follow my heart

After the two of them finished their supper, it was already early morning.

"Will you still play Go when you go back?" Meng Buqing finished speaking, then remembered that she had something to do tomorrow, and changed her words again, "Forget it, you must be going to sleep."

"What about you?" Ji Wan glanced at her, "The sister who went to study with you in the dungeon should have finished studying by now, do you want to ask her to continue playing?"

"..."

Meng Buqing was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that she still remembered what she said.

She felt a sense of pressure inexplicably, and said intuitively, "It's over."

If there is nothing, the pressure caused by the convergence of sight dissipates.

Ji Wan smiled: "Okay, then... good night."

"Wait," Meng Buqing quickly grabbed her sleeve, "What are you going to do tomorrow? Are you going home for dinner? Is there anything you really want to eat?"

Three questions popped up in a row.

Ji Wan looked down at the hand hooking her sleeve, "You ask me what I want to eat, can I not come back? I like whatever you do."

"it is good."

Meng Buqing let go of her sleeves, and waved her hands with a smile, "Then... good night, teacher."

Ji Wan's action of opening the door paused again.

It took a long time to answer: "Yes."

It should be a bit embarrassing.

Meng Buqing was surprised, didn't she want to call herself that?

She quickly stopped thinking about it.

With his hands behind his back, he happily sat back in the living room and flipped through those Go books again.After playing a few games with Ji Wan, there is indeed a gentle feeling of being instructed.

Ji Wan will definitely not be like Meng Buqing's peers in the Go Club, who play chess in a casual and loose posture, and have a condescending sense of superiority when winning.

The first time Meng Buqing played chess with the professional vice president of the Go club, he had the urge to kill him with a knife.

She thought she couldn't afford to lose.

Playing with Ji Wan, she was very happy, even if she was pressed and beaten, she was still happy when she lost without resistance.

"..."

The next day.

Meng Buqing got up early, and didn't know what to do after having breakfast with Ji Wan.Carrying her schoolbag, she ran to the school and walked around, standing outside the glass window and waving to Zuo Xiaoyun who was in class in the classroom.

Pull Zuo Xiaoyun out and skip class together.

The two hid in the Go club's leisure room and played for a while.

After lunch, Meng Buqing was taken to the classroom by Zuo Xiaoyun to attend class together.She stared at the words swaying on the whiteboard, her brain hurt from learning, so she quickly took out her mobile phone to play for a while.

Cui Youran: [Sister, are you still playing a dungeon tonight? ]

Meng Buqing stared at her title: [Let's play, what time are you going to go online? ]

Cui Youran: [I can do it, I have no class in the afternoon! ]

Meng Buqing: "..."

Her heart was pierced, and she looked up at the whiteboard beside her that had been written all over the place, and asked Zuo Xiaoyun next to her in a low voice: "Why didn't I study architecture back then?"

Zuo Xiaoyun couldn't figure it out, and tried to answer: "Because the score line of the architecture major is higher, and you just passed the line?"

Meng Buqing's heart was stabbed a second time, and she cursed in a low voice.

She tapped the time on the screen with her fingers, and just about to send it, she paused and thought for a while: [It may be a little late, I have to cook a meal first when I get home. ]

Cui Youran replied obediently: [Okay, wait for you to knock me~ But I have to study after nine o'clock, and I'll be fine after twelve o'clock. ]

The smile on Meng Buqing's lips was quite meaningful.

Nine to twelve o'clock.

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When he got home, Meng Buqing carried the food he had ordered from the mobile app.

She changed her shoes and went straight into the kitchen. She didn't skip class today, so she came back a little late.Wash your hands and hurry up to cook.

Busy until six o'clock, the meals are basically done.

She also wants to fry some chicken wings.This thing is wrapped in flour and cooked quickly in an oil pan, but it can be scooped up steaming hot and served on a plate, and it will be cold after a while.

The fried food is best eaten when it is still hot, and it is easy to oil when it is cold.

Meng Buqing sent a message to Ji Wan: [Are you coming home soon? ]

Just put down the phone, picked it up again after a while: [Why didn't you tell me what you were up to yesterday...why were you so secretive. ]

After a while, Ji Wan's reply was very simple:

[Busy with work, not mysterious, on the way. ]

Meng Buqing's brows were happy, and she tapped the screen quickly with her fingers: [Three words, three words, three words!Can you reply a few more words?Pretend to be cool. ]

Ji Wan: [I'm not rushing back, it's inconvenient to type more. ]

"..."

