After getting up after a late night's sleep, Jian Anran just opened her eyes and ran into Ning Beibei, who was packing dinner and returning to the dormitory.
Feeling hesitant, she finally decided to take out the red booklet deep in her backpack——
She just received her marriage certificate.
Too many things have happened in the past week, and she urgently needs an outlet to vent.
Ning Beibei is her best friend.
"You...? What did you do? With whom?" Ning Beibei opened her mouth blankly, her chin almost dropped to the ground.
I couldn't wait to open the first page of the little red book, and what I saw was a photo of Jian Anran and Wen Siheng with a red background.
"Help!" Ning Beibei shouted, and Jian Anran immediately covered her mouth with one hand. The sound insulation of the dormitory was not good, and they could hear clearly every time the classmates in the dormitory next door quarreled. p>
"When did you get involved..." Realizing that her wording was a bit rude, Ning Beibei immediately changed her words: "When did you get involved?"
"Isn't it just the first week of school? No matter how handsome he is, we can't be impulsive, Xiao Jian."
"Do you still remember the hot searches on Weibo these two days?" Jian Anran poured a glass of water to calm her down.
When Ning Beibei got emotional, the capillaries on her face dilated and she blushed like Guan Gong.
"Hot search?" Ning Beibei said as she opened her phone, then turned it off as if she thought of something.
"The one between the female college student and the professor?!"
Without making a sound, Jian Anran acquiesced.
"The efficiency of this handsome teacher is very good," Ning Beibei couldn't help but admire him, "I was still thinking about the other party's background, and the hundreds of thousands of discussions were all gone overnight."
After the little secret that had been stuck in her chest for a long time was finally shared with her best friend, Jian Anran slumped in the chair and breathed a big sigh of relief.
It feels so good to have a farce come to a perfect end.
"It's not my hindsight. When you and Tang Zhechuan were together, I thought you were blind because you were looking at men." Ning Beibei handed over the pancakes and fruit that had just been packed for her at the school gate.
Almost unable to hold back her laughter, Jian Anran pinched Ning Beibei's arm lightly and said, "How long have you known Wen Siheng? Do you think he is better than Tang Zhechuan?"
"Everyone is better than Tang Zhechuan." Ning Beibei added.
Tang Zhechuan is Jian Anran's boyfriend during her sophomore year. It is said that they met at the school basketball cup.
Reasons for letting otakus like Jian Anran and Ning Beibei go out.
——Go to the basketball court to see the young and handsome guys.
The ratio of men to women in engineering is already imbalanced, and Jian Anran’s external conditions are really eye-catching on the sidelines of the basketball court. Such a message appeared on the advertising wall of Luohan University that night.
[Qiangqiang, help my roommate find a girl from the architecture department]
Attached below is the scene between her and Ning Beibei on the sidelines. Two years later, Ning Beibei gets angry every time she thinks about this.
She was so ugly that she was not coded.
Later, when they learned that Jian Anran and Tang Zhechuan were together, everyone was surprised.
Two people who had nothing to do with each other became connected because of a message.
At first, Jian Anran was very excited. The opponent was from the Department of Bridge Engineering, 1.9cm tall, and the center of the school basketball team. Cicada had been in contact with the number one player for many years.
In southern colleges and universities where the average height of boys is barely 175, a height of 192 can be said to stand out among the others.
In the process of falling in love, the other party can be said to be meticulous, and Jian Anran once enjoyed such a sweet campus love.
Afterwards, Tang Zhechuan talked about how he envied the love Er'er who went from campus to palace every day, and began to plan to have a second child in response to the policy, preferably a boy and a girl, with both children.
That was only their first month together.
Her family barely reached the middle-income line. She had watched her parents work hard for food, rice, oil and salt since she was a child. Jian Anran was not that yearning for married life.
However, Tang Zhechuan instilled in her words about a happy marriage and a happy family every day.
Jian Anran comforted herself: At least the other party takes this relationship very seriously.
With different values and views on marriage and love, their relationship was barely maintained by Jian Anran's silence.
The trigger for the collapse of the embankment was that one day they were walking side by side on the playground. Their love fell deep into their hearts. Tang Zhechuan looked at Jian Anran's face and said affectionately:
"You look like my mother."
After hearing these words, Jian Anran immediately made up her mind to run away with the bucket.
I don't know if he noticed Jian Anran's increasing indifference, but Tang Zhechuan's nerves began to get tense. If he didn't reply for a while, the other party would start a series of life-threatening calls.
He began to search for Jian Anran's waistcoat on major social media on the Internet——
Various social software accounts, trying to dig out any clues that caused them to drift apart.
Based on her WeChat steps, we can guess whether she went to class today, went out to play, or stayed in the dormitory all day.
During a casual chat, it was discovered that Jian Anran immediately closed the WeChat activity when she returned, and even did not dare to post her new status on any social software.
After finding nothing out of the ordinary, Tang Zhechuan finally took the initiative to break up with Jian Anran.
The reason for breaking up is really ridiculous for a 20-year-old boy and girl.
——You cannot be a good wife.
She never understood what a "good wife" was.
But what puzzles her even more is why she has to measure herself by the standards of her wife after only knowing him for a month or two.
A woman can be a wife or a mother, but in the process of enjoying love, she is not anyone's accessory, she is herself.
Thank you Tang Zhechuan for not marrying, she laughed at herself.
"Wait!" Ning Beibei woke up from a dream, immediately opened the computer and typed hard on the keyboard.
Just when Jian Anran was confused, Ning Beibei moved the laptop in front of her.
On the Weibo interface is a new account with a default avatar. The time interval between each post is not long. Most of them go to some restaurants and cafes to check in, and——
These places seem familiar.
Jian Anran has also been to these places.
Quickly taking out her cell phone from her bag, she hurriedly flipped through her circle of friends, comparing the posts posted by this strange Weibo account one by one.
It perfectly coincides with her time and space.
She couldn't help but feel a chill in her back, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"This is... Tang Zhechuan's Weibo?" She had a vague hope that these were all coincidences.
Things went counterproductive, Ning Beibei nodded.
"Where did you find it?" Jian Anran admired her information retrieval ability.
"Girls chasing stars, you still have to have some basic skills." Ning Beibei said proudly.
"Ding ding——"
Ning Beibei sent the Weibo link to her WeChat.
Without any hesitation, Jian Anran pressed and long pressed the message to forward, and chose a chat - [Elder].
The moment she pressed the send button, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief from the bottom of her heart.
Maybe this is a community with a shared future.
"What? Did you send it to the handsome teacher?" Ning Beibei blinked at her and asked squinting.
"Yeah."
Different from the previous times when others teased her as "your Tang Zhechuan", this time she did not resent others tying her to Wen Siheng.
