Did Professor Yang bend today?

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Yang Jingcheng asked about Chen Nianen's identity, but Yang Zheng did not hide it.

At the dinner table, Yang Jingcheng and Yang's mother face south, and Yang Zheng faces north. This scene looks like a negotiation.

Yang Jingcheng has already speculated these days, and they all tacitly waited for Yang Zheng to break through.

The woman who can accompany Yang Zheng to wait for the plane in the early morning, and stay with Yang Zheng after the death of her relatives is either a best friend or a girlfriend.

Yang Jingcheng didn't want to think in that direction.

But Yang Zheng has no friends since she was a child, she is used to being alone, and has never had a boyfriend.

That day Yang Zheng and Chen Nianen paid off, Yang Jingcheng was almost sure.

He taught the Chinese language. Homosexuals abound in official and unofficial histories. The emperors of the Western Han Dynasty, literati in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Li Yu, Zheng Banqiao, Yuan Mei in the Qing Dynasty... a large number of modern literary masters such as Lu Xun and Bai Xianyong also have homosexuals in their works. figure.

Influenced by these works, Yang Jingcheng is very tolerant towards homosexuals.So is Mother Yang.

On the day Yang Zheng confessed, they neither stopped nor agreed.

They know their daughter very well and know her cautious feelings.How Chen Nianen treats Yang Zheng, these days, they are also watching.

In this world, it is not easy to have someone you love.As the saying goes: "It is better to demolish ten temples than destroy one marriage".

They just want Yang Zheng to be happy.

When Yang Zheng proposed on the phone to bring Chen Nianen to meet them, Yang's father and mother agreed.

Chen Nian'en insisted on giving her a meeting gift, but Yang Zheng couldn't resist her, so he had no choice but to follow her to a luxury store.

Fortunately, the traffic of such stores is not large, and Chen Nianen was not recognized.

Chen Nianen picked out a retro-style silk scarf for Yang's mother, and a tie according to the color of the silk scarf.

The two small boxes contained a five-figure gift, as well as Chen Nianen's uneasiness.

Yang Zheng felt that this was a bit extravagant, and wanted to stop it, but turned around and remembered Chen Nianen's income, and shut up again.

In Chen Nian'en's capacity, it would be perfunctory to send a three-digit or four-digit gift.

Chen Nianen returned to Yang Zheng's car, still nervously searching for questions like "is it okay to give a tie and silk scarf to my girlfriend's parents for the first time?"

Yang Zheng couldn't help teasing: "It may be too late to regret it now."

Chen Nianen frowned and asked: "Should I go buy another fruit basket?" Just as he finished speaking, he said again: "Isn't your father a smoker? I'll go buy some more cigarettes..."

Yang Zheng didn't answer her question, and chuckled lightly, "We're progressing so fast."

Chen Nianen's ears turned red suddenly, and he said in a low voice, "It seems a little... But we haven't made any real progress so far."

The further Chen Nianen spoke, the lower his voice became. The last sentence sounded like a whisper rather than a whisper.

"Huh?" Yang Zheng drew out his nasal voice, signaling Chen Nian'en to say it again.

Chen Nianen bowed his head, remained silent, and his ears became redder.

Yang Zheng glanced at Chen Nianen suspiciously.

Chen Nianen's head was buried even lower, like a big quail.

Yang Zheng's house is in a contiguous villa area. The land was distributed relatively early, and the walls of several families have already shown signs of peeling.

The gate of the courtyard was opened, and Yang Zheng drove in.

Yang Jingcheng, who covered his face with a newspaper in the living room, got up and watched Chen Nianen get off the car through the window.

Mother Yang was busy with dinner, she came out to greet her when she heard the sound of the engine, the apron hadn't been taken off yet.

Chen Nianen was wearing a black hat, wrapped in a white down jacket, with a smile on his face.

Yang Jingcheng felt that this girl was good, and her first impression was good.

Yang Zheng didn't avoid suspicion, and entered the room next to Chen Nianen.Yang Jingcheng frowned, feeling that his daughter was too unreserved.

