My Professor Shen

The night is already cool, the hazy moonlight covers the earth with a layer of tulle, and the sparse lights and twinkling stars complement each other.

"You said this is your home?" Shen Qingchuan asked suspiciously, she habitually straightened her neckline, and stood at the door of the villa, hesitating.

"Yes." Jiang Ling admitted calmly. Although she looked expressionless, she felt uneasy in her heart. Her right hand was tightly clenched into a fist behind her back, and her knuckles were bluish white.

Since Chu Ran asked Shen Qingchuan to meet alone last time, she has been looking for an opportunity to explain, but she still doesn't know how to speak. She has envisioned many confession scenes and rehearsed her words without less than a hundred sentences, but she was finally defeated by There is an old saying that wine is strong and cowardly.

The two people's fingers intertwined, their palms pressed together, beads of sweat seeped out of their skin, and it was sticky and mixed together, it was hard to tell whose it was.

Shen Qingchuan looked up and down a few times, and the villas in the community were all similar in style, not to mention that the distance between this house and his own was only a hundred meters, and even the orientation of the gate was exactly the same.Thinking of this, Shen Qingchuan frowned, anger flooded his heart, and a dark cloud appeared on his face.

She glanced back at Jiang Ling, but the latter's eyes were avoided in a panic, and his eyes wandered up and down the building.

A sneer appeared on Shen Qingchuan's lips, and he said sarcastically: "Isn't Jiang always drinking too much and even forgetting his own password? If you look at it a few more times, you can suddenly grow wings and fly away."

She withdrew her hand and pressed her twitching temple, the cold air invaded her lungs with coolness, and reason slightly gained the upper hand.

"I... I seem to have forgotten a little bit." Jiang Ling stammered, if possible, she would like to turn back time.

The rationality that had finally come back into the cage disintegrated in an instant, and Shen Qingchuan gave her a headache. Jiang Ling was more terrified by keeping silent than eloquent teeth.

"The password is wrong." The cold mechanical female voice sounded again and again. This prompt sound was like frantic exploration on the edge of danger. Seeing Shen Qingchuan's complexion getting darker and darker, Jiang Ling's nose broke out in sweat.

She bit her lip, and entered the wrong password several times because she was in a hurry. During that minute, she really had the absurd idea of ​​wanting this dilapidated house to disappear immediately.

The door opened, and Jiang Ling let out a foul breath.

Shen Qingchuan strode in with his arms around his chest, and Jiang Ling, like a little tail, followed behind her dejectedly, secretly changing several versions of the manuscript.

Unable to see his fingers in the room, Shen Qingchuan took a few steps forward in the dark, and accidentally kicked an unknown object with the toe of his shoe. The muffled sound of "dong" was very clear in the silent room, and even had a weak echo.

Shen Qingchuan stood still, and said calmly: "Is President Jiang very poor after resigning?"

Jiang Ling didn't notice that she had stopped in front of her, and bumped into Shen Qingchuan's back suddenly. She rubbed the sore bridge of her nose, and felt a faint warmth flowing out, "It's okay, not very poor."

"Then why is Mr. Jiang reluctant to turn on the lights?" Shen Qingchuan paused slightly, his voice a bit colder than the autumn wind, "Or is Mr. Jiang learning from other people's golden house?"

"Not at all..." Jiang Ling covered her nose and explained weakly. She retreated to the entrance again, and slowly fumbled for the master switch. There was a rustling sound, and the warm yellow light suddenly turned on.

Shen Qingchuan squinted her eyes subconsciously, the white mist in front of her eyes slowly dissipated, before she could clearly see the display in the room, a "big black mouse" shot out like a monkey jumping into the sky.

Jiang Ling stood in front of the sofa and stared at her with a smirk, completely unable to see the shadow of Mr. Jiang who was vigorous and resolute.

Shen Qingchuan lazily raised his eyes and squinted, and then looked at the floor. It turned out that he kicked a brown glass wine bottle just now, and the round body of the bottle hit the leg of the coffee table with force.

