Don't fall in love with the professor

The store they entered was fairly large, with more than [-] square tables in the hall. It was meal time and business was booming, and most of the seats were full.

As soon as the two of them sat down, a waiter wearing a headscarf came over and asked them what they wanted to eat in not-so-standard Mandarin.

Zhong Kexing glanced at the colorful menu on the wall, and said decisively, "A bowl of beef noodles."

The waiter yelled at the back kitchen, then turned to look at Jiang Xiaocheng.

How to eat a bowl of beef noodles tall?

Jiang Xiaocheng pondered over the menu and asked Zhong Kexing:

"Do you eat fried eggs?" That counts as a snack.

There is nothing wrong with it, Zhong Kexing nodded.

"Where's the beef?" It's a big meat.

Zhong Kexing nodded again.

"Another order of coleslaw tomatoes?" That counts as a salad.

Zhong Kexing nodded again.

"Cabbage Tofu Soup—"

Zhong Kexing interrupted him, "This is fine, there are only two of us, we can't finish it."

Even if you order all the food on the menu, it is not worth the price of a French meal.

Jiang Xiaocheng calculated more and more, and finally gave up.

There is no violin player in the small street shop, but the diners around are eating noodles very loudly, coupled with the TV broadcasting the news overhead, and the occasional coughing sound from everywhere, this meal can be regarded as an accompaniment.

Zhong Kexing took the last mouthful of noodles, took out a tissue, wiped his mouth, folded it neatly in half, put it on the table, and asked:

"When will we meet next time?"

Jiang Xiaocheng swallowed the beef hastily, "Next time?"

"Well," Zhong Kexing said in a reflective tone, "I thought about it, the reason why the two dates are so long is because they didn't plan ahead."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head to look at Jiang Xiaocheng, probably looking for approval.

Just eating a bowl of noodles together, Mr. Zhong actually calls it a date...

Jiang Xiaocheng completely missed the point, and didn't know what he wanted to express, so he asked hesitantly: "So..."

"So," Zhong Kexing proposed a plan, "I want to set a time for the next date every time I have a date. If there is something urgent, we can discuss and postpone the date. Is this okay?"

He said "date" on the left and "date" on the right, and he said it in a serious manner, Jiang Xiaocheng was a little embarrassed, so he had to say: "Yes."

That's a consensus.

Zhong Kexing asked, "Then when do you have time next week?"

"Next week..." Jiang Xiaocheng thought for a while and said, "The manager of the headquarters is coming on Monday. On Tuesday... there is a project proposal, and I may have to work overtime. Wednesday... Wednesday night is fine, even after Wednesday."

"Not on Wednesday," Zhong Kexing looked embarrassed, "I'm going on a business trip on Wednesday, and I'll be back on Thursday."

Jiang Xiaocheng thought about it, "I'm sure I need to rest when I come back from a business trip, even if it's not on Thursday, so it's better to have it on Friday, can I?"

Zhong Kexing also agreed, "Okay, then on Friday, I will pick you up after get off work in the evening."

On Friday night, Zhong Kexing waited for him downstairs in Jiang Xiaocheng's company as agreed, but unexpectedly, he waited for an hour.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jiang Xiaocheng hurried over, opened the car door, and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

He ran all the way down, his voice panting, "Wait a minute, the department has a temporary meeting."

"It doesn't matter, you can also handle work in the car," Zhong Kexing turned off the computer and asked, "Is it still a Xingyao Home Textile project?"

Jiang Xiaocheng mentioned something to him during the chat before, but he didn't expect him to remember it, so he couldn't help being stunned.

Nodding his head, he said, "Yes, a link in the plan needs to be revised."

Pull the seat belt buckle sideways and ask, "Where do we go next?"

Zhong Kexing handed him a ticket, raised his wrist again, and said, "I was going to have dinner first, and then go to the dance drama, but I'm afraid it's too late now."

