Sir, what if it's too cold?

When Zhou Qing woke up, it was already the next morning.

It has been a while since she has experienced such a sound and unburdened sleep - there is something to do at any time, and if you don't pay attention, there will be a series of calls or emails chasing after you, and you can finish this wave Ready to start the next wave, even though I am used to it, I still feel tired from the bottom of my heart.

She rubbed her eyes in confusion, and then realized that she was not on her own big bed, or on a laboratory chair, she was...

Zhou Qing looked around and saw some unfamiliar furniture and decorations, and then belatedly remembered: She slept at Xu Muran's house overnight.

She shook her head angrily and amusedly: Should I tell this girl that she is stupid or stupid?

If you dare to let someone you have only known for a week stay at home, are you really not afraid that she will just take her home and run away?

She looked at the closed door of the bedroom, Xu Muran hadn't gotten up yet.Zhou Qing lowered her head and looked at her watch, the corners of her lips curled up helplessly: It's already ten o'clock, and I don't know which country time she passed.

Zhou Qing took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and while thinking about preparing for lessons tomorrow and going to the laboratory, an inexplicable irritability surged in her heart.She absent-mindedly read the text message He Zhongli sent to herself, threw the phone aside, and was about to stand up when she saw the post-it note on the side of the coffee table.

"Teacher Zhou: I put a paper cup and a new toothbrush on the bathroom table, and there are noodles in the microwave that I cooked before I went to bed, and I can eat them after a turn~ Ah yes, please help me take the garbage down when I go out, thank you la~"

The witty handwriting on the note carried a faint scent of ink, like a warm current, slowly seeping into her heart.

Zhou Qing went into the kitchen after washing up, reached out and pressed the microwave oven for 1 minute.

She stared at the bowl containing the noodles slowly turning in the stove, and quietly found that she hadn't eaten breakfast from her family for a long time.

She is used to the cold days of being alone every day. After getting up early, she washes up alone, cooks alone, eats alone, goes out alone, and goes home alone. Everything is only her own.

She is used to being alone.

Zhou Qing took the noodles out of the microwave.A white and yellow poached egg lies on the white noodles, surrounded by bright red tomato chunks, and finely chopped shallots are used as embellishments, which looks pleasing to the eye.

like……

She thought while eating in silence, it tastes like home.

Xu Muran walked out of the bedroom, yawning profusely with his head on his head, and found that Zhou Qing had already left without any surprise.She wiped the dining table and was about to wash up, but unexpectedly found that the post-it note that should have been on the coffee table had been moved to the vase on the dining table.

"The kindness of a meal and a night should be repaid with your body."

Zhou Qing's handwriting is just like his own, with slender and elegant strokes, and neat and regular writing. He has written with an ordinary gel pen like a pen.

Xu Muran looked at that sentence, and sighed with emotion: Zhou Qing was really moved so easily, but he just cooked a bowl of noodles for her, and he was joking about offering her body.

This made her feel even more distressed. In addition to her distress, she thought: She should treat Zhou Qing better.

Although there is his younger brother by his side, the realities they have to face have nothing in common; what's more...Xu Muran thought about Zhou Sheng, and burst out laughing: Zhou Sheng doesn't look like someone who knows how to take care of others.

so……

She was immersed in reverie, but was interrupted by a ringing phone call.Xu Muran looked down and saw that the caller was his mother.

The mother's routine care is nothing special, just asking her if she is doing well at work and if she is taking good care of herself in life.Xu Muran coquettishly coquettish with her, and complained: "The manuscript will be handed in tomorrow, I have such a headache..."

Mother Xu said: "It's easy, why don't you ask your dad to show you?"

"But isn't Dad on a business trip now..."

"What does that matter! He's not busy, you can send him an email now, wait until I talk to him and ask him to change it for you!"

Mother's life is hard to break, not to mention good intentions, I have to obey.Xu Muran obediently sent her manuscript, and then heard her mother cough: "I have something else I want to ask you."

"what?"

"Is there any good boy in your unit? Is there anyone who is interesting to you?"

Xu Muran held his forehead and drew out his voice: "Mom—"

It seems that most mothers—at least most of the ones she has met—are keen to match up their children. Only Mu Ran has seen no fewer than three: some directly and explicitly blind date; some exchange feelings through old classmates Some of them pulled out their own children to meet them in the name of their friends; some old colleagues took their children when traveling together, all of which made the daughters and daughters of each family dumbfounded.