"Get out of the way." Shen Qingchuan said calmly. She crossed her arms and stared at Jiang Ling's dodging eyes for the rest of her life.

There was nothing to hide the panic in Jiang Ling's eyes, she straightened her back and stuck her neck unmoved.

Shen Qingchuan had a headache, and suddenly a gentle smile bloomed on her lips, and said softly: "Hey, let me see, I won't be angry."

The smile was too deceptive, Jiang Ling was dazed by the fascination, and moved aside.

In the corner of the sofa, there were a bunch of wine bottles scattered all over the place. There were so many kinds of wine bottles, it looked shocking.

Shen Qingchuan's smile froze, he held his breath in his chest, and lost his language talent, "You're really good." In vain, she naively thought that Jiang Ling was just drinking to soothe her sorrows, but she didn't expect that she was young and had a good time playing.

"Sister said she wasn't angry." Jiang Ling murmured.

"I'm not angry." Shen Qingchuan said coldly, "When your wine shelf is empty, I'll occupy the magpie's nest and raise a few little stars, how pleasant it is."

A picture instantly appeared in Jiang Ling's mind. Several women were standing barefoot on the expensive carpet she carefully selected, scratching their heads and posing. Shen Qingchuan's clothes were half-faded, his eyes were blurred, and he was so happy.

The blood on her face faded, and Jiang Ling pursed her lips, wanting to cry.

Shen Qingchuan sat on the sofa, tapped lightly on the table with his index finger, and murmured: "Tell me."

Jiang Ling's eyes suddenly brightened, she raised her eyes and said, "Wait for me for a minute."

After she finished speaking, she took three steps at a time and ran to the top of the stairs. At the first step, she hesitated for a few seconds, then turned her head and asked worriedly: "Sister...won't you go. "

Shen Qingchuan waved his hands, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and just as she was about to fall asleep, a small transparent jar was suddenly stuffed into her arms.

The jar is spotless, and there is not a single scratch on the smooth body of the bottle under the light, which shows how hard its owner treats it.The lid that seals the mouth of the bottle is metal, the yellow primer has been worn away, and the edges are glowing with a metallic silver light. Jiang Ling also specially tied a ribbon on the narrowest mouth of the bottle.There is still a small half of the candy in the jar, and the colorful candy wrappers are really beautiful.

"Give it to me?" Shen Qingchuan unscrewed the lid, casually squeezed a candy, and neatly unwrapped the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.

The familiar sweetness made her eyes widen, and she felt a little bit happier. She asked, "How do you know that I like this brand of candy? I searched many places but couldn't find it."

When Suliman was alive, her bedside was never short of candy, but for some reason, the production of candy was discontinued shortly after her mother passed away, and she searched for it several times but found nothing.

Jiang Ling sat down next to her, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "This candy company was acquired by a foreign company, and its production in China was discontinued, but it can still be purchased abroad."

"Can you give it to me?" Shen Qingchuan's eyes were soft when he saw things and thought about others.

"This one won't work." Jiang Ling pursed her lips, looking sad, "But I can buy a new one for my sister."

Shen Qingchuan didn't expect her to refuse, his expression was stunned, and he said sourly after a long time, "Is this from the elder sister?"

I don't know which sweetheart gave it to me, it's so precious, Shen Qingchuan snorted coldly in his heart, the smile couldn't match his eyes.

Jiang Ling didn't expect that she still remembered, raised her jaw slightly, and said pleasantly, "Yes."

From the corner of his eyes, Shen Qingchuan caught a glimpse of her smiling like a flower, with slightly drooping eyelids, and asked with a serious look: "You like it very much?"

This kind of cheap thing that can be seen everywhere is used to coax children. It seems that the vinegar bottle has been knocked over in her heart, with mixed feelings, but her expression is cold, without any emotion.

"Yeah." Jiang Ling's eyebrows were affectionate, and her eyes were shining brightly, "I like everything you gave me."

Shen Qingchuan was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what she said, and didn't dare to reply: "I sent it?"