Jiang Xiaocheng took it, glanced at it, and began to count the time.

"Start at 07:30, enter the venue 30 minutes earlier... Then let's go to the dance drama first, the theater is not too far from here, we can definitely catch up if we start now, and we can eat after watching."

"Then aren't you hungry?"

Because of Jiang Xiaocheng's incident, the plan was disrupted, and he felt very sorry, "I'm fine, are you hungry? Oh... I seem to have something to eat here."

He opened the backpack and rummaged through it, only to find a piece of chocolate.

"Well, here it is."

Jiang Xiaocheng regretted it 10 minutes after the dance drama started.

At noon, I was busy sorting out materials, and I didn't even eat a few bites of the takeaway I ordered. I was waiting for a big meal in the evening to replenish my energy, but it was delayed because of work.

My stomach seemed to be shriveled into a leaky ball, sour and stuffy, and I wanted to find something to fill it up quickly.

Jiang Xiaocheng straightened his body, took a deep breath secretly, and poured air into his stomach, hoping that by doing so, he could trick his brain into giving him the illusion of being full.

Then turn your attention to the stage ahead.

This is Jiang Xiaocheng's first visit to the Hangning Grand Theatre, the first time to enter an opera hall, and the first time to watch a dance drama.

The scenery on the stage is exquisite, the props are exquisite, and the light and shadow are also beautiful.Actors in all kinds of costumes walk in it like flowing water, every frown, smile, every movement seems to be polished thousands of times, accompanied by sometimes high and sometimes low music, it is very impactful.

Jiang Xiaocheng tried very hard to guess what story it was telling, but his appreciation ability was only enough to admire the actor's graceful dancing posture and silky smooth movements.

Silky smooth... Didn't you find a piece of chocolate out of the bag just now?In the spirit of selfless dedication, I gave it to Mr. Zhong, but Mr. Zhong didn't eat it, but put it in the lining of his suit jacket.

How about getting it back now?

Jiang Xiaocheng turned his head to look at Zhong Kexing.

Forget it, Mr. Zhong is so devoted to watching it, it is not easy to disturb him, and how can he return what he gave away?

If I had known this earlier, I should have eaten a few more mouthfuls at noon.

He was hungry, so he lost the mood to enjoy the dance drama. Although his eyes were fixed on the front, his thoughts had already wandered thousands of miles away.

After a while, the upper and lower eyelids began to fight, all the colorful lights in the field of vision turned into blurred spots, and the sound of musical instruments entered the brain, making a sticky paste.

Zhong Kexing felt his body sink on the right side, and something leaned against it lightly.Turning his head to look, it turned out that Jiang Xiaocheng was stuck on his shoulder and fell asleep.

The muscles of the right half of the body seemed to have received some signal at the same time, and they became stiff and did not dare to move.

Looking down slightly, at this angle, you can just see Jiang Xiaocheng's hairy head and straight nose. He slept deeply, and his body rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

Zhong Kexing looked at it silently for a while, then slowly turned his head back, his eyes casually swept over the suit jacket hanging on his left elbow, and he was determined.

The air-conditioning in the opera hall is turned on fully, so if I fall asleep like this, I'm afraid I'll catch a cold.

Touching the collar of the jacket with his hand, he shook it off gently, and carefully put it on Jiang Xiaocheng's body.

After an unknown amount of time, there was thunderous applause in the pool seat, Jiang Xiaocheng's head fell downward, and he woke up from the dream.

Drowsy eyes looked at the stage, where the actors were standing in rows and bowing to the bottom.

Something slipped from the upper body to the legs, and fell to the ground again. Jiang Xiaocheng bent down to pick it up, only to realize that it was a coat, which was still warm.

He immediately understood what was going on, and the air against his face was a little hot.

"You wear it, it's windy outside." Zhong Kexing said.

"No," Jiang Xiaocheng refused, "No, it's not cold."

