classmate engagement

Cheng Yan walked up to Jiang Muping: "You...why are you here?"

"Li Sizhi asked me to come pick her up."

Cheng Yan turned his head and glanced out the window, seeing that the rain was getting heavier.

From this angle, Jiang Muping could see water droplets hanging from his chin, and the water droplets vibrated and dripped down with the movement of diagenetic turning his head.

Cheng Yan's face was still wet, Jiang Muping took out a beige handkerchief from his trousers pocket and handed it to Cheng Yan.

The color of Jiang Muping's handkerchief was the same color as his shirt, and at the same time, Cheng Yan found that Jiang Muping had changed into a tie, which was casual and matched his shirt today.

Cheng Yan was distracted for a moment and thought: How many different styles of ties does Jiang Muping have.

Cheng Yan stayed where he was, and it didn't matter whether he picked it up or not.

Perhaps for Jiang Muping, this was just a rare or even habitual act of kindness, but Chengyan felt a little ambiguous unilaterally.

Cheng Yan hesitated for a moment, thinking that if he didn't accept it, he would not be frank enough, so he stretched out his hand, trying to show a natural posture, and accepted it.

"Thank you." Cheng Yan patted his wet face with a handkerchief.

He squeezed the handkerchief in his hand, thinking whether to wash the handkerchief and return it to Jiang Muping, or buy a new one for him.

However, either approach seemed coy, so Diagene gradually got a little restless.

There are many large-format photos hanging on the walls of the studio. They are some tattoo designs with similar styles. It seems that they are made by the same person.

"Are these all your tattoos?" Jiang Muping asked Chengyan looking at the photos on the wall.

"Correct."

Chengyan's works have a clear personal style, with a lot of geometry and lines, and Jiang Muping found that Chengyan likes to use "water" as an element.Various forms of water can be seen in almost every work, which is relatively obscure and does not take up many pictures.

The sound of the tattoo machine running was endless, and Jiang Muping heard the daily life of the rock in this "buzzing" sound.

"Where's Li Sizhi?" Jiang Muping asked Chengyan.

Cheng Yan still held the handkerchief and said, "It's in my office."

While talking, Li Sizhi and her young friend came out of the workshop.

"Mu Ping." Li Sizhi called out.

Li Sizhi caught sight of the handkerchief in Chengyan's hand, smiled secretly, and remained silent.

The sound of rain outside the window became more and more intense, and Li Sizhi urged Jiang Muping to go home quickly.

Cheng Yan seemed to have something to say, he stopped Li Sizhi who was about to leave: "Teacher——"

"what happened?"

Cheng Yan hesitated for a while.Li Sizhi recently had an art exhibition in the center of Beicheng City. Chengyan wanted to see it, but he didn't get an invitation letter. He wanted to ask Li Sizhi if he could open a back door for him, but he felt embarrassed.In the end, he shook his head: "Nothing."

"Tell me something."

"It's okay, it's not a big deal."

Li Sizhi ran into the car holding the umbrella Cheng Yan gave her.

Jiang Muping said goodbye to Chengyan at the door, and the two stood under the eaves of the door. Jiang Muping stretched out his hand to Chengyan, asking him for his handkerchief back.

Cheng Yan held the handkerchief and refused to give it to him: "It's dirty, I'll buy a new one for you."

"No, I like to use the old one."

Cheng Yan didn't want to do such a stupid thing as returning the handkerchief after washing it, so maybe he wanted to ask Jiang Muping out for a handkerchief?

"I'll buy you a new one." Cheng Yan earnestly said.

"Chengyan." Jiang Muping called his name.

Cheng Yan looked at Jiang Muping with a embarrassed expression on his face.

Jiang Muping glanced at the handkerchief tightly held in his hand, as if reminding him: "Don't you know that handkerchiefs can't be given away casually?"

The handkerchief was hot all of a sudden, Cheng Yan let go of his hand, and the handkerchief almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he caught it quickly.

Cheng Yan immediately put the handkerchief back to Jiang Muping, turning into anger from embarrassment, he muttered sarcastically, "How old are you, and your thinking is so feudal."

Jiang Muping folded the handkerchief slowly, with a half-smile: "I'm 35, and it's normal to think feudal."

His name was embroidered on the handkerchief, and it was really inappropriate and ambiguous to leave it at Chengyan's place.

Perhaps Cheng Yan didn't notice the name on the handkerchief, if he did, the handkerchief would definitely be hotter in his hand.

"I'm leaving." Jiang Muping put the folded handkerchief in his pocket.

"Don't give your handkerchief to others casually in the future." Cheng Yan became mischievous, teasing Jiang Muping, "At that time, they will ask you to make a promise with your body."

Jiang Muping smiled, and said casually, "Then you should be the first candidate."

After saying that, Jiang Muping turned around and walked into the rain, leaving Chengyan alone in a daze.

Cheng Yan wanted to remind Jiang Muping not to flirt casually, but Jiang Muping had already gone away.

Recently, Jiang Muping's lifelong events have always been inseparable from the conversation of the Jiang family's family during meals, and today is no exception.Especially after Li Sizhi opened the mouth and introduced Jiang Muping to someone, the attitude of Jiang Muping's parents immediately became clear, changing the status of the Buddhist family in the past.

Jiang's mother picked up chopsticks for Jiang Muping: "How is the child that Sizhi introduced to you earlier?"

"It's okay." Jiang Muping said.

"Not going anywhere?"

Jiang Muping took a sip of the soup and shook his head.

