Four Seasons Three Meals

On weekends, Jiang Huai got up early in the morning and took the high-speed train bound for Huaigang alone.

He wanted to take Shang Chen to relax, but Shang Chen refused, and he was not persistent.

He knew that Shang Chen was waiting for someone.

When the high-speed rail set off, he sent a message to Cheng Yang.

"Shang Chen is at home alone, the spare key is in the mailbox on the first floor."

This time, the client lived in Shibei Villa District. Near noon, Jiang Huai walked out of the high-speed rail station and found that the client arranged for an assistant to pick him up.

The assistant took him to the reception room, where Jiang Huai sat on the soft sofa, drinking tea while looking at the colorful mosaic glass on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

He heard the tea servants chatting.

"I heard that my husband didn't come home again last night..."

"Mister hasn't come back to see Madam for half a year..."

"Every time the husband comes back, the wife is always noisy."

"Oh, it's better not to come back."

He seemed to notice that there were guests, and the chatter of the servants faded away.Jiang Huai continued to look at the glass.

The texture of the glass mosaic subtly outlines the broken butterfly, its wings are outstretched, and it seems to fly out of the window.

"I invited Valentino Garavani to come to China to design this pair of glasses."

Jiang Huai got up and turned around in response.

The woman was wearing a black bathrobe, her long chestnut hair was scattered on her shiny white shoulders, and she walked down the creaking wooden spiral staircase barefoot, with black snake tattoos wrapped around her bare ankles.

She walked up to Jiang Huai and held out her hand.

"Hi Lawyer Jiang, I'm Cong Yun."

Jiang Huai shook back: "Hi, I'm Jiang Huai."

Cong Yun sat down and turned slightly sideways, revealing her snow-white thighs, and her plump breasts were faintly visible under her collarbone.

The assistant poured tea for her, and Cong Yun picked up the teacup, his little finger was stained with bright red cardamom.

She took a sip, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Lawyer Jiang, guess how much this piece of glass cost?"

Jiang Huai said, "400 million?"

"Add zero," Cong Yun smiled coquettishly, "4000 million."

Jiang Huai didn't understand what she meant.

Cong Yun said: "It's the same with glass, so it is with men. No matter what, I want the best."

Jiang Huai said: "This is exactly the purpose of my trip. Our firm always puts the interests of customers as the first criterion."

Cong Yun shook his head and said, "Lawyer Jiang didn't understand what I meant."

Jiang Huai waited for her to continue.

Cong Yun said: "My husband and I met on the plane. He invited me to drink cocktails, and I went to bed with him."

She spoke bluntly, and Jiang Huai listened quietly.

Cong Yun said: "Later, I found out that he invited many women to drink cocktails, and I was not the only woman who accompanied him to bed."

Jiang Huai took a sip of tea and looked at Cong Yun.

Cong Yun said: "I can't see men well. This is my third divorce. But if there is a next time, I will still bring a man back from the plane."

Jiang Huai guessed what she wanted to say, and sure enough, Cong Yun's next sentence was right.

"Giving half of the property to someone else after a divorce is not something I, Cong Yun, would do."

"I want to get all the love of men, and I want to get all the property."

Cong Yun looked at Jiang Huai with a smile, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes sealed with ice: "Lawyer Jiang thinks, is it possible?"

Jiang Huai looked at the teacup, the tea leaves were rising and falling in the hot water, just like his mood.

After a while, the tea leaves stopped, and his thoughts also calmed down.

He said: "Our firm always puts the interests of clients as the first criterion."

Cong Yun laughed sincerely, and felt curious: "Doesn't Lawyer Jiang think I'm too heartless?"

Jiang Huai answered decently: "To me, Ms. Cong is a precious client of our firm; I am Ms. Cong, a lawyer who provides professional help."

Cong Yun smiled: "I really like Lawyer Jiang, and Lawyer Jiang is also a sensible person."

Jiang Huai said: "Miss Cong has a great reputation."

They chatted for a while, there were other guests after Cong Yun, so they asked the assistant to see them off.Jiang Huai stood up and took another look at the butterfly on the glass. The cracks turned into thorns, entangled on the magnificent and colorful wings, and he felt the pain.

