Bai Jia leaned in front of the bay window of the bedroom and made more than a dozen phone calls. When it was almost noon, the call finally got through.
The other party picked it up, and after a long while there was a slight movement, and a nasal "Hello".
On the other end, Lin Mian had just woken up, and his voice was so soft that he heard it was Bai Jiayi and wanted to hang up the phone and continue to sleep, but was quickly stopped: "Hey Mianbao! Don't hang up, I have something urgent to ask you."
Lin Mian slowly sat up, half-closed his eyes, sat on the edge of the bed and looked for slippers with his toes, rubbed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Bai Jiayi looked forward to: "Did you stay at Que Qingyan's house last night?"
Overnight...
Lin Mian recalled that not only did she not stay overnight, but he also saw the ambiguous girl comics she drew.
He must think that she is not academically correct, thinking about messy things all day long, and she still wants to chase him like this.
Too many things happened last night, and now after thinking about it, the overwhelming sense of shame came up belatedly. Halfway through finding the slippers, Lin Mian stopped looking, and turned around and slumped back into the quilt again.
"Lonely men and widows, they are all in the same room due to a power outage, and nothing happened yet?" Miss Bai, who was being grounded, finally found the joy of gossip. Hearing this, she was very regretful, and after thinking about it, she persuaded, "Mian Bao , or forget it.”
Bai Jiayi said in his heart that these two people are not in the same rank at all, fortunately it is Mian Bao's wishful thinking, and Que Qingyan has no interest in her yet. If one day he wants to tease her on a whim, she will definitely be overwhelmed, and she will fall down with one kick, and she won't know how she was wiped out in the end.
"Don't talk about Que Qingyan. Even if you can't find a man as good as him, if you want to find a high-quality man in the circle, are you afraid you won't find it?" Bai Jiayi persuaded very reservedly, "When you fall in love with him again someday If you forget someone else, you will find that these are all in the past tense, just like you wrote dozens of love letters for a person in middle school, and now you have forgotten all of them—”
"It's him."
Bai Jiayi was taken aback: "Who?"
"The person I wrote dozens of love letters to." After a pause, Lin Mian replied in a low voice, "...is Que Qingyan."
Nine years ago, Lin Zhai.
The cards on the table had been changed for three rounds, and it happened that Auntie came in pushing a small silver dining cart, and bowed to replace it with a new pot of scented tea. Ruan Lishu glanced at the card in her hand, saw her aunt coming in, and asked, "Sister Lan, is Mianmian still asleep?"
"Still sleeping." Auntie removed the finished dessert plate and added, "Mr. called just now and said that he would be back late because of a social engagement, so he won't be eating at home."
Ruan Lishu responded: "Understood, ask Aunt Zhang to cook one more soup, just to sober up when he comes back." After finishing speaking, she paused, "Sister Lan, go and wake Mianmian up, she has slept all afternoon, and by the way, put the cake Bring some up."
Surrounded by four women at the card table, their gestures were full of luxury. Although they all looked old, they were well-maintained, and even the hands that touched the cards were fair and delicate. The wife next to her heard the words and joked, "Li Shu doesn't know how much she loves her daughter."
"If the one in my family is as obedient as Mianmian, I'll hold it in my hands." The other wife took the conversation, suddenly remembered something, and asked the person who hadn't spoken all the time, carefully apologizing, "Mrs. Que, it's all Christmas vacation. Is Qingyan coming back?"
When they are free, most of the social activities of wealthy wives are to go shopping together, drink afternoon tea, and push a few cards. When chatting about the son of the Que family, the tone is more or less envious.
The Que family has a free family style, fully respects his son's personal planning, and follows the law rather than business. The son of the Que family has already graduated from a first-class overseas university with a master's degree at the age of 20. I heard that he will continue to pursue a doctorate. He has made remarkable achievements in the academic world.
Talking about her son, Que Tai smiled happily: "Qingyan got off the plane at noon, and will come to pick me up later."
On the other side, the aunt came to the bedroom on the second floor and woke up the little girl who was still asleep.
Lin Mian was taken by Lin's mother a few days ago, and he just came back from playing in Brussels, and has already lost two days of jet lag.
The cake served was a delicate piece, neatly placed in a porcelain plate. The aunt brought up three yuan, and Lin Mian was full after stuffing one, and pushed the rest to the aunt.
The little girl yelled "Aunt Lan" sweetly and softly, which was terribly likable. The aunt put away the dishes and was about to go downstairs. Before closing the door, she said with a smile: "Madam is still playing cards and drinking tea with people in the teahouse. There was snow outside just now. When you go downstairs, miss, you need to wear two more."
Unexpectedly, the little girl responded sweetly with "Okay" on her front feet, and then stepped out of the terrace on her back feet, wearing only her pajamas, and didn't even bring any extra clothes.
