Don't fall in love with the professor

The road is no longer crowded in the middle of the night, the car drives forward quickly, and the lampposts standing on both sides of the road quickly recede, leaving orange afterimages in the eyes.

The strong dizziness plunged Jiang Xiaocheng into darkness, his body drifted as if he was not grounded, as if he was in a dream without landing, he leaned on Shao Lang's shoulder and said a word softly.

Shao Lang turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Huh? What's the matter?"

He moved to Jiang Xiaocheng's lips to listen again.

"Thirsty, very thirsty."

Shao Lang looked left and right, leaned forward again, and asked, "Master, is there any water?"

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

He took out a bottle of mineral water from the box on the passenger seat, chuckled honestly and said, "If this person drinks too much, he will get thirsty easily."

Shao Lang thanked him, unscrewed the lid, and fed water to Jiang Xiaocheng little by little.

Stare at his brows and eyes in the moonlight.

At that time, Shao Lang was the president of the student union, responsible for the freshman welcome procedures, sitting in the tent, repeating the same words over and over again, answering every question formulaically, no matter how patient he was, he couldn't help feeling irritable .

At this time, Shao Lang raised his head from the pile of documents, and met Jiang Xiaocheng's clear eyes.

A year later, this person doesn't seem to have changed much, and one can't help being close and loving.

His eyes moved down and touched the wet lips. Shao Lang raised his hand, trying to wipe off the water stains from the corners of his mouth, when he suddenly noticed that the driver in the front row was frequently looking at the rearview mirror.

He lowered his arms silently.

Suddenly, the phone in Jiang Xiaocheng's pocket rang.

Zhong Kexing has always had a keen intuition, so when he heard an unfamiliar voice from the other side of the phone asking who he was, he answered without hesitation and lied.

"I'm Xiaocheng's lover."

"No, the lease has been withdrawn, and now I live with me, my address is..."

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the community, and when Zhong Kexing saw the man holding Jiang Xiaocheng, he knew that his intuition was almost the same.

"Sorry, I didn't know that Xiaocheng had moved. I also ran into him at the entrance of the restaurant by chance. He drank a lot of wine, and there was only one female colleague by his side."

Shao Lang had the friendly and gentle look when he first met a stranger, every word he uttered was the truth, but the taste changed when he connected it, as if he was secretly accusing someone.

Zhong Kexing heard it, and also noticed that Shao Lang held Jiang Xiaocheng's waist, and Jiang Xiaocheng buried his head heavily on his shoulder.

Before he could think of what to say to fight back, Zhong Kexing's body had already made a decision for his brain - strode over and dragged Jiang Xiaocheng away from Shao Lang's side.

Jiang Xiaocheng, who was wrapped in the silent gunpowder, didn't know about it. He only felt that his wrist was being pulled and hurt.He was so uncomfortable that he groaned, hugged the neck of the person beside him unconsciously, and after feeling the warm body temperature, he rubbed his face comfortably.

Zhong Kexing's face softened visibly with the naked eye, and at the same time Shao Lang's eyes darkened slightly.

Tensions.

In just a few seconds, Shao Lang regained his gentle expression, and said: "I haven't made an introduction yet. My name is Shao Lang. I'm Xiaocheng's senior. We have known each other since Xiaocheng was freshman."

Zhong Kexing said: "My name is Zhong Kexing, I have known Xiaocheng for three months and 21 days, and now I am his lover."

Under the influence of his family, Shao Lang has acquired the ability to observe words and emotions since he was a child. He is also good at speaking and understanding human relationships. He can use a few words to win the support and trust of leaders, and he can also inadvertently stir up conflicts and suspicions among colleagues. .

But in front of Zhong Kexing, it seems that they are useless.

He heard the man say in a calm tone: "Please send him back."

Shao Lang tilted his head and glanced at the distance, as if he didn't see anything in his eyes, then turned around and said with a half-smile:

"You're welcome."

After a pause, he continued, "Xiaocheng likes to hug people when he's drunk. Just now...don't mind, the weather is so cold and he has stood in the wind for so long. I hope you can cook him a bowl of ginger syrup when you go back."

Turning around to leave, it seemed as if he suddenly remembered something, oh.

"By the way, there is no need to return this scarf. It was originally given to me by Xiaocheng, and now it is considered to be returned to the original owner."

"It's an honor to meet you, goodbye."

Zhong Kexing looked at Shao Lang's back, pressed his thumb on the joint of his index finger, and slowly tightened his fist.

Jiang Xiaocheng's chest rose and fell regularly with his breathing, and he was really asleep. Zhong Kexing put his right hand on the crook of his leg and gently picked him up.

Because I was in a hurry, I didn't bother to turn off the lights. The living room, kitchen, and bedroom were all brightly lit, and the silence was a little scary.Zou Zhan came out to greet him joyfully, but the aura from his master made him take a few steps back—it had never seen Zhong Kexing like this before.

Looking to watch Zhong Kexing gently put Jiang Xiaocheng on the sofa, and then watched him help Jiang Xiaocheng take off his shoes, and then sat aside, watching Jiang Xiaocheng motionless.

