[Ultraman] Breeder

After returning from Wushui Town, Shencheng has entered a long rainy season.Most of the winter rain in the south is accompanied by snow and biting cold wind, which hurts the face like a knife.

Whether it is a worker or a student, what I hate the most is the early winter, which is so cold that people feel chilling.The only thing worth looking forward to is probably the coming Christmas Eve and Christmas.

There were still 10 minutes before the end of the get out of class, Chen Shiqian looked at the heads below who couldn't help poking out the window, and simply stopped lecturing, closed the book, and announced the end of the get out of class.

In the last class before the festival, the teacher's not delaying the class was already the greatest gift to the students. Hearing that Chen Shiqian dismissed get out of class early, there was an instant uproar in the audience, and everyone rushed to the door.

No matter which season it is, the school is the most vibrant.Young and energetic lives are blooming unscrupulously in the cold winter, beautiful and public.

Sang Jiu walked on the campus, couldn't help feeling that it's better to be a student.

At the stairs closest to the classroom, a slender figure appeared in her sight.The flat ironed black coat set him off even higher, and his demeanor was cold, making him appear more mature and stable among the young students.

It stands to reason that once a person looks at something for a long time, they will experience aesthetic fatigue or immunity, but every time she sees Chen Shiqian's face, she still can't help her heart beat faster.

Sure enough, some people even prefer God.

"Professor Chen."

See, sometimes God doesn't favor just one person.

Sang Jiu curled up the corner of his mouth first and waved at him.

The cloudy and rainy days finally cleared up on Christmas Eve, the afterglow of the setting sun became her background board, the curly hair scattered behind her ears was covered with a layer of soft light, and there was an indelible tenderness in her clear and shallow smile.

The sun is warm in winter, and the beauties are in love.

Everyone can't help but stop for the beauties, even if they miss the scheduled date.

"How did you come?"

Chen Shiqian walked towards her.

Sang Jiu had an expected expression, and reminded him unhurriedly: "Didn't you agree to leave time for me on Christmas Eve."

After she reminded him, Chen Shiqian remembered what was going on, and when he was about to ask what to do, he felt a force from his back pushing him forward.

"Professor Chen, it will be dark if the ink remains."

As night falls, the lights of the city are lit up. Living in an era of involution, festivals are a rare opportunity for contemporary people to release pressure. Every corner of the street is filled with festive atmosphere, and shopping malls also respond to the trend of young people. There is a Christmas tree and a cute Santa Claus at the door.

Compared with the lively festivals, what impressed Chen Shiqian the most during his long study abroad career was the continuous rainy weather in London and the group assignments that could not be finished even if he stayed up late every day.

In the past, there were only holidays because of the complicated studies, and secondly because of boredom.But at this moment, following Sang Jiu aimlessly running around in the street, it feels nonsensical and romantic.

Chen Shiqian was amused by his absurd idea.

Probably because I have been dizzy from preparing lessons recently.

But in the next few minutes, he could really see that Miss Sang, the man of Shanghai in front of him, had nothing to do with romance.

It's not scary to meet acquaintances in restaurants, but it's scary to meet wild dogs barking at people.

The two followed the waiter who came to receive them up the stairs, and the strong aroma of wine wafted from the simple and elegantly decorated aisle.

"Hey, isn't this the famous Mr. Sang?"

The aroma of the wine was blocked, and the next second there was a choking smell of smoke in the air, making Sang Jiu frowned.

The visitor came in a suit and leather shoes, reeking of alcohol, looked at the person next to her, and then made a flirtatious joke: "President Sang's side is changing people much faster than me," he burped and patted Chen Shi "Brother, don't blame me for not reminding you, there are plenty of fish in this woman's pond!"

"Ah."

In the next second, a cold and sarcastic voice entered Chen Shiqian's ears.

"No matter how many fish I have, I can't compare to Mr. Zhao's pond full of fish eggs!"

As if it wasn't enough, she then said, "I don't know if Miss Sheng is worried or happy about being a mother as soon as she gets married into the Zhao family?"

Originally, Sang Jiu was in a good mood today, but someone wanted to hit her with a gun.

Let's see who gets disgusted first!

Sang Jiu Wuxia cared about him again, taking advantage of the gap to go up.

She can't blame her for today's incident. The person who caused the trouble was one of Sangjiu's many suitors. With his fairly good family background, he took it for granted that the other party must be him. If you feel sorry, you will spread her dissatisfaction and play with feelings everywhere.

