Don't fall in love with the professor

The 24-year-old Jiang Xiaocheng finally tasted the bitter fruit of love. He didn't know how to get back to the company, and he sat at his desk all afternoon in a daze.

He probably made some spreadsheets and checked some data. He felt that his movements of operating the computer became sluggish, like a slow-moving movie. He slowly typed the formula into the box and pressed Enter slowly. A warning popped up on the screen, and he reacted slowly, knowing where he made a mistake.

The colleague next door said happily that he was off work, Jiang Xiaocheng glanced at the lower right corner of the screen, followed everyone to pack up and leave.

It was supposed to be half an hour's journey, but it was abruptly dragged into an hour. Jiang Xiaocheng returned home and lay down on the sofa, not wanting to say or do anything. A pot of sticky paste boiled in his head. Zhong Kexing's voice rose and fell inside.

"You didn't think of me when you went to the hospital."

"You didn't think of me about renting a house."

"You were drunk, and you didn't think of me on the street."

"Why are you with me?"

Jiang Xiaocheng pulled the pillow aside to cover his face.

As if asleep, but still awake, the living room was as silent as in a dream, and the seconds ticked away.Suddenly, Jiang Xiaocheng heard the knock on the door, and thought it was an auditory hallucination. The knock on the door became clear in his mind. He suddenly realized something, sat up from the sofa suddenly, and ran over in a hurry, as if someone wanted to talk to him. He seemed to rush to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Jiang Xia, and her friend Han Tian, ​​who had met once when the freshmen reported.

The faces of the two people were full of excitement and excitement after playing to their heart's content.

Jiang Xia said: "Brother! I sent you a message, why didn't you reply."

Jiang Xiaocheng put away the huge sense of disappointment in his heart and forced a smile.

"Really? I didn't look at my phone. Where did you two go?"

"Go to Xu Chenxing's concert!"

The two voices overlapped, and because of the tacit understanding of each other, they looked at each other and laughed.

There was no light in the foyer, so Jiang Xia didn't pay attention to Jiang Xiaocheng's lonely mood. She was still immersed in the lively singing scene, with an unsatisfactory expression on her face.

She said coquettishly again: "Brother! The dormitory is closed, can the two of us live here?"

Jiang Xiaocheng didn't want them to feel unwelcome, so he raised his spirits and said gently:

"Of course, I'll go and change the sheets in the guest room."

He walked into the living room with two people and asked, "Have you eaten yet? Do you want a bowl of noodles? Or do you want to eat something else?"

Jiang Xia and Han Tian shook their heads together, "No, no, we ate at the pedestrian street."

They were talking about the content of the concert just now.

"Oh my god! I'm so satisfied, it's the first time I'm so close to Xu Chenxing!"

"And the sets and lighting are so good! The ones on TV can't compare!"

"Brother is so handsome! Dancing is also great! Absolutely amazing!"

……

Jiang Xiaocheng closed the door for them, and the laughter was weakened through the wall. He walked to the sofa, arranged the pillows, and went back to the room alone.

After a while, I got up and went to the kitchen to see what else was in the refrigerator.

Jiang Xia felt thirsty and went out to find water to drink, and the two happened to run into each other.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Prepare for tomorrow's breakfast."

Jiang Xiaocheng rummaged through the things in the refrigerator and said, "There are eggs, milk, steamed buns, glutinous rice balls...what do you want to eat, and Han Tian, ​​what does she like to eat? Are there any taboos?"

Jiang Xia felt more at home here than at home. She leaned her back against the cooking table, gurgled and drank water with her head up, and put the empty glass aside.

"Brother, don't be so busy, the two of us can eat whatever we want, we—"

He suddenly lowered his voice, put his gaze on Jiang Xiaocheng's face, and swept it back and forth.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Xiaocheng didn't want to reveal his emotions in front of her, so he secretly took a breath, avoided her gaze, and started to work.

Scooped a bowl of soybeans from the cupboard, washed them with warm water, and said calmly: "Huh? It's nothing, I was thinking... let's drink soybean milk tomorrow morning. The soybean milk in the cafeteria is all made of powder. There is no such thing now." Grinding is nutritious."

He half-jokingly said: "Aren't you going to bed yet? You have to get up early tomorrow, so go and stay with Han Tian, ​​it's not good to let the guests stay in the room by themselves."

Jiang Xia opened her mouth, as if she wanted to continue to ask, but finally swallowed the words back. This brother is impeccably kind to her, but she always feels that he is covered with an invisible cocoon, which clearly distinguishes him. Separate everything around you.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "By the way, the winter vacation is coming soon. Come home with me for the Chinese New Year this year."

