classmate engagement

"Mom?" Jiang Muping was a little helpless, "We have our own way of getting along, can you give us some independent space?"

Jiang's mother was blocked by him, and she got a little anxious when encountering important events in the child's life.She knew that Jiang Muping married rashly, and she also knew in her heart that Jiang Muping and Cheng Yan must have no relationship foundation, but the marriage is over, so she can only hope that Jiang Muping will get married first and then fall in love.

You can't live your whole life without feelings, right?

She hoped that when she left, her child would be accompanied by someone until they grow old, but that didn't mean she wanted Jiang Muping to find someone he didn't love.

Cheng Yan,? She likes it very much, and she also hopes that he and Jiang Muping can have a mutual relationship.But now they have been married for more than a month, and the two of them still sleep in separate rooms. There is no progress in their relationship at all.

This is not finding a husband, this is finding a roommate.

Even if two adult male cats are kept together for a month, the cats should fall in love.

Jiang's mother calmed down for a while, and simply asked: "How long will this way of getting along with you last?"

Jiang Muping laughed: "What do you want me to say?"

Mother Jiang frowned, remained silent, and her mood was not clear.It’s fine if she’s just the kind of strong mother who says nothing. She can also use family affection to put pressure on Jiang Muping, but her philosophy of life and the outlook on life that she passed on to Jiang Muping since she was a child are all reminding her: don’t try Kidnapping anyone with love is the cruelest thing.

Mother Jiang thought about it again and again, she figured it out, she sighed softly: "Understood, I won't interfere with you, just let it be."

Cheng Yan is a little soft-hearted,? He always can't see the old man's lost look.

Jiang Muping has his mother's genes, and the compassion in their genes is the same.

He glanced at Jiang Muping, and Jiang Muping said to Jiang's mother: "Didn't you plausibly teach me not to sleep in separate rooms just now, and you figured it out so quickly?"

Mother Jiang raised her chopsticks and signaled him to shut up, "Don't talk to me now, I don't want to talk to you."

In fact, Jiang Muping didn't want to disobey the old lady, but he had to consider Cheng Yan's thoughts.

Mother Jiang stopped talking and continued to eat, as if nothing had happened just now, with a dignified posture and a calm expression.Jiang Muping's phone vibrated, and a message popped up on the screen, from Chengyan.

-Would you like to change the way we get along now?

Jiang Muping replied to him: willing at any time.

Seeing Jiang Muping's reply, Cheng Yan put the phone in his pocket.He said to Jiang's mother, "Mom, we listen to you."

Mother Jiang raised her eyes.

"I won't sleep in separate rooms from now on."

"Xiaoyan, you don't have to worry about me, I was a little impatient just now."

"No, I think what you said makes sense," Cheng Yan paused, "and I don't want to divorce Professor Jiang either."

Jiang's mother finally showed a smile, and picked up a lot of dishes for Cheng Yan, like rewarding a good boy, "Why do you still call him Professor Jiang, it sounds like a lot of food."

"……I am used to it."

Cheng Yan felt that being called a professor was not unreasonable, on the contrary, it was a bit vaguely interesting.He doesn't call Jiang Muping's name very much, and calling "Professor Jiang" is actually a bit deliberate, especially after marrying Jiang Muping.

After dinner, Mother Jiang asked Cheng Yan and Jiang Muping to stay at home.

The practice of sharing the same bed seems to have to accept the results on the spot.

Cheng Yan's smile froze on his face: "...No need, it's such a trouble, I didn't even bring a change of clothes."

"Wear Muping, underwear and pajamas." Mother Jiang smiled kindly, "You can sleep in his room, his room is big, and the bed is also big."

Jiang Muping heard Mother Jiang tell him: "I'll find some clothes for Cheng Yan later."

"My clothes are too big for him to wear."

"Winter clothes should be bigger if they are bigger, and wear more autumn clothes inside."

Cheng Yan has always preferred demeanor over temperature, he is so stinky, and never wears more than three pieces of clothes in winter, he laughed dryly: "Mom, I don't wear autumn clothes."

"Why don't you wear autumn clothes this day?"

"I'm not cold."

