Don't fall in love with the professor

In the bedroom in the early morning, Jiang Xiaocheng woke up from the bed.

He rested early yesterday, and he was ignorant this night, and he didn't have any exhausting dreams. He really slept very deeply.

Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands, he turned over, still a little lazy, his nose smelled the fragrance of plants, he turned his head along the smell, and saw a bouquet of pink roses quietly placed on the bedside cabinet , in a long-necked vase, very elegant.

A smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Sitting up from the bed with his hands propped up, he saw a plain white square box next to the vase, tied with a pure black ribbon in a delicate knot.

With a heartbeat, the remaining drowsiness completely dissipated.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to open the gift box to see what was inside, when his fingertip touched the ribbon, he paused for a while, then retracted again.

At this time, Zhong Kexing should be making breakfast.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaocheng lifted the quilt, got out of bed and walked towards the door, held the handle, pushed it lightly, and through the open gap, he saw the busy figure in front of the cooking table.

The range hood whirred, Zhong Kexing put on an apron, and worked hard, until his waist was wrapped around him, and he realized that there was an extra person in the kitchen.

He stirred the soup slowly with a spoon, turned his head and asked under the rising steam, "Are you awake, did you sleep well? If you're still sleepy, I'll sleep a little longer. I'll call you when breakfast is ready."

Jiang Xiaocheng rubbed Zhong Kexing's back lazily, nodded first, then shook his head, and said, "I'm full of sleep—what are you doing?"

Still holding Zhong Kexing and not letting go.

This kind of intimacy, even he himself did not realize it.

Zhong Kexing noticed it, and was very happy in his heart. He scraped the bridge of Jiang Xiaocheng's handsome nose, and left some flour on it.

Looking down at him, he said in a relaxed tone, "Well... I named it Pearl Emerald White Jade Noodle."

"Pearl, emerald and white jade noodles?" Jiang Xiaocheng was taken aback for a moment, poked his head out curiously, lifted the lid of the pot to have a look, and immediately smiled knowingly.

The pearls he mentioned probably refer to the undulating fish balls in the boiling water, and the emeralds are green vegetables.

Glancing at the stuffing in the glass bowl again, he couldn't believe it: "Did you make these fish balls yourself?"

Zhong Kexing said: "The last time I ate hot pot, you said that the fish balls and meatballs in the supermarket had too much flour and tasteless. I want to make it myself. It shouldn't be unpalatable."

This is why Zhong Ke is so good at remembering every word of Jiang Xiaocheng.

Of course, he has other benefits, such as taking the initiative to take on the responsibility of making breakfast every day in order to let Jiang Xiaocheng sleep a little longer.

I also keep my word and do what I say. I said before that I should learn to cook, and now I can cook good dishes.

Jiang Xiaocheng didn't know what to say, so he whispered: "This is so troublesome. From now on, just go downstairs and buy some buns and soy milk."

It didn't come to him until Zhong Ke took out a whole noodle, carefully placed it on the bottom of the bowl, and poured soup on it.

This turned out to be a bowl of longevity noodles.

The face is slowly getting hot.

But it is such silent care that makes people more tempted than any love words.

The noodle soup was brought to the dining table, and the two sat opposite each other.

Before moving his chopsticks, Zhong Kexing coughed, as if he wanted to attract people's attention on purpose.

He looked at Jiang Xiaocheng and said, "Happy birthday."

Faced with such a situation, Jiang Xiaocheng always learned not to let go of his shyness. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into the other person's eyes, and said softly, "Thank you."

"How do you like it?"

"Huh? What?"

Seeing Jiang Xiaocheng's confused look, Zhong Kexing simply explained it clearly.

"Gift, do you like it?"

Jiang Xiaocheng groaned, and said, "Is that the white box by the bed? Is it for me?"

"of course."

"I... don't know, I didn't take it apart to see, so I'll go and take it apart."

Every time I uttered a word, more joy and sweetness came out. I hurried into the bedroom and came out quickly.

Putting the gift box on the dining table and untying the tie, his fingertips trembled slightly because of anticipation.

Zhong Kexing's gift is the latest mobile phone, a well-known brand, with a clean and simple style.

Jiang Xiaocheng held the phone in his hand and looked at it over and over again, a little flattered, "This... is too precious."

Zhong Kexing said, "It's not expensive."

Added: "I think you can use it every day."

