To a certain extent, the parking lot is actually a good place to meet. You can imagine a man and a woman meeting in the parking lot. The woman immediately judges his value based on the model he drives, and thus starts a romantic relationship. If the man drives a sign of 307 of 100,000, it is still romantic; if it is a lot of 700,000 or 800,000, it is generally romantic; if it is a Porsche Cayenne of more than one million, it is very romantic; if it is a Ferrari 612 of about four million, it is really romantic. If it is a Chery QQ, it will not be considered.

The car that Mr. He drove was a Porsche Cayenne. Faced with such a luxury car, Zhou Yueyue could still break up easily, which shows that she must be the life of the heroine. Throughout history, the heroines have been rich and powerful, and they cannot be tyrannical, and they cannot bend, and they do not check cash notes or checks. Even literary works that mainly depict the women in brothels are no exception. Even if the male protagonist comes to prostitute you, you cannot collect money. If you accept you, you will not be a qualified heroine and will become a cannon fodder female supporting role. The reason why Mr. He couldn't let go of Zhou Yueyue was mostly because he felt that Zhou Yueyue was not worth money. But I actually suspected that Zhou Yueyue didn't know what the price of the car in front of him was. I can already imagine that if one day she had a conversation with Mr. He about this Porsche, she would definitely ask: "Your car is not bad, you can't get it if you don't have 200,000 or 300,000?"

I gave Zhou Yueji a wink, which translated into Chinese: "Why are you getting together with Mr. He again?" But she did not receive the signal, and she still supported her chin and sighed. Qin Mo let me go without saying a word, changed his right hand and put his arms around my waist, turned around and nodded to them, as a saying. The expression on Mr. He's face suddenly became vivid, and his eyes also emitted a light similar to the return of the dying patient.

I think, it's over, the scene I performed yesterday was in vain.

I planned to take rescue measures, but it would be impossible if Qin Mo was present. Thinking of this, I quickly pushed him into the car and fastened his seat belt and closed the door. A set of actions was done in one go. He rolled down the window and looked at me inquiringly, and I lowered my head and said, "Driving carefully."

He raised his eyebrows: "I have always been very careful in driving."

I said, "I clearly hit the guardrail last time..."

He said: "Isn't that because you're making trouble?"

I clenched my fists and compared to his face. He laughed out loud: "Okay, remember to buy dumpling skins tonight." After that, I started the car and drove out of our sight within a minute.

Mr. He said: "Yan Song, you, you and Yueyue..."

Zhou Yueyue finally realized that after her whisper, we were on the verge of breaking out of the way yesterday, and we were stunned for a moment and speechless.

I quickly rushed over and panicked and said, "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing to do with him, he wants to like me, I don't like him at all, I have nothing to do with him."

Zhou Yueyue got into the role quickly and turned around and ignored me.

I originally wanted to hug her trousers, but she was wearing a miniskirt today and had no choice but to hug her, and I didn't know where to start.

Zhou Yueyue has adjusted his sleepwalking expression and turned his head: "Falling in love with you makes me feel very stressed. Not only should I be careful of women, but also men. Do you know that I live in fear every day."

I was thinking hard on the side why she had to say she had to prevent women and then men, and her throat had already spoken automatically: "Baby, don't be afraid, I am yours in life, and my death is your mascot."

Young Master He finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he took a step back and hit the car headlight, and smiled bitterly with a sad heart: "I'll leave first."

Zhou Yueyue watched Mr. He’s Porsche go away. When he was performing this kind of scene on TV, he always used slow motion with sensational songs "You said you wanted to marry me and then married the wrong person". Then the male protagonist alternated with the heroine's tears staring in the place on the melancholy side of the car. At the same time, the scene reappeared that they went to play by the beach, ate a street stall together, and kissed the first kiss, making every audience cry. But reality is always cruel. Mr. He’s Porsche performs too well. Less than thirty seconds after starting, completely disappearing on the horizon, which made Zhou Yueyue’s melancholy look forced to end in thirty seconds, and could not mobilize the atmosphere at all. I said, "You two, why both of you?" Zhou Yueyue looked up at the top of the parking lot, sighed, and after a while, he said earnestly: "You don’t know, it’s mainly because he has a bad temperament..."