When Chen Niannianen and Yang Jingcheng greeted each other, Yang Jingcheng slightly nodded his head, appearing quite indifferent on the surface, and at those moments when Chen Nianen's gaze lowered, Yang Jingcheng's observing eyes were very willful.

He accepted Chen Nianen's gift and thanked him.

Seeing that his enthusiasm was not high, Chen Nianen was full of embarrassment, and couldn't help but look at Yang Zheng for help.

Yang Zheng understood, and dragged Chen Nianen to the kitchen.

After they left, Yang Jingcheng opened the small gift box, and the luxury gold stamped English came into view. The color of the tie was also Yang Jingcheng's favorite.

Yang Jing said sincerely: "This girl really took care."

In the kitchen, the range hood is very loud.Mother Yang is making sweet and sour pork ribs.Chen Nianen and Yang Zheng are helping to choose vegetables.

Chen Nianen started to pick and choose as usual, Yang Zheng slowly moved to her side, next to her, and taught her how to choose vegetables.

Chen Nianen was even more embarrassing, always felt that Yang's mother was secretly looking at her - he couldn't speak, he couldn't cook.

Chen Nianen felt that he was doomed, and Yang Zheng's parents would probably persuade Yang Zheng to separate from her as soon as he left.

This sad and nervous, Chen Nianen even lost the core of the cabbage, Yang Zheng's right arm rubbed against her left arm, Chen Nianen came back to his senses.

While Yang's mother was serving dishes, Yang Zheng and Chen Nianen whispered.

"What's the matter, are you absent-minded?" Yang Zheng's eyes were full of worry.

Chen Nianen hesitated to speak: "Your father...doesn't he like me?"

Yang Zheng thinks that Chen Nianen's expression is very cute now, with a little entanglement, a little hesitation, a little frustration... There is also a little grievance in his eyes.

Yang Zheng really wanted to touch her head, but unfortunately her hands were stained with vegetable juice.

"My dad likes you." Yang Zheng said, "He just loves taking Joe."

"The day I returned to China, he sat at the door and waited for me until it was dark." Yang Zheng was immersed in the memory, his eyes were very soft, "He just likes to pretend to be with newspapers, and he even wears glasses. He has a good appearance."

Chen Nian'en watched Yang Zheng's eyes fall on the vegetable leaves, and his emotion was beyond words.

"It's so dark, how can you see clearly?"

"You say hello to him, and if he agrees, it's tantamount to approval." Yang Zheng turned his head to look at Chen Nianen, and Chen Nianen also looked down at her, so close that the mole on Yang Zheng's eyebrow was clearly visible.

Chen Nianen took out another cabbage from the basket, peeled off the leaves, and threw it into the trash can.

Yang Zheng stopped her heartbroken: "Stop yelling at the cabbage, go serve the plate!"

Chen Nianen picked another vegetable leaf willfully, then clapped his hands and stood up.

Just two steps out, Chen Nianen turned around again and said, "Why didn't you see your brother?"

"Yang Sheng is in the third year of high school, and he doesn't finish his self-study until 10:30." Yang Zheng looked up at her.

Chen Nianen felt a little sorry for his fan brother-in-law.

Chen Nianen was not quite used to the dining habits of the Yang family.

There was a large table full of dishes, and the whole family ate without making any sound.

Chen Nianen felt very depressed, looked up at Yang Zheng, then looked down at the dishes on the plate, and finally poked the broccoli twice with chopsticks.

Chen Nian'en dialed twice more, feeling that he was not concentrating on eating like this, and might leave a bad impression on Mother Yang, so he felt bored.

Yang Zheng made an exception and gave her a piece of ribs, and Father Yang also watched her movements.

Chen Nianen was ashamed, eating pork ribs, feeling a little sweet in his heart.

After dinner, I have time to talk a few words.Father Yang simply asked a few words about the situation without expressing any opinion.

Yang Zheng led Chen Nianen upstairs, away from Yang's father and Yang's mother.Chen Nianen relaxed a lot.

