Don't fall in love with the professor

According to the long-haired photographer, his snaps of weddings are always the most perfect.Jiang Xiaocheng doesn't know whether it's perfect or not, but one thing is certain, the self in the photo is absolutely flushed.

Is there anything more embarrassing than letting the same stranger meet your most undignified side on the same day?

The music sounded from low to high, signaling the beginning of the ceremony.

The banquet hall that accommodates 200 people is luxurious and elegant. Each round table is covered by a white cloth of fine material, and a blooming rose is placed in the middle. The guests around the table form a circle, smiling and looking at the new couple under the spotlight.

Standing on the side of the main stage, Jiang Xiaocheng recognized the young man he met on the train at a glance, and the one sitting next to the young man was Aunt Zhong.

At this moment, the young man is bowing his head and listening to Aunt Zhong with his ears sideways. The two have exactly the same high nose bridge, and their manners are very intimate.

Obviously a mother and son.

Probably feeling the concerned eyes, the young man raised his head and looked up the stage.

Jiang Xiaocheng quickly staggered his eyes, and turned his face to the impassioned master of ceremonies as if nothing had happened.

"This August, sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom and red maples are thousands of miles away. Let us wish the couple a sweet and joyful journey into their new life!"

Cakes, candies, ribbons, champagne.

Hilarity, laughter, cheers, compliments.

Frames of pictures are woven together by invisible hands, playing a cheerful wedding march.

It lasted until two o'clock, and the wedding gradually came to an end. The guests dispersed one after another, leaving a few close relatives and friends sitting together in twos and threes to chat and rest.

Jiang Xiaocheng was helping to count things, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young man standing not far away, talking to two people.

After a while, the two men nodded and left. The young man in the suit seemed to be leaving too. Jiang Xiaocheng felt anxious and called him from behind.

"Sir! Mr. Zhong!"

The young man turned around, seemingly surprised, but stopped in his tracks.

Jiang Xiaocheng bypassed the cleaning staff, quickly walked up to him, and said, "I'm today's best man."

The other party paused for a moment, probably a little uncomfortable.

"I see it."

Jiang Xiaocheng felt embarrassed, but he didn't want to escape like this.

A kind of silent power slowly rose from his heart. He took a deep breath and bowed to the opposite person. The angle was just right, so that the other person could feel his sincerity without being too grand. Arouse the thoughts of those around you.

"I'm so sorry! There was no place to change my dress in the morning, and Aunt Zhong happened to be there, so I was asked to go to her place. I was in a hurry, so I forgot to lock the door. I'm really, really sorry!"

I waited anxiously for a while, but I couldn't help raising my head when I didn't get a response.

The young man in the suit stood, his deep and solemn gaze through the glasses swept from the broken hair on Jiang Xiaocheng's forehead to the white buttons on his shirt.

Suddenly throw out a word that doesn't match the lips of a donkey.

"Are you in love?"

You, talk, fall in love, love, are you?

There are six words in total.

Every word turned into a ball of black lacquered clouds and mist, spinning in the sky above Jiang Xiaocheng's head, unable to linger no matter what.

Wherever he went, they followed him.

All of a sudden, the six mist clusters swooped down like ghosts, trying to penetrate Jiang Xiaocheng's head. At the same time, a gloomy voice echoed in his ears like ripples in the water.

Are you in love... are you in love...

Startled, Jiang Xiaocheng opened his eyes suddenly, and the white ceiling came into view.

The mobile phone is making persistent noise on the bedside table.

He turned over in a daze, stretched out his arm to pick up the phone, slid it lightly, and the impatient alarm stopped abruptly.

Today's date is clearly written on the clean screen interface, which tells Jiang Xiaocheng that a week has passed since the last wedding.

I actually had such a dream...

Jiang Xiaocheng stared blankly for a while, clicked on the mobile browser, and entered a line of words.

"I dreamed of being chased by clouds—"

After a pause, he began to recall the scene in his dream.Those six black groups have wings, and they can croak, croak, croak, and it seems that they are not clouds, but probably... crows, um, that's right, and they are also monster crows transformed from the six words "Are you in love?" .

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense.

So the typing cursor jumped forward and then quickly pushed back.

"What does it mean to dream of being chased by a crow"

Before I could click Confirm, there was a ding dong, and a message popped up in the notification bar.

"Hello, there is a conflict in the company's arrangement. Can the time of the proposal be reconciled? Is it convenient today?"

Jiang Xiaocheng's drowsiness was startled by the ding, and he ran away in all directions, and sat up suddenly from the bed, before reading the whole sentence, ding dong!Another client message.

"I saw the poster, and the logo needs to be enlarged, it's not conspicuous enough."

Ding Dong!

"Send the revised plan as soon as possible."

Ding Dong!

……

A busy Monday begins with a rush of messages.