"Okay then," Zhong Kexing took the clothes, stood up, and said naturally, "Shall we go to eat now?"

Jiang Xiaocheng discovered that no matter how embarrassing things he did, Mr. Zhong could act like nothing happened.

This time, Zhong Kexing took Jiang Xiaocheng to a restaurant with a Jiangnan flavor.

The transparent light bulb emits warm yellow light, making the room rustic and quiet.

Zhong Kexing pushed his glasses and handed the menu to Jiang Xiaocheng.

"I read on the Internet that these dishes are highly rated. Do you think it's okay? Or order something else? Are there any taboos?"

"I'm fine, I can eat anything."

Jiang Xiaocheng glanced at the menu hastily, and said, "Yes."

The waiter standing on the side reminded: "Red Shrimp comes in two flavors, spicy and non-spicy. Which flavor do you two want to order?"

"Not spicy."

"Spicy."

The waiter looked at Zhong Kexing and Jiang Xiaocheng, as if waiting for them to make a new decision.

Zhong Kexing asked, "Do you like spicy food?"

Jiang Xiaocheng not only likes spicy food, but he doesn't like spicy food from Zhong Kexing's tone.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay if it's not spicy."

Turning to the waiter, he said, "Let's make it less spicy."

After ordering, Zhong Kexing went outside to answer the phone, and Jiang Xiaocheng sat down and waited for him.

I was looking at the billboards standing on the square log table boredly, when I suddenly heard a female voice coming from the side.

"Listen to what my mother said, the concepts and habits are inconsistent, and there is no way to live together."

Jiang Xiaocheng raised his ears and followed the sound.

Sitting diagonally opposite are two ladies, the older one wears black square-frame glasses, looks intellectual and arrogant, opposite her is a girl in her 20s, with long straight hair tied back, It was tied with a black rubber band, and the white knitted dress set off the temperament of a good girl.

From the conversation, they should be a mother-daughter relationship.

The daughter looked hesitant and said, "Is there no other way?"

"Oh, why haven't you understood!" Mom tapped her finger on the table, as if angry at her uselessness.

Take a deep breath.

After a while, I probably calmed down, and changed my tone of earnestness: "Mom told you the truth, today's matter is not as simple as whether you should drink freshly ground coffee, it reflects your different family environments , different education received.”

"How did I train you? When you were five years old, a room was filled with educational toys and picture books. When you were older, I would enroll you in piano classes, art classes, literature classes... to accompany you on weekends. Go to science and technology museums, zoos, and study trips during winter and summer vacations... Who are the elders you contacted? Who are your friends?"

"Look at him again. His parents don't have a junior high school education, and he lives in such a small place. What kind of family environment does he have? What kind of education did he receive since he was a child? Who are he in contact with?"

"Don't think that my mother said that he is looking down on him. In fact, my mother thinks that it is really not easy for this young man to come to this day on his own. He is very good and capable. It is very good to live together, the most important thing is to have the same living habits and the same point of view when looking at things."

"He argues with you today whether to drink freshly ground coffee, tomorrow he may argue with you whether to buy a dishwasher, and he will argue with you about how to educate children in the future."

"But if we disagree, we can discuss it openly and listen to whoever is right, isn't that all right?" the daughter argued.

"You are wrong again. When two people are together, it is the most difficult to tell right from wrong. Take freshly ground coffee as an example. You like to drink it because it tastes good and has a strong taste, but what does he think? Spending tens of dollars for a cup of coffee , It’s a waste of money, it’s better to buy pork ribs and make a big lunch for the family.

"Tell me, who is right and who is wrong?"

"Furthermore, the formation of concepts and habits does not happen overnight. How confident, how patient, and how capable do you have to adapt?"

The daughter's expression is a little loose, she should be persuaded.

"What now?"

Mom put the water glass down and made a soft sound.

"Of course it's a quick cut. Everyone's time is precious. It's good for you and him to separate early."

"Listen to mom, mom is from here."