Don't fall in love with the professor

The night in August is full of stars, the lights of the business district outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are flickering, the sound of music escaping from the bars and karaoke halls, mixed with the burnt aroma of barbecue, drifts from the alley to the end.

In the hotpot restaurant facing the street, Jiang Xiaocheng and Qin Meng sat across the table.

"Clara didn't call me because of the cat. She didn't seem to see me with the cat. Maybe she did, but she didn't care."

Qin Meng shrugged his shoulders, put a large piece of hairy belly into the boiling red oil soup pot, rinsed it up and down, and continued:

"It's Xingyao Home Textile's project, and she wants me to do it."

Because of his occupation, Jiang Xiaocheng is more sensitive to brands. When he heard the words "Xingyao Home Textiles", he said, "It's great to be able to take over such a big brand."

"What's the matter?" Qin Meng picked up his hairy belly, dipped it in the vinegar sauce, gulped it down, and said inarticulately: "I don't think I have this ability, I really don't know what Clara thinks, such an important job, hand it over It's right for you."

She complained again and again, presumably because she was dissatisfied with Clara's decision. Jiang Xiaocheng thought about it and said: "I have been following up on several projects, I'm afraid I don't have so much energy. Didn't you do an advertisement for a furniture brand before? Clara may be I think you have experience."

"Hey, other people don't know, don't you know? I was an intern at that time, and I played the role of cheerleader in the team. At most, I was cheering on the sidelines, making supper milk tea or something. How could I participate in the core planning? "Qin Meng took out a tissue to wipe the oil on his mouth.

"I'd rather take on some corporate brochures, photo exhibition boards and other projects. The cycle is short and you don't have to worry too much. I think Clara attaches great importance to this project. If I screw it up..."

Waving his hand, he said very coolly: "If you mess it up, just screw it up. At worst, you can teach ABC again."

Qin Meng was the colleague that Jiang Xiaocheng mentioned when chatting with Chen Zhe——graduated from English major, but stayed in the advertising company.

When it comes to work, Qin Meng has always been so-so. Fortunately, she has a beautiful face, but she is also clever and sweet-talking. There are a few times when she has problems with clients, and she is the one who handles them.

Lao Wang once said that she is the mascot of the customer department.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, I haven't discussed with my family, Xiao Zheng, about raising cats."

"He will definitely say yes."

"why?"

"He treats you so well, why doesn't he agree?"

"You know!" Qin Meng feigned anger, but his face was full of joy.

The fact that Qin Meng has a good boyfriend has been spread silently in the company for a long time. The reason is that on Valentine's Day last year, the courier sent a large bouquet of red to the company, saying that it was for Miss Qin. The signature on the greeting card was Xiao Zheng.

Everyone booed and asked which Xiao Zheng it was.

Qin Meng hid herself behind the roses.

"Xiao Zheng is Xiao Zheng."

Later, everyone discovered that Qin Meng's lipstick and jewelry were changed frequently. Although it was not a top brand name, it was enough to show his intentions. They all said that Xiao Zheng was a reliable person.

It is also said that Qin Meng has the means to coax people to empty their pockets and feel willing.

"What do you think I should name the cat? Xiao Huang? No, no, it's too vulgar—I think many people name it after a date, which is quite commemorative. Is it called Monday? It's a bit of a mouthful, What about Monday? Monday...Monday, the name is not bad, don't you think?"

Qin Meng was beaming with joy, but when he stopped to ask for advice, he found that Jiang Xiaocheng fell into silence, staring blankly at the tumbling oil pan.

"Hey! Xiaocheng! The beef is getting old!"

"Huh? Oh." Jiang Xiaocheng came back to his senses, quickly picked up the beef in the oil pan with a spoon, gave some to Qin Meng, and put the rest into his own plate.

"Why have you been absent-minded recently?"

"Is there?"

"Yes!" Qin Meng was very sure, "What were you thinking just now?"

Seeing Jiang Xiaocheng's hesitant expression, as if hesitating whether to talk to her, she added: "You like to keep it in your stomach when you have something to say. There is nothing wrong with telling it. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Our two desks are next to each other, so we can be regarded as neighbors, even if I can't help, I can share the pressure, if it is a secret, I promise here that it will never be revealed."

He raised his hand and made a gesture of oath.

I don't know which sentence touched Jiang Xiaocheng, he finally let go, "It's not a secret."

He hummed for a long time, thinking about how to speak.

Putting down the chopsticks, folded his arms on the edge of the dining table, stared at Qin Meng steadily, and said, "Are you in love?"

A brief silence followed.

Qin Meng looked around, a little confused, "Are you talking to me?"

"Tell me first, how do you feel when you hear this sentence."

"I feel like I'm back in high school, and I was caught having a puppy love with a boy from another class, and I was disciplined in the office. To be honest, your expression and tone just now resembled Clara. It was terrifying."

Jiang Xiaocheng burst out laughing, feeling that Qin Meng's metaphor was very vivid, and that Mr. Zhong was really similar to Clara in a certain way.

"Except for expression and tone? Someone asks you 'have you fallen in love', what do you think... what does he mean?"