Jiang Xiaocheng grabbed the quilt and covered it over his head, fell silent for a moment, then quickly turned over and got out of bed, took out milk and bread from the refrigerator, put them in the microwave, and took a shower while the food was heating.

I chose a light blue shirt to put on, and straightened my tie in front of the mirror. After everything was dressed, the temperature of the milk and bread was just right for my mouth.

Eat, wash the dishes, run down the stairs in leather shoes, ride a shared bicycle, and rush to the subway station 1000 meters away, and then join many office workers like worker ants, and rush into the towering office building.

This process goes through every morning on weekdays. It is like Jiang Xiaocheng's current life: regular, monotonous, and somewhat rigid.

And the only person who can add some spice to such a life is Qin Meng.

At this moment, in the cubicle with bright and clean windows, Qin Meng kicked his back foot, and the chair slid to Jiang Xiaocheng's desk.

Qin Meng is the kind of beauty that everyone will take a second look at when walking on the road. Her shawl is soft and smooth, her curly hair is soft and smooth, and her clothes are fashionable and sleek.

Her eyes are clear, and she likes to blink and blink when looking at people. Every time she blinks, she flashes with infinite agility. This is her weapon.

"Xiaocheng," Qin Meng blinked and lowered his voice, "Look what this is."

"what?"

Jiang Xiaocheng's eyes were fixed on the screen, only turned away from his ears, and his hands kept typing, busy replying customer messages.

"Oh, turn your head and look."

If blinking is Qin Meng's first weapon, then acting like a baby is her second weapon.

Jiang Xiaocheng turned his head as he said, and saw the beige bag in her arms.

He said flatteringly, "Is this a new one? It matches your clothes very well."

"It's not a bag, it's this."

Qin Meng fully opened the half-open zipper, and a little milk cat poked its head out of the handbag with a meow.

"My new pet, are you surprised?"

What a surprise, it was a shock.

Jiang Xiaocheng quickly scanned the surrounding area, seeing that his colleagues were all busy with their own work and didn't pay attention to the movement here, so he felt a little relieved.

"Why did you bring it to the office? Clara is not as talkative as Lao Wang."

"So what? The office didn't clearly stipulate that pets are not allowed." Qin Meng was disapproving.

"It's too lonely at home. Don't worry, it's so small that it won't be found."

"Look, how cute it is."

Jiang Xiaocheng doesn't pay much attention to pets, but the cat's glass-like blue eyes and fluffy and soft hair are very different from the wild cats that often roam the alleys.

"Is this a silver gradient?"

"What silver gradient? She's a puppet."

Jiang Xiaocheng is not very familiar with the breeds of pets, but he also knows the name of the puppet cat.

Gently patted the cat's back, and heard Qin Meng say in his ear: "After get off work, accompany me to the pet hospital?"

Jiang Xiaocheng was taken aback, "Is it sick?"

"It's not that I'm sick, it's that I need to be vaccinated. The doctor said it's best within two days. My Xiao Zheng is on a business trip and won't be back until next week."

"Come with me, I'll treat you to dinner!"

It turned out that the person who should accompany him was not there, so he was pulled over.

Jiang Xiaocheng was a little helpless, "Fang Xin's catering plan has been called back, and I may have to work overtime today."

"It's okay, I can wait for you." Qin Meng blinked again.

"Okay... then I'll have to finish my work."

"I knew you would agree!"

"Shh!"

Jiang Xiaocheng put his index finger on his lips, beckoning her to keep her voice down, and a little worried, told her: "Don't put the cat in the bag, it's so hot, it's not good if it's stuffy—don't let it mess around Run, watch out for Clara-"

"Discovery" didn't come out of my mouth, so I kept silent, and gently pushed Qin Meng.

Qin Meng probably also noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere in the cubicle, and secretly glanced in the direction of the door.

Sure enough, Clara in a business suit stepped on ten centimeter high heels, standing there eye-catching as usual.

Clara is their immediate boss. She has always capable short ear-length hair and neat makeup. She parachuted into the company more than a month ago and took over Lao Wang's job. She has gained a firm foothold with three faces.

The first face is expressionless when she is working alone, sitting there with her back straight, looking back and forth in front of the documents and computer screen, making you feel that she is a money-making machine powered by coffee; the second face is The enthusiasm when facing customers, sometimes smiling, sometimes nodding, graceful and decent; while the third face is facing the subordinates, sacred and majestic, inviolable.

So as long as she appeared, the keyboard sound in the cubicle would be very diligent and non-stop.

"Qin Meng," Clara stood in front of the desks of Jiang Xiaocheng and Qin Meng, with a serious face and a cold voice, "Come with me."

He threw down a sentence loudly, and walked to the office without looking sideways.

Qin Meng, who was named, stuck out her tongue, stood up disheveledly, and stuffed her bag into Jiang Xiaocheng's arms.