classmate engagement

In his early years, Cheng Yan was busy making money so he never fell in love. At that time, he only had work and his younger brother in his eyes. Although there were many people who pursued him, he was always tired of dealing with those people and falling into an intimate relationship.

But Chengyan couldn't think of the reason why Jiang Muping had been single for so long.

Jiang Muping is so good.

The photographer was preparing equipment and lighting, Cheng Yan was leaning on the podium holding a thermos cup, Jiang Muping was sitting in the student's seat, and the makeup artist was touching up his makeup.

The classroom is empty, and it is a rented space from the photography studio.

Luckily for them, it was also sunny this weekend. The sun shone through the windows and the classrooms were well lit.

Jiang Muping closed his eyes, and the sun shone from his side, plating a layer of soft gold on the bridge of his nose and eyebrows.

Jiang Muping opened his eyes, and lightly cast his gaze in the direction of diagenetic rock.

Cheng Yan was dressed as a teenager, with his tie slightly tilted to one side.

After Jiang Muping finished his makeup, the photographer adjusted the equipment almost. He began to instruct Jiang Muping and Cheng Yan how to pose, and he also told them that he wanted to capture the atmosphere of pure desire and half.

Following the photographer's instructions, Jiang Muping placed the diagenetic circle between himself and the podium. He put his hands on the podium and looked down at the diagenetic rock.

"Two kiss." The photographer said suddenly.

Both Jiang Muping and Cheng Yan were stunned.

"That's fine too." Cheng Yan said first, "Didn't you kiss the group that was shooting the street before?"

"That group is originally a cool guy style, Mr. Cheng, with a different style," the photographer laughed, "Look who doesn't kiss when taking wedding photos, there is a teacher-student relationship movie in Japan you Have you seen it? People are hiding under the podium and kissing on the mouth, the atmosphere is better."

Jiang Muping laughed dumbfounded, deliberately teasing Chengyan: "Why don't we try it too?"

Cheng Yan's ears began to burn, and Jiang Muping wrapped him in his arms, and Jiang Muping's smell lingered on his body. He smiled: "I am married to you, not having an affair."

Jiang Muping casually tugged on his crooked tie, "We were just role-playing. Do you think we're having an affair now, classmate Cheng?"

Jiang Muping's voice was so low that only he and Cheng Yan could hear it.

"Give me a kiss," the photographer still asked, "Mr. Jiang is closer to Mr. Cheng, hip bone to hip bone."

Cheng Yan was slandering why the photographer had such a big scale of thinking, Jiang Muping had already leaned over according to what he said, his face was very close to Cheng Yan, and his breath was entwined with that of Cheng Yan.Their noses touched and their lips were separated by a very close distance, but they did not touch.

"Kiss." The photographer's tone was a little anxious, and he was urging.

Jiang Muping didn't care about the photographer's urging, his expression was calm, as if he would kiss if he wanted to, and he wouldn't kiss if he didn't want to.

I don't know if Jiang Muping hoped that the effect of this group of photos would be better, but when Chengyan thought that Jiang Muping would never kiss, Jiang Muping suddenly asked, "Can I kiss?"

Cheng Yan's Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and looked up at him.

After a while, Cheng Yan hummed lightly.

With Chengyan's permission, Jiang Muping tilted his head and lightly touched his lips.

Cheng Yan involuntarily held his waist, but forgot to close his eyes.

The shutter of the camera clicked, and Jiang Muping stayed on Cheng Yan's lips for a while until the photographer called to stop.

Jiang Muping left Chengyan's lips, taking away a little breath from his lips.

Cheng Yan looked up at him, his eyes trembling slightly.

The shoot went on for a day, and the photographer only asked them to kiss once.

The kiss that could not be called a kiss ended too quickly, and Chengyan didn't feel it. He only remembered that Jiang Muping's lips were cold and his body smelled good.

After returning home that day, Cheng Yan stayed in the bathroom for a while with his bare legs after taking a shower. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, slightly spread his legs, and glanced at the heels of his legs.

In fact, the tattoo there is not one eye, but half of it.

At that time, he was in so much pain that he couldn't hold on after half of the tattoo, and he didn't finish the tattoo at the end of his eyes.

That eye is missing.

Cheng Yan doesn't like leaving marks on his body, but he couldn't find anyone to practice for the first time, so he could only try it on his own skin. He didn't want to leave a tattoo where he could see it, so he chose a hidden part.

Splashed water from words spoken.

Cheng Yan was thinking, what kind of opportunity should he find to show Jiang Muping such a shameful part.

"A Yan."

Cheng Yan stayed in the bathroom for too long, he heard Jiang Muping calling him outside.

"You've been in there for a long time, what's wrong?"

"It's okay," Cheng Yan replied, "I'll be right out."

Jiang Muping walked to the study, and glanced at Cheng Yan who came out of the bathroom.

"You still have to work?" Cheng Yan asked.

"Well, you go to bed first."

Jiang Muping's words gave Chengyan the illusion that he would go back to the master bedroom to sleep at night, but Chengyan stayed up until midnight, half asleep and half awake, and didn't hear any knocking on the door.

