Don't fall in love with the professor

Zhong Kexing made this phone call for a long time, and when he came back, the mother and daughter who were talking heart-to-heart had already checked out and left.

The dishes ordered before were also served one after another.

Seeing Jiang Xiaocheng sitting dryly without moving the bowl and chopsticks, he couldn't help asking: "Why don't you eat?"

"Waiting for you." Jiang Xiaocheng smiled faintly.

"Then eat quickly." Zhong Kexing didn't notice his expression, sat down opposite him, scanned the food on the table, and looked at the food on the table.

The case of fish head tofu soup is a must.

I don't know what I thought of, and I stood up again, picked up the porcelain bowl in front of Jiang Xiaocheng, scooped up half of the bowl, and handed it to Jiang Xiaocheng.

Jiang Xiaocheng took it with both hands, a little flattered, "Thank you."

The soup in the bowl was rich and milky white. The tofu was cut into small square pieces with a smooth and delicate surface, glowing faintly. When it was subjected to external force, it trembled and swayed, looking very appetizing.

This was specially ordered by Zhong Kexing.

Jiang Xiaocheng took a sip, and immediately, his mouth was filled with a very pure fishy smell, mixed with a faint bean fragrance, without any spice, very delicious.

He put down the white porcelain spoon and said, "I met Auntie at the wedding before, and I feel that Auntie is so young."

Zhong Kexing has heard similar words many times, and he only replied lightly with a thank you.

"Then... what do uncles and aunts do?"

Zhong Kexing thought that he was talking about this topic because he wanted to get to know himself better, so he put down his chopsticks, put his forearms against the edge of the table, and introduced formally:

"My dad works in a hospital and my mom is a dancer."

"so smart……"

Jiang Xiaocheng should have thought of it a long time ago. Only a wealthy family can support the temperament of Mr. Zhong.

"What about you?" Zhong Kexing also wanted to know him.

Jiang Xiaocheng was a little embarrassed, "I...my parents are ordinary people."

Zhong Kexing was puzzled, "We are all ordinary people."

We are all ordinary people, but there are many kinds of ordinary people.

Like a luxurious western meal, Zhong Kexing can treat guests without blinking an eye, but Jiang Xiaocheng has to struggle with its price for a long time.

Like spicy hot pot, Zhong Kexing believes that it is harmful to health, but Jiang Xiaocheng regards it as his favorite delicacy.

For another example, Zhong Kexing can go to the song and dance theater in his spare time, while Jiang Xiaocheng can go to a movie at most.

An unknown feeling fermented in Jiang Xiaocheng's heart, and spread quietly.

Zhong Kexing noticed the unusual silence, and asked inquiringly, "What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

"Then your parents—" Zhong Kexing wanted to continue asking.

Jiang Xiaocheng lowered his long eyelashes, and slowly stirred the porcelain spoon along the edge of the soup and bowl, revealing his slender wrists.

"They're gone."

"Absence" has many meanings, and Zhong Kexing obviously understood it as the worst one. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something comforting, but in the end he only said "I'm sorry".

"It's okay." Jiang Xiaocheng raised his head and forced a smile.

Because a sensitive topic was touched upon, silence shrouded the dining table for the rest of the time.

It wasn't until the waiter brought the signature "red silk shrimp" to the table that the stagnant atmosphere was broken.

"Why is this shrimp spicy?"

Jiang Xiaocheng took another sip, chewed carefully, and made sure it wasn't his taste problem.

He put down his chopsticks and said, "Maybe they misremembered, I called the waiter—"

"I changed it," Zhong Kexing stopped him, "I just went out to answer the phone, so I changed it by the way."

Looking at the plate of shrimp, Jiang Xiaocheng didn't know what to say.

It has been a long time since I felt the feeling of being accommodated.

I heard Zhong Kexing say again: "I have prepared a gift for you."

"Gift?" Jiang Xiaocheng was a little surprised, it didn't seem like a special holiday today.

"Didn't I go on a business trip on Wednesday? I heard it's a specialty there." Zhong Kexing explained while taking out a palm-sized cloth bag and handing it to Jiang Xiaocheng.

This is a very delicate cloth bag, made of cotton and linen, with a spreading light-colored flower outlined on it, the opening is tied with a beige braided rope, and dark brown wooden beads are dropped at the end.

Jiang Xiaocheng opened it, and inside was a fist-sized bowl, the whole body was as black as ink, and the bowl was printed with blue metallic patterns, which looked like a blooming lotus.

"This is... a teacup?" Jiang Xiaocheng was curious.

