classmate engagement

Jiang Muping seldom came to the teacher's restaurant to eat, and sitting across from the teaching assistant Teacher Zhou, Jiang Muping glanced at her hand inadvertently, and then when Teacher Zhou entered the professor's office to hand in materials in the afternoon, he was stopped by Jiang Muping up.

"Teacher Zhou."

"Hey." Teacher Zhou replied, "What's the matter, Professor Jiang?"

Teacher Zhou is very young. He just got married not long ago, and Jiang Muping even got her wedding candy.Jiang Muping put the cap on the pen, raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the plain silver ring on Teacher Zhou's ring finger.

Jiang Muping withdrew his gaze and looked at Teacher Zhou: "I want to ask you something. Your ring is very beautiful. Where did you order it?"

Teacher Zhou was taken aback, and looked down at his ring finger: "Professor Jiang, you..."

"I'm getting married, and I want to order a pair of rings. I think your wedding ring is very beautiful, and the style is very special."

Teacher Zhou's eyes widened slightly: "Are you getting married?"

Jiang Muping nodded.

Teacher Zhou's expression changed from shock to joy, her eyes narrowed with a smile, and she raised the hand wearing the ring: "My wife asked a friend to invite an Italian designer to design this, and I also think it is very beautiful. .”

"The designer is in Italy?"

"That's right, my lover's friend is studying in Italy, and he helped us send the ring design back to China."

"Roughly how long will it take?"

"I remember I was waiting for more than two months."

Jiang Muping poked the notebook with the pen cover, thoughtfully said: "It's been a bit too long."

Cheng Yan and Jiang Muping finally agreed to live in the new house under Jiang Muping's name. That house was relatively close to Beicheng University and Cheng Yan's studio, and if they got married, of course living in a new house would be more ceremonial.

Jiang Muping gave Cheng Yan the spare key of the new house, so that he can go and see what needs to be added when he is free.The new house is furnished, but not furnished yet.

After finishing his work today, Cheng Yan went to the new house.

This house is much bigger than the house where Chengyan himself lives. The decoration style of the house is very simple. At first glance, it looks like a model house on an assembly line. But if you look closely, you can see that it has been carefully designed.Cheng Yan has never been to the place where Jiang Muping lives now, but he guessed that the decoration style there should be similar to this place.

The cool and cold minimalism is Jiang Muping's style.

Cheng Yan went into each room and looked. There was a master bedroom, a guest bedroom, and a study room. Cheng Yan went to the door and turned the doorknob slightly.

There was a little light in the crack of the door, and Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment when the door opened wide, it was indeed a study room, the lights were not turned off in the room, and there was a person lying on the desk.

Cheng Yan held the doorknob in a daze for a while, then walked in lightly.

Jiang Muping was lying on the table with his face sideways, his head resting on his forearm, and the fingers of his right hand were bent, resting on the table in a relaxed manner.His glasses were in his hand, and there was a thick book under them.

Jiang Muping breathes evenly, and his back slowly rises and falls with the frequency of his breathing. He is wearing a shirt, and the fabric on his back is tight, outlining some strong back muscles.

Cheng Yan bent down and glanced at the contents of the book. They were all in English, and the words in his eyes gave him a headache.He turned his eyes, and his eyes fell on Jiang Muping's sleeping face again. At this moment, he suddenly thought that now is the perfect time to measure Jiang Muping's fingers.

Cheng Yan couldn't find the measuring tool temporarily, so he pulled a hair from his head, carefully passed it under Jiang Muping's ring finger, and gently hooked his finger.Jiang Muping's fingers were long and clean, as white as his face.

In contrast, Chengyan's hands are not so delicate. He has been holding the tattoo machine all year round, and his fingers have calluses. If you look closely at it, your right hand is a little bigger than your left hand.

Cheng Yan half squatted next to Jiang Muping, struggling to pinch his hair, his eyes fixed on the place where the hair overlapped, and suddenly found Jiang Muping's fingers moved.

Jiang Muping's breathing rate changed suddenly, and a warm air flow rushed to the rock's ear.Cheng Yan's fingers trembled in shock, he quickly turned his head, and his eyes met Jiang Muping's.

Jiang Muping's eyes were not focused, and he squinted slightly. He just looked at Chengyan without blinking, and his brows frowned slightly.

"... Chengyan?" Jiang Muping's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyebrows suddenly relaxed.

Jiang Muping sat up, and when he retracted his hands, his fingers were still entangled with the hair that Cheng Yan had pulled down.Jiang Muping put on his glasses, his eyes gradually became clear.

Cheng Yan quickly stood up, glanced awkwardly from the corner of the eye, and looked at the books on the bookshelf.

Jiang Muping glanced down at the hair around his ring finger, and looked up at him.

Cheng Yan coughed, walked over and pinched the hair off Jiang Muping's fingers, he pinched the hair in his hands and twisted it around, frankly lenient: "I want to order a pair of rings, just now... I was measuring your fingers Size, not doing weird things."

Jiang Muping suddenly stretched out his hand: "Don't you want to continue measuring?"

Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, the hair that he had pulled out just now had been crumpled into a ball, he wouldn't want to pull another hair out of his head in front of Jiang Muping.

"Is there any cotton thread here?" Chengyan took Jiang Muping's words seriously, "Pieces of paper are also fine."

Jiang Muping chuckled, and took his hand back: "I'm just kidding you."

"But I'm not joking with you." Cheng Yan answered, "Of course you need to prepare a ring when you get married."

"Why do you have to prepare in secret?"

This sentence stopped Cheng Yan from asking, and Jiang Muping continued to press him step by step: "Cheng Yan, you will make me think that you are preparing a marriage proposal."

Cheng Yan tightened his lips, took a deep breath without any trace, he swallowed, and said, "Isn't it possible?"

"Chengyan," Jiang Muping looked at him, as if he didn't understand why he was so nervous, and said softly, "I'm just joking."

"You joked a little too much today."

"You're angry?"

"No."

"Sorry." Jiang Muping walked over.

"I'm not mad at you."

Jiang Muping hummed: "Let's choose the ring together, how about the day after tomorrow? I've already found a designer."

Cheng Yan nodded, and asked again: "Don't you need me to propose to you?"

This question is a bit redundant and strange, but Cheng Yan felt that it was very romantic to ask. He had never been romantic to others before, so he wanted to try it out with Jiang Muping.

"I don't think I need it." Jiang Muping tactfully rejected his romance, and half-truthfully said: "But if I regret it in the future, can I make it up again?"

Cheng Yan lowered his head and smiled, and said, "I can't, I won't wait after the deadline."

It took a while before Cheng Yan remembered to ask Jiang Muping: "Why are you here?"

"Come here to check the information. There is no room for books in the study room of the old house. Many new books are here."

Cheng Yan looked around and found that the four walls of this study room were made of embedded book walls, and the walls were full of books.

The phone rang, it was Jiang Muping's cell phone, it was his mother calling.

Jiang Muping turned on the speakerphone, and Jiang's mother's voice echoed in the quiet study: "Mu Ping, I've checked with my husband, next Tuesday is a good day, you can discuss it with Xiaoyan, and go get the certificate? "

Jiang Muping said: "Xiaoyan is next to me, you tell him."

Mother Jiang was stunned, and smiled: "I'm really annoying...Xiaoyan, do you think it's okay? Are you free that day?"

"Well, I'm free."