classmate engagement

Cheng Yan was stunned for a while, the moment Jiang Muping finished speaking, he almost really thought that he was just expressing his opinion seriously, thinking that flowery arms are sexier than flowery backs.

But Cheng Yan quickly recalled it,? The corners of his mouth curled up, but he pretended not to understand Jiang Muping's meaning.

"Do you think the flower arm looks good?" Cheng Yan asked.

Jiang Muping didn't seem to notice that Yan Yan was pretending to be slow,? But he didn't show his jealousy obviously, either? He turned his head and asked naturally: "What do you think?"

"I think they are all the same,? It depends on how the tattoo is."

Jiang Muping hummed, and said, "Mom asked when we would go back."

"How about the third grade?"

"Row."

The two turned around and entered the room. He Xuan had already finished smoking a cigarette, with his arms resting on the armrest of the sofa, and his light-colored eyes looked at them without any emotion.His facial features are very three-dimensional. His lips are thin and his eye sockets are deep. Although his complexion is fair, his temperament is particularly tough.His hair color is not as light as his pupil color,? It is Asian hair color, black and cut very short.

He Xuan's face is a bit fierce, so when he looks at people with no expression on his face, it will make people feel an inexplicable pressure.

It was the first time for Jiang Muping to observe a person's appearance in such detail, including the striped and patterned arm that the person was resting on the armrest.

He Xuan's tightly pursed lips twitched suddenly, and there seemed to be no smile at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Jiang Muping, and asked, "Do you like flower arms?"

He Xuan's eyes and smile seemed a bit ambiguous, Jiang Muping guessed that he should have noticed something, these words seemed to be teasing him.

Cheng Yan glanced at He Xuan, "Did you hear what we said?"

He Xuan nodded: "Doesn't your husband think flowery arms are more sexy than flowery backs? You can get one if you like. I'm free these two days."

Chengyan didn't see that He Xuan was teasing Jiang Muping, so he took his words seriously, and refused: "He won't do it, he's a teacher, he'll just go back to school with a flower arm and get laid off."

Jiang Muping tilted his head and smiled.

Cheng Yan leaned close to his ear, and smiled in a low voice: "What are you laughing at, do you really want tattoos?"

Jiang Muping shook his head: "How can laid-off workers afford you?"

Cheng Yan smiled so hard that his eyes rolled up.

Zhao Qingliang came out of the room, and then they said, "If it's the teacher, it's fine to get tattooed in another place. Legs, crotch, waist, chest, where can't be tattooed."

Speaking of the legs, Jiang Muping suddenly thought of the tattoo on Cheng Yan's legs, which he had never seen before.He Xuan may have seen it before. He is Cheng Yan's master. Maybe he was still guiding him when Cheng Yan was practicing with himself.

Zhao Qingliang went straight to the front desk to have a look, and asked He Xuan: "Master, where is the red couplet I bought earlier? Did you throw it away for me?"

"Storage Room."

"Why do you put it in the storage room? It will be crumpled later." Zhao Qingliang said and walked towards the storage room.

Cheng Yan raised his arm and glanced at his watch, "Isn't it New Year's Eve today, why don't you go home from get off work to celebrate the New Year?"

"Not a year."

Cheng Yan was taken aback.

"It's boring to be alone." He Xuan said again.

Cheng Yan realized something, hesitated for a while, and asked, "...how is Auntie doing?"

"gone."

The very plain words pressed against the chest of the diagenetic rock like a boulder.Long before Chengyan knew He Xuan, He Xuan's father passed away, and Chengyan only met his mother, and his mother treated Chengyan very well.

"What's going on? Physical reasons?"

He Xuan hummed.

Cheng Yan said: "It's not that one cannot celebrate the New Year alone, I spend it alone every year."

Zhao Qingliang walked over with a few red couplets, "He just can't celebrate the New Year alone, and his classmates are not here, so how can he be in the mood to celebrate the New Year? His old heart has flown to Beicheng."

"To classmate? Who is it?"

Zhao Qingliang smiled: "This is my master's privacy, so I can't disclose it."

Zhao Qingliang put the red couplets in front of He Xuan, took the pen and ink that he had prepared in advance, and said to He Xuan: "It was agreed before, write a few Spring Festival couplets, write them now, and I will post them at the door after finishing."