Zhou Yueyue was going to the library, and we broke up in the East District teaching building. It is said that she was shortlisted for participating in a college student architectural design competition this year, and she wanted to go to the library to find some supplementary information.

Five minutes later, I returned to the office. The people from the outside department basically left almost the same, with only the members of the department left. Everyone was gathering together to discuss something in a low voice, only Chen Ying and Jiang Tian did not join. Chen Ying's desk was facing the door. She quickly looked up at me and then quickly lowered her head.

I walked around her and walked into the crowd and patted Yue Lai's back: "Why are you all gone?"

Yue Lai almost jumped up from the chair and looked up at me with a look of looking at the creatures in outer space: "Madam, why are you turning back again?"

I raised the tune and said, "Madam?"

She laughed and said, "Don't hide it. The boss confessed to us just now, saying that you had known that you were Master Qin's girlfriend, and said that you saw you set off fireworks together. That night, the fireworks were set up by Master Qin. You don't know how many girls you touched. Who said it last time? The 33-year-old master is young and promising, handsome and rich, unmarried, and romantic. Song Song, you really found a treasure."

The masses agreed, and even the boss nodded quickly.

Actually, after Yuelai said this, I also felt that I had found a treasure. But being engaged in a partner is like doing performance art. Do you have any feelings? The main thing is that you have a lot of feelings. You must not have feelings but you don’t have feelings. That is not art but geisha. I just regret that Qin Mo is not RMB and cannot let me fall in love immediately.

Yue Lai continued: "My heart almost stopped when Master Qin came to our office to deliver medicine to you. It was like a mother who had been born for more than 20 years. You thought she was an ordinary housewife, but her true identity was Spider-Man who saved the earth. It was so exciting."

The masses agreed again, and I was fascinated by her talent from this metaphor, and I didn't know what to say.

Everyone was confused for about four minutes, and finally moved the conversation in a magical direction. This magical direction is that everyone felt that the interview this afternoon was done well and wanted to celebrate. They also felt that it was too memorable to just slap a meal and could buy vegetables to make them by themselves. But everyone except Jiang Tian and me lived in the school, and everyone really didn't have the courage to go to the principal's house to show their cooking skills. After confirming that Qin Mo and I did not live together, they finally set the location at my house.

Yue Lai whispered: "This bunch of girls is just right that Master Qin is going to your house to make dumplings tonight."

I reflexed that, “Don’t they know that they would be kicked to death by horses when they prevent others from falling in love?”

Yue Lai stretched out a finger and pointed at me tremblingly and said, "Song Song, you are so vicious." After that, he laughed, "Actually, I also want to see what Master Qin in the home is like, but you have to look at your family well, otherwise you should cry if it is snatched away by a girl from our column group."

I said, "This can't be done."

Yue Lai sighed: "Now the little girl is so free and unrestrained that she has no moral bottom line. She feels that love is innocent and true love is invincible. It is not a problem for married men, let alone Master Qin, who is not married yet."

After saying that, he patted my shoulder.

I have read a book before, comparing women to commodities, but I think this metaphor is not good, and it seems that women like flow too much. The key is that men clearly like flow more than women, and they can also add value in flow, which is more like products.

I think Qin Mo would have to move out one day, or he would have moved a lot of stations before he could flow to me. Whether it was the former or the latter, it would make people feel insecure. When I had this idea and tried hard to find out what was not liked enough about him, it means that I was restraining myself.

I called Qin Mo, and I meant that he would not come over, but he obviously misunderstood what I meant and said: "There are ten people? Then you can buy more dumpling skins."

When Qin Mo came back, except for the beginning, Jiang Tian and Chen Ying, who had the talent to cook, were busy in the kitchen, and the others were all sitting in the living room watching TV. Yan Lang had been familiar with everyone in the column team and was playing Goji with Yue Lai. Yue Lai lost consecutive games and was almost collapsed. I taught Yan Lang: "You won't put some water, you, you will make your aunt Yue Lai so shameless." Yan Lang said: "People have to be hit hard to grow. I am helping Aunt Yue Lai grow up." Yue Lai shook his hand and almost shook Yan Lang's neck. Several colleagues watching the game around laughed.