The words were simple, but Jiang Xiaocheng understood it, and couldn't help but be moved by the sincerity. He wanted to wait until Zhong Kexing's birthday, and he must prepare gifts carefully.

For breakfast this weekend, the two ate leisurely, drank the last sip of soup contentedly, and cleaned up the dishes together.

Jiang Xiaocheng had noticed the carnations on the dining table a long time ago, and thought of the roses in the bedroom, and asked, "When did you buy the flowers so fresh? I don't even know."

Zhong Kexing looked at him helplessly, but didn't speak.

Jiang Xiaocheng looked puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Kexing drained the water in the drain bowl, put it in the disinfection cabinet, and said, "These are all flowers on the terrace."

When the two first got together, Jiang Xiaocheng was very interested in Zhong Kexing's work/hobbies, and whenever he found an opportunity, he would ask left and right.

But Zhong Kexing didn't like to joke in the first place, and when he talked about such things, he was more serious and serious, and the professional terms were thrown over him, making people dizzy.

After several visits, Jiang Xiaocheng figured out his temperament, so he stopped asking, for fear that the ordinary chat would turn into an academic conference.

But it didn't seem like he cared enough about the other party.

Feeling ashamed, Jiang Xiaocheng took Zhong Kexing's arm and said, "I've been too busy recently, so I didn't pay attention to the terrace. Are there many flowers blooming? I can't name some of them. Please introduce them to me, okay?" ?”

It's not like Zhong Kexing couldn't see such an obvious show of favor. He said, "I haven't paid attention to it recently. I went to see it this morning. There are a lot of weeds growing. It's time to take care of it."

Jiang Xiaocheng immediately volunteered to raise his hand, like a student who wants to answer a question, and said, "I will take care of it with you."

It's fun to do anything with the people you like. On the terrace of Nuo Da, Jiang Xiaocheng became a caring helper. Under Zhong Kexing's guidance, he pruned the branches and cut the grass in a good way.

The layout of the terrace is carefully designed. For example, a wooden round table and benches are specially placed on the corner of the wall for tea breaks. It is covered by a glass roof and is not afraid of wind and rain.

The two felt tired and went to rest together.

In your own home, of course, you don’t need to be too strict. Jiang Xiaocheng was sitting upright, but he felt uncomfortable. Looking left and right, he simply used Zhong Kexing as a meat pad, lying on his body, with his head resting on his lap , lowered his head, and seriously fiddled with the newly bought mobile phone.

Jiang Xiaocheng was wearing half-sleeves and shorts, looking fresh and simple. Lying down like this, his slender and well-proportioned legs were exposed to the sun, making them snow-white.

Zhong Kexing only took one look, then looked away.

He said, "Shall we go to the movies this afternoon?"

Jiang Xiaocheng put down his phone, raised his face, and asked, "Do you want to go?"

Zhong Kexing straightened the broken hair on his forehead, and said, "I think, today... there must be some activities."

Jiang Xiaocheng fixed his eyes on the glass shed above his head, as if he was thinking about something, and then gave a long hum, and said, "The movie theater is crowded and noisy, why don't we talk at home."

Raising his arm, he took Zhong Kexing's hand and folded it on his chest.

Today is Jiang Xiaocheng's birthday, of course he must follow his wishes, and this suggestion is also very attractive.

Zhong Kexing said, "I'll cut the fruit and pour a glass of water."

Jiang Xiaocheng smiled brightly at him and said hello.

All kinds of flowers and plants are planted around the terrace. Clusters of blooming lily of the valley grow along the wall. When the wind blows, the leaves and stems shake first, and then the flowers on the stems also shake slightly. , releasing a faint fragrance.

Not long after, Zhong Ke walked in, holding a fruit plate in his left hand, a thin blanket on his right arm, and a book in his hand.

Put the fruit plate on the round table, sit back on the chair, wrap Jiang Xiaocheng's legs tightly with a blanket.

Jiang Xiaocheng only thought that he was afraid that he was cold and didn't want to follow his wishes, so he just accepted it silently, adjusted his comfortable posture, and accepted the feeding calmly.

Zhong Kexing just read the book silently, Jiang Xiaocheng leaned on his lap, and shared the news he saw with him.

After a while, Jiang Xiaocheng sat up again, like a puppy, pressing his head on Zhong Kexing's shoulder.

As if feeling uncomfortable again, he moved towards Zhong Kexing's direction.

After such tossing, no one can read the book, Zhong Kexing asked: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaocheng said, "It's okay, I'm a little tired lying down."