He hurriedly added, "My dad asked me to ask you, and my mom said the same."

Every time Jiang Xiaocheng refused, people couldn't find any flaws.

In college he would say:

"With the students in the third year of high school, the parents said that this holiday will require extra classes to pick up the knowledge that has been left behind."

"The teacher entrusted me with an important project. I will go to other places for research in February. It should be too late."

"My thesis still has data to deal with, so I just took advantage of the holiday to sort it out."

"Now is the critical period for internship..."

This year, Jiang Xiaocheng said: "I won't go back. We only have seven days of vacation. Even if we fly to the city, we have to transfer twice. One way and one way, four days are wasted on the road-even though it is Chinese New Year. , there must be someone on duty in the company.”

Jiang Xia was so anxious that her face was full of grievances.

"Then, why are you on duty? There are so many people in the company."

Jiang Xiaocheng pinched her wrinkled face, and said with a smile: "I joined the company in the first year, of course I have to do more things, and it's not for nothing, there is overtime pay - by the way, I will buy some Send the things to your uncle and aunt, leave your mobile phone number, if there is a text message notification, don't forget to pick it up."

"That's not the case at all!"

The suddenly raised voice startled Jiang Xiaocheng, and looked at her blankly.

Jiang Xia bit her lip, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

With a choked voice, he said, "Do you still remember that incident? You still blame my mother..."

Jiang Xiaocheng couldn't accept the accusation twice in one day, he resisted the urge to touch his forehead, and said in a gentle tone as much as possible: "What are you talking about, my aunt is so kind to me, why should I blame her? I have something to do, so I can’t get away. Isn’t there class tomorrow? Go to sleep, or you won’t be able to wake up in the morning.”

He took out a tissue and handed it to Jiang Xia.

"We had a good chat, why are you crying again, aren't you happy seeing your idol? Alright, alright, wipe away your tears, go wash your face, let Han Tian see—"

Sighed.

"He's such a grown-up person, and he's still the same as before, thundering and raining every now and then."

Jiang Xia cried a lot when she was a child, and no one could coax her well, only Jiang Xiaocheng could. 14-year-old Jiang Xiaocheng hugged [-]-year-old Jiang Xia and walked to the field near the town, where the grass was sprinkled with many small flowers.

"Look, look at this, blue, this flower is blue."

Jiang Xia, who was full of tears, stopped crying and looked along Jiang Xiaocheng's finger.

"see it?"

"Blue——" Jiang Xia was completely distracted, her black grape-like eyes were full of curiosity, and she struggled to get out of Jiang Xiaocheng's embrace.

Jiang Xiaocheng carefully put her on the ground and tugged at the hem of her clothes.

"Blue—" Jiang Xia approached the flowers, knelt down to look carefully, tilted her head, and asked childishly: "Why is it blue?"

The 14-year-old Jiang Xiaocheng has the patience that his peers do not have.

"It's blue, flowers are red, yellow, pink, and blue... the sky is blue too."

"Don't cry. When you cry, the blue sky will turn gray, and there will be thunder and rain."

The tricks she used to coax people in her childhood no longer worked, Jiang Xiahong looked at Jiang Xiaocheng with circles in her eyes, and went back to the room silently.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Jiang Xiaocheng woke up suddenly. He was lying on his side with his hand on his forehead, and suddenly remembered something that happened a long time ago.

It was a long time ago, but ten years ago, but because I was still young at that time, many memories have been blurred.

Two brick houses, a taciturn uncle, an aunt who is in charge of the house, and myself under the fence.

At the beginning, life was not too difficult. My uncle was a carpenter in the town, and he built a workshop by himself, making some large pieces of doors, windows and wardrobes, as well as small pieces of tables, chairs and benches.

Some people say that if you work hard at a job for ten years, you can become an elite in the industry.My uncle went to work with his master before graduating from junior high school. He has been planing, chiseling, sawing, and axing for 20 years, and has long been famous.In a small town, there are 48 families hosting weddings in one spring and autumn, and [-] families ask him to make furniture.

His aunt helped him.

Over the past [-] years, I have accumulated some savings, so there is no shortage of chopsticks on the table.

But one time later, my uncle cut wood with a chainsaw, but the wood didn't break, and half of his hand was broken.Carpenters rely on their hands to make a living. Without their hands, they cannot make satisfactory furniture. There is no more Jiang’s carpentry shop in the town.

