Warm and respectful people

It took Jiang Chuan a week to write the first draft, which was a very fast speed, and the two people in the experiment were a little surprised.

He took the printed manuscript and went to the office to find Shen Xueyu.

Standing at the door, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, before he had the courage to knock on the door.

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Shen Xueyu was reading a manuscript assigned to her by "Nature". If she concentrated her time, it would take her two or three days to revise an article, and this one happened to be in the middle.

"Come in."

Jiang Chuan came in at the sound and handed the paper clipped manuscript to Shen Xueyu's desk.

About the thickness of a dozen pages of paper.

Shen Xueyu took it, held it in her hand, and quickly flipped through it.She wears glasses and scans quickly.

While watching, she circled some obvious English words and grammatical mistakes with a pencil in her hand.

"It's well written, and the general direction is correct, but it needs to be more refined. I will give you detailed revisions the day after tomorrow, and I will send you an email at that time."

Shen Xueyu's tone was still businesslike, and she didn't seem to be affected by the previous incident at all.

After she finished speaking, she continued to focus on the previous article.

Jiang Chuan didn't intend to leave, he still stood there straight.

Shen Xueyu felt it, she shook the pencil in her hand, then held the tip with the other hand, raised her head: "What, is there anything else?"

After Jiang Chuan came out of Xia Wen's house, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Since he was a child, he has always been a boy who is very popular wherever he goes, and he has always adhered to the attitude of falling in love. The girl who likes him is rejected by him, and the girl he pursues rejects him. In his opinion It's all very normal.

But he pursued his mentor's ex-girlfriend, and even now he still maintains an ambiguous relationship, which makes him a little unacceptable.

In the process of writing the thesis these days, his sense of discomfort became deeper and deeper.

In this triangular relationship, perhaps what bothered him the most was the existence of Shen Xueyu.

He hesitated and said, "Teacher, when did you and Xia Wen get together, when did you separate, and why did you separate?"

Curiosity drove him here, but his remaining emotional intelligence allowed him to carefully organize what he was going to say.

But when he really stood in front of the other party, his remaining rationality had long since disappeared, and his questions were direct and abrupt.

After saying it, Jiang Chuan wanted to slap himself a little bit.

Shen Xueyu didn't show any discomfort. She stroked the pencil in her hand and replied, "Is my love history helpful to your thesis writing?"

Answer coldly.Shen Xueyu looked at Jiang Chuan with indifferent and clear eyes.

There was no positive answer, but Jiang Chuan suddenly felt relieved.

It is quite normal for a boy of his age to fail in pursuing a girl, but a froze relationship with his doctoral supervisor will have a great impact on his future.

Through Shen Xueyu's words, Jiang Chuan knew that in the days to come, the relationship between Shen Xueyu and him would not change because of Xia Wen.

Suddenly, Jiang Chuan's stiff body and nerves gradually relaxed.

When he was about to go out, he turned around suddenly and asked Shen Xueyu a question.

"Teacher, will you and Xia Wen still be together?"

Jiang Chuan did not get his answer in the end.

In the quiet office, the pen in Shen Xueyu's hand fell on the sentence she had just finished reading, and the tip of the pen fell on the end of the sentence, but she suddenly forgot what it was that she wanted to write down just now.

The phone screen in front of him was pitch black.

Shen Xueyu took the phone, unlocked it, and found the last message Xia Wen left for her, a collection of money.

She pointed her finger on the desk, her thoughts had already drifted away from the words on the desk.

At this time, the phone suddenly vibrated, and the phone display read "Shen An'an" in three large characters.

Shen Xueyu connected the phone and leaned against the back of the chair.

"Sister! Are you free on the weekend?" Shen Anan's enthusiastic voice came from the phone.

"No." The voice of refusal was very clean.

Shen An'an, who was used to Shen Xueyu's indifference, was shocked by such a direct rejection.

Shen An'an sat on the sofa and changed the hand holding the phone, and said righteously: "Sister, you will die alone like this, and it will be more troublesome to recognize me when you are old."

Shen Xueyu picked up the pen on the table: "It's okay, I'll just hang up."

"Don't hang up, I have something to do. I have two tickets for the weekend stage play. I can't go and give them to you."

Shen Xueyu's pen tip quickly slid across the paper: "I don't want it, why don't you give it to your good girlfriend."

"Speaking of which, I'm angry that Wen Wen actually went on a blind date behind my back! Such a beautiful woman like her actually went on a blind date."

Shen Xueyu used the pen a little harder, and the sharp pen tip broke on the black and white paper.

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On Saturday morning, Xia Wen was still dragged by her father to the place of the blind date.

In the taxi, she stretched her face and turned her head to look at the crowd outside the window.

Xia Yuan helped his heavy glasses: "Wen Wen, you have graduated from graduate school, if you don't want to find a partner, should you wait until you are 30?"

"Wouldn't it be nice not to get married for the rest of my life." Xia Wen lowered his head and said dully.

His voice was very small, but it was still heard by Xia Yuan, and his voice suddenly increased: "If you don't get married, who will accompany you when I die! You don't even have a brother or sister, so you make me dare not even die? "

Xia Yuan, who has always been temperless, became stubborn, and Xia Wen was also a little scared.

And he even talked about death.

A few years ago, Xia Yuan's hospitalization was the closest time Xia Wen was to death.At that time, she went to the hospital's billing office to pay the bill, and there was a long queue in front of her. The hospital turned on the air conditioner, and everyone was noisy.

However, Xia Wen felt that he was completely cold from the beginning to the end, and his breathing was intermittent, and every time he felt a tearing pain in his heart and lungs.