"Almost, it's for drinking tea, it's called Jianzhan."

"Jian...zhan," Jiang Xiaocheng repeated in a murmur, playing with it in his hand, "Why is it called Jianzhan?"

Zhong Kexing pushed his glasses, and said in a deep thought: "'Jian' is a place name. In the Song Dynasty, the tea culture in that place was very prosperous. There was a kiln for firing porcelain called Jian Kiln. This kind of tea drinking utensils were fired. It’s called Jianzhan. The pattern inside it looks crystal blue now, but if you turn it slowly against the light, it will reflect different colors.”

These are what Zhong Kexing heard from the local population.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Xiaocheng became interested, and according to his intention, turned the mouth of the bowl to the light while turning it.

Sure enough, I saw colorful colors appear in the place where the light passed.

"so beautiful!"

Seeing that he likes it, Zhong Kexing thinks that he must have forgotten the unhappiness just now, and his heart is slightly relieved.

But in the next second, Jiang Xiaocheng's unconscious smile subsided again.

Put Jianzhan back into the bag, push it forward, and say, "This is very expensive, I can't take it."

Zhong Kexing said hurriedly: "This is not expensive, really."

After a pause, he said, "I thought it looked good, so I bought it."

And said: "Give it to you."

Outside the commercial building is a wide square, surrounded by street lamps that illuminate it half-lit, with a fountain in the center, and with the sound of dynamic music, the water column sprayed from the bottom changes continuously.

The night here is particularly lively. There are people who have been working all day for a leisurely stroll here, and retired old people are walking their dogs on a leash. A few boys and girls gather together, stepping on skateboards, making cool moves, and winning a piece. Envious eyes.

Going forward, there is a medium-sized artificial lake, and a long wooden bridge is built along the lake for tourists to take a walk.A net of twinkling stars fell on the wooden fence, and a stylishly dressed girl was posing against the railing. Not far from her, a man squatted on the ground to take a photo of her.

The wind blowing from the lake is fresh and refreshing, but it can't blow away the mess in Jiang Xiaocheng's heart.

The prawns I ate burned my stomach, and the gifts in my coat were a little bit harsh.

What the mother's daughter said kept replaying in my mind.

"This concept and habit are inconsistent, and there is no way to live together."

Seriously, this is the third date for the two of them, and every time it seems that it has not been very smooth, for example, the first time in a western restaurant, the two of them had nothing to talk about at all.

The second time I had a quick meal at a noisy noodle restaurant.

In the theater, instead of appreciating the beauty of art, he was hypnotized by it.

Just now, there was another difference in taste.

So far, Jiang Xiaocheng has not discovered that Zhong Kexing and himself have any common language.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

The voice in his ear seems to be far away, pulling Jiang Xiaocheng back to reality, he heard Zhong Kexing say: "Tomorrow is Saturday, if you have time,

We can go to museums. "

"I..." Jiang Xiaocheng's throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of fluffy cotton, and he couldn't swallow it even if he wanted to, and couldn't spit it out even if he wanted to vomit.

Seeing him hesitating, Zhong Kexing thought it was inconvenient for him, so he said, "Do you have something to do tomorrow?"

Jiang Xiaocheng nodded with difficulty.

"Is that so," Zhong Kexing continued to ask, "What about the day after tomorrow? The day after tomorrow is Sunday."

In fact, blind dates are not the same as free love. Free love is when people who like each other attract each other and stay together logically. On a blind date, the priority is whether the other party is suitable for you.

If you feel that you don't need to get along with each other anymore, you should bring it up earlier so as not to waste the other party's time.

"Mr. Zhong," Jiang Xiaocheng plucked up the courage to look at Zhong Kexing, and after meeting his eyes, he quickly lowered his head, "I think..."

"Huh?" Zhong Kexing listened to him patiently.

"I think," Jiang Xiaocheng took a deep breath, hardened his heart, and said carefully, "You are a very good person, but if we are friends, it should be better."

I still felt that it was not euphemistic enough, so I hurriedly added.

"It's me, it's my own problem."

"I'm too busy with work, and I don't have much energy to think about relationship matters now."

"I'm really sorry."

What Jiang Xiaocheng is worst at is rejecting others, probably because he is afraid of facing the embarrassing scene after this.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhong Kexing anxiously, but unexpectedly found that the other party was staring not far away, as if he was not listening to him.

Following his gaze, there seemed to be something churning in the dark lake, causing ripples.

I was startled suddenly, and my face changed.

I couldn't believe it and said: "Then... is that a person?"