After finishing the business, Jiang Huai had nowhere to go for the time being.

The assistant insisted on sending him off, but Jiang Huai refused and sent him back to the villa.

He glanced at his watch, estimated the time, and thought that Cheng Yang would go to find Shang Chen tonight.

I can't go back home for the time being.

He thought for a while, stopped a car by the side of the street, and headed to Huai-Hong Kong University of Political Science and Law.

The old campus of Zhengda University is in the city center. Jiang Huai sat in the car and watched the familiar scenery change outside the car window. Nearby were the moss-stained stone steps. Under the eaves was the love nest of swallows built in pairs. , and the hazy moon in the water mist and dusk gradient sky.

The taxi stopped at the gate of the simple Zhengda University, Jiang Huai paid and got off, the familiar voice brought him back to the four years of university in an instant.

"Candied haws! Rock candied hawthorns! Apple pears! Sweet and crisp! Ten yuan a bunch!"

Looking at the elementary school students surrounded by candied haws, Jiang Huai struggled for a while, and sneaked in, pretending to be serious and standing out from the crowd.

The hawthorn is bright red and round, wrapped in transparent icing, like a girl in a tulle cheongsam or dress, with eyebrows and eyes, full of charm.

Jiang Huai looked at the crushed white sesame seeds on the icing, as if looking at the glances of a girl.

He bought a bunch, hid in the shadow of the road, and had a happy tryst with the hawthorn girl.

Two years ago, the teachers and students of Zhengzhou moved to the new campus collectively. The old campus only had graduate schools and teachers’ dormitories, all of which were old red brick houses with faded paint, and the walls were covered with green ivy.

Jiang Huai walked to the front of the teaching building and just finished eating the candied haws in his hand.

He wiped the syrup off the back of his hand with a wet wipe, and looked at the class schedule posted on the bulletin board.

Five minutes later there was a court debate class, and the column for the teacher said "Zhang Wenxian".

Mr. Zhang was his mentor when he was studying for a master's degree.

Unexpectedly, he walked into the lecture theater and sat in the last row.

It happens to be a seat by the window. The old wall is inlaid with simple four-pane window edges. The sunlight pours down through the ivy and slowly outlines along the brown wood grain, just like when I was young.

Jiang Huai couldn't tell what night it was today, and when he was in a trance, his fingers traced lightly along the texture, as if going back in time, his heart was filled with unspeakable emotion.

The students came in one after another and sat on their seats.When the class bell rang, Mr. Zhang walked into the classroom with a book under his arm and a pipe in his hand.

Mr. Zhang is a leader in the industry, and most of the high-ranking and low-ranking people have perverse personalities.He threw the textbook on the podium, struck a match, lit the pipe, and started smoking slowly.

The whole class looked at him, Jiang Huai lowered his head and smiled quietly.

The teacher is still the same.

Mr. Zhang finished smoking, put down his pipe, cleared his throat, and said in a voice like a bell: "I am not very capable and have a good temper. Since you have chosen my class, you must abide by my rules."

"First, I'm old, dizzy, and don't know how to use small and young things, so my class has neither courseware nor video. If you hold water for a semester, and then come to me with the mentality of memorizing courseware at the end of the semester class, then I suggest you get out as soon as possible."

"Second, after the day is over, I will only answer your questions in class. After class is my private time. I am busy smoking, drinking and fishing, so I have no time to deal with you."

"Third, I smoke before class every time. When I am in a good mood at that time, if you have any requests, please mention them quickly, and you will not wait when it is out of date."

Everyone has never seen a teacher with such a big airs, and they were all taken aback for a while.

Watching the teacher scare the freshmen, Jiang Huai choked back his stomachache from laughing.

Mr. Zhang looked around for a week and asked, "Any questions?"

No one spoke. After a while, some students raised their hands: "Teacher, will you outline the key points for us at the end of the semester?"

Mr. Zhang asked him back: "Will the suspect commit crimes according to the key points?"

The whole class laughed and the atmosphere became relaxed.Jiang Huai also kept laughing.

