Don't fall in love with the professor

The "Parent-child Relationship Appraisal Report" was given to Zhong Kexing by Lu Huaijing. He never knew that he had such a child, and his mood when facing this matter was also complicated and difficult to describe.

This is a quiet coffee shop, located at the end of Xinghe Road, lined with luxuriant sycamore trees.

Standing at the door, Jiang Xiaocheng saw the person sitting at the table in the corner through the brown glass, and couldn't help but squeeze Zhong Kexing's hand tightly.

Zhong Kexing looked into his eyes and said, "I'll stand here waiting for you."

Jiang Xiaocheng was flustered and at a loss, he didn't know what he was going to say or do, he even wanted to turn around and run away, but in the end he pushed open the door of the coffee shop with stiff limbs, and walked towards the familiar figure .

As if sitting on a cloud, in a dream.

silence.

"Your eyes are very similar to your mother." Lu Huaijing on the opposite side spoke first.

"It's like laughing too. At the stadium, I watched you for a long time, and I wondered why there are such similar people. You are doing reports in the company, talking to colleagues, and working hard... The more I look at it, the more I doubt it. Do it. identified—”

A rare expression of embarrassment appeared on the wrinkled face, "I didn't know about this at the time... I'm sorry."

Jiang Xiaocheng opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Lu Huaijing understood what he wanted to ask, and continued: "Your personality is not quite like your mother, she is a very proud person."

Slowly sink into memories.

"At that time, I was in the third year of college, and there was a bookstore in my family. There was a shortage of people to take care of it. Your mother came to apply for the job. She was dressed very plainly, her clothes were even torn, and her hair was messed up. She came to be organized, she said that she was admitted to a university, could not afford the tuition fees, and wanted to make money by herself."

"Your ancestor...my father let her stay and worked for a month, but the salary she got was far from enough. My father helped her advance the money."

"My father used to be a high school teacher and sponsored many students, but your mother is different from these students. She is neither cowardly nor inferior, and has a tenacity in her body."

"When the school is not in class, she will come to the cashier to look at the store. I will also help out in the bookstore at home on Saturdays and Sundays. Slowly, we have become familiar with each other."

"At that time, there was a wave of studying abroad in China. After graduating from my senior year, I applied to a school in the United States. I thought that after waiting for two years, she could come out and we could be reunited, but then we lost contact."

Jiang Xiaocheng said hoarsely, "Didn't you... look for it?"

"Xiaocheng, we were too young at that time. I stayed in the United States for eight years and then settled in Singapore. I didn't know she was pregnant at that time."

It is precisely because I am young that I keep running forward and have no time to look back.

Lu Huaijing sighed and said, "This is an excuse, this matter is my fault."

After a pause, he asked, "I looked at your employment information, but there is no information about your mother, she—"

Jiang Xiaocheng clenched his fists, "She's gone."

Lu Huaijing's expression changed, "Why, she's still so young."

Jiang Xiaocheng lowered his head and said: "My mother has been in poor health since she gave birth to me, and she worked a lot of odd jobs. Later, she became alcoholic and suffered from liver disease. She died when I was in junior high school."

There seemed to be tears in Lu Huaijing's eyes, "Then how have you lived all these years?"

"I lived at my uncle's house, and later went to university and worked."

Jiang Xiaocheng suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.

For so many years, he had doubts in his heart, but when the answer was in front of him, he suddenly discovered that everything was meaningless.

As Ke Xing said, everyone has his own choice, he can't change it, and he has no position to condemn.

Lu Huaijing's voice seemed to come from the sky, it was far and near, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

He seemed to say that no matter what, we are all in a relationship where blood is thicker than water.

He said you could come to the house if you wanted to.

He said that you are not only yourself now, but also two younger brothers and a younger sister, one younger brother is a lawyer, and the other younger brother and younger sister both work at the headquarters.

Jiang Xiaocheng stood up in a huff and interrupted the rest of the conversation.

He bowed and said, "Lu, Boss Lu, I'm sorry, I have to go."

As if there was a scourge in this coffee shop, Jiang Xiaocheng rushed out the door stumbling and stumbling, found Zhong Kexing's figure, rushed over, and hugged his neck.

Zhong Kexing staggered when he was hit, and put his hands on Jiang Xiaocheng's back at a loss.

"Keep going," Jiang Xiaocheng said, "I want to go home."

Later, Jiang Xiaocheng and Zhong Kexing said that it's not that he doesn't yearn for this relationship, but when Lu Huaijing talked about his children, the scene of his mother lying on the bed coughing up blood suddenly appeared in his mind.