It was still in the afternoon, and there had just been a snowfall, which was thinly accumulated on the white-painted railings of the terrace, and it was hard to tell without looking carefully.
Lin Mian lay on the railing and looked down.
She originally wanted to watch the snow on the terrace, but her sight caught a person.
Lin's house is a duplex villa, and the building where Lin Mian's bedroom is located and the building where the teahouse is located are separated by a garden. From her point of view, behind the terrace on the second floor is a snow-covered garden with dead branches and bare branches, and a man is standing underneath.
She wore a black coat, her legs were straight and slender, and her black Martin boots stepped into the snow, the tone was very eye-catching.
The sky was dim, and the little girl stood on tiptoe, trying to poke her head out from behind the railing to say hello:
"Hello-"
The man raised his face when he heard the words, and noticed that there was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl lying on the balcony on the second floor, with red lips and white teeth, and a pair of sparkling eyes.
When Lin Mian saw his eyes cast over, he paused for two seconds and responded, "Hello."
His voice was low and pleasant. Lin Mian unconsciously clenched his hand holding the railing, and asked, "Why are you standing here? Are you waiting for someone?"
"Who are you waiting for? It snowed just now, and it's very cold outside, do you want to come in?"
The little girl had a lot of questions, she asked them a series of questions, and finally she whispered, "You look so pretty."
"..." Que Qingyan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and looked away without looking back at her.
Lin Mian stared blankly for a few seconds, his fingers were already numb from the cold, and he still didn't move.
Layers of clouds piled up, and the sky began to snow finely, drifting in along the terrace, and falling on Lin Mian's eyelashes and nose. She flinched, and asked with a sigh of relief: "Are you still going to stay here?"
Que Qingyan was copying his pocket with one hand, then raised his eyes to look at the little girl pawing the balcony.
Not far away, Lin Mian even saw him raise his eyebrows slightly, smiled lowly, and asked, "Why don't you go in?"
look at you.
Lin Mian unilaterally declared that he had answered this question in his heart, but did not dare to answer it. She thought for a while, and said stubbornly, "May I go get you an umbrella? I'll throw it to you from here, and it will be soon."
Afraid that he would refuse, she didn't hesitate after she finished speaking, turned around and ran back to the bedroom with a beating heart, rummaged through boxes and cabinets for a long time before digging out a long-handled umbrella, and stopped before walking out of the terrace.
The sixteen-year-old girl's heart was pounding. Lin Mian looked at the umbrella and secretly kissed the umbrella handle.
And by the time she returned to the terrace with a blushing heartbeat, the person had already disappeared.
Bai Jiayi was silent for a full two minutes, and asked in shock: "Did Que Qingyan read those dozens of love letters?"
Lin Mian thought, before she handed him the stack of love letters, she was rejected.
After so many years, Que Qingyan no longer remembers who she is.
Reminiscing over and over again the piles of piles that he made by himself when they met again, Lin Mian felt guilty while biting his toast, and said in his heart that fortunately, fortunately, he didn't remember...
If you really want to count how many outrageous things she has done so far, you will find that there are really more than one or two. Pretending to be Xu Tong, sleeping in class, daring to chase him, lying about painting club newspapers, and even cooperating with his students to lie to him... If Que Qingyan finds out by then, count the crimes and punish him, the consequences...
No, I dare not think about it.
Ten circles for one lie. Teacher Mu Mian was struggling for a second between chasing love and cherishing life, and chewed the toast melancholy.
The blank document written last night was still on the computer desktop. Lin Mian tore up the bag of milk, stared at the title of "On the Strategy Success Rate of Capturing Professor Que's Heart" for a while, and began to open WeChat to send messages to Xu Zhu.
When chasing people, you must also pay attention to the basic law, and practice to gain true knowledge, you have to do it bit by bit.
This is the truth that Lin Mian realized last night.
The first lesson of Mr. Mu Mian's chasing class: see every stitch.
Xu Zhu replied immediately: [My boss is going to give a class to graduate students this afternoon. The economic law class will end at about four or five o'clock. Do you have anything to do with him?]
Lin Mian thanked him, and replied sincerely: [I want to go and see.]
Xu Zhu thought that his old classmate was overwhelmed by the sophisticated temperament of his tutor, so he came to watch the class. I didn't even think about it at this level.
The fact is that Lin Mian was really overwhelmed by Que Qingyan's temperament and elegance.
...to see people.
It was raining lightly when Lin Mian went out in the afternoon, so she took an umbrella along with her.
The apartment is near K University, and Lin Mian figured that Que Qingyan would go there when class was approaching. She originally wanted to pick a small corner to watch him finish a class secretly, who knew that the terrain of K University is really complicated, except for the few routes she usually takes, other...