Seeing her ignorant reaction, Jiang Ling blinked in bewilderment, the light in her eyes disappeared instantly, she lowered her head and said in frustration: "I was just being sentimental, I thought you remembered."

The sadness on her face didn't seem to be fake, Shen Qingchuan pulled the dead skin on her lips, and scenes of the past like smoke were projected in her mind.She carefully looked at Jiang Ling's never-to-be-satisfied face, the high bridge of the nose, the sword-shaped eyebrows, the thin lips pursed lightly, repeated comparisons, but found nothing.

The resentment that had just entered the room was gone, the fingertips traced Jiang Ling's outline, and finally stopped on the thin red lips, Shen Qingchuan looked ashamed, "I'm sorry, I didn't remember."

Jiang Ling forced a smile, and then regained her spirits. She pinched the end of the bow with her fingertips and applied light force, just like unwrapping a present. The red ribbon quietly fell into her palm.

She held Shen Qingchuan's hand, and the red ribbon was wrapped around her wrist, one after another, the wrist as white as jade and the bright red ribbon formed a strong visual contrast.

The skin at the edge of the ribbon turned white. In order to appease Jiang Ling's emotions, Shen Qingchuan lowered his eyes and remained silent, letting her run amok.

Suddenly, her pupils shrank sharply, and a cursive character "Chuan" at the end of the ribbon came into view. It should be calligraphy with a hard pen, and the black ink blurred the rough edges on the silk fabric.

Shen Qingchuan has an unknown habit, because her works have been plagiarized, so she always leaves imprints on her personal belongings, especially during the time when she is practicing calligraphy.

The practice of hard-tipped pen calligraphy often starts with block letters, horizontal and vertical, with the first appearance of the strokes, and then slowly transitions to running script and cursive script. From the level of scribbled characters, she can probably guess what period it is.

She thought the red ribbon was Jiang Ling's masterpiece, but she didn't expect it to be an unintentional act by herself.

A small face carved in pink and jade suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and I could vaguely see the shadow of a handsome face in the future. The innocent and ignorant child stretched out Stitch, who was tightly protected in his arms, and tilted his head and said: " I'll trade it for you!"

That day was her coming-of-age ceremony, which she had recalled countless times in her nightmares.

"So that's how it is." Shen Qingchuan stared at Jiang Ling's reflective hair, and a chuckle escaped from his throat.

"Remember?" Jiang Ling said nonchalantly, she was burying her head in the dead button in a slow manner.

Shen Qingchuan possessed himself to look at her at the same level, and said angrily: "You were only six years old at that time, how can you have such a good memory."

Jiang Ling has not been taken seriously since she was a child, like a canary kept in a cage. For Shen Qingchuan, that kindness may be insignificant, but for her, it is the only light she can hold.

The fingertips fluttered, and the red ribbon was tied with a beautiful bow.

"I'm not happy." Jiang Ling let go of her and said calmly.

The two wrists were tied together unknowingly, the palms were slightly congested and swollen, Shen Qingchuan struggled lightly, but the restraint became tighter and tighter.

"My sister said that it's good to eat a candy when you're sad." Jiang Ling smiled slightly, but Shen Qingchuan felt creepy.

"Let go of me...uh..." Shen Qingchuan's words were submerged in a passionate kiss.

Shen Qingchuan was pressed on the sofa, his hands were tied and placed on top of his head, and he was forced to raise his head to bear Jiang Ling's enthusiasm. The wider the movement of the struggle, the more severe the pain in his wrist.

"It's very sweet, I'm very happy." With a hoarse voice, Jiang Ling reverently kissed away the teardrops on Shen Qingchuan's eyelashes.

The sky and the earth were spinning overhead, and the position was reversed in an instant. Shen Qingchuan lay on the sofa with blurred eyes and an unbearable expression.

She gasped, "The curtains...are not closed..."

Jiang Ling licked her lips, clasped her slender waist, and cut off all escape routes.

"Drip~" The curtains closed.