Normally, Sang Jiu didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but now she didn't want Chen Shiqian to misunderstand her.

Especially today is his birthday.

But the other party didn't seem to be affected in any way, and he leisurely enjoyed the river view outside the window, as if the scene just now was an inconspicuous little scene in his life.

Sang Jiu thought of a popular sentence on the Internet——

I'm just a passerby passing by in your food stall.

But right now, the passer-by is out of breath, and all the food and wine can't reach her eyes.

Sang Jiu is really angry, it is obvious that today is to celebrate his birthday, but he is willing to be blind.He was angry with himself, knowing that he had such a personality, but he rushed to be courteous.

No wonder Yu Qing would scold her for not living up to her expectations over the phone.

Downstairs babbling and singing incomprehensible operas, upstairs quietly eating irrelevant meals, this Christmas Eve can be regarded as a peaceful one.

When it was about to end, Sang Jiu went to the bathroom, and when he came back halfway, he heard a few waiters chatting and gossiping in low voices.

"This Mr. Zhao likes fish so much, he actually ordered all the fish in the store at once."

"Isn't it? I heard that I vomited. I really don't understand these rich people!"

A whole table of fish.

Luckily he figured it out.

When Sang Jiu returned to the box, the instigator was drinking tea with a happy expression.

She was in a good mood, stepped forward and teased, "I guess being Professor Chen's student must be miserable."

Hearing this, Chen Shiqian raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"Continuous tricks, surprises, and finally killed by surprise."

The summary is in place.

Chen Shiqian was noncommittal, nodded and got up: "The play is over, let's go."

"Wait," Sang Jiu stopped in front of him first, "Others have finished watching their play, and our play has just begun."

Chen Shiqian was puzzled.

In the next second, the waiter removed the plates from the table and replaced them with new ones, and then brought a bowl of steaming longevity noodles to him.

"I guess you shouldn't eat sweets, so I asked them to make you a bowl of noodles."

"Professor Chen, happy birthday."

Sang Jiu looked at him with a serious expression he had never had before.

The heat kept rising upwards, penetrating into Chen Shiqian's skin bit by bit, and the energy in a certain part of the body seemed to be pulled, spreading all the way to his chest.

His wrist was suddenly surrounded by a wave of warmth, and he looked down to see that Sang Jiu was holding a string of chains around his hands.

The dark brown walnut wood beads are strung together by a thin red rope. Each bead is polished smooth and flat, with a faint hint of sandalwood on it.

A dark color suddenly appeared on the cold white skin, and the extreme black and pure white formed a sharp contrast.

Sang Jiu nodded in satisfaction, "That's right."

Looking up and seeing Chen Shiqian looking at him, he smiled and said, "Professor Chen, you won't be moved by me, will you?"

In the past 28 years, Chen Shiqian has celebrated his birthday as many times as he can count on one hand. In the past, no one celebrated it, but later he felt it was unnecessary.As time passed, he almost forgot this feeling.

He looked at Sang Jiu, his eyes went from being indifferent at first to complicated and finally calm again.What the person in front of him didn't know was that in just a few seconds, she almost completely shattered his life of the past 28 years.

Light snow drifted outside the window again, and a tree fell in pieces.

Chen Shiqian's voice returned to its usual coldness.

"Sang Jiu, actually you don't have to do this."

The old radio downstairs sang intermittently:

"You are not a good man, it is useless to be sad"

......

"But, Professor Chen, can't you see that I'm chasing you?"

The snow outside is getting heavier and heavier, but it can't stop people from celebrating the festival at all. The drone performance on Linjiang is getting more and more noisy.

"I am a person who is more proud than everything else. There is no doubt that I like you. I don't like to be twitchy, and I don't like to guess. In the past few months with you, I don't believe you can't see Come out. And you don't hate or even reject my approach, so, can I understand that you are also so resistant to me?"

Sang Jiu looked straight at him, his eyes open and without any concealment.

Just like when I glanced at Jiang's banquet.

Be confident.

Frankly speaking, the appearance of Sangjiu created a crack in Chen Shiqian's peaceful life, like a beam of light suddenly obtained by a person who has been walking in darkness all year round.

But having light or not having light is the same to a blind man.

After a long time, he raised his head, his calm eyes were stained with a bit of hurtful coldness.

In the next second, Sang Jiu heard him say:

"Miss Sang, stop trying to move forward."