"That must be because he likes me, and wants to ask about my situation," Qin Meng said without hesitation, and immediately refuted himself, "That's not right, who would be so direct? It's too confusing, it should be changed to a more tactful way. "

"Ah—" he made a long voice suddenly realized, "someone told you this sentence, right?"

After speaking, he looked at Jiang Xiaocheng intently, seeing him nod his head slightly, and immediately put on a gossip expression.

"Who is it? From our company? From our office building? Do I know him?"

She was so excited, Jiang Xiaocheng felt a little embarrassed, and took a sip of his drink to calm her emotions.

"You don't know each other. It's not from our company or our office building. I met you when I attended the wedding last week."

After thinking for a while, he continued, "I went to my senior's wedding last weekend, and I was the best man, so..."

It's really inconvenient to describe this acquaintance, so I can only say: "I just got to know each other."

"Oh - I understand, women, seeing friends around you walk into the wedding hall, loving each other, envy will be there, and of course there will be jealousy. But at this time, I met you again, my head became hot, and I took the initiative to attack !"

Jiang Xiaocheng admired her imagination, and did not explain some details of her misunderstanding, "You are right."

"It's very reasonable," Qin Meng added the accent on the word "very", and poured all the mushrooms into the soup pot, "But this girl is too reckless, to actually ask you in person if you have a girlfriend, your courage is commendable... Then what?"

"What then?" Jiang Xiaocheng was puzzled.

"She asked if you were in love, how did you answer?"

"That day... Actually, I didn't know how to answer, I was scared," Jiang Xiaocheng unconsciously stirred the ingredients in the bowl, "It was his mother, a very beautiful aunt, who dragged him away."

Qin Meng waited for a while, but saw that there was nothing to say.

"This is the end?!"

"It's over, it was just an accident," Jiang Xiaocheng didn't want to make a fuss, "I didn't take it seriously, but just now I suddenly remembered...the mushrooms are ripe."

"No way..." Qin Meng elongated her voice, tilted her head to observe Jiang Xiaocheng's expression, "How old is the person who confessed to you?"

"It's not a confession!" Jiang Xiaocheng hastily corrected, he regretted telling Qin Meng.

"Just ask."

"Okay, okay, it's not a confession, how old is she?"

"Twenty...seven...eight...nine?" Jiang Xiaocheng was not sure either.

"Isn't that older than you?"

Qin Meng raised the volume, but thought on the other hand, that someone as delicate and simple as Jiang Xiaocheng would be good with Sister Yu, so he asked again:

"Did you hear your conversation when her mother took her away?"

"I'm not sure, I should have heard it," Jiang Xiaocheng said with a bit of embarrassment, "Auntie apologized to me, and then hurriedly dragged him away."

Qin Meng sighed thoughtfully, clasped his hands together, and slapped in mid-air.

"That's okay, this person will definitely come to you again."

"Why?" Jiang Xiaocheng swallowed the mushrooms in his mouth.

Qin Meng gave him an analysis, "Look, a woman who is nearly 30 years old, who bothers her most about her marriage? It must be her parents. In the past, this woman might have focused on her career and had no intention of falling in love, but because of this wedding, because When I met you, I suddenly became enlightened and decided to embrace love. At this time, my parents will definitely support me strongly. I guess they are secretly investigating these days, thinking about how to match them up."

After finishing speaking, he leaned back half of his body, slumped on the leather chair, and touched his bulging stomach.

"It's over, it's over, I don't know how much sweat I have to sweat on the treadmill to offset the meat."

"You're exaggerating."

"It doesn't matter if I'm exaggerating or not." Qin Meng started to swipe her phone after eating and drinking.

"The important thing is what you think. Xiaocheng, why have you memorized someone else's simple sentence for so long?"

When Jiang Xiaocheng returned home, it was already 09:30, and the room was silent and dark.

He groped for the wall and pressed the switch. The lights on the ceiling, like an elderly man, hesitated a few times before fully turning on.

I didn't feel it when I was walking, but as soon as I entered the house, the smell of hot pot on my body became prominent. Jiang Xiaocheng took a hot shower and washed his clothes. It was 10:30 after he was busy.

At this time, it is Jiang Xiaocheng's favorite. He has been busy all day - processing messages, communicating with customers, trying to maintain interpersonal relationships with a smile... until this moment, he began to completely belong to himself.

This made him feel extremely relaxed and comfortable.

He has a hobby of watching movies. Usually, if a movie is recommended by the Internet or a friend, he will record the name in the note on his mobile phone. Whenever he is free, he will choose one of them to watch.

Today he chose a feature film, which told about an unforgettable journey of young students and retired military officers. The American movies of the 90s had warm colors and romantic light and shadow. Jiang Xiaocheng should have liked it very much, but after watching it for a while, he suddenly found it boring.

Called out the sticky note and changed to another movie. After 10 minutes, Jiang Xiaocheng knew that it wasn't the movie's problem.

Qin Meng's words came to mind.

"Xiaocheng, why have you memorized a simple sentence from others for so long?"