When the class quieted down again, Mr. Zhang spoke abruptly.

"Today's first class, I'll ask you a question."

Everyone sat up straight and looked at Mr. Zhang on the podium.

Mr. Zhang turned around and wrote the words "trolley problem" on the blackboard with chalk.

The students in the audience talked a lot, and Jiang Huai looked at the blackboard and thought.

"Five kids were playing on a track that was running, and a train came and they were going to die. You had a button, you pressed the train and it would go to the abandoned track, but now there was a kid on the abandoned track too. Playing, would you choose to press it?"

Mr. Zhang threw away the chalk, turned around and clapped his hands, looking at the audience.

"Raise your hand if you know how to press it."

Most people raised their hands, but Jiang Huai did not.

Elder Zhang nodded and continued.

"I won't press it, let someone explain the reason."

Jiang Huai looked around, most of the people lowered their heads, and no one responded to Mr. Zhang.

He raised his hand.Mr. Zhang gestured for him to answer, Jiang Huai stood up: "I won't."

Elder Zhang asked, "Why?"

Jiang Huai said: "From a utilitarian point of view, pressing the button and exchanging one life for five lives is in line with the principle of 'providing benefits for the most people', but—"

Jiang Huai changed the subject: "We are lawyers."

Mr. Zhang narrowed his eyes and became interested: "How do you say?"

Jiang Huai said: "Everyone is equal before the law."

Mr. Zhang gave a rare smile, turned around and wrote "everyone is equal before the law" on the blackboard.

Jiang Huai continued: "Since I choose to play on the normal track, I need to bear the corresponding consequences. If I press the button, it will be an innocent disaster for another child."

Jiang Huai paused, and said, "He obviously did nothing wrong, but he lost his life for no reason."

Mr. Zhang looked at him with great interest: "This classmate, what's your name?"

Jiang Huai said: "Jiang Huai. The ginger of the ginger, the Huai of the Huai River."

The eyes of the whole class were focused on him, and everyone talked and whispered in low voices.

Mr. Zhang was obviously stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and said with his normal expression: "The answer is very good, sit down."

Sitting down, Jiang Huai saw Zhang Lao's lips move obviously, as if he was scolding him.

"Stinky boy."

Jiang Huai laughed happily, like a child who succeeded in playing a prank.

A class passed quickly, and Jiang Huai felt that he had benefited a lot.

Although Mr. Zhang is arrogant, he has real talents and practical learning. Jiang Huai listened carefully and had some different insights from when he was studying.

At different stages of life, we have different understandings of the same problem.Jiang Huai liked this feeling of constant retrospection.

After class, he went to the podium to find Mr. Zhang, who picked up a blackboard eraser and threw it on his shoulder.

"Stinky boy."

The movements are bluff, but the strength is restrained and gentle.

Jiang Huai pretended to be in pain: "Teacher, it hurts."

Mr. Zhang snorted coldly, put down the blackboard eraser, picked up the book and put it under his arm, and walked out of the classroom just like when he came.

"Why did you come back?"

"Come back and do something."

Elder Zhang looked at him warily.

Jiang Huai smiled: "It's just business. I won't get back together with him."

Zhang Lao breathed a sigh of relief.

He said earnestly: "This time we want to break up, we must break up thoroughly and cleanly."

Jiang Huai was taught humbly, and nodded obediently.

Mr. Zhang said: "If you listen to me and your teacher's wife earlier, you will save yourself the hardships of the past few years."

Jiang Huai changed the topic: "Teacher looks really good today, and looks very energetic."

Mr. Zhang said: "Your teacher and I have been dinks all our lives, and we have treated you as our own child."

Jiang Huai continued to change the topic: "What is my wife doing tonight? I haven't had dinner made by my wife for a long time."

Zhang Lao glared at him: "Don't change the subject."

Jiang Huai looked at him innocently.

Mr. Zhang stared for a while, sighed, and lost to him: "You have a good taste, and you will have carp soup with pickled cabbage tonight."

Jiang Huai cheered softly.

The fish soup stewed by my wife is the best.