Compared with Shen Zishan's room, this room has more memories belonging to Yang Zheng.

There is Yang Zheng's diary on the shelf of the desk, which contains miscellaneous life insights of second-year middle school students and small fragments of daily life.

Chen Nianen looked at Yang Zheng with beseeching eyes, and Yang Zheng nodded.

The handwriting on the diary is pleasing to the eye, all in standard lowercase letters, rigorous, comfortable and neat.

Adolescent Yang Zheng has a delicate and sensitive mind. In her diary, there are flowers blooming on campus, warm words from teachers and classmates, and love from family members.

Yang Zheng has been good at writing since she was a child, and her diary looks more like a collection of young essays.

Chen Nianen turned to the end and saw an unusual page.

The font on this page is a bit random, and some words are blurred.

Yang Zheng was reading the notice from the school, with his head down, quiet and composed.

Chen Nianen turned back quietly and read the beginning, feeling very nervous.

"A Letter to Chen Nian"

Chen Nianen's heart tightened, and he looked up at Yang Zheng again.

If Yang Zheng felt something, his gaze converged with him.

Yang Zheng knew Chen Nian'en very well, and knew that she couldn't hide her emotions.Sometimes this woman looks calm and indifferent on the surface, but in reality she is very nervous.

Chen Nianen had this expression on the day he confessed his love to Yang Zheng—the surface was calm, and there was nothing unusual in his eyes, but his lips were tightly pursed, and his facial contours became clearer because he gritted his teeth.

Yang Zheng was puzzled, put away her phone and came to Chen Nianen.

Chen Nianen quickly turned the page, unable to hide his flustered expression.

"Bring it." Yang Zheng stood against the light, looking at Chen Nianen who was sitting on the bed.

The light is warm yellow, which softens the outline of Yang Zheng.The voice was soft, not threatening, not annoyed.

Chen Nianen surrendered obediently.

Yang Zheng flipped through "A Letter to Chen Nian" twice and came into view.

Chen Nian'en watched Yang Zheng's face quickly turn red, the pretty pink even dyed her neck red.

Yang Zheng felt that he was full of blood, and his eyes turned black.

Disgraceful and lost.

"You...how much have you watched..." Yang Zheng was rarely speechless.

"Look at the beginning." Chen Nianen said in a low voice.

"really?"

"I also watched a short section..."

"Where did you see it?" Yang Zheng felt that he was about to suffocate.

"It's hard to say these words. I'm really sad, Chen..." Chen Nianen observed Yang Zheng's face, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Enough..." Yang Zheng rested his forehead with his left hand, "I remembered, this was written by my senior year in high school."

Yang Zheng thought that the little blueprint that he recorded his relationship with the second grader in high school had been destroyed, and it was impossible for him to have such a humble and stupid record on the bookshelf, but he did not expect that Chen Nian'en found it today.

Actually, it's not a big deal, but Yang Zheng feels very ashamed.Especially when my secret love notes were seen by the current object.

"I thought I had destroyed everything..." Yang Zheng wanted to cry, "I didn't expect that there would be fish that slipped through the net."

Chen Nianen kept holding back his laughter, but now he couldn't hold back seeing Yang Zheng's expression.

When she smiled, Yang Zheng's face turned even redder.

Chen Nianen couldn't help hugging her, and comforted her with a smile: "It's okay, I haven't watched much."

Yang Zheng nestled into her arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Tear it up for me."

"These are all beautiful memories of youth, are you really willing to tear them up?"

"I've already burned a copy." Yang Zheng's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

Chen Nianen tried his best to suppress his smile, and reached out to reach for the notebook.

Yang Zheng snatched it, turned out the page, tore it up with a bang, and tore it three or four times before throwing it into the trash can, destroying the corpse and obliterating the traces.

Chen Nian'en watched her movements in one go, and dared not tell Yang Zheng that he had finished watching.

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Made it from [-] to [-]... still in yards, I will make up the lost progress!  …