It's okay, don't flirt!

Zheng Yuan was very moved by Ming Zhiyan, but after meeting him once, he never contacted her again. She felt that the other party probably didn't see her right, so she didn't want to make fun of herself.I ran into Ming Zhiyan's aunt today, and was moved by her nonsense. I really thought that Ming Zhiyan was just cold-tempered and passive.

She had peach blossoms on her face, and her eyes were expressive, "Long time no see."

Sangu dragged Zhou Yun to the side, knowingly pretending to be puzzled, she also walked over, "Come shopping with my mother today, we don't have much time, let's go first."

The third aunt walked like flying, came up and took Zheng Yuan by her side, "Isn't Yuanyuan the regional manager here, to go shopping with the aunts?"

Zhou Yun was on Ming Zhiyan's right, and Zheng Yuan was on his left. The third aunt took Zheng Yuan's left hand and pushed her towards Ming Zhiyan. The four of them would fill up the aisle of the shopping mall.

They walked in a mighty way, but no one spoke, and it was as cold as the twelfth lunar month.The third aunt was afraid that Zheng Yuan would be uncomfortable, so she had nothing to say, "Yuanyuan, what is your main job?"

Zheng Yuan pointed to the product display and the division of the store, explained them one by one, walked to the window, and said, "The window display design is also one of the tasks." It has been replaced with festive Christmas red.

Sangu walked to the window for a visit, with golden bells hanging on it, red velvet cloth on the booth, a product display near the glass, and a woodcut English brand in front of people - "MERRYCHRISTMAS".

"Oh, this booth is really well done, you work very hard."

Zheng Yuan said modestly: "I just finalized the plan, it's all for the designers and workers..."

Two eight or nine-year-old children ran and made trouble, pushing and shoving each other towards the gate of the mall.One accidentally bumped into the third aunt, and the third aunt lost her center of gravity. Seeing that she was about to fall into the booth, Zheng Yuan rushed to help her, but she also brought herself inside.

The two leaned on the edge of the booth with their waists leaning on their elbows. The third aunt knelt on her bones, frowning and baring her teeth, while Zheng Yuan's face was pale.

Zhou Yun and Mingzhiyan came to help her in a hurry. The third aunt rubbed her arms and got up. Mingzhiyan looked at Zheng Yuan. A long iron nail was inserted into her arm through the flannelette. The blood seeped out of her sleeve and wet her face Blockbuster.She bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears, and she gasped for breath.

Ming Zhiyan held her arm steady and calmed her down softly.

The security guard pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and came forward to deal with it. He cut the flannelette and saw that the nails were surplus materials left on the booth after construction. Although they were inserted deep, people could move them.Ming Zhiyan lifted Zheng Yuan up, helped her support her arms, and walked out of the shopping mall. Zhou Yun took the car and parked in front of the door to wait, and the four hurried to the hospital.

"Yanyan, take good care of Yuanyuan, and I will go to the orthopedics department with your aunt." Zhou Yun handed the key to Ming Zhiyan, helped her sister-in-law and left.The coat I just used to pad my arms had been forgotten in the car, so I had no choice but to hold the keys and walk to the surgery with Zheng Yuan's arm.

School is over.He was rigorous all day and couldn’t close his mouth from ear to ear. During class, the students stood together, greeted him, and then sang a happy birthday song to him. He was rigorous and surprised and happy, and sniffled, “It’s not in vain to hurt you, I don’t need to do my homework today! "

The students were also surprised and delighted, roaring happily.

"Save until tomorrow and write together."

The classroom is full of ghosts crying and howling wolves, what about human nature!

Yan Jing was having fun, stopped teasing them, and said with a smile: "I won't write anymore, just continue reading novels."

The experimental class erupted every half a minute, making the surrounding classes very terrified, and even the children who were sleeping in class were frightened by the shock and lost all sleepiness.

He rushed back to the dormitory after work, anxious to see what surprise his senior brother had prepared for him.He looked from room to room, and even opened the wardrobe door, but he didn't see anyone.Yan Jing sat at the dining table, propped his head, facing the door, and waited for the senior brother, wanting to see what big move he was holding back.

It was overcast all day, and after six o'clock, the rain finally fell. It was already dark early in late autumn, but now the sky looked darker.With his chin propped rigorously on the table, his complexion was also gloomy, and the corners of his mouth drooped at some point.

His eyes kept staring at the clock on the wall, even though he was tired of looking at it, he still couldn't control his eyes to look up, so he took off his glasses irritably, so that he couldn't see clearly.

Sitting blankly for a while, Yan Yan took out his mobile phone, wanting to ask where Ming Zhiyan was, but gave up after hesitating for a long time.If he has something to do, can he still be urged?If he doesn't have that affection, he must spend his birthday with him.

Yan Yan threw away his mobile phone, took an umbrella, didn't bother to put on his coat, and went downstairs, along the grassy stone brick path, all the way to the restaurant, his eyes were blurred, and he didn't know if the students who came and went greeted him. who.

"Sister, do you still have face?"

The night shift has been replaced by a younger staff member, still with a handful of green onions and two spoons of soup.But the meal is over, and there is not much noodles left, half and half, and it is not easy to pinch.Yan Yan picks up the noodles, and when he can't pick them up, he pouts and scolds the noodles. The noodles made by the machine are not good, and when he eats them, he scolds his senior in his heart, and his words don't count.