"I still have to wear it, otherwise when I get old, I will be full of diseases."

"……Um."

After clearing the dining table, Jiang Muping was called aside by Jiang's mother alone, and the two of them stayed in the kitchen. Jiang's mother watched Jiang Muping wash the dishes, and Cheng Yan watched TV in the outer hall.

Jiang Muping saw that she had something to ask, so he washed the dishes slowly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I want to ask you some personal questions."

Jiang Muping smiled: "How private?"

"You..." Mother Jiang considered her words and lowered her voice, "Have you ever been intimate with Xiaoyan since you got married?"

"What kind of intimacy do you mean?"

In fact, the relationship between Jiang Muping and Chengyan is not estranged, they are often ambiguous, have had skin-to-skin contact many times, and even touched each other's lips, they advance and retreat in a moderate manner, maintaining a close distance.

Most of them were initiated by Jiang Muping. He took the initiative to be ambiguous, touched Cheng Yan's body, and said some specious and ambiguous words.

Jiang Muping believes that all intimacy within the marriage relationship is normal.

It is precisely because Cheng Yan is his husband that he feels that his ambiguous behavior towards Cheng Yan is a matter of course, as long as Cheng Yan is not offended.

"It's all kinds of intimacy," Jiang's mother said, "it's not like you haven't even held hands before, right?"

This one really didn't.

Jiang Muping said truthfully, "I never did."

As if struck by lightning, Jiang's mother couldn't help asking: "So what are you guys doing for marriage? Your father and I didn't put a knife on your neck, did we?"

"We kissed." Jiang Muping used a romantic and elegant expression, but it was not accurate.

He just touched Chengyan's lips under the instruction of the photographer.

But Jiang's mother was coaxed by his words, and when her mood fell, she immediately beamed with joy: "Isn't this very good. I thought you two didn't even dare to hold hands. It's a marriage, so let's talk about it." people joke."

"It's just that I touched my mouth when I was taking a photo." Jiang Muping poured cold water down the next second, "The photographer asked me to kiss."

Mother Jiang had nothing to say, she walked over and pushed Jiang Muping away, took the bowl in his hand and continued to wipe, she drove Jiang Muping out: "Go find clothes for Xiaoyan."

Jiang Muping's room is in the side room on the west side, the room is very big, the bed is next to the window, and all the furniture in the room are old-fashioned, simple and exquisite, very textured.

The room is very clean, the furniture is spotless, and even the windows are very bright. It should be cleaned frequently.

There are bookshelves in this room, not too big, full of books, some of which are very brand new, but there are also a few old and yellowed ones.

Jiang Muping's pajamas and underwear are one size larger than Cheng Yan's, and they are loose and loose. When Cheng Yan changed his underwear, he hesitated whether to put them in neutral, but after thinking for a while, he put them on.

When Cheng Yan was lying on the bed, Jiang Muping took a shower in another bathroom, and after entering the door, he casually picked up a book from the bookshelf.

Cheng Yan stepped aside, and Jiang Muping stood beside the bed with a book for a while.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yan shrank half of his face under the quilt.

"You can still regret it now," Jiang Muping picked up the glasses on the bedside table, put them on and sat by the bed, "A Yan, I don't accept capricious attitudes, if you feel uncomfortable later, I don't mind will get out of bed."

"When the time comes you kick me out of bed."

"Then you can only sleep in Li Sizhi's room."

"You really want to drive me away?" Cheng Yan laughed.

"Just kidding." Jiang Muping lifted the quilt and lay down in it. The quilt was stained with diagenetic body temperature and was very warm.

There was a little distance between them, and Cheng Yan leaned against the window against the wall, playing a single-player game with his mobile phone.Jiang Muping sat on the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and opened the book.

He read two pages intently, and suddenly felt a heat approaching, mixed with the scent of shampoo.

Jiang Muping glanced sideways, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught Cheng Yan's head poking over.He caught a glimpse of Chengyan staring at the pages of the book, and frowning slightly in a daze for a moment.

Jiang Muping put his finger in the middle of the book and tapped it twice. Cheng Yan noticed his dazed look and turned his head to look at him.

