Professor Shi ate the toast slices with a knife and fork, and her eating manner was very elegant. After taking a sip of coffee, she opened the sugar jar on the table, scooped out two sugar substitutes, thought about it, and only added one.
Tang Zuo saw that she added sugar substitute and used avocado sauce, but what she made for herself was a sweet, fragrant and rich dessert.
There is an indescribable feeling in my heart.
There are so many words of gratitude to say, and each time just a monotonous thank you or two feels light and airy, but Tang Zuo feels like he can't think of anything else.
Should she start chatting at this time? What should she say
Shi Ci's gaze came over, and Tang Zuo subconsciously looked away.
Shi Ci raised his lower lip and chatted with her, "Hey, I'm curious, what do you dislike about Shi Hai?"
Tang Zuo almost bit the spoon.
Shi Ci: "Objectively speaking, my silly brother is good-looking and has a decent personality. You said you don't like younger men. Do you think he's not mature enough?"
Tang Zuo was a little afraid to eat any more.
Shi Ci chuckled again, "Just keep eating, don't be nervous."
Tang Zuo held the spoon, "I..."
Shi Ci: "I guess your claim of not liking younger men is just an excuse, right? You just don't like him, right?"
Tang Zuo had a tense face and his eyebrows were tightly drawn.
There was always a smile in Shi Ci's eyes when he spoke, and he was as gentle as a spring breeze, making people feel less guarded.
Tang Zhuo hesitated and said, "He is very good, but..."
Shi Ci smiled and continued for her, "But we are from different worlds? But we have nothing in common? But I don't want to fall in love for the time being?"
Tang Zuo: “…”
She moved her lips, then pursed them.
Shi Ci propped his chin with his hand, winked at her, and added on her behalf, imitating her way of addressing him, "Professor Shi, you've already said all the words, what else can I say..."
Tang Zuo usually speaks briefly and to the point, just expressing information, rarely adding any additional emotional color or tone.
Shi Ci recalled the three words she had said on the software, "... No." Those three words might have been beautified by the software, or might have been Tang Zhao's own emotions at the time, but her usually clear voice sounded sweeter and softer.
Shi Ci doesn't often eat sweets, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like them. She just needs to control her eating habits.
Those words felt so sweet that it made your teeth fall out, just like the fleeting smile that Tang Zuo had just given him.
The rarer, the more precious.
The rarer it is, the more I want to see it.
She guessed what Tang Zuo was talking about, so she called him "Professor Shi" in a soft voice and spoke in a coquettish tone.
It must feel good if Tang Zuo talks to you like this.
Shi Ci could sense her own unclear thoughts, but she felt that it was not the case.
She made her sexual orientation clear when she was fifteen, fell in love for the first time in the same year, and now in her early thirties, she has had three serious relationships. Every time, she quickly confirmed her feelings and took the initiative. She hated procrastination, wasting time, and wasting her youth.
Three years ago, Ms. Ding adopted Pudding when it was still a small fluffy puppy. It liked to look up at people with its big black eyes and smell people with its pink nose. Ms. Ding liked to hug it and tease it with food.
It should be similar to the current state of mind, right? But it is also a little different.
This was the first time that Professor Shi didn’t quite understand his own psychology, so he just acted according to his heart.
But after she said this, she realized that it seemed a little bad...
That tone sounded too much like flirting.
I don't know whether Tang Zuo understands or not...
Shi Ci kept smiling as usual and carefully observed Tang Zuo's reaction.
The little girl was stunned for several seconds before she reacted. She wanted to say something quickly. Her dark eyes were bright and dazzling, and her cheeks quickly turned pink. However, she seemed to be unable to think of anything else to say, and could only answer instinctively, "Well, that's not the case..."
Shi Ci looked at her. Tang Zhuo's skin was very white, mostly pale, and looked malnourished. In the sunny restaurant, her slightly pink cheeks were like transparent petals.
"Oh?" Shi Ci still wanted to tease her.
"Shi Hai is a very nice person..." Tang Zhuo started again, "He is very cheerful and carefree. Girls who are with him should be very happy..."
Tang Zhao lowered her eyes to look at the half-eaten cup of yogurt cereal. Her long eyelashes were like a pair of motionless butterfly wings. The tea mole hidden on her lower eyelid looked like a shaky tear in the light of the summer morning.
"He's a good love partner, but I'm not."
How old is she? She said something like that? It was like a veteran who had been in the love field for decades expressing his feelings of vicissitudes of life. Shi Ci, who was more than ten years older than her, would not say that.
If other young people said such pretentious words, Shi Ci would sneer.
But Tang Zuo's tone was gentle, his expression was indifferent, just that teardrop mole flashing, like dewdrops on flower petals in the early morning.
Shi Ci's smile faded. Her eyes were particularly charming when she smiled, and deep and tender when she didn't smile. She didn't need to say anything, her eyes said a lot.
Don't say that about yourself.
Tang Zuo's heart suddenly felt sour for no apparent reason, and he didn't even know why.
In fact, she hasn't said anything like this that reveals her inner emotions for a long time.
Her only good friend now is Zhang Zinan. The way they get along is that Zhang Zinan talks and Tang Zuo listens. Occasionally, when she talks about Tang Zuo’s own affairs, she just brushes it off.