Lin Mian did not know how many times he went back to his original position in the rain, turned on his phone, and reconfirmed the address of the teaching building that Xu Zhu sent over.
Counting the time, he should leave get out of class...
"School girl!"
Who is the school girl
A clear voice came from behind, Lin Mian turned around in a daze, holding an umbrella to look at the boy not far away.
The boy was hiding from the rain downstairs in the teaching building, and she didn't remember until she got closer.
It was the little boy who helped her take a seat in the international economic law class.
"I just looked at the back and thought it looked like you. I didn't confirm it, so I didn't have the nerve to call you." The boy smiled a little embarrassedly, and asked her, "Why are you here? You are also here for class?"
Lin Mian responded. She asked for help, held back and held back: "Learn—"
"Senior... Senior."
Boy: "..." Why do you have the illusion of screaming very reluctantly
Glancing at the address in Lin Mian's hand, the boy suddenly said, "Sister, can't you find your way? No wonder I saw you walking around here several times just now." He pointed to a building a hundred meters away, " It’s that building, that’s an old building for graduate students, and the sign has been painted over, so it’s hard to tell.”
It was also a coincidence that Lin Mian looked over, and across the nearly 100-meter rain curtain, a few students came out of the building in twos and threes, followed by a familiar figure.
Que Qingyan walked out holding an umbrella, standing out from the crowd of two or three.
Lin Mian suppressed the corners of her lips that turned up unconsciously, turned to look at the boy, and suddenly said solemnly, "Senior."
"You are hiding from the rain here, don't you have an umbrella?" She took the umbrella and gave it to him with concern, "Let me lend you my umbrella."
"..." The turning point came too suddenly, the boy was a little confused: "What?"
Lin Mian handed over the umbrella in his hand. Across two steps, the boy looked at the junior girl with exquisite features in front of him, took the umbrella, blushed and murmured: "Sister, you didn't ask when you fell asleep last time, just, you can add a micro-" Do you believe me.
Lin Mian watched Que Qingyan go farther and farther, and hurriedly said, "You don't have to pay it back."
"no… "
"Thank you."
Thanks for what? Who thanks whom? ? "Oh no, wait—"
The boy borrowed an umbrella and thanked him for nothing. Seeing Lin Mian turn around and go into the rain, he couldn't stop him.
On the other side, a student was reporting the progress of the project to Que Qingyan while walking. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person without an umbrella in the rain, and said "Huh" in doubt.
Que Qingyan also noticed Lin Mian who was drenched in the rain, his eyes paused slightly, and his eyes darkened: "The project progress has been sent to my mailbox tonight, and the literature review requested earlier is attached."
This sentence was spoken to the students, but what they saw was Lin Mian in the rain.
The student hurriedly responded, greeted respectfully, and left first.
There was no one else within sight, Lin Mian saw Que Qingyan walking straight over with an umbrella, and stood still a step away from her, holding the umbrella on top of their heads.
It wasn't raining too much, so I didn't get drenched after running for a while.
He had a student there just now, and Lin Mian couldn't say hello, but now there are only two people left, and he doesn't know how to say hello.
After some rain, Lin Mian guessed that he must be in a mess, so he didn't have the nerve to look at him, so he whispered: "...Professor Que."
Que Qingyan's voice sounded above his head, asking, "Did you bring an umbrella when you went out?"
Lin Mian was confused: "Hmm..."
"She wants to hold an umbrella with him, so she has to come here even in the rain" is something you can't say even if you are killed...
She thought for a while, then raised her head and asked, "Professor Que, do you want to go back to the apartment later?"
He stared at her without saying a word, probably acquiescing.
"Then can I..." Lin Mian's face was gone, her eyes were astonishingly bright, as if they were pools of water, "Can I borrow your umbrella to go back together?" To show her sincerity, she immediately added a promise , said earnestly, "I can hold an umbrella for you."
Lin Mian took Que Qingyan's umbrella. The long-handled black umbrella felt a little heavy in his hand.
He was much taller than her, and Lin Mian had to take his height into consideration, so when holding the umbrella, he had to raise his arms significantly so that he could reach the position where he was holding the umbrella.
Que Qingyan stopped where he was and did not leave. Lin Mian looked up at the man and saw that he was also looking at her.
He has deep brows and deep eye sockets. He usually looks reserved and calm when he doesn't smile, but now his expression is slightly moving, and his eyes seem to be smiling but not smiling.
Lin Mian's heart trembled when he saw it, and he felt that his little thoughts were instantly penetrated.
Lin Mian was drenched in the rain, and her jet-black hair stuck to her face, giving her a pitiful and well-behaved look. Que Qingyan stared at her for a while with lowered eyes, then raised his hand to hold the upper end of the umbrella handle.
Lin Mian was trying to hold up the umbrella, but suddenly felt that the umbrella was pulled down by him along with