Zhong Kexing gave him a suspicious look, lowered his head and sniffed his shirt.

"Do I smell something?"

"No no."

"Oh, then why are you sniffing me?"

Jiang Xiaocheng did not expect that such a careful and subtle movement could not escape Zhong Kexing's eyes.

He looked a bit embarrassed as if he had been caught doing something bad.

In order to avoid being regarded as a pervert, Jiang Xiaocheng held up the mobile phone in front of Zhong Kexing, and explained: "It is said on the Internet that if you like someone, you can smell his special smell."

This is a popular science article, which roughly talks about two people who are genetically compatible, will be attracted by the smell of each other, this smell can stimulate the nerves, and then produce a feeling of physical and mental pleasure.

Zhong Kexing stared at the phone screen for a while without saying a word, then he turned his head and asked, "Can you smell me?"

This tone of voice seemed to be a simple discussion.

Jiang Xiaocheng would not lie about this kind of thing, although he was embarrassed, he still said: "I can smell a little, like mint."

Zhong Kexing let out a groan, and said, "Maybe it's the smell of laundry detergent."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly leaned in the direction of Jiang Xiaocheng.

Embarrassed, Jiang Xiaocheng put his hands on Zhong Kexing's shoulders and pushed him outward.

"What?"

"We're using the same laundry detergent, and if it's the laundry detergent, you should be smelling mint too."

This answer was well-founded, and Jiang Xiaocheng couldn't refute it for a while, so he could only hold his breath, stiffen his body, and let Zhong Kexing sniff around his neck.

After a long time, I didn't see any constructive conclusions drawn by the other party, so I finally couldn't help being ashamed and asked, "Do you smell anything?"

"Sweet with fruit."

"That's because I just ate a pineapple."

Zhong Kexing shook his head and said, "It's different, I can't describe it."

When Jiang Xiaocheng heard this, he was very happy. According to the Internet, this is the evidence that the two are compatible.

But he also suspected that Zhong Kexing was tricking him.

Half suspicious and half curious, he glanced at Zhong Kexing, then lowered his head to sniff his clothes.

"Really...why can't I smell anything?"

With the spirit of demonstration, he approached Zhong Kexing's neck, wanting to find out something else.

This innocent action is really endearing, so Zhong Kexing followed his own heart and bowed his head to kiss him when he came up to him.

He touched Jiang Xiaocheng's lips impartially.

The sweet fruit scent blends slowly in the breath.

During the first days when the two were together, Jiang Xiaocheng was more shy and reserved when doing these intimate actions.

Now, the shyness is still there, but he is also much bolder. When Zhong Kexing backed away for half a minute, he would still chase after him for a kiss.

Obviously, he also enjoyed such an intimate interaction.

The discussion of "couple smell" has long been left behind.

At the end of this heart-pounding long kiss, both of them were a little emotional, but at this moment, the doorbell rang.

Shocked the charming atmosphere.

Jiang Xiaocheng groaned, stood up, and said, "I remembered, my colleague sent me something."

He hurried to the entrance, opened the door and saw that it was a courier, thanked him, and signed the message.

Zhong Kexing took the box, looked at the exquisite and beautiful packaging, weighed it again, and asked, "What's inside?"

Jiang Xiaocheng explained: "The project I am working on now is not the tableware of 'Wenmu'. This is a sample sent by their company. My colleagues asked me to use them, saying that they can inspire inspiration."

I also feel that it is impolite to talk about work during the holidays.

Afraid of disappointing Zhong Kexing's company, he put the box in the corner of the kitchen.

"Leave it alone."

Zhong Kexing used a key to cut the tape on the package, took out the dishes and bowls inside, and said, "Since it is helpful to your work, we will use it without any delay."

He put the flat plate with gold-edged leaves in his hand, turned it back and forth, and said, "This is just right for making cakes."

Jiang Xiaocheng felt that he must have heard wrong.

"Do... make a cake?"

When Zhong Ke was about to arrange a series of tools such as egg beater, electronic scale, mounting table, and baking tray on the cooking table in sequence, Jiang Xiaocheng really believed in what he was going to do.

"Keep going, making cakes...it must be difficult."

What Jiang Xiaocheng said was a tactful reminder.

Zhong Kexing said casually: "Others are fine, it is more difficult to spread the cream evenly."

This confident look was unexpected, so Jiang Xiaocheng asked, "Have you done this before?"