He Xuan's soft pen calligraphy is not very professional, but his personal style is very strong.Seeing Jiang Muping looking at the words on the red couplet with concentration, Chengyan asked him, "Can you also write calligraphy?"

Jiang Muping hummed.

He Xuan heard the words, and raised the hand holding the brush to Jiang Muping, "Write two strokes?"

Jiang Muping didn't refuse, He Xuan gave him the unwritten red couplet, and handed him the brush.Zhao Qingliang found all the couplets on the Internet, and he also found a pair for Jiang Muping, and put the phone in front of him.

Cheng Yan felt a little funny: "They are all sentences picked from the Internet, you might as well just buy a ready-made pair."

"My master can't make originals, so he can only pick up ready-made ones."

Jiang Muping's soft brush calligraphy is very beautiful, and it can be seen from the posture of the brush that it is professional.He hasn't written for a long time, he is a little unfamiliar, and he has an inexplicable comparison mentality. His mentality is not very stable, and he uses too much force when writing.

Jiang Muping felt dissatisfied with himself, but laymen couldn't see the flaws.

"Beautiful." Zhao Qingliang praised sincerely, "After all, she is a teacher of the people."

It's getting late, Chengyan and Jiang Muping are ready to go home.

Before leaving, He Xuan asked them, "How long will you stay here?"

"Go on the third day of junior high school," Cheng Yan said.

"I'm in a hurry today, let's have a drink together in two days, please."

"it is good."

When he was leaving, He Xuan handed him the couplet written by Jiang Muping, "Let's hang the couplet written by ourselves in our own home.

"I won't send it off, you go slowly."

Cheng Yan and Jiang Muping walked out and heard Zhao Qingliang urging from behind: "Master, quickly post our own Spring Festival couplets. I will post them, and you can help me read them."

Cheng Yan looked back occasionally and saw He Xuan pressing the Spring Festival couplets on the door panel, and Zhao Qingliang standing behind him, pointing to the door to show him the appropriate location.He Xuan's studio has a very light New Year's atmosphere, and the red Spring Festival couplets have been pasted to make a slight change.

He Xuan's back is tall and tall, but he is not lonely. Ten years later, he is still the cool guy who was indifferent. It's just that there are many fewer people around him. It seems that even indifferent has found a corresponding reason.

After finding a parking place, Jiang Muping opened the driver's door and said, "Let me drive."

"Okay." Cheng Yan sat in the passenger seat, holding the couplets written by Jiang Muping in his hand.

On the way, Jiang Muping asked, "Is your master a mixed blood?"

"Yes, his father is from Russia." Chengyan's expression was not as relaxed as before, and when he thought of He Xuanyun's calm statement that he had been in prison, his heavy emotions came up again.

For some things, it may only take a minute or two to say it, but it may take a few years or even longer to reflect it into reality.

"When did you meet?"

Cheng Yan thought for a moment, and said, "I don't remember exactly when, I should have nodded in my twenties."

"Deep feelings?"

"I can't tell how deep it is now. I haven't seen or contacted him for many years."

Jiang Muping picked the key point from Cheng Yan's words: "It used to be deep."

"It didn't go that deep before." Chengyan seemed to be joking, he recalled the past, and finally a smile appeared on his face, "We both have bad tempers, and once we almost got into a fight, he pinched my little finger and broke it Now, do you think this feeling can be deep..."

Jiang Mu listened calmly, Chengyan didn't want to mention He Xuan's imprisonment, but his mood was affected to some extent.He unconsciously told about He Xuan and his life fragments, and the back and forth topics were always inseparable from him.

"Don't look at him as a gangster, but he is actually a graduate of a prestigious school of fine arts, a man of culture."

Cheng Yan learned tattooing in order to make money to support his younger brother, unlike He Xuan, who got tattoos purely because he liked it.

"He is very skilled, and the design alone has surpassed me by a large margin. Even now, I can't compare with him."

"You admire him very much." Jiang Muping said in that statement tone.

Cheng Yan turned his head to look at him, then turned his head, looked at the front and smiled silently: "Where did Professor Jiang draw his conclusion?"

Jiang Muping didn't speak.

"I met someone I admired when I was 17 years old, and I have only admired one person at this age."

"Who do you say, Professor?"