Uncle can only do some hands-free work, and he goes to work as a guard at the plastic factory in the town.

Making furniture is a handicraft. One party pays the money and the other party delivers the goods, regardless of anyone's face.But being a guard is not a craft. Some people can get in, some people can't get in, and some people can get in during this period of time, but they can't get in after a few days. There is a lot of learning in it.

The uncle couldn't figure it out, so he was always scolded. A man in his thirties was scolded head-on and face-to-face. He couldn't keep his face and felt depressed.

Other men were bored and would lose their temper when they got home, but my uncle couldn't. One was because he was honest, and the other was because my aunt was more tempered than him.

Jiang's carpentry shop was closed, and my aunt could no longer help. She could speak well, so she went to work as a waiter in a restaurant in the town.The waiter is also a job of looking at people's faces, but the salary is more, twice that of my uncle.

The two were full of grievances during the day, and neither of them spoke when they returned home, and the days became more and more silent.

One day Jiang Xiaocheng took Jiang Xia to play in the fields, and the sun had already set when he came back. When he walked to the door of the house, he could faintly hear the sound of plates and bowls being beaten, and closer, it was the low growl of his uncle.

"Are you endless?"

One sentence ignited the fuse/fire/cable, and my aunt's voice was much higher than my uncle's.

"Fuck/You/Damn Jiang Zhongqiang! I can't finish today!"

"Now you're out of your temper! What were you doing while I was joking in the street!"

"You can't bully others, come home and bully me! Let me tell you! No way!"

"I serve you, I serve you Jiang Xia, and I have to serve your sister's son, you treat me like this?!"

"Your Jiang family doesn't have a good guy! My younger brother is a wimp, and my older sister got pregnant by some man, but she just said she would die, and leave me a bastard!"

A loud slap.

The sound of crying shook the sky and shook the roof.

Jiang Xiaocheng picked up Jiang Xiafei and ran back to the field, circled twice, and when he came back, his uncle was sitting on the bench smoking a cigarette, and his aunt was lying facing the wall, and the room had returned to silence.

A few days later, my uncle called Jiang Xiaocheng to him.

"Let's start school soon."

Jiang Xiaocheng didn't know how to speak. Ever since he witnessed the quarrel, he became cautious in speaking in this home.

Fortunately, my uncle didn't want to hear his answer, so he took a puff of cigarette and let out a long breath.

"You used to be at the beginning of the town. There was no cafeteria or dormitory at the beginning of the town. It was inconvenient. I bought furniture for your principal. He said that the county is good. There are cafeterias and dormitories, and the teachers are better than those at the beginning of the town. The principal said that you have good grades, and you can reduce tuition and miscellaneous fees."

Since the beginning of the county, Jiang Xiaocheng only came back on holidays.Once after school was over on Friday, the head teacher said that his uncle had come and was waiting for him at the school gate.

In school, the teacher cares about him and gets along very well with his classmates, but none of these can replace the love of his relatives.

Jiang Xiaocheng quickly ran to the school gate, and his uncle was standing by the roadside smoking a cigarette.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

Uncle looked good, and touched Jiang Xiaocheng's head with his still intact hand, and said with a smile:

"It's not enough for me to come and see my nephew."

He took him up again and said, "Today we are stewing ribs at home, and I will pick you up."

No matter how sensible Jiang Xiaocheng was, he was still a child. When he heard that there were ribs to eat, his heart jumped for joy. When he got home, he brought bowls and rice for everyone.

At the table, while eating, Jiang Xia suddenly yelled: "Father, I don't want ribs, I want prawns!"

My aunt hurriedly hit her with a chopstick and said, "You should be grateful if you can fill your stomach, and you can ask for a lot!"

Uncle asked: "Niu Niu, why do you think of eating shrimp?"

Jiang Xia said: "Mom bought shrimp, and when they boiled red, I hid them on the top of the bowl rack."

Children's words hurt people's hearts the most.

There was no car to the county town at night, so Jiang Xiaocheng had to stay at his uncle's house. He was lying in the hut and heard the two quarreling again.

Later, when his uncle came to pick him up, he didn't say anything, but the school was closed during the winter and summer vacations, so there was nothing he could do.

Later, when I was admitted to university, I had room to eat and live, so I didn't have to go back.

Zhong Kexing is right, Jiang Xiaocheng is always used to handling everything by himself, because along the way, he is the only one.

The love he understands is equivalent to giving without reservation and wholeheartedly, without asking.

This is a broken love.

The author has something to say: Shake Zhong Kexing's shoulders crazily: spoil him for me! ! !