Meng Buqing stared at this sentence and read it several times. For some reason, his face became a little hot.

She felt that she was very strange. Could it be possible to show a sense of honor when cooking for others?Are you so happy to hear that she is rushing back?

Busily put down the phone and didn't reply again.

The orange light in the kitchen illuminates the neat and clean counter, on which there are several plates of ready-made dishes, steaming slightly.

Meng Buqing went into the kitchen and fried the last plate of chicken wings.

The spatula was moved lightly, and the smell of fried food wafted up. She managed the heat very well, scooped up golden chicken wings and put them on a white porcelain plate.

When Meng Buqing was setting the dishes, he finally heard footsteps going upstairs outside the door.

The sound of high heels stepping on the concrete stairs.

She quickly finished setting the tableware, walked around the dining table to the entrance, and just as Ji Wan's key was inserted into the door lock, Meng Buqing helped her open the door from the inside.

"you're back!"

On the first night of the meeting, Meng Buqing was still so furious and threatened to call the police to drive her away, but at this moment, she was standing obediently in front of the porch to open the door for Ji Wan.

Ji Wan was slightly taken aback, then couldn't help but nodded with a smile: "Are you waiting for me?"

"Of course..." Meng Buqing quickly swallowed the second half of the sentence, pouted childishly, and said lightly, "I didn't wait for you. If you don't come back, I will eat all the fried chicken wings myself."

She pulled out the chair and sat down.

The light was on in the living room, illuminating the fragrant dishes on the table, giving a special sense of warmth and peace of mind.There is also a very faint scent of sandalwood in the air, and there is no smell of incense on the porch cabinet.

Ji Wanyang smiled silently.

She took off her coat and hung it up.Went into the kitchen to wash his hands, then opened the refrigerator, and asked Meng Buqing, "What do you want to drink?"

Meng Buqing asked: "Is there any beer?"

"some."

Ji Wan brought over two cans of beer.

The yellow and brown packaging looks exquisite and cute, which is very different from the common beer in the supermarket.

"Do you want to drink it too?" Meng Buqing reminded, "This is an imported beer I bought online. It is craft-brewed and has a strength similar to that of wine. Be careful."

"Okay, it's okay."

Ji Wan shouldn't care too much.

Meng Buqing pursed her lips, laughing secretly at her defenselessness.

The reason why I put it in the refrigerator and drink it last is because this wine is particularly easy to get drunk.The beer has a large capacity and is full of easy-to-swallow gas. Usually, after drinking a can, people are more drunk than drinking vodka.

Touching her conscience, she reminded again: "Why don't we just drink a can of bar together? I'm afraid you'll be too drunk and won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"Okay." Ji Wan thoughtfully, "Actually, don't you drink well?"

Where did Meng Buqing hear this.

She silently took the two cans of beer in her hand, and the moment she put them on the table, she pulled her hands apart with a snap: "Come and drink."

Ji Wan laughed at her: "Don't be brave if you can't drink, go pour some into a cup, be good."

"When I was playing Go yesterday, you taught me not to underestimate the enemy, but today you underestimated me," Meng Buqing furiously said, "Okay, it's my turn to teach you a lesson."

Ji Wan chuckled lightly: "Who is the enemy, you?"

Meng Buqing raised his chin: "Compare? Let's see who can drink better. I was hugged and fed by my grandfather with chopsticks dipped in wine when I was three years old."

Ji Wan immediately frowned in disapproval: "It's easy to become an idiot when drinking at a young age."

"...What do you mean by that?"

"Hurry up and eat." Ji Wan sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and casually changed the topic, "Wow, you've cooked a lot of dishes, you are really good."

One sentence stopped Meng Buqing.

She bent her lips proudly, smiled, and nodded: "That must be amazing."

There is a small cupboard with wooden glass doors against the wall of the dining table.Meng Buqing opened the drawer and took out two straws.She has a habit since childhood, no matter what she drinks, she likes to use a straw.

Put a root in his own beer, and help Ji Wan insert a transparent straw by the way.

"Drink slowly, you don't have anything important tomorrow, right?"