"Did I bother you?" Cheng Yan asked in a low voice.

"No."

It was because he was not concentrating, and he lost his mind when he felt a little diagenetic sound.

Cheng Yan looked at the content of the book with great interest. Although his English was only at the high school level, he could still see that the book was not printed in English.

"What is this? Isn't it English?"

"Latin." Jiang Muping said.

"You can read Latin?"

"Learned for a while."

Cheng Yan didn't want to disturb Jiang Muping's reading, so he turned around, plugged in the wireless earphones, and continued playing with his phone.

Jiang Muping is not very interested in reading today. He just reflexively pulls a book from the shelf to read before going to bed. This is a habit he has developed since he was a child, and it is engraved in his body's memory.

Jiang Muping felt a little restless after reading it for a while. He hadn't read Latin for a long time, and his mind was distracted after reading two lines.And when Cheng Yan next to him shrank under the quilt, his head would inadvertently rub against Jiang Muping's bare wrists, and the tips of his hair rubbed against the raised veins on the back of his hands, which made him unable to concentrate at all.

Jiang Muping didn't want to read it, so he put the book on the bedside table.

"What are you playing?" Jiang Muping looked at the back of Chengyan's head and asked.

Diagene didn't respond, probably because he was wearing headphones and didn't hear it.He was so focused on playing that he didn't even notice Jiang Muping's face approaching him.

Until Cheng Yan felt his ears itchy.

He turned his head and took a look, the earlobe touched Jiang Muping's lips, and slipped past the corner of his lips.

Jiang Muping looked down at him.

Cheng Yan took off his earphones, "Don't you watch?"

"what are you playing?"

"Play casually," Cheng Yan held an earphone in his hand, "Grow vegetables."

"Is it fun?"

"It's okay, pass the time." Chengyan's body was a little hot, and Jiang Muping's approach gathered the heat from the quilt, wrapping them.

"Do you want to play? It's quite interesting." Chengyan's voice became hoarse inexplicably, even lower than usual. He has a beautiful face with a childlike face, but he has a smoky voice that doesn't match it.

The contrast is strong, and there's a weird sexiness to it.

"Has your voice always been like this?"

During adolescence, Chengyan developed later than his peers. Jiang Muping remembered that in high school, boys of the same age all returned to normal voice, but Chengyan still had that kind of hoarse voice, which may be because the voice change period has not yet passed.

At that time, Cheng Yan seldom spoke, and Jiang Muping was very impressed with his cold and hoarse voice every time he spoke.

"Smoking was bad when I was in high school," Cheng Yan said.

"You haven't changed your voice at that time, have you?"

Cheng Yan was taken aback: "How do you know?"

"Smoking during the voice-changing period won't hurt your voice."

"Professor Jiang, why is your memory so good?"

How much do you remember about me in the high school days that passed by?

Jiang's father came back very late. In the evening, a major traffic accident occurred on Jinxing Road. The hospital was caught off guard. The emergency department was overwhelmed.

Jiang's father saw that the light in the west side room was on, and asked Jiang's mother, "Mu Ping is back?"

As he said that he was walking towards the side room, Mother Jiang hurriedly stopped him: "Xiaoyan is here too, and he is asleep in Mu Ping's room."

"Why are they sleeping here together?" Father Jiang was puzzled, "I really don't treat us as outsiders."

"What you said...Jiang Muping is not your son."

Jiang's father gave a deep laugh: "I mean, the two of us have become light bulbs."

"I'm returning the light bulb," said Jiang's mother, annoyed. "Today is the first time they've shared the same bed."

Father Jiang didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

Mother Jiang lowered her voice: "They have been sleeping in separate rooms since they got married. Do you know that they never slept together at all?"

Jiang's father frowned slightly, his expression became deep.

He was silent for a moment, then threw the blood-stained shirt into the clothes basket in the yard, and said coldly, "I don't know what you're doing with this marriage."

In the room, Cheng Yan taught Jiang Muping how to play games, how to fish, and how to steal vegetables.

Jiang Muping was having fun, but Chengyan was a little sleepy, squinting his eyes and yawning.

"Sleepy?" Jiang Muping asked him.

