classmate engagement

Jiang Muping's working hours are not as free as Cheng Yan's. Even though it's Saturday, there are still many things to be busy at school; the two made an appointment to go to the art exhibition at 04:30 in the afternoon, and Cheng Yan came to Beicheng University early and parked his car at the south of the school door, sitting in the car and waiting for Jiang Muping.

Chengyan didn't have Jiang Muping's WeChat, so he sent him a message saying that he was waiting for him at the south gate of Beicheng University.

Jiang Muping is the youngest full professor in the college. He is young but has a lot of work to do. Cheng Yan received a text message from Jiang Muping in reply, and the content is the same as the last time they met: Jiang Muping has a short meeting temporarily. Come later.

Jiang Muping: Sorry.

Chengyan: It's okay, I'll wait for you.

Jiang Muping: Come up here.

Diagenetic: ?

Jiang Muping: Don't wait at the door, go to my office.

Cheng Yan wanted to say "no", but Jiang Muping had already sent over the exact location of the office, along with a message: I don't know how long it will be open, so come here first.

It was too hot to keep the air conditioner on in the car. After thinking about it, Cheng Yan got out of the car.

Beicheng University occupies a large area, and the south gate is close to the law school. Cheng Yan asked the passing students a few words, and found the law school building.

The door of Jiang Muping's office was closed, Cheng Yan knocked on the door, but no one responded, so he stood there for a while.

A teacher passed by holding the materials, and Cheng Yan met his eyes eagerly, the teacher stopped suddenly and asked, "Student, what do you do?"

Cheng Yan thought that maybe he looked too suspicious to attract the attention of passers-by, and thought: I don't look so naive.He looked down at his clothes today, a light gray stand-up collar shirt, black trousers, and he didn't have the temperament of a student.

Cheng Yan thought so, but the other party regarded him as a confused student who couldn't find a teacher, and then asked, "Are you looking for a teacher?"

Cheng Yan said casually, "Look for Professor Jiang."

The teacher laughed and pointed to the door behind him: "Isn't this the office?"

Cheng Yan finally pushed the door open and went in. He didn't expect Jiang Muping to have an office for one person. There was only one desk in it, and a black leather sofa was placed in front of the desk.The room is air-conditioned and cool.

Cheng Yan originally wanted to find a place to sit down, but the only sofa he could sit on was full of materials, piles of them, neat and full.Another place to sit is Jiang Muping's office chair, but it's always impolite to sit in someone else's office, so Cheng Yan decided to stand.

There are no potted plants in Jiang Muping's office, but the air in the room is very fresh. He should not smoke, unlike diagenetic rock, where there is always a faint smell of tobacco lingering in the working place.

Cheng Yan stood for ten minutes, his legs were sore, he thought he might as well wait in the car.He finally sat down on Jiang Muping's office chair.

Cheng Yan's buttocks only sat on half a chair, his back was straight, and he was playing with his mobile phone.Not long after, someone knocked on the door outside, but Cheng Yan remained silent, creating the illusion that there was no one in the house.

Unexpectedly, the people outside knocked a few times before pushing the door in: "Professor?"

Chengyan raised his head while holding the phone, and exchanged glances with the young student standing at the door.

The student's expression froze, and suddenly he frowned slightly, with a questioning look in his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Yan put away his cell phone, still sitting: "I'm waiting for Professor Jiang."

"Why are you sitting in the professor's seat casually?" The student came in holding a stack of materials, quite a master's posture.

Cheng Yan didn't like this man's pretentious attitude, but he explained politely: "There are things on the sofa, there is no place for me to sit."

"Then you can't just sit on the professor's seat." The student looked serious and wondered, "Why don't you get up?"

The aggressive tone of the student made Cheng Yan's face turn cold.

"Where's Professor Jiang? There's no one in the office. Why do you stay here?"

"I let him stay here."

Jiang Muping's voice came from behind, and Chengyan looked past the students to the door.

The student turned his head and said respectfully, "Professor."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Muping came over with the document in his hand. He looked at Cheng Yan and saw Cheng Yan sitting on the seat a little stiffly.

"I don't understand the two cases you told me earlier..."

Jiang Muping put the documents on the table and looked down at Cheng Yan who was sitting on the chair.

"Another day." Jiang Muping picked up the cup in Chengyan's hand, and accidentally touched the back of Chengyan's hand with his middle knuckles, and Chengyan's hand shrank to the side.

"I don't have time now." Jiang Muping drank his saliva and said to the students.

The student glanced at Chengyan, then turned his gaze to Jiang Muping: "Then I'll come back to you next time, excuse me."

Chengyan sat in Jiang Muping's seat from the beginning to the end. When the student left, his expression became more and more puzzled, but he didn't say anything after all.

Cheng Yan stood up and immediately explained: "The sofa is full of documents. I have no place to sit, so I sat here."

Jiang Muping hummed and asked, "Why are you so reserved? He's just my student."

"I know." Cheng Yan said in his heart that I was cautious because you came.

"Your students are quite imposing."

Jiang Muping heard what he meant, and said with a smile: "You look small, he regards you as a student."

"It feels like he protects you very much," Chengyan looked at Jiang Muping, "this kid admires you."

Jiang Muping had no expression on his face, and his tone was almost indifferent: "Maybe.

Jiang Muping glanced at his watch and said, "Wait for me for a while, I'll change clothes."

"Isn't yours pretty good?" Cheng Yan glanced at Jiang Muping quickly from head to toe, and said casually.

"Li Sizhi doesn't like me wearing shirts, and she will definitely say that I defeat her interest."

Cheng Yan showed confusion: "Why, he's so handsome..."

Jiang Muping responded with a slight smile to Cheng Yan's unintentional praise: "She is a weirdo."

Jiang Muping changed into a casual T-shirt, and he looked much younger. Chengyan's car was left at the south gate of Beicheng University, and he took Jiang Muping's car to the art exhibition together.

In the evening, there were not many people visiting the art exhibition, and Li Sizhi was not seen.The usual tattoos made Chengyan develop the habit of focusing on doing things. He admired the paintings for a while, and when he came back to his senses, Jiang Muping had disappeared.

Jiang Muping is not an expert in this field, and neither is Cheng Yan, he is just a half-baked guy who has studied painting for two years, so the two of them didn't communicate much the whole time, they just tasted quietly, you see what you like, I see what I like , just separated.

When Chengyan found Jiang Muping, Li Sizhi was beside him. They chatted in low voices and looked at a certain painting hanging on the wall leisurely.

Diagenetic could vaguely hear their conversations.

"I thought you wouldn't come, didn't you come?"

"There's no need to waste an invitation."

"But you don't like my paintings." Li Sizhi turned to look at Jiang Muping, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"You gave me two invitation letters, didn't you just want me to come with him?"

Cheng Yan stood there in a daze for a while, then quietly turned and left.

Jiang Muping met Cheng Yan in the bathroom. He was washing his hands by the sink.

"Li Sizhi is here." Jiang Muping walked to Chengyan's side, "I've been looking for you for a long time, but I haven't seen you."

Cheng Yan hummed, turned off the faucet, and turned around, looking as if he wanted to say something.

Jiang Muping noticed his strange emotion and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Jiang Muping."

"Well, you said."

"I know the teacher wants to match us up," Cheng Yan looked at him, "If you don't like this, don't force it."

Cheng Yan's low and hoarse voice always gave him an almost melancholic temperament, his expression was very flat, and the depression in his words could not be concealed.

Cheng Yan said: "I don't like to force myself."