Knowing that Yan finally accompanied Zheng Yuan to heal her arm, she returned to the car and rushed to make a call, but there was always a busy tone and no one answered.

"I'm sorry, but I have to trouble you to take me home."

Ming Zhiyan drove out of the parking lot, "I should apologize, because my aunt hurt you." The third aunt and mother had already gone home, he sent Zheng Yuan off, and it shouldn't be too late to rush back.

The autumn rain was thin, the road was slippery, and the traffic was congested.The stop-and-go traffic made Ming Zhiyan feel agitated. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel unconsciously, and propped his other arm on the lower edge of the car window. Zheng Yuan looked sideways, with a rare expression of emotion on his unchanging cold face.

She asked carefully, "did I delay your business?"

Knowingly hiding his expression, he followed the moving traffic, "No, this way?"

After the topic changed, the two fell into speechless silence again.

When he arrived at the community, knowing that Yan would send her into the house, he turned around and was about to leave, but Zheng Yuan called him to stop.During the day of getting along, she could feel the attitude of knowing and speaking. He is indeed cold-tempered, but he is not a passive person who does not know how to communicate. He treats himself well and shows a distance.

"Am I not in your consideration?"

Ming Zhiyan looked at her, and then glanced around the house. The warm and cozy house was spotlessly cleaned. There were fresh lilies in the vase, and the clothes were hung neatly on the drying rack on the balcony.Everything is good, but, without the feeling of home, probably because there is no rigor.

He curled his lips and said "Sorry."

After a half-filled dinner, Yan Jing went back downstairs to the apartment with an umbrella in his hand. He raised his head to look, fearing that he might have made a mistake, then backed away, leaned back, and stretched his neck. The top floor was still pitch black.He lowered his head, and the light in his eyes seemed to be drawn away.

He strolled around the campus. In the teaching building, the sophomores and seniors were still studying at night, and the lights were brightly lit.He walked around the building twice, then went to the second-grade building, opened the door and answered questions for the students. It's all right.

Everyone left, and there was only one serious person left in the classroom. He sat on the lectern and swayed his legs, holding chalk in his hand and leaning forward to scribble on the blackboard.The security guards who were patrolling downstairs saw that the classroom lights were still on, so they came up to check on the situation.

Yan Jing heard the voice, put down the chalk, took his umbrella, and slipped out through the back door.When the security guard entered the classroom and turned off the lights, he squinted and saw a few large characters on the blackboard—Breach of faith and clear words.

The teaching building finally fell into darkness and silence. At this moment, the dormitory area was lit up with patches of light, and every room was full of predictable laughter.

The neck can't support the head, the eyes can't see the road clearly, stepping on the stagnant water rigorously, regardless of the muddy water splashing, walked to the apartment.

The key was inserted into the lock, turned once, and then again, and the locked door opened with a click, but the strict heart felt sore as if it had been twisted.He went back to the bedroom through the darkened room, got into bed, and fell asleep.But the ears are propped up, paying attention to the movement outside the house.

Ming Zhiyan returned home, turned on the light, put the cake on the dining table, picked up the strict mobile phone and glasses, walked to the closed bedroom, and gently knocked on the door, "Sleeping?"

Rigorously turned over and faced the wall without answering.

The door was pushed open, Ming Zhiyan walked to the bedside and called his name, but did not respond rigorously.

He bent down and moved closer, "Yan Yan?"

It was still the motionless back that answered him.Ming Zhiyan put his phone and glasses beside the pillow, whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry." Then he sighed helplessly, closed the door and left.

Yan Jing's nose was sore, originally he was angry at him for breaking his promise, but now he felt wronged, and his blurred vision became even more blurred.It's not necessary to have a birthday, even if it's not, there is no difference between today and the past, and it's over when it's over.Why do you have to agree, and you will be happy for nothing.Why do you have to apologize, let people have reason to feel wronged...

The next day, I woke up rigorously before the alarm clock rang. To be precise, I woke up hungry.

He got up to look for food, saw the cake on the dining table, opened the box with his hands, and ate it with a fork.

Knowing that Yan also got up surprisingly early, he came out with his coat on and sat opposite Yan Yan, "Happy birthday."

Rigorously swayed with one foot, stepped on the chair with one foot bent, and put his arms on his knees. With a glance, he knew that he was not polite when talking to the treacherous villain. I'm full, now I'm full."

Ming Zhiyan also took a fork, cut a bit of cake, and brought it to his mouth, "I sent someone to the hospital yesterday, and I wasted time."

Biting his fork rigorously and nodding, he didn't care about the calm, he couldn't pretend, he just wasn't happy when he was let go!Fortunately, he still thinks that senior brother is the most reliable!

The accusation was written all over the face with cream hanging on it, and the eyes that would be shaky even without glasses now gathered a lot of unhappiness. He handed him a piece of paper knowingly, and said, "I'm sorry."

When I heard this, I was full of grievances and couldn't let go.He put down the fork, lowered his eyes, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm full, go back and sleep."

Ming Zhiyan followed him, walked to the door, saw the man tucked into the bed with his head wrapped in a quilt, and said, "I'll help you through today."

Rigorously ignoring him, he called people kindly again, "Yan Yan?"

What the hell is this name?Exactly the same as his nickname?

Yan Jing poked his head out from under the quilt, annoyed: "How can there be time, I promised to answer questions for people in the evening self-study!"