"This game is too boring." Cheng Yan said moodily.

"Just said it was interesting."

"It's boring if you play too much." Cheng Yan propped his head and smiled in a daze. "I didn't expect Professor Jiang to be deeply involved."

Jiang Muping turned off the screen and turned off the bedside lamp.

After the headlights were also turned off, the room was plunged into darkness. Cheng Yan's hand gently stroked the edge of the window sill, trying to find traces of Jiang Muping's youth from the bricks and tiles.

"Professor Jiang." Cheng Yan called Jiang Muping in that hoarse voice.

Jiang Muping hummed.

"Did you live here as a child?"

"Ah."

"When we met, too?"

"Yes."

"Do you still play the piano?"

Jiang Muping turned his head slightly, and the moonlight outside the window fell on the tip of Chengyan's nose.

"It's been a long time since I played it."

Cheng Yan didn't speak, and looked at the ceiling with his eyes open.

"Chengyan, where were you at that time?"

Cheng Yan turned his head: "I went to another city."

"where?"

"I don't remember, I've been there a lot." Cheng Yan turned over and faced Jiang Muping, "After going around for a while, I returned to this city."

They were silent for a long time, Chengyan broke the silence, he leaned forward, and a sleepy voice rang in Jiang Muping's ear.

"Jiang Muping," Cheng Yan rarely called his name, "do you want to see my tattoo?"

"Aren't you afraid that you're familiar again?" Jiang Muping said with a faint smile.

Diagenesis didn't respond: "What?"

Jiang Muping raised his hand and rested his palm on the back of his neck, "I just wash your underwear for you, it's like you have an allergy. It's so red."

"Your neck seems to get red easily."

"Physical reasons." Cheng Yan subconsciously glanced at his hands, he also felt strange, last time even his fingers were red.

How could there be such a strong reaction?

If he really has such a sensitive physique, if Jiang Muping were to see his tattoos, wouldn't he be completely familiar?

In a daze, Jiang Muping's hand suddenly pressed onto the side of Cheng Yan's leg, and Cheng Yan shivered for a moment, and heat rose from the side of his leg, which spread to Jiang Muping's palm through his pajama pants.

Jiang Muping guessed that his neck must be red.

"I," Cheng Yan hurriedly defended, "I'm a conditioned reflex."

"I'll turn on the light, you see?" Jiang Muping said deliberately.

Cheng Yan pressed his hand, "You teacher is really bad."

Chengyan's whole body is hot, and the palm of his hand is also very hot. This may really be due to his constitution.Cheng Yan is not the kind of person who is particularly shy. Sometimes he would call Jiang Muping "Baby" when he was happy. It is impossible for a shy person to blurt out such an affectionate name.

Even Jiang Muping never called him that.

Countless times of skin-to-skin contact, they are creating ambiguity again, you get an inch, I get an inch.

Cheng Yan's hand covered Jiang Muping's, and Jiang Muping turned his palm over and held Cheng Yan's hand.

Diagene's fingertips rubbed gently between his fingers.

"Do you want to hold my hand?" Jiang Muping asked Chengyan.

Cheng Yan hummed, and slipped his fingers into Jiang Muping's.

Jiang Muping held his hand and intersected his fingers.The rings of the ring fingers are pressed between each other's fingers, and it feels cold to the touch.

Jiang Muping didn't see Chengyan's tattoo, but they held hands for the first time since their marriage.

The next day, Chengyan wore Jiang Muping's clothes, a down jacket he wore in college. The style was not outdated, but the size was a little too big for Chengyan.

This dress is the smallest size of all Jiang Muping's clothes. Jiang Muping was still very thin when he was in college. The size of this dress was already too big. Now it can be worn by Jiang Muping, but it doesn't fit well. .

It cost a lot of money when I bought it, and it was well maintained, so Mother Jiang has kept it until now.

This down jacket is pure white, revealing a pure feeling.

Cheng Yan suddenly wanted to know what Jiang Muping was like in college.