On the other side of the microphone, her mother was still urging her with interest: "Ask you, do you have any?"

Xu Muran stammered and replied, "No."

The mother said "Oh" thoughtfully: "If you don't have it, you don't have it. You, you are not in a hurry... But who, you probably can't remember. I just gave birth a few days ago. I saw the photo. , Oh, that child is so cute..."

She lowered her eyes and could only use "ummmahahahah" to deal with her mother's nagging.

"Okay, okay," the mother finally stopped, "I have nothing to do, so I will hang up first, and we will talk about it next time."

"it is good--"

Xu Muran hung up the phone and lay back on the sofa with a headache.

I am not being nagged now because I am young; what should I do when I am old?

As soon as the vacation was over, Lao Zhang returned to work, looked at the many items on the bulletin board, and just wanted to smoke to relieve his worries.This interview, that interview, this special report, that new learning study...

When people reach middle age, how things become more and more.

He shook open the cigarette case, and just as he took out one and began to touch the lighter, he heard a crisp voice: "Mr. Zhang, are you here?"

Lao Zhang looked up, and it turned out to be the newcomer who just became a regular a few days ago and was assigned to him.

There was a little girl in front of him, so he was embarrassed to smoke the cigarette in his hand, and put it aside: "Little Xu came so early, too?"

"It's getting late," Xu Muran smiled sheepishly, "Is it still early if I arrived later than you?"

These words were helpful to him, he squinted his eyes comfortably: "What's the matter?"

"Oh, that's right." Xu Muran quickly took out the bound draft from behind: "You weren't here last time, so I went to pick up Teacher Zhou Qing by myself. This is the first draft I wrote. Let you have a look."

"Okay." Lao Zhang took it and put it on the table, and was about to look at it later, but found that the little girl was still standing beside him anxiously, eagerly looking forward to his comment, reminding him of the interview he once had. The tall and burly male students who rush in as soon as the meal time arrives in the school cafeteria I used to have always have that expression when facing the chef.

He smiled helplessly, reached out and picked up the stack of papers.

After only turning a few pages, Lao Zhang felt something keenly.

He has been in the editing and editing business for more than ten years, and has met many newcomers, but he has never seen a newcomer with such a sophisticated writing style, not to mention that she was only above average last week.

Her writing style and narration are very smooth and not procrastinating, but it is precisely because of this that he feels that something is not right--thinking of this, he looks at Xu Muran with some unusual meaning: "Xiao Xu's draft, written in a very Not bad, huh?"

The implication is, did you write this yourself?Is it tricky to progress so fast?

Seeing the look of distrust in the other party's eyes, Xu Muran admitted straightforwardly: "I wrote it, and I asked my father to polish it." Before Lao Zhang could react, she added: "My father is from B University Professor of the Chinese Department."

b There is only one professor of the Chinese Department with the surname Xu, and his hometown is in Haicheng.

Lao Zhang's facial expression relaxed, and he said with a laugh: "So that's it, I said you little girl, you look like something to write about!"

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your award." Xu Muran said goodbye with a smile, "You have read it, then I will go to University A and show it to Teacher Zhou."

When she arrived at Zhou Qing's office, the other party was answering the phone.

Xu Muran sat down quietly, and waited for him to finish what he was doing before he took out the manuscript from his bag in a neither humble nor haughty manner: "Mr. Zhou, the first draft is finished, I'll let you have a look at it."

"Lao Zhang asked you to come, didn't he? Well, I knew that he was doing some kind of nonsense all day long..." Having said that, Zhou Qing still took it over, and took a quick look at it. Yan: "Well, well written."

Xu Muran suppressed the desire to complain that was about to overflow in his heart, and said sincerely: "Mr. Zhou, why don't you take a closer look..."

"It's okay, don't look at it! You two are doing business, I can trust you!" Zhou Qing took a sip of tea, and his eyes suddenly fell on the thermos bucket by Xu Muran's hand: "Did you bring lunch?"

"Well, yes," a smile floated on the corner of her lips, "Then since you've finished reading everything, if there is no problem, I'll go first?"

If Zhou Qing was only asked to read the manuscript, why bother?

She's here because she has other things to do.