Don't fall in love with the professor

New Year's Eve is the most important festival for the Chinese people. From morning to night, you must not say unlucky words or do things that hurt your peace, so that the next year will be smooth.

When Jiang Xiaocheng was very young, like other children, he looked forward to this festival very much. His expectation was not because of beautiful new clothes and shoes, nor because of the delicious food.

It's because the mother, who is usually cloudy and uncertain, is bound by the customs for thousands of years. On this day, she will also change into a gentle and docile temper.

The small town they live in is only an hour from the east of the town to the west of the town.sparsely populated, next to a public school and a train

station together.

Even if two people sharing a table in a noodle restaurant have never met before, chatting a few words, and counting up a few generations, they may find that they are relatives.

Therefore, here, no one can hide the secret. When it comes to Jiang Xiaocheng's mother, everyone is more familiar with it - a beautiful but miserable woman.

On New Year's Eve, Jiang Xiaocheng's mother will maximize her beauty. She wakes up early, squeezes out a palm of shampoo, and carefully kneads rich white foam to make every strand of hair Fully immersed in it.

At this time, my mother would wipe her face, turn her head slightly, and say, "Xiaocheng, pour water for mom."

There is no shower in the house, so Jiang Xiaocheng's role is highlighted - he will mix hot water and cold water in the basin, check the temperature with his fingers, scoop it up again, stand on the low stool, and pour water carefully at the root of the hair.

The hair dryer whined, and her long black and beautiful hair fell down. Then she applied cream, eyebrows, lipstick, and changed into the most expensive clothes. The person in the mirror was like the heroine in a movie pictorial.

It's just that year after year has passed, no matter how exquisite the makeup technique is, it's hard to hide the sickness.

The New Year's Eve at my uncle's house was even more lively in comparison. Jiang Xia was very young, at the age of seven or eight, with endless energy, arguing for snowball fights and setting off firecrackers for a while.

My aunt is so busy in the kitchen that her feet don't touch the floor, and the sound of chopping meat with a kitchen knife keeps ringing. She will take the time to pretend to be angry and say:

"The clothes I just bought will get dirty later, see if I won't clean you up?!"

"Be quiet! Or watch TV!"

And shout out into the house:

"Xiaocheng! Watch your sister! Don't tell her to run around!"

In the evening, after the New Year's Eve dinner, when sitting on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala, Jiang Xiaocheng will also get a big red envelope, which contains the same amount of money as Jiang Xia.

In fact, apart from being unforgiving, my aunt treats Jiang Xiaocheng well. A poor family can adopt a child for no reason and provide him with food, clothing and schooling. What faults can there be?

It's just that the feeling of living under the fence is too uncomfortable, especially for a family of three who talk and laugh at each other and enjoy themselves happily, with an outsider watching by themselves, I really don't know where to put myself.

So after entering university, Jiang Xiaocheng celebrated New Year's Eve by himself, but New Year's Eve is a day for family reunion, and New Year's Eve alone cannot be called New Year's Eve.

Something landed on his forehead and moved down slowly, Jiang Xiaocheng felt itchy, his thick eyelashes quivered a few times, and he opened his eyes.

Zhong Kexing was already fully dressed, and the fresh mint smell was close at hand. He said, "Don't get up yet, the glutinous rice balls are already cooked."

The words were clearly urging, but in an extremely gentle tone.

The night's dreams disappeared like clouds and mist, without leaving a trace, Jiang Xiaocheng let out a lazy soft moan, and subconsciously wrapped his arms around the neck of the person on his body.

Zhong Kexing carried him out of the bed, picked up the clothes he had prepared earlier, and said, "Shopping for vegetables later, shall we go to the supermarket or the market?"

Jiang Xiaocheng put on his sleeves slowly, and said bluntly: "Go to the supermarket, the morning market is probably gone."

Zhong Kexing said hello, and asked again: "Didn't you buy Spring Festival couplets yesterday, where did you put them? I didn't find them."

When he mentioned this, Jiang Xiaocheng remembered that Zhong Kexing came back suddenly yesterday, and in a panic, he hid the Spring Festival couplets and tie in one place.

Instantly sober, he hurriedly said, "It's okay, I'll get it, I'll get it."

The action of putting on clothes is much faster.

Zhong Kexing didn't notice his abnormality, but just told him not to worry, the glutinous rice balls were still hot, and they could be eaten after a while.

After eating breakfast unhurriedly, the two went to post Spring Festival couplets.

Jiang Xiaocheng wore a wine red hooded sweater today, which made his skin smooth and tender. He tore off the transparent wrapping paper, picked up one in each of his left and right hands, and read aloud:

"Every year, the family is prosperous, and the family is safe and blessed every year..."

Wu Zi nodded and said, "Well, this is the Shanglian."

He stretched out his arm and handed it to Zhong Kexing.

Zhong Kexing took it, turned it upside down, laid it flat on the table, picked up the double-sided tape on the side, and stuck it from the beginning to the end.

Jiang Xiaocheng watched his movements from the side, and asked: "Can this stick? Is it a little narrow?"

Zhong Kexing looked up at him, then pulled out another piece of tape and pasted it on. His obedient appearance really surprised others.

When he pasted the couplet on the door and looked at the upright character "Fu" in the center, Jiang Xiaocheng finally felt the taste of the new year.

He raised his chin with a sense of accomplishment, and said, "Not bad! Let's go shopping."

It turns out that one person can really have such a great influence on another person's state of mind. When I came to the mall yesterday, I still felt that there was nothing to buy. Today, with Zhong Kexing's company, Jiang Xiaocheng became interested and walked past rows of shelves. I fumbled here and there, and it didn't take long before the shopping cart was stuffed with a bunch of things.