When did it start
She used to be a person who loved to chat and share her thoughts and ideas with her close classmates and friends.
Until her father passed away and her mother was seriously ill and hospitalized, she would take leave from time to time to go to the hospital, and the only time she had to come back for classes, she would frantically cram knowledge into her mind.
Gradually, I distanced myself from my peers.
They are talking about the latest lipstick colors, chasing after newly debuted stars, chatting about the boys they secretly love, worrying about acne, and being tired of exam rankings.
What was she doing? She was worried about her mother's diet, the results of her chemotherapy, whether she had enough money, and trying her best to squeeze out energy to study.
She had trouble sleeping and eating for a long time, but she had to force herself to eat and sleep so that her mother would not notice.
It's not like I haven't confided in my friends, but they are all teenagers. They can empathize with minor annoyances, but they are powerless to help with something as serious as the separation of life and death.
Gradually, Tang Zuo became the unpopular one. Whenever she appeared, the lively occasion would instantly become quiet. Everyone's polite smiles and sympathetic looks said it all.
No one likes a person who is too big and affected by negative energy.
She actually knew.
At that time, there was a boy she had a crush on, and he was also pursuing her. At first, he showed concern for her, but later he avoided her.
One time, on her way to see him, she overheard him say to someone else, "Looking sad all day long, saying she's sad all the time, I'm tired of that, right? No matter how pretty a face is, I'm afraid of it."
Tang Zuo will always remember these words.
It turns out that she makes others so unhappy.
It's not like I'm not disappointed or sad.
But even the time to feel disappointed and sad is too luxurious.
She spent all her time studying and fighting against death for her mother.
She was too tired. Talking requires energy and discretion, and will unconsciously bring along one's own expectations. Over time, she stopped talking and no longer understood.
After so many years, I seem to have gotten used to it.
It would be tiring to be her friend or lover.
That's why she said she was not a good dating partner.
“I’m not a good relationship partner.”
She also said this when Zhang Zinan asked her why she didn't like Shi Hai. Zhang Zinan didn't understand at all and asked her, "Why are you so old-fashioned? What does this mean? How would you know if you haven't tried it?" Tang Zhao couldn't say anything and could only silently smile.
She cherishes her friend Zhang Zinan very much. Oftentimes, when she tells her her true feelings, she has to filter them in her mind before speaking them out loud.
She was satisfied as long as she could say something and get away from her emotions a little.
Perhaps it was because Shi Ci was too gentle to her that she said a lot.
However, after she said it, she felt a little embarrassed and at a loss, as she had not expected to receive such a gentle look.
She also understood the unspoken words in Shi Ci's eyes.
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
Tang Zuo used common sense to figure out that it was difficult to respond to her words and it was a bit embarrassing.
After meeting Shi Ci several times, Tang Zuo had an impression that Professor Shi was a role model for young girls. She had an outstanding appearance and talent to match her looks. She was dazzling.
You would think such a person would be arrogant, but actually she is not. She is proud but not aloof, confident but very easy-going.
Tang Zuo regarded her as a respected teacher, but sometimes Shi Ci would make jokes that she didn't know how to answer, which didn't matter. But she felt bad because she silenced the other party.
She wanted to warm up the atmosphere, "You and Shi Hai have a really good relationship."
"Shi Hai was a surprise to my mother, and to me as well. We are okay, or to use the current internet terminology - a plastic sister-brother relationship," said Shi Ci.
How could you say that about yourself and your brother
Tang Zuo had met them several times and they got along naturally and easily. Shi Hai was obviously dependent on this sister. Last night at the barbecue restaurant, she was still saying that her sister doted on her, and she came as soon as she was called.
Tang Zuo knew that Shi Ci was joking, and was amused by her words, with a slight smile on his face.
"Are you an only child? Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Shi Ci asked with a smile.
Tang Zhuo was silent for a moment and shook his head, "No more, I'm the only one."
Shi Ci looked at her, "My silly brother once told me that he wanted to recognize you as his sister..."
Tang Zhuo was stunned, "Huh?"
Shi Ci waved his hand, "It seems like a trick from one of his friends. He wants to get closer to you."
Tang Zuo: “…”
In my heart I thought this was a really bad idea.
Shi Ci tilted his head and looked at her and smiled, "I told him that having him as a brother is enough, and I don't want a sister anymore."
Tang Zuo stared at the cup and said to himself, I don’t want a younger brother either.
Shi Ci could guess from her expression that this thoughtful girl must be thinking in all sorts of ways at this moment.
"I know what you mean..."
Shi Ci smiled and said to her, "I also studied undergraduate at L University, but in a different department than you. But I can be considered your senior. You don't have to call me that."
Tang Zhao didn't expect this turn of events. She blinked and uttered, "Oh."
"You can call me Senior Sister."
Shi Ci gathered her hair, and the light in her eyes seemed to be hot, not scorching, but very bright, and with a hint of something indescribable, "Or you can call me Sister Shi (Shi)."
Tang Zhao didn't expect there would be another twist after the twist. She didn't know whether it was because of Shi Ci's tone or his gaze, but she blinked and shook her head, "... No."
Maybe even Tang Zuo herself didn't know that this time even her neck turned pink.
Shi Ci propped his chin on his hand, squinted his eyes at her, and smiled again.