I helped Qin Mo hang up his clothes. He had already walked to Yan Lang. I guess he felt that Yan Lang was too arrogant and wanted to suppress his arrogance and said in a harmonious voice: "Let's kill one game between us father and son."

The living room was silent, everyone looked at each other, their faces full of expressions of being blasted by thunder. Qin Mo sat opposite Yan Lang and turned his pen calmly. I stroked my forehead in pain and explained: "It's not like this..." Qin Mo interrupted me: "Song Song, go and pour some water." I ignored him and continued: "Actually..." This time, Yan Lang interrupted: "Mom, come here, hurry up, hurry up, I have to eat some chocolate to replenish my energy."

When I got the chocolate back, everyone's expressions had returned to calm, and they all focused on watching Qin Mo and Yan Lang playing chess. I was by my side for a long time, but no one paid attention.

But even with chocolate to supplement energy, Yan Lang lost a lot and stared at Qin Mo resentfully. Qin Mo taught him: "People need to be hit hard to grow. I am helping you grow." Yue Lai laughed on the spot, and I quietly said to her: "Actually, they are not related by blood, don't get me wrong." Yue Lai cut off: "How is this aura? This aura is obviously the aura of the biological father and son." I knew nothing about aura and was speechless for a moment.

After playing the chess, Qin Mo consciously went to the dining room to make dumplings. After a while, the boss, Chen Ying and Liu Chang, who was writing, came out of the kitchen one after another. Liu Chang laughed and said, "We have finished our work, but unfortunately we can't make dumplings, so we can't help Teacher Qin. Who can buy it in the dining room? Only Teacher Jiang Tian and Qin may not have enough staff." Chen Ying glanced at her.

I said, "Why do I go and bring the skin and stuffing into the living room, and everyone can pack it while watching TV."

Everyone agreed.

In the dining room, Jiang Tian was sitting opposite Qin Mo holding dumpling skin and said, "Last summer vacation, I went to France with my father and saw the Palace of Versailles. At that time, I suddenly felt that the house was not just a house, but a very beautiful art. If my father had taken me there two years ago, maybe I wouldn't have studied architecture instead of studying in this major now."

The conversation suddenly disappeared and her eyes were frozen on me, but she immediately smiled at me: "Sister Yan, come and help me too? Come, sit by my side."

Qin Mo frowned, and gently scraped his fingers on the corner of my mouth: "Chocolate?"

I took a step back and looked at him vigilantly: "Don't touch me with that hand anymore, it's all flour." After saying that, I went to serve the meat filling, "You two don't know when the package will be. I'd better take it to the living room and mobilize the masses to do it together."

Jiang Tian smiled: "Yes." He walked in front with the dumpling skin. Qin Mo took the opportunity to rub my face with his hands, rub it again and again, and it was hard to let go of the meat filling in my hand, so he had to step on him. But the lethality of the slippers was too weak, so he just raised his eyebrows and smiled.

When I was in college, I often made dumplings with my grandmother and Yan Lang during the Chinese New Year. I guess Yan Lang was also in love with the scene. After making a while, I asked me: "Mom, when will we go home to see my grandmother?"

Qin Mo said: "I will go back when I finish my work."

Yan Lang's resentment about losing chess just now could not be calmed down, and he turned his head to the side and said, "I'm asking my mother but I haven't asked you."

Qin Mo said: "Mom has to wait until I finish my work before going back, it's the same anyway."

I said: "..."

Yue Lai smiled and said to the boss: "This is the aura, this." The boss looked puzzled.

The atmosphere gradually relaxed, and everyone chatted in groups of three or three while making dumplings. For some reason, Jiang Tian insisted on sitting next to me and asked me some kitchen questions from time to time. These questions were all incredible. I guess they were all real questions she got from the chef's grading paper. I couldn't answer any of them, and I was deeply shocked. Qin Mo said: "It seems that you have to send you to the bride training class before getting married."

I said, "You might as well find a chef to get married."

Jiang Tian said in surprise: "You are going to get married, Senior Sister Yan, aren't you gay?" The whole living room was silent, and she immediately covered her mouth.

