"Do whatever you like." Jian Anran rolled her eyes.
Jian Anran's house is an ordinary three-bedroom house, with two rooms facing south and the only room facing north belongs to Jian Anran.
They moved to the current house when Jian Anran was in elementary school. The room was still in the princess style that elementary school girls liked, with white furniture and pink bedding. Jian Anran was proud of her piano and a whole wall of
bookcase.
When relatives and friends come to visit, they always praise her for her good study and versatility.
"Sit down." Jian Anran pointed to a black leather single sofa in the corner of the room that was incompatible with the overall style of the room.
The sofa originally belonged to her parents' room, but it almost got thrown away because it took up too much space. Jian Anran pulled it into the corner of her room. There was a floor lamp next to the sofa. She always liked to sleep on it before going to bed.
Read and write in this small corner.
"Have you finished reading all these books?" Wen Siheng stood in front of the bookcase, holding his chin and looking at it carefully.
Jian Anran walked next to him, took out a copy of "General History of the World" with plastic film packaging intact from the bookshelf, and waved it in front of his eyes.
"What do you think?"
From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the neatly spread quilt on the bed. Jane Anran was thankful that her mother had laid out the quilt when she brought in the folded clothes.
"Sit down, I'll get you a glass of water."
After Jian Anran said that, just as she was about to turn around and go out, Wen Siheng reached out and held her wrist, closing the door with his whole back, leaning against the door.
"What are you doing?"
There were no windows in the room. Even though it was already September, Luojiang City, which is located near the Tropic of Cancer, was still very hot.
"Beep--" Wen Siheng pressed his hand and turned on the air conditioner, a low laugh escaped from the depths of his throat.
"Nothing." Wen Siheng's voice was very low.
Jian Anran, who realized that she was being teased, was a little annoyed and looked at Wen Siheng as angry as a pufferfish.
Wen Siheng lowered his head, rested his chin on her shoulder and took a deep breath.
Jian Anran couldn't help but take a step back. Wen Siheng's head suddenly lost its support, and the height of his lowered head was just at the same level as Jian Anran's face.
Falling into his deep eyes with gradually growing autumnal waves, Jian Anran took a deep breath.
How to recite the Great Compassion Mantra? Be calm, be calm.
"Fire! Die, die, die!" The voice from the other side broke the awkward silence in the room.
It seems that Jian Anjie’s game console has been played.
Wen Siheng lowered his head and smiled, loosened his grip on Jian Anran's hand, took a book from the bookshelf, sat on the sofa and started reading.
Jian Anran tiptoed to sit down at the desk and flicked through her phone carelessly.
After a while, Jian Anjie knocked on the door: "Sister and brother-in-law, it's time to eat."
Jian Anran was not used to this unfamiliar name. She glanced sideways in the direction of the door, then turned away to peek at Wen Siheng's reaction.
He gently covered the book and stood up, showing no reaction as always.
The dining table was already filled with a whole table of dishes, and Jian Anran had to secretly admire her mother's mobility.
"There is nothing to entertain at home." Yang Yahui said politely.
Everyone was standing around the dining table. Before they could sit down, Jian Shaobo cleared his throat and sat directly at the main seat.
Her father, who never touched anything, always sat and waited for the meal to be served. In the 22nd year of her life, Jian Anran had never seen her father wash a bowl.
According to past practice, Yang Yahui should be busy carrying the dishes, Jian Anran should serve the rice, and Jian Anjie should set the dishes.
But today, Jian Anran specially pulled Wen Siheng to sit down directly, ignoring Jian Shaobo's increasingly ugly face.
It was Yang Yahui who nudged Jian Anjie with her elbow. Only then did he react, turned around and went to the kitchen to bring out the rice.
The topic at the dinner table started with Jian Shaobo, ranging from international relations, the situation in the United States, to Yang Yahui's insinuations about the future employment situation in the construction industry.
In the end, Yang Yahui finally brought the topic to what they had been curious about for a long time——
"What does your family do? What is your current job?"
Although they had a preliminary understanding of his family's situation before the blind date, they didn't ask any more questions after the incident became public. Unexpectedly, now that they had received the certificate, Yang Yahui found out and was so worried that she couldn't sleep all night.
"My parents are both professors at the university," Wen Siheng put down the chopsticks in his hands, "I am also teaching at the university now."
"Ah? They are all professors." Yang Yahui's eyes showed some admiration, "Are they all at our Luojiang University?"
"My father is a professor of bridge engineering at Luda University, and my mother and I are both at Luojiang University."
Ludao City, where Ludao University is located, is adjacent to Luojiang City. The distance between the two universities is only 40 to 50 kilometers. Moreover, Ludao University is the only 985 institution in the province. It is extremely valuable and has been the choice of countless students from the province since childhood.
Love school in dreams.
Yang Yahui almost burst into laughter, and even Jian Shaobo beside him couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
"What department does my brother-in-law major in? My sister is in the Department of Architecture at Luoyang University!" Jian Anjie asked.
"I am also majoring in architecture."
As soon as the words fell, the three members of the Jian family were slightly surprised, "Have you seen An Ran in the college before?" Yang Yahui asked.
"He is my professional course teacher." Jian Anran buried her head in eating.
"What?" Yang Yahui almost couldn't hold the chopsticks, "That's great!"
She smiled so hard that she couldn't see her eyes, "Siheng, An Ran was the last in the department last semester. I'm so worried. How do you think you can get a job after studying like this?"
"Mom!" Jian Anran raised her head and looked at Yang Yahui with a ball of fire in her eyes.
"Are you still embarrassed to tell me? You have also received the certificate now. You should give her more guidance in her studies. She has not been very bright since she was a child."
"Mom!" Jian Anran increased her voice, and Yang Yahui stopped talking.
There was embarrassment again at the dinner table.
Jian Anran quickly finished the rice in the bowl, took the bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen and came back. Wen Siheng had also finished his meal.
She glanced at Wen Siheng, turned around and returned to the room. When she reached the door, she noticed that Wen Siheng was already following behind her.
She pulled him into the room, and this time she closed the door smoothly, her back pressed tightly against the door.
"I'm sorry." She opened and closed her lips and squeezed out these words from her throat for a long time.
"What?" Wen Siheng couldn't help but reached out and stroked her hot cheek.
"Our family" stuck in her throat and she was speechless for a long time. She was embarrassed to say it because she felt that her family was a bit embarrassed.
She even wondered if her parents had given the introducer red envelopes in advance to introduce her to such a high-altitude flower. It could be said that the two families were as different as clouds and mud.
"I really want to leave, I'm sorry." Jian Anran raised her lips and apologized again.
The other party bent slightly, covered her with soft lips, the heat of his breath swept across the tip of Jian Anran's nose, and his hands wrapped around her waist.