Zhong Kexing kept operating the egg beater with his other hand on his waist, turned around and said, "Otherwise, why do you think I have gained weight recently?"

He also said: "When you are not at home at noon, I have practiced, but I can't guarantee whether I can succeed in the first attempt."

Jiang Xiaocheng was so moved that he didn't know what to do. He hugged Zhong Kexing from behind, and he could still touch the outline of his abdominal muscles.

"Not fat, not fat."

"Keep going... I..."

One of the highlights of the new mobile phone is its strong shooting performance.

Jiang Xiaocheng turned on the camera and decided to record this memorable moment.

The vision changed from blurred to clear, and then Zhong Kexing's busy back appeared on the rectangular screen.

There was a clear and teasing voice-over.

"Professor Zhong, what are you doing?"

Zhong Kexing turned around, glanced in the direction of the phone, subconsciously stretched out his five fingers, and made a movement to cover it, with a helpless look in his eyes.

But they still cooperated and said, "I'm making a cake."

"How to do it?"

With a pampering look on Zhong Kexing's face, he began to introduce dutifully.

"There are eggs and white sugar in it, and they must be beaten into a paste first."

The camera shakes a few times and moves forward to clearly capture the humming action of the egg beater.

"When the custard becomes fine and shiny, add the sifted flour into the custard, like this..."

"Add butter and milk..."

"Put it in the oven, and after it's baked, just smear it with cream."

Jiang Xiaocheng turned on the front camera, allowing his face and Zhong Kexing to appear on the screen at the same time.

Just as he was about to say a few witty words in conclusion, something flashed through his mind, and he tugged on Zhong Kexing's sleeve.

"Do it, do it!"

Zhong Kexing was setting the parameters of the oven, when he heard the call, he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaocheng stared at him with watery eyes and said, "The two of us seem to have never taken a photo together."

Zhong Kexing was obviously taken aback, glanced at the screen, took two steps forward, and approached Jiang Xiaocheng.

It means to take pictures together by default.

Jiang Xiaocheng usually likes to take pictures of some scenery, and he also knows a lot of shooting skills. He adjusted the postures of the two and reminded Zhong Kexing to look at the camera.

Puchi burst out laughing.

"Professor Zhong, this is not a passport photo, how about a smile?"

When Zhong Kexing heard this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

With a click, the time at this moment is frozen here forever.

In addition to cakes, Zhong Kexing also prepared other dishes. He used the back of a spoon to smear the gravy into a heart shape, neatly stacked the cut steaks in the middle, and decorated them with two clusters of broccoli.

Squeeze star-shaped wasabi out of a piping bag to create a colorful sushi platter.

Freshly squeezed juice mixed with ice cubes is poured into a glass, and a slice of lemon is added for decoration.

Putting all the dinner plates on the table, Jiang Xiaocheng thought that he could finally have a feast, but Zhong Kexing said:

"Can you go back to the bedroom and come out in 10 minutes?"

There are so many surprises today, Jiang Xiaocheng asked: "So mysterious, what are you going to do?"

Of course Zhong Kexing didn't want to reveal the mystery so early, and as if he didn't know how to persuade Jiang Xiaocheng to be obedient, he put his hand on Jiang Xiaocheng's shoulder and pushed him towards the bedroom.

"Ten minutes, just 10 minutes."

"Then... 10 minutes, don't make me wait too long."

“还有5分钟……4分钟……3分钟……2分钟……还有30秒，我要出来了！”

"Wait a minute!"

Outside the door, Zhong Kexing's voice was a little flustered, and something was crackling.

After a while, he said loudly: "It's ok, you can come out."

Jiang Xiaocheng couldn't wait to push open the door, the darkness greeted his eyes, he blinked uncomfortably, and finally saw clusters of orange lights in the darkness.

The source of this warm light is the white candle placed on the dining table. The flame is shaking up and down, which deserves a warm color around it.

Jiang Xiaocheng's expression seemed to be smiling, but also a little crying. He said, "This is too grand."

Zhong Kexing seemed to have his own rhythm, he walked over, pulled Jiang Xiaocheng up, and asked him to sit down at the dining table.

Pick up the birthday hat on one side and put it on Jiang Xiaocheng's head.

Jiang Xiaocheng subconsciously covered it, muttered and laughed, "This is childish, okay?", but let him put it on.

Zhong Kexing sat down opposite him, with a gentle warm light in his eyes, and said, "Little birthday boy, you can make a wish now, and your wish will only come true if you close your eyes."