At the moment when Jiang Tian covered her mouth, everyone stopped their movements and looked at me together, with sharp eyes and different expressions, but each pair of eyes was so full of curiosity. This kind of eyes can only be seen when the teacher announced the scope of the exam in the last class of the final class.

I wondered how Yu Jiangtian knew about the fact that I pretended to be gay. Yan Lang had already retorted: "If my mother was gay, where did I come from?"

This finally successfully diverted most people's attention. Everyone was immediately surprised that such a young master had already understood what homosexuality was, and they all exclaimed.

Qin Mo glanced at me meaningfully, then turned his gaze to Yan Lang, and said with a smile: "You know a lot."

Yan Lang thought about it for a moment and said, "Actually, it's not that much, I just understand it a little, but it's not about my mother's business, it's all taught by Zhou Yueyue." I nodded and agreed, "Yes, they are all taught by Zhou Yueyue."

In fact, Yan Lang's knowledge in this area comes from me, and the other part comes from Baidu, which is omniscient. The ancients' outlook on life was to know what they know, and not knowing what they don't know, which is to know what they don't know. Yan Lang's outlook on life is to know what they know. If you don't know, go to Baidu.

Jiang Tian’s building was beyond recognition by Yan Lang and Qin Mo. It would be fine if the building was wrong, but the owner of the building was completely ignored. It was really hard to bear it.

Although everyone wants to know the answer, given that Qin Mo is in front of him, no one dares to rush to the main building. Even Chen Ying, who has always been in the same mood as Jiang Tian, ​​is only concerned about making dumplings.

But Jiang Tian did not give up. After a moment, she let go of her hand covering her mouth and said to herself in a puzzled manner: "Did I hear it wrong yesterday? Just in the woods of the basketball court, Senior Sister Yan, you clearly told Senior Sister Zhou that you have experienced so much and finally got together. Even if she becomes a grass on the roadside, a chair in the classroom, and a croissant in the cake shop, you will not abandon her..."

I choked. Although this was almost what I said, I still had to admit that no matter what time or place, every time I heard it, it was still so ecstatic. It was even more ecstatic by Jiang Tian's unique glutinous copycat Taiwanese accent. There was a chilling sound around me. I looked at Qin Mo's fingers, who were still in slow motion, and he didn't even pause. I said, "You heard it wrong. I have never said such words before. I am not homosexual."

Jiang Tian was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting that a person who looked so honest would also be dependent on the debt, murmured: "What you clearly said, you still said that she is the only scenery on your life path. If you lose her, you will have nothing..."

I pretended to be surprised, and made sure everyone could see that I was surprised and relaxed my expression and said to her kindly: "I really haven't said this. You probably have read the wrong person."

Jiang Tian's face turned red and pale, probably regretting that she didn't use the recording equipment to record the conversation between Zhou Yueyue. I expected her to nod and echo: "Ah, it may be that I did misread it." This matter ended peacefully. But Jiang Tian insisted on pursuing the dramatic climax and said unyieldingly: "I can't see the wrong person, I'm not myopic."

I advised with kind words: "It is possible that you didn't take a nap and had hallucinations? Or you had a dream while taking a nap, and then you thought it was real."

She looked at me blankly, showing a blank look. I was so invulnerable to swords and guns, which obviously made her very painful.

Everyone held their breath and focused. Everyone pricked their ears and their eyes were frozen on the dumpling skin in their hands, but they did not move for a long time, which means everyone was eavesdropping.

Jiang Tian was confused for thirty seconds and suddenly said, "You are lying, why are you lying? Are you afraid that Teacher Qin knows that you are homosexual? You..." She wanted to continue saying something, but was interrupted by the head who couldn't listen: "Jiang Tian, ​​enough."

During the whole process, Qin Mo kept making dumplings slowly. The head's command slightly exceeded the normal decibels and became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Jiang Tian not only didn't have enough, but her expression was distorted. She stood up from her seat with a loud voice, pointed at me and collapsed: "Teacher Qin, see her clearly, she lied to you. She had a child at the age of sixteen. When she first entered our school, she wrote a love letter to senior Lin Qiao of the medical school, and sent it to the school BBS. She caught someone and threw it immediately. Her character was very problematic, and she was not worthy of you..."

My hand shook: "What did you say? What love letter?"