At that time, she couldn't even cry, and there was no one around her who could help her. She didn't even say anything, and fear suddenly came.

From that time on, Xia Wen was afraid of mentioning the word death, and Xia Yuan also worried about Xia Wen's major life events, urging her to return to Nancheng, and repeatedly persuading her to find a partner.

Xia Wen didn't move for a long time, but Xia Yuan couldn't sit still.

"Today, this boy is very good. He also graduated from No. [-] Middle School. He is three or four years older than you. He has been admitted to a good university and his job is very stable now. I have inquired about his parents. His parents are in good condition and have a happy family."

Xia Wen saw the loneliness on Xia Yuan's face when he said the last four words.

Their unhappy family is Xia Yuan's regret.

Xia Yuan curled up involuntarily and rubbed his hands together: "This boy said that there is no discrimination against single-parent families."

Xia Wen's nose suddenly became sore, Xia Yuan's humbleness still hurt her.

The taxi was parked beside a shopping mall, and Xia Yuan urged her to get up quickly: "I'll wait for you when I get home. Go up quickly."

When getting out of the car, Xia Wen took a look at Xia Yuan who was aging rapidly. The white hair on both sides had grown a lot and could hardly be covered.

The reluctance and rejection in her heart were forced down to the bottom of her heart.

Today, Xia Wen wore a soft white sweater, with her plain face facing the sky, but it was natural and fresh.Stepping on the bright tiles of the shopping mall with white sneakers, Xia Wen unexpectedly calmed down.

The meeting place will be in a coffee shop with a pleasant environment.

When Xia Wen arrived, there was already a man sitting on the seat. She walked to the seat and bent slightly: "Sorry, I'm late."

Luo Ping, who arrived early, was forced by his mother. He was very tired of his parents' introduction, especially after meeting several times, the purposeful conversation made him physically and mentally exhausted.

At that time, he was replying to a friend on his mobile phone, and made an appointment to play games together at night.

Hearing the voice of the person next to him, Luo Ping's first reaction was to frown because of the other party's disturbance. Perhaps because of the soft and agile voice, his anger dissipated quickly.

When he put away his phone and looked up to see Xia Wen, all today's irritability was swept away.

Before coming, his mother told him that the introducer said that the girl was good-looking, this sentence was almost invalid information for him, because the previous girl introducer also said the same.

Luo Ping's voice stuttered, he coughed a few times, and asked Xia Wen: "Miss Xia, what would you like to drink?"

The menu was pushed in front of Xia Wen, and the black hard menu was stuffed with colorful leaflets.

Xia Wen put down her bag, brushed her loose long hair, took the menu and flipped through it symbolically.

"Have a latte."

The waiter took the menu and left, and the four seats by the window were the only ones they met for the first time.

Xia Wen supported the lemonade that the waiter had just filled in front of him, and there were still a few mint leaves floating in the blue glass.

Xia Wen, who lowered his head and said nothing, showed a very nice jaw line, and his straight nose looked cool and elegant.

Luo Ping was a little dumbfounded.He works in the computer engineering department of a state-owned enterprise, and he is surrounded by a group of unkempt homeboys. He doesn't usually meet many girls, but there are many girls who focus on his family background and stable work during blind dates.

The few girls on the blind date before are not ugly, and they are also average, but none of them can compare with Xia Wen.

Xia Wen didn't have the slightest intention to speak, and Luo Ping started stumbling.

"I heard that Ms. Xia studied art before, so you must be very good at drawing." When she spoke, her face was full of smiles.

Xia Wen took a sip of lemonade, and the refreshing taste jumped on the tip of her tongue. It took her a lot of effort to temporarily suppress the repulsion in her heart.

She hummed with a wooden face, and she didn't know what else to say.

"Our unit is very close to your museum. I have been there a few times before. I remember that there are quite a lot of things inside, with several floors."

Listening to the other party's description, Xia Wen was more like describing a shopping mall than a museum. She raised the corners of her mouth stiffly and nodded, but she didn't have the slightest intention to reply to the other party's interest.

When the latte came with a strong fragrance, Xia Wen didn't say more than ten words.

Picking up her coffee cup, she quickly thought about how to escape from this embarrassing blind date scene.

Later, it was Luo Ping's exhibition scene alone. He narrated almost all his glorious deeds from childhood to adulthood, trying to be vivid, but the other party's face was always cold and cold.

It was almost eleven o'clock.

Luo Ping asked Xia Wen: "Let me take you to a restaurant for lunch. It's delicious. Salmon was flown in today."

Xia Wen pursed her lips and did not refuse. When Luo Ping was checking out, she sent a message to Shen An'an.

The two of them took the elevator down to the underground parking lot, next to the vehicles coming in and out.

Luo Ping protected Xia Wen and walked to his car, which was an entry-level model of a recently popular electric car.

He opened the co-pilot's door: "I'm planning to change cars these days, do you have any recommendations?"

Xia Wen just sat in and wanted to say that she didn't understand cars. At this time, a black Mercedes-Benz whizzed by with its headlights on not far away. She looked at the license plate not far away and was stunned for a moment.

Isn't this Shen Xueyu's new car?

Luo Ping, who was full of car exhaust, was a little angry, so that when he got into the car, his face was still a little dark.

"This kind of person annoys me the most. Doesn't he just drive a luxury car? He has no quality at all. It's great to be rich. Say yes, Ms. Xia." After finishing speaking, Luo Ping wanted to find some approval from Xia Wen.

Xia Wen showed her first smile today: "Well, it's great to be rich."

The author has something to say: Mr. Shen has a cold face: if you have money, you are great.