Time passed bit by bit, just when Zhao Zhan was about to lie down in boredom, Zhong Kexing stood up suddenly, it was startled, and hurriedly made way for him, watching his back disappear into the kitchen.

"If you put this ginger in a bag and leave it alone, it will dry out and become unusable in two days. I learned a method on the Internet. First, put it in a ventilated place to dry for half a day, then wrap it tightly with plastic wrap, and refrigerate it. gone."

The red and blue tongue of fire gently licked the bottom of the pot, and fine bubbles gradually appeared in the water. Zhong Kexing opened the refrigerator door, found the ginger that was not used up last time, tore off the outer plastic wrap, and sliced ​​it on the chopping board.

The blade touched the chopping board, making a rhythmic heavy sound.

For the first time, Zhong Kexing discovered that he didn't know Jiang Xiaocheng at all.

What kind of environment did Jiang Xiaocheng grow up in?What embarrassing things happened as a child?What jokes did you make?What grievances have you suffered?What unforgettable things have you experienced?When did you discover your sexuality?Who is best friend?Has anyone ever liked him, or has he ever liked anyone?

Has anyone ever liked him, or has he ever liked anyone?

The boiling water wobbled and bubbled with the ginger slices on it.

Regarding this question, Zhong Kexing never took the initiative to ask. He has always adhered to the view of grasping the present, and he feels that the past is the past, so there is no need to worry too much about it.

But today, when he saw Shao Lang, he realized that he had misjudged himself.

Not only caring, but jealous.

The heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and the flesh and blood kneaded together at different angles, squeezing out an indescribable pain.

He was jealous that another person participated in Jiang Xiaocheng's life in the days when he didn't exist.

He was jealous that Jiang Xiaocheng bought him a scarf as a gift.

Jealous of that person who used to accompany the drunk Jiang Xiaocheng.

In addition to being full of maddening jealousy, there is also a deep sense of anxiety and panic.

Does he like me?

Do you really like it, or do you think it's appropriate?Or is it just that you are afraid of hurting my heart, so you compromise yourself?

After all, he always said "I can do anything", "it's okay", "it doesn't matter".

After all, he had rejected himself that midsummer night by the dark lake.

The ginger syrup in the bowl was slightly hot. Zhong Kexing tested the temperature with the back of his hand, and it was no longer hot.

He picked up the bowl and walked towards the living room step by step.

It's like two people who didn't know each other before, looking at each other from a distance, and getting closer to each other step by step.

After creating so many opportunities and making so many arrangements, after all, you feel that you are already very close, and suddenly, a huge sense of strangeness hits your face again.

Powerless.

Zhong Kexing sat down beside Jiang Xiaocheng. He thought he should wake him up. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound—jealousy made it difficult to speak.

I had to pat his chest lightly.

Jiang Xiaocheng hummed heavily, stretched out his hand and tugged at the tie, his brows were slightly wrinkled, looking very uncomfortable.

Zhong Kexing looked at him, and for some reason, his heart suddenly softened.

Those jealousy, those anxiety, those panic, like water droplets suddenly exposed to the scorching sun, suddenly dissipated.

So what if they met earlier?What about exchanging gifts?What about drinking together?Now he is Jiang Xiaocheng's lover. They have known each other for three months and 21 days, and they will always be together in the future.

Zhong Kexing put down the bowl, leaned forward, loosened his tie, and undid two buttons.

He said softly, "Do you want some water?"

Jiang Xiaocheng, who was in deep chaos, really heard it. He uttered half-asleep and half-awake dreams, propped his hands on the sofa, and struggled to get up.

Zhong Kexing supported him with one hand, picked up the bowl with the other, and fed it to him.

Gudong Gudong, Jiang Xiaocheng drank very fast, he was really thirsty.

The water has a slightly spicy and sweet taste, and it flows into the stomach warmly, warming up the whole body.

Let your body sink into the sofa, mumbling something.

Zhong Kexing bowed his head, put his ear close to his lips, and asked, "What?"

"Well... so sleepy."

Zhong Kexing's eyes were full of tenderness, he held his hand hanging on the sofa, and rubbed his thumb gently.

After a while, he said, "Sleep if you are sleepy."

Jiang Xiaocheng responded, moved his body, and changed into a comfortable position.

A sudden bell rang through the living room, looking for someone to stand up, glance at the coffee table, and nestle back into the cushion.

Zhong Kexing picked up the phone and was about to press to hang up, but when he saw the name on the screen, he froze suddenly.

Chen Zhe...Chen Zhe...he remembered this name, Chen Hao's younger brother, a real estate agent.

Intuition worked again, Zhong Kexing's heart sank heavily, he swipe to the right, and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello? Xiaocheng, you told me about finding a house a few days ago, and it's already done."

"My colleague has two housing listings, which are quite good. One is in Songjiang District. Although it is far away from your company, it is close to the subway entrance and has convenient transportation; the other is in the city center, but it is an old community."

"Which one do you think is better? When will you have time to check it out? Can I push my colleague's WeChat to you?"

"Hello? Hello? Is the signal bad..."

"Hey? What's going on with this phone..."

The author has something to say: Zhong Kexing: I am Xiaocheng's lover, thank you!

Shao Lang: ...you really pissed me off.

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