Her eyes were red: "You are still pretending to be garlic. Do you dare say that when you first entered the school, you did not write a love letter on the BBS on the school to express your love to Senior Lin? Senior Lin responded to you on the BBS, but you never showed up again. Senior Lin went downstairs to wait for you again. He stayed at you for more than a week without any storm and rain, and you didn't see him. Later, he was wet all night and gave up smoking and drinking. He was seriously ill and stayed in the hospital for more than a month. You have poor methods of chasing people, poor methods of dealing with feelings, and even worse. There is no one worse than you. How can you deserve Teacher Qin?"

My mind was dizzy, and when I recalled that after I entered the school, I only remembered that my grandmother fell ill not long after I entered the school. I asked for leave from my supervisor and took Yan Lang home to take care of my grandmother for nearly a month. I searched for memories and couldn't find any trace of the so-called BBS and the so-called love letters on the school, and there was no romantic impression that Lin Qiao had waited for me downstairs in my house for more than a week. When I was a teenager, I knelt downstairs in other people's house for two days. I deeply understood the difficulty of this. If anyone was waiting for me downstairs in my house for a week, as long as I didn't hold a kitchen knife to chop me, I basically wouldn't have avoided it.

I looked up to see Qin Mo. He was wiping his hands with a tissue, and his movements were still calm and peaceful. Even if I had a strong look, he would not have any tendency to raise his head. According to the rules of novel creation, Jiang Tian's speech would inevitably have some impact on him. In just one minute, I had made the worst plan. At worst, he finally figured it out and felt that I was really not worth his efforts, so he decided to invite Yan Lang and me out of this house. Fortunately, Yan Lang and I were both people who had been through the storm and waves.

He has extraordinary adaptability. Even if he moves back to a small house of 20 square meters, there will be no psychological gap. The house is just a body. Although people who are well-off can have several bodies at the same time, they have been wandering between several bodies for a long time, making their lives seem somewhat wandering. Yan Lang and I only need a small body, which is enough to shelter from wind and rain. Of course, this is mainly because we have no money at present, and if we have money, we don’t mind a few more bodies.

Yan Lang's cold voice came: "Why are you slandering my mother? Please go out, our family doesn't welcome you." I haven't seen Yan Lang have such an expression again for a long time. The last time I went back to my junior year's summer vacation and met him fighting with a fat man living on the same street. The reason was that the fat man scolded him for having a mother but not having a mother. Yan Lang gave a fist a blow to the fat man a fierce lesson and said that if he heard such words, he would know what it means to look for teeth all over the ground. At that time, he understood many idioms. The ending was that I pulled Yan Lang to the fat man's house to apologize, mainly because my grandmother needed to rely on the care of neighbors, and the fat man's mother happened to be the director of the neighborhood committee.

Jiang Tian looked at Qin Mo stubbornly, her eyes were so hot that it almost spit out a fire. Everyone looked at her in surprise. Qin Mo was still waving his head and wiped his hands. He never expressed his opinion on whether I deserved him. I think he was probably hesitant. Instead of letting go first, we should start first. I looked at the ceiling and said, "I didn't expect a good celebration banquet to become like this. Then, Yan Lang, take down the things on my neck and return it to Teacher Qin. I think we should go back to live our own life..."

The sight that was frozen on Jiang Tian's body was shifting to me. Qin Mo finally put down the tissue, put his hand on the sofa and arm. After a long time, he said something seriously deviated from the topic. He said: "Song Song, I am often afraid, I am old, and you are still so young."

He wore a silver-gray shirt and a black sweater, and he was simply sitting there with all kinds of charm, just like walking down from a poster, with mature, steady and heavy charm. The young boys were dying with hatred when they saw it, and then he said, "I'm old." He looked at the young boys present with squinted eyes, and everyone was trying hard to restrain themselves and not to rush up and beat him up immediately.

Everyone was waiting for his next sentence. Jiang Tian's eyes were particularly bright, and he ignored them completely, as if he was in a state of no one. He just smiled in his eyes and looked at me slowly and said: "You are confused and careless in life, but you are just stubborn in studying and working. When you do your own things, you forget to eat and often forget to take medicine. Oh, by the way, have you taken the medicine you sent to you today?"
To be continued...