Zhong Kexing sighed and said, forget it.

During the long vacation in October, Jiang Xiaocheng took Zhong Kexing and Jiang Xia back to his hometown in the north.

Jiang Xiaocheng's hometown is in a small town on the border of the motherland. He has to take a four-hour flight first, sleep in the city overnight, and then take an old green leather car the next day, wandering around for several hours.

When Jiang Xiaocheng got off the car, his head was already dizzy, but he couldn't help being moved when he saw the familiar plants and trees in front of him.

Walking out of the station, Jiang Xia said excitedly, "I saw my parents."

Vigorously wave your hand in a certain direction.

Following her gaze, Jiang Xiaocheng saw the two people walking, and suddenly felt a burst of surprise and sadness in his heart.

I haven't seen her for many years, but my uncle and aunt's figure has become old, their hair is half white, and the wrinkles on their faces have become denser.

It's not the same as what I remember.

"Dad! Mom!"

"Uncle, aunt."

Chen Xiuli sighed several times, her tone was full of joy, her eyes narrowed into slits with a smile, she eagerly took Jiang Xia's hand, looked at Jiang Xiaocheng again, and said, "Why does it feel like you've grown taller again? You're also handsome, I didn’t even dare to recognize you when you came out of the station. Lao Jiang, don’t you think so?”

Jiang Zhongqiang always kept his words to himself, so he hummed and went to pick up Jiang Xiaocheng's luggage.

"No, no, uncle, I'll take it myself." Jiang Xiaocheng hurriedly declined, and went to see Zhong Kexing again.

Just about to say something, Jiang Xia jumped out first.

She stood beside Jiang Zhongqiang and his wife, made an exaggerated gesture, and said generously: "Dad, Mom, let me introduce you. This is Teacher Zhong, a professor at our university, and my brother's boyfriend."

In this unknown town, college students are very rare, let alone professors.

Although they had already said hello in advance, Jiang Zhongqiang and his wife were still a little at a loss for such a handsome intellectual, and they didn't know what to do when they heard the other party call themselves "uncle and aunt" and handed them a lot of beautifully packaged gifts alright.

He stumbled and responded a few times.

It was Jiang Xia who said, "Mom and Dad, let's go home and say, what delicious food did you make for me, my brother, and Teacher Zhong?"

Chen Xiuli glanced at Jiang Xia reproachfully, but her voice was full of indulgence, "You child, you only want to eat."

She is born/loving Zhangluo, and at this time, she remembered that she was the hostess of the family, and said to Zhong Kexing: "Mr. Zhong, although our farm dishes are not as exquisite as the ones outside, they are large in quantity and affordable, and we grow them ourselves. Don’t be disgusted with those who add pesticides and fertilizers.”

Zhong Kexing said: "I won't dislike it, it's something you can't get outside."

His words revealed the value of farm food, and Chen Xiuli's face turned into a flower with a smile.

A group of people walked on the road that was not wide, and they were very eye-catching.

Jiang Zhongqiang quit his job as a janitor a long time ago. With the help of his friends, he opened a snack shop across the street from the primary school. The store is small, but the business is booming. Thanks to this, the life of the family has gradually improved.

I still live in the original small courtyard, which has been refurbished, which is much more pleasing to the eye than before.

The dishes prepared by Chen Xiuli are really like what she described, big fish, whole chicken... stewed corn with pork ribs are all served in basins.

A few people formed a circle around the table, and everyone shared a glass of wine. With this wine, everyone shared interesting things they had experienced one after another. The original feeling of alienation gradually dissipated, and the atmosphere warmed up. .

Chen Xiuli still didn't forget to ask: "Mr. Zhong, is the dish to your liking? Our taste is heavy, it may be a bit salty for you."

Zhong Kexing shook his head, and said, "It's delicious. I haven't eaten many here."

He has a characteristic, he always looks serious when he speaks, which makes people feel very sincere.

Chen Xiuli actually has some selfish intentions - most of the dishes she cooks are Jiang Xia's favorite dishes, and when she suddenly heard such praise, she felt embarrassed.

At night, Jiang Xiaocheng and Zhong Kexing were sleeping in the hut. Jiang Xiaocheng asked, "Do you really think the food is delicious today?"

Zhong Kexing said: "Of course, these dishes look the same as the photos on the Internet."

Jiang Xiaocheng smiled and said, "Did you still do your homework?"

Zhong Kexing was silent for a while, and said: "It's been a long time ago, we just met, when I invited you to the museum, I originally wanted to treat you to my hometown food, but you seemed to like spicy food, so I changed it to hot pot."