Jiang Xiaocheng quickly closed his eyes, because in the next second, something would flow out uncontrollably.

Jiang Xiaocheng has always been optimistic and cheerful to outsiders, but he knows in his heart that because of his background, he always has a pessimistic and negative attitude towards life.

He never believed in ghosts and gods. In junior high school, a group of classmates stayed up all night waiting for the meteor shower, and he did not participate in it.

If wishing is really useful, how can there be so many unhappy people in the world?

But he is not completely depressed about life.

Along the way, the ardent concern of teachers and classmates, after work, the help and support of colleagues, and even once on the road, an aunt came up to him and said that his clothes were too thin and he should wear more...these are the warm lights of human nature , has been filling his heart.

More importantly, he is so lucky to meet someone who accompanies him, tolerates him, and loves him.

Huh, what wish should I make?

He wants to live happily with Zhong Kexing like this forever.

Will it be too greedy?

Then, being with Zhong Kexing forever, you don't need to be so happy.

Or, or as long as Zhong Kexing is in good health.

If there are gods in this world who help human beings realize their wishes, if they hear such a non-greedy request, they may help to realize it.

"Cough, the candle is about to burn out." Zhong Kexing's reminder sounded in his ears.

"I promise." Jiang Xiaocheng put down his clasped hands and opened his eyes.

The wonderful experience of this night not only enhanced the intimate relationship between the two, but also gave Jiang Xiaocheng a lot of work inspiration.

He made a thorough revision to his project plan, and planned to make another report two days later to listen to everyone's opinions.

"Hi sir, I'm ordering here. I'm glad to serve you. What would you like to drink?"

In the coffee shop downstairs of the company, Jiang Xiaocheng hurriedly approached the counter and ordered a cup of latte, hoping to cheer himself up with it.

When paying the bill, there was a small accident. The waiter scanned the QR code several times in a row, but it didn't show that the payment was successful. Presumably there was a problem with the network.

It was the rush hour for work, and there were a lot of white-collar workers coming in and out. Because of this delay, a queue had already been pulled up in front of the counter, and the people at the end of the queue leaned out half of their bodies, trying to see which link had a problem.

Jiang Xiaocheng felt very sorry for causing such a situation. He moved half a step to the right and said to the waiter, "I'm sorry, let the people in the back order first. I'll check to see if there is any cash."

"Is this a latte? I'll have a cup too, and we'll tie it together."

Jiang Xiaocheng was looking down at his schoolbag, when there was such a voice behind him, he turned around in a little surprise, stared at the man's face for a while, and finally recognized it.

"Oh it's you!"

I also felt that it was not polite to address a person in his forties, so I changed my tone and said, "What a coincidence, I met you here."

"Little golfer, do you remember me?"

"Of course I remember."

This middle-aged man was the very powerful opponent that Jiang Xiaocheng and Zhong Kexing met when they played for the first time.

Because of his hard-to-neglect temperament and superb skills, he left a deep impression on Jiang Xiaocheng.

The man gave up his seat at the counter and exchanged pleasantries with Jiang Xiaocheng.

"You work in this building?"

Jiang Xiaocheng saw that he set his eyes on his chest, raised his badge, and said shyly, "I just came here to work not long ago."

"Oh, that's great, I also work here, and we can learn from each other in the future."

For such a self-cultivated person, Jiang Xiaocheng respected him from the bottom of his heart, and he readily agreed, thinking about the cup of coffee again.

"The money for the coffee, I'll transfer it to you—"

The man waved his hand, as if he didn't care, "Next time you make a ball game, please invite me again."

After a short episode, Jiang Xiaocheng clocked in to work as usual, and when he entered the office area, he was faced with a busy and chaotic scene.

Just wondering why the atmosphere was so tense, Xiao Qi hurried out of the office with a stack of documents in his hand, as if he was about to do something important and urgent.

He caught a glimpse of Jiang Xiaocheng at the work station, stopped in his tracks, and said, "Wen Mu's case will be reported soon, how are you preparing?"

Jiang Xiaocheng was stunned, "But——"

Xiao Qi raised his hand, pressed it in the air, and stopped Jiang Xiaocheng's words.

"I know, it was supposed to be the day after tomorrow, but now it's urgent."

On the side, Qing Tian turned her head and interjected, "The chairman supervises and inspects and listens to reports from all departments."

The author has something to say: I haven't updated for a long time, I was beaten at attention, holding my breath, everyone beat me up.