Mother Jiang looked sad and looked at Li Sizhi: "Didn't you say you are a good person?"

"He's a nice man, Auntie. Your son has high eyesight and doesn't like him."

Jiang's mother turned to look at Jiang Muping, with a bit of complaint in her tone: "You are always like this. Before you have said a few words to someone, you say that you can't talk, you don't want to talk."

Jiang Muping argued: "Mom, when will I—"

"When you meet him once, you know what kind of person he is?"

Jiang Muping took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows: "Can you stop listening to Li Sizhi's nonsense, when will I say that I don't like him anymore?"

Jiang's mother glanced at Li Sizhi, and Li Sizhi smiled with his rice bowl in his hand: "I exaggerated."

"You call that slander." Jiang Muping put on his glasses and said.

"But you really didn't like him." Li Sizhi said intentionally, "Auntie, it depends on the fate of the eyes. There is a lot of interest in it. If you don't hit it off, it doesn't matter how you match it."

"What does the boy look like?"

Li Sizhi was excited: "He's so handsome." She took out her mobile phone, "I'll show you the photos, he's no worse than your son."

Li Sizhi showed Chengyan's photo to Jiang's mother. Jiang's mother adjusted her glasses, held up her mobile phone to look at it carefully, and handed it to Jiang's father, saying, "You look handsome, take a look."

The photo was secretly taken by Li Sizhi when he was working in Chengyan. Jiang's father looked at the photo and had a question: "How old is this child? How much younger than Mu Ping?"

Li Sizhi smiled and said, "Uncle, take a guess."

"In his early twenties?" Father Jiang frowned, "No, not for those who are too young, a round younger than Mu Ping."

Jiang Muping's age was connoted unintentionally, he laughed and shook his head helplessly.

"Do I look that old?"

"It's not that you look old," Father Jiang said seriously, "It's that this child is really too young."

"Dad, this kid is as old as me."

The word "this child" made Li Sizhi amused.

Father Jiang looked at the photo in disbelief: "It looks so young, I thought it was a college student..."

Father Jiang returned the phone to Li Sizhi: "I heard from your aunt that this kid is a tattoo artist?"

"Yes."

"How is the situation at home?"

"No father and no mother, but a younger brother who was fostered by others more than ten years ago."

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were silent at the same time. The family situation is really complicated.

Jiang Muping glanced at Li Sizhi, and subconsciously asked, "How do you know so clearly?"

Li Sizhi seemed to be able to perceive the emotions in Jiang Muping's words, his tone, his eyes, all seemed to be asking: Why do you know these things but I don't.

Li Sizhi deliberately asked: "He didn't tell you these things?"

Jiang Muping saw through her word games, and said calmly, "I haven't gotten to know him well enough."

"Yeah, I know him well enough, so I know."

"Isn't he your student from a long time ago? Didn't you just meet each other recently?" Jiang Muping was still serious.

"Jiang Muping," Li Sizhi couldn't help laughing, "You have no energy."

Jiang's mother was a little worried: "What's going on in his family? How did his parents die? And his younger brother..."

"Auntie, I won't be able to clarify this matter for a while, and it's a private matter." Li Sizhi glanced at Jiang Muping, "Now Muping doesn't mean that to him. It's not good for us to ask so many questions."

Mother Jiang nodded: "That's true."

"Show me your photo again." Mother Jiang asked Li Sizhi for Chengyan's photo.

Li Sizhi smiled and said, "Are you still watching?"

"Let me take a look again... she looks good..."

Before Jiang Muping left, Li Sizhi handed him something.

"What?" Jiang Muping took a look at it—it was two invitations to the art exhibition, and Li Sizhi's pen name "Si" was marked on the invitations.

"Your art exhibition?"

"Next Saturday."

"Why did you give me two?"

Li Sizhi tapped the invitation letter a few times with his index finger: "These are the last two, I deliberately didn't keep them for Cheng Yan."

Jiang Muping reacted for a while, then looked up at her: "Can you do something with me?"

"An invitation to my art exhibition, you can give it to whoever you want."

The purpose of Li Sizhi's operation is obvious. She knows that Jiang Muping is a smart person, so she makes no secret of her intention to match him with Chengyan.

"Of course," Li Sizhi said with a smile, "You can also choose to hand over the invitation directly to Chengyan."

"understood."

After Jiang Muping said this, he got into the car, and Li Sizhi waved to him with a smile through the window.

Jiang Muping stuffed the invitation letter into the dark compartment.

Ten minutes later, the car slowly drove into the underground garage of the community. Jiang Muping parked the car in the parking space and sat quietly in the car for a while.

He took a look at the two invitation letters, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Cheng Yan's number.

Cheng Yan had just taken a shower, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he heard the phone ringing. The number on the caller ID looked familiar, so he pressed the connect button.

"Hey?"

"Haven't you slept yet?"

Cheng Yan was slightly startled, grabbed the towel and sat down on the bed, and replied naturally: "Not yet."

It turned out that he was the only one who was determined to eliminate all contact information. Jiang Muping wanted to call him, so he did so calmly.

There is no need to prepare even the opening words of pleasantries.

"Next Saturday, Li Sizhi has an art exhibition. I have two invitation letters here. Do you want to go?"

Cheng Yan's brief silence made Jiang Muping feel self-doubt.

The tone of the person on the other end of the phone was slightly hesitant: "...I thought you liked to see the art exhibition.

"you……"

"Thought." Chengyan replied.