It was dawn in a blink of an eye, and Cheng Yan woke up early.

Since marrying Jiang Muping, his work and rest schedule has become very strange. He still goes to bed very late at night, but wakes up very early in the morning.

Cheng Yan went to the bathroom to wash up, then put yesterday's change of clothes into the clothes basket, and carried the clothes basket to the balcony to wash clothes.

The doorbell rang, and Cheng Yan put down the clothes basket and went to open the door.

Jiang Muping's mother came.

Cheng Yan almost blurted out "Auntie" again, he paused, and called out: "Mom."

"Hey."

Cheng Yan brought Jiang Mu a pair of clean slippers.

"It's quite early," Mother Jiang put on her slippers, walked in with a lunch box, smiling, "I brought you breakfast."

"Why did you come here?"

"I haven't been here since you got married. I'm resting today and I specially made breakfast for you." Mother Jiang glanced around and saw that the vases were filled with bright bouquets, and she smiled even more, " There are also flowers on display, did you buy them?"

"Ah."

"It looks good." Mother Jiang carried the breakfast into the kitchen, "You are better at living than Mu Ping."

"Mu Ping is still up?"

"He seems to have no class this morning."

Jiang's mother took out the breakfast from the lunch box, divided it into plates, turned her head to look at Chengyan, and asked, "Did you go to take wedding photos yesterday?"

"Correct."

Mother Jiang smiled gratifiedly: "Very good. When will the photos come out?"

"I don't know, I have to wait for the notification from over there."

"Remember to show me then."

"Ah."

Cheng Yan walked into the kitchen and wanted to help, Mother Jiang waved her hand: "It's all ready-made, I'll make it at home, I don't need your help, I'll do it myself. Go and wake Mu Ping up."

"It's still early."

"Breakfast should be cold in a while." Mother Jiang took two pairs of chopsticks, "It's okay, don't feel sorry for him. It is our family's rule to eat breakfast on time, and he used to come here like this."

Jiang's family's educational philosophy should be about relaxation and restraint. Cheng Yan originally thought that Jiang Muping grew up with infinite love, but he didn't realize that his parents were quite strict with him.

Usually, Jiang Muping hadn't woken up at this time, and Cheng Yan didn't want to wake him up so early, so he said to Jiang's mother, "Mom, there is no class this morning anyway, so you can let him sleep for a while."

Mother Jiang laughed: "Okay, let him sleep. Come on, you eat first."

"I'm going to do the laundry first."

As Cheng Yan said, he walked to the balcony, took out the dirty clothes from the clothes basket and threw them into the washing bucket one by one, when Mother Jiang came over at some point, and said "Hey".

Cheng Yan stopped moving his hands and turned his head.

"Put Mu Ping's underwear aside for him," Jiang's mother said, "Don't wash them in the washing machine."

Cheng Yan was stunned and didn't move.

"He never puts his underwear in the washing machine, you put it aside for him and let him wash it by himself."

Chengyan was holding Jiang Muping's underwear in his hand, he was a little dazed, and looked down at the black shame cloth.

Usually, he and Jiang Muping wash clothes alternately, and whoever sees them will wash them, but Jiang Muping seems to wash them more often than him. Today seems to be his fourth time doing laundry.

Jiang Muping washed his clothes so many times, did he pick out his underwear and wash them by hand every time?

While Cheng Yan was in a daze, the door of the guest room suddenly opened.

Cheng Yan and Jiang Mu turned around, under their gaze, Jiang Muping walked out of the guest room with his eyes narrowed.

Jiang Muping's glasses were left in the guest room. He squinted his eyes and glanced at Jiang's mother. When he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse: "Mom?"

Mother Jiang's expression changed rapidly, she was a little dazed at first, and then pulled her face down.

Jiang Muping went back to the room to get his glasses, and when he came out, he saw Chengyan was putting clothes into the washing machine, so he walked over and said, "Leave the underwear, I will wash it by hand later."

"Your ones are already in the basin for you." Cheng Yan said.

"And yours." Jiang Muping said naturally, "Take it out too."

Cheng Yan was stunned: "What?"

Jiang Muping was a little helpless, and finally remembered to remind Cheng Yan of this matter: "From now on, keep all your underwear, don't wash them in a washing machine, I'm not used to machine washing."

Cheng Yan has already thought of something: "...you usually wash my underwear by hand?"

"Ah."

The back of the neck of the diagenetic "teng" turned red.

He didn't know why he didn't feel too embarrassed when Jiang Muping touched his lips yesterday, but today when he heard Jiang Muping washing his underwear, he was so ashamed that he wanted to flee immediately.

It may be because there are elders present.

Mother Jiang didn't know when she suddenly fell silent and sat silently in the dining room.

"You..." Jiang Muping found that even his hands turned red, and his bony fingers had a faint blush. Seeing such a strong reaction, even he himself became a little embarrassed.He walked up to Chengyan and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Yan rubbed his face with the back of his hand, it was unbearably hot.