"Thank you," Ji Wan took her own beer, and covered her eyes with the mirror against the light, but she could clearly see the curvature of her lips, "But don't worry about me, if you can't drink it, I won't drink it."

"So are you going to work tomorrow?"

Meng Buqing held back his stomach full of bad water.I pricked up my ears, just wanting to hear her say that tomorrow will be fine.

He was going to let go and get her drunk to see how she lost her composure.

Through the lens, he met her eyes.

Ji Wan seemed to know what was going on in her mind.

As she ate, she tasted several mouthfuls of the dishes, praised the cooking time and praised the authentic taste.When Meng Buqing couldn't bear to ask again, he said slowly: "I have nothing to do tomorrow."

"Really?" Meng Buqing suppressed the excitement of trying to make trouble, and said flatly, "I thought you had to go to work on weekdays."

"No, I can take another day off tomorrow. I'll be busy from the day after tomorrow."

Meng Buqing suddenly remembered that she had told herself that her job was sales.Sale?This position gives the impression that one must be good at drinking.

Like a basin of water suddenly poured her to calm down.

No wonder Ji Wan didn't change her face, no matter how high the alcohol content of the beer was, it was still too childish compared to the baijiu they served at the dinner.

Meng Buqing's alcohol capacity is indeed good, but he is not as good as himself.

She was a little guilty, and immediately noticed that she was really using beer as a cola, and couldn't help but said: "Then you still drink, and you have to drink after work, aren't you in poor health?"

Ji Wan heard the subtle worry in her words, and was slightly taken aback.

He couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes suddenly fixed on her face as if recognizing her.

After a long while, he lowered his eyes and smiled: "The past two years have been fine, there is no time for me to drink outside."

She had already taken off her blazer, and she was wearing a shimmering silky dark blue shirt, with two streamers that were neither too long nor too short, hanging casually, revealing a little of her fair skin around the neckline.

The simple clavicle chain in sterling silver has a subtle shimmer.

Looking mature and capable.

Meng Buqing noticed that there was a lot of information in these words, and asked suspiciously: "So what is your position and where do you work?"

"Are you curious?"

Ji Wan looked at her with interest.

The slightly raised peach blossom eyes, behind the lens, shone with probing and teasing light.

Meng Buqing's eyebrows jumped, and she forgot what the chopsticks were going to pick up, so she just picked up a few vegetables and put them in the bowl.He said lazily, "You have such a strong professional female aura today."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe it's because you wear glasses. When you wear glasses..." Meng Buqing blurted out the second half of the sentence.

It's not like a good person.

Like a vixen-turned-gentle scum, pretty smart kind.

Ji Wan's face turned crooked: "Don't you like me wearing glasses?"

"I..." Meng Buqing was stopped by the question, and could only confuse her with vague words, "Isn't it convenient to wear glasses while eating?"

"is a bit."

Ji Wan took off her glasses, took out a tissue and casually wrapped it up and put it beside her.

Meng Buqing suddenly gulped down the rice.

"Drink more, it's not easy to get drunk," Ji Wan held the wine without changing her expression, "It is indeed higher in alcohol than other beers, so take it easy."

"..."

Meng Buqing hadn't swallowed the rice yet, he was stuck in his mouth and had no time to refute.

Ji Wan asked again: "Do you still have any contact with your math teacher?"

The topic changed too quickly.

Meng Buqing was silent for three seconds before reacting: "Yes, she gave birth to a baby before, and I sent her baby clothes. But I haven't had much contact with her. Greetings during New Years and holidays."

"Send it?"

"Well, after I graduated, she resigned after teaching another class, saying that she couldn't adapt to the fast-paced, high-pressure, and impersonal environment of a big city. She returned to her hometown to teach."

Ji Wan thoughtfully changed the subject.

After drinking for a while, I asked, "Did you choose this major because of your math teacher?"

Her ability to use wine to make stereotypes is deeply rooted in her bone marrow, her tone is soft and easy-going, and she can control the rhythm of the conversation with ease.Meng Buqing was unprepared, and immediately asked questions and answered them.

Meng Buqing touched the can, staring at the focus of the straw a little bit, thinking for a long time before saying: "It doesn't count, I study mathematics, and it is indeed easier to learn than other subjects."

If you asked her this question two or three years ago.

Meng Buqing would definitely say: Of course it is because I am quite talented in mathematics.

When I was young, I can't say that now.

Even when drunk.