When he arrived at the wine counter, Zhong Kexing, who had been acting as a nodding machine, suddenly said, "Shall we buy a bottle of wine and go back?"

For this proposal, Jiang Xiaocheng was a little surprised, he asked: "Can you drink?"

Zhong Kexing said, "You should be able to drink a little."

Jiang Xiaocheng drank on weekdays, all for work and entertainment, so it can be said that he had no choice but to drink.Haven't had a drink with someone close so far.

Thinking about it this way, I was a little tempted, and asked, "Then which one shall we drink?"

The light-colored liquor swirled into a swirl shape, and the glasses collided with each other, making a ding-dong sound. Jiang Xiaocheng took a sip and said, "Mmm...it's quite sweet."

Zhong Kexing said: "This is Sherry wine produced in Spain. The production process is quite special. During the brewing process, the wine will be exposed to the air to form a white film, thus forming a unique taste and aroma."

Jiang Xiaocheng blurted out.

"You understand that too?"

Zhong Kexing said in a flat tone: "I don't understand, just Baidu."

At that time, only orange lights were turned on in the restaurant, and the four dishes and two plates of dumplings on the table were arranged in a centrally symmetrical shape. One can imagine who made them.

Jiang Xiaocheng sat next to Zhong Kexing, and smiled heartily when he heard this honest answer.

While saying: "At the supermarket just now, I saw that you had been choosing for so long, and you were frightened. I thought you knew everything."

Zhong Kexing was infected by his emotions, and couldn't hold back his serious expression. A smile escaped from his mouth, and said: "I'm not a god, so how can I know everything. This is the first time I've been drinking."

Jiang Xiaocheng was very surprised by this answer, picked a dumpling for him, and said, "Then you'd better eat more vegetables, don't get drunk, or you'll get a headache."

Seeing Zhong Kexing dipped in vinegar, he couldn't help being happy again.

"We drink this kind of wine and eat dumplings, isn't it too unsuitable?"

Zhong Kexing said casually: "What are you afraid of, there are only two of us here."

It is only the two of them who can be so free and easy, Jiang Xiaocheng also let go completely, he said: "There is a saying in our hometown, the more you drink, the more you drink."

"The more you drink, the more you get... I've never heard of it, what do you mean?"

Zhong Kexing picked a piece of meat from the fish tail, removed the tiny thorns, and fed it to Jiang Xiaocheng's mouth.

"Hmm..." Jiang Xiaocheng said while chewing, "The more you drink, the more interesting it becomes... It seems that there is no specific meaning. They always say this when persuading them to drink."

"It's probably because it rhymes, and it's catchy to say, so it's passed down."

"Well, it's possible. Do you have any common sayings that I haven't heard?"

This meal, from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, Jiang Xiaocheng told Zhong Kexing the story of his hometown, and Zhong Kexing told Jiang Xiaocheng what he had seen and heard abroad.When the dishes were cold, I got up to clean up.

After taking a shower and changing into dry and comfortable pajamas, Zhong Kexing found a pair of Go from nowhere.

Jiang Xiaocheng said, "I don't know how to play Go."

Zhong Kexing said, "Then play backgammon."

The sky outside the window is bursting with bright and dazzling fireworks from time to time. In the bedroom, Zhong Kexing and Jiang Xiaocheng lie on the warm bed, playing Go as backgammon.

Zhong Kexing took control and let Jiang Xiaocheng win two of the five rounds, so that there will be winners and losers so that he will not lose interest.

The five sunspots were connected together again, Jiang Xiaocheng suddenly yelled, glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and dropped a sentence.

"Wait a moment."

The back figure disappeared at the door of the bedroom, and after a while, Jiang Xiaocheng ran back with his hands behind his back, his white face was slightly reddish from the smell of alcohol.

Sitting back on the bed again, there was a slightly apprehensive light in her translucent eyes, and she said, "I went to the mall yesterday and bought a gift for you."

Zhong Kexing was startled slightly, his heart froze suddenly, and then beat violently.

Ask calmly: "What gift?"

"It's a tie."

Jiang Xiaocheng didn't want him to have too much expectation, and while opening the box, he said, "It's a very common color and style. I remember you have a similar pair. If this is the case, you can wear it differently."

Zhong Kexing said suddenly, "It's different."

Jiang Xiaocheng raised his head, with a puzzled look on his face.

"You say I have a similar one, but they're not the same."

Zhong Kexing explained: "Although they are all gray, this one is darker and the width is different-I should try it now."

Seeing that he really wanted to get out of bed, Jiang Xiaocheng stopped him and said, "Now? Don't worry, tomorrow is fine."

Zhong Kexing became stubborn, "We must try."

It's not like he doesn't like this appearance, Jiang Xiaocheng's heart fell into the warm pool and melted into one piece.

Seeing Zhong Kexing put on his shirt and tie his tie in front of the mirror, but it seemed that he couldn't tie it properly, so he also got out of bed, stood opposite him, and said softly, "I'll help you."

The slender fingers flipped flexibly between the collar and quickly tied into a knot.

"All right."

Raising his head, Zhong Kexing was looking at him with burning eyes.

He said, "Thank you for the gift, I like it very much."

Jiang Xiaocheng smiled and said, "Thank you for the gift too."

Zhong Kexing was puzzled, "My gift?"

Jiang Xiaocheng's eyes were suddenly clouded with mist, and he met his gaze.

"You spending New Year's Eve with me is the most precious gift."

The bell rang in the distance, and the fireworks outside the window ignited again. At this moment, how many couples hugged and kissed each other, expressing their love for each other with actions.

The author has something to say: please get married in situ, okay?