"I...don't know." Chengyan raised his eyes to look at Jiang Muping, "No one washed this for me."

"We're already married." Jiang Muping reminded, he raised his hand and touched the back of Cheng Yan's neck with his fingers, "We're almost ripe."

Diagene's cheeks were not very red, but a large area of ​​skin from the back of his neck to the base of his ears was red.

"Mu Ping." Mother Jiang called out, "Come over for breakfast."

Jiang Muping responded, "I'll go wash my face first."

After Jiang Muping left, Chengyan took out his and Jiang Muping's underwear and put them into a clean basin.

The blush on the back of the neck rises quickly and fades away quickly.

After Jiang Muping left, the heat on Cheng Yan's body gradually dissipated. He looked at his red fingers, was slightly startled, and then turned on the washing machine.

"Xiaoyan said you don't have class today, why don't you sleep more?"

At the dinner table, Mother Jiang asked Jiang Muping.

"Some materials have to be checked in the library, and I will go to school later."

Mother Jiang added some porridge to Chengyan and asked, "Is Xiaoyan resting today?"

"No rest," Cheng Yan took the porridge, "I'll go to the studio in a while."

Mother Jiang nodded, and asked again: "Are you free tonight? Come to my house for dinner."

"I have a guest at night, it should end a bit late, maybe I won't be able to go."

"It's okay, you are busy with your work." Mother Jiang looked at Jiang Muping, "Mu Ping, come here at night."

Jiang Muping hummed.

He didn't know if it was an illusion of Cheng Yan, but he always felt that Jiang Mu's interest was not high, and her mood was not as good as when she first entered the door.

"Mom, I'll try my best to come here at night." Cheng Yan said.

Jiang Muping didn't have a very peaceful meal at night. For some reason, Jiang's mother kept a straight face the whole time, and didn't give him a good look for a moment.

Fortunately, Cheng Yan didn't come over, otherwise the atmosphere would be so embarrassing.

Jiang Muping couldn't take it halfway through the meal, he put down his chopsticks and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Mother Jiang ate the food without saying a word.

Today it was just the two of them at home, Li Sizhi had gone abroad, and Jiang's father was still working overtime in the hospital.

"You had a gloomy face this morning. What's the matter? Tell me something."

Mother Jiang glanced at him: "What's wrong, you don't know?"

Jiang Muping really didn't know, he laughed and said, "I don't know."

Mother Jiang put down her chopsticks heavily, and lowered her voice: "What's the matter with you and Xiaoyan?"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Muping didn't know what to do.

"How did you come out of the guest room this morning?" Mother Jiang patted the table lightly, "How long have you two been married? It's been more than a month. You two have been sleeping in separate rooms?"

Jiang Muping picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat, humming.

Mother Jiang was suffocated by his indifference: "What's the reason?"

"We're not close enough to share a bed."

"Then why are you getting married?" Mother Jiang asked.

"Mom, you reacted too much."

Mother Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down, "Mu Ping, tell mom honestly, did you marry Xiaoyan just to deal with me and your father?"

Jiang Muping wanted to laugh a little: "If it was to deal with you, would I not get married until now?"

"I don't know what's going on between you and Xiaoyan. I don't care if you have feelings or not, but you are already married to him, Mu Ping," Jiang's mother said earnestly, educating her son, "You have to be responsible for your marriage, you know? ?Since you have established this marriage and formed a family with Cheng Yan, you have to be responsible to him as well as yourself. "

Jiang's mother's words made sense, Jiang Muping could not argue, and did not want to argue, he listened quietly to his mother's teachings.

"You can't sleep in separate rooms, you know?"

It turns out that mothers all over the world will become irrational and self-centered when facing major events in their children's lives.

Jiang Muping found that even his mother was not immune.

While speaking, there was a rush of footsteps outside.

"mom."

Cheng Yan finished his work ahead of schedule and hurried over to please the old lady, but he happened to bump into the muzzle of a gun.

Cheng Yan showed joy, but when he walked into the room, he found that the atmosphere was not right, his smile froze on his face: "Mom...?"

"Xiaoyan is here." Mother Jiang patted the seat beside her, "Come and sit next to Mom."

Cheng Yan sat down obediently.

"Didn't I tell you not to come here in a hurry?" Mother Jiang added a pair of bowls and chopsticks for him.

"I'll come over when I'm done." Chengyan glanced at Jiang Muping and found that he had a helpless expression, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"Xiaoyan."

"Hey." Cheng Yan turned to look at her.

"Don't you like staying with Mu Ping?"

Cheng Yan was a little confused about the situation, he glanced in Jiang Muping's direction, "No."

"Sleeping in separate beds is something only a divorced couple would do."

Cheng Yan was taken aback.

Jiang's mother, like Jiang's father, regarded Chengyan as her own family, so she would no longer be polite. In their eyes, Chengyan, like Jiang Muping, was a son they had to worry about half his life.

"Are you going to divorce Mu Ping?" Mother Jiang was aggressive.

Cheng Yan immediately shook his head.