Jiang Muping came here by subway last night, and Cheng Yan drove him to school early in the morning.Cheng Yan parked the car under the office building, Jiang Muping got out of the car, stood in front of the car window to say goodbye to Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan pressed the car window, and held back what he didn't say at Jiang Muping's parents' house until now:

"Isn't this dress very pure when you were in college?"

Jiang Muping snorted and didn't speak.

"Morning, Professor Jiang." A teacher behind him greeted Jiang Muping.

Jiang Muping turned around, "Morning."

The teacher glanced into the car and thought Cheng Yan was a student. "Professor Jiang, is this your student? Students are not allowed to park here," she said to Cheng Yan, "Student, drive away quickly, this is a special parking place for teachers."

"Ms. Li, he is not a student." Jiang Muping explained, "He is my husband who sent me to school."

Teacher Li was obviously stunned for a moment: "Are you married?"

"Yes."

"So suddenly? I haven't heard that you are in love."

"Flash marriage." Jiang Muping said briefly.

"Parents decide?"

"It's up to you."

"Very good, congratulations, happy wedding."

"Thank you."

Teacher Li exchanged a few words with Jiang Muping and left, and the two continued the topic just now.

"You liked to wear white very much when you were in high school," Cheng Yan said.

"My mother likes it, and she bought it for me."

Chengyan remembered that Jiang Muping's current wardrobe had basically no white clothes except for shirts.

"You look good in white."

Jiang Muping's white can be pure or sexy.

The work efficiency of Yunlan Photography Studio was very high, and it didn't take long to notify Jiang Muping to get the wedding photos.When the negatives were shot, Jiang Muping and Cheng Yan discussed with the photography studio and selected the photos to be made into a photo album. Among all the photos, the one with the most satisfactory effect was the one of Jiang Muping squatting on the wall smoking a cigarette, bowing his head. Look at the photo of diagenesis.

The two agreed to frame the photo into a photo frame. Jiang Muping found an installer and hung the photo in the living room.

Recently, after Shao Yuandong's work in China was settled, he contacted Jiang Muping more frequently, and even called Jiang Muping to say that he would come to his house as a guest.

"No one entertains you." Jiang Muping said without emotion.

"Don't be too ruthless." Shao Yuandong complained, "I just want to see your new home and our old classmates by the way. Jan, don't tell Chengyan who I am, I'll see how soon he can recognize me, you will Say I'm your friend."

Shao Yuandong made an appointment with Jiang Muping, Jiang Muping went home and told Cheng Yan, and then sold Shao Yuandong.

"It's our high school classmate."

"Who?"

"Shao Yuandong."

Cheng Yan looked puzzled, as if he had no impression of this person.

"Can not remember?"

Cheng Yan shook his head.

Don't remember it, it's not a pleasant memory anyway.Shao Yuandong did not get along with Cheng Yan in high school, Cheng Yan was taciturn and gloomy, had good academic performance but was full of thorns that strangers should not approach.Although he has no sense of presence in the class, he is secretly loved by many girls because he is really good-looking.

Shao Yuandong was still an incomprehensible second-generation ancestor back then, and he was not pleasing to the eye on the first day he transferred from Chengyan, because he had troubled Chengyan because of the girl he liked.

Cheng Yan didn't know that the guest at the house was an enemy, and he bought some new flowers to decorate the house the day before.

Shao Yuandong hadn't eaten domestic hot pot for a long time, so he specified that he wanted to eat a family hot pot.

Tian Chengyan came back late this day and was still doing tattoos for people in the studio. Shao Yuandong first went to his home to meet Jiang Muping.

The wedding photos in the living room caught Shao Yuandong's eyes.

"This photo is pretty cool." Shao Yuandong approached and took a closer look, "I don't think Chengyan has changed much, he never looks old."

Shao Yuandong turned his head and said, "Are you two quite lively, and you still take this kind of artistic photos?"

"This is a wedding photo."

"Wedding photo?" Shao Yuandong was a little surprised.

It was the first time he saw someone smoking in a wedding photo.

Shao Yuandong suddenly remembered something: "I remember your dad doesn't like other people smoking, you put the photo so big and hang it in the living room, isn't it afraid that he will smoke you to death if he sees it?

"Professor Jiang, you're rebellious enough. I learned from your wife badly."