Jiang Xiaocheng let out an ah, remembering.

He also remembered that he rejected Zhong Kexing by the lake, because of the child who accidentally fell into the water, this relationship had a turning point.

He wasn't sure if Zhong Kexing had heard those words at the time, and he felt a little guilty, so he didn't answer.

After a while, Zhong Kexing said again: "It's very quiet."

People who have lived in the city for a long time are not used to the quietness here.

Jiang Xiaocheng said: "Yes, there are few people around here, and there is a field next to it, which is very beautiful. I will take you there tomorrow."

Before going to the fields, Jiang Xiaocheng wanted to go back to his home—the place where he and his mother lived for more than ten years.

My uncle's home is on the East Street of the town, and Jiang Xiaocheng's home is on the West Street of the town. Jiang Xiaocheng kept talking all the way from east to west. With excitement, he introduced the place where he lived since he was a child. to a loved one.

"This is my junior high school, next to it is the elementary school."

"The family used to have a big black dog, and every time someone passed by, it kept barking."

"There used to be a stationery store, but it seems to be closed now."

"Liu Ji Noodle House...that's it! I loved his noodles when I was young."

"This grass is everywhere and I love picking its seeds."

"It's shepherd's purse." Zhong Kexing said.

Going forward, the road gradually became deserted, and the plants grew freely, as if no one had walked by it for a long time.

Finally, I came to an abandoned house.

It is so familiar, and it is a bit smaller than the one in memory, Jiang Xiaocheng looked at it, his eyes gradually became moist.

Zhong Kexing said, "Let's go in."

The grass in the courtyard was nearly one meter high. Zhong Ke walked ahead, opened a path, then turned around and grabbed his hand, and led him in.

There was no valuables in the house for a long time, the door was not locked, Jiang Xiaocheng opened it with a slight pull, and dust fell down.

A burst of dusty smell hits the face.

The room is so small that one look can fill it.

Zhong Kexing said, "Won't you show me around?"

Jiang Xiaocheng's tears were about to fall, but when he said this, he laughed again, and introduced it seriously: "This place is the kitchen, there is the stove, the one on the left is the bedroom, and the one on the right is the place to put the sundries."

In the whole house, only the room where the sundries are kept piled up. Zhong Ke walked over to see that there were some rags and iron.

Jiang Xiaocheng was immersed in memories, walking slowly along the wall and looking slowly, many vague memories emerged in his brain.

Suddenly, Zhong Kexing called Xiaocheng from behind.

Jiang Xiaocheng turned his head and saw Zhong Kexing squatting on the ground, flipping through something.

"Here's a photo album."

Jiang Xiaocheng hurried over and picked up what Zhong Kexing was holding.

"I know, I know this, this is my photo album, I saw it when I was a child, but I can't find it later."

The voice was full of joy, "Where did you find it?"

Zhong Kexing pointed to the floor tiles and said, "That piece was cracked, and I saw something, so I turned it over."

That kind of old-fashioned photo album is an insert type, and because of the protection of the plastic film, the photos are still well preserved.

Jiang Xiaocheng slowly turned from the first page to the last page, and then turned from the first page again, as if he could never get enough.

"When this photo was taken, I don't even remember."

"This one, why am I so small?"

Zhong Kexing followed suit, and suddenly, a thought flashed through his head.

He took the album in Jiang Xiaocheng's hand, pulled out a photo, and flipped to the back.

Sure enough, there was a line of beautiful characters written on it.

"The baby is 2 years old, why can't he talk yet, come on, mom loves you."

Jiang Xiaocheng was startled, and pulled out the photos one by one.

"Baby is 100 days old, I hope you grow up happily, mom loves you."

"The baby is 1 year old and is learning to walk. Mom loves you."

"The baby is 3 years old, and he is getting clingier. Mom loves you."

"The baby is 4 years old, and he is already a little adult. Mom loves you."

"..."

Jiang Xiaocheng's vision gradually blurred, and something dripped from his eyes and landed on the photo.

He hurriedly reached out to wipe.

Zhong Kexing put his arm on Jiang Xiaocheng's shoulder, and Jiang Xiaocheng turned his head and leaned on him.

Jiang Xiaocheng felt that this photo album was the biggest surprise he got back home this time.

He didn't know that there were other surprises waiting for him.

The author has something to say: the text of the next chapter is finished, I am afraid that I will write slowly, so I will not set a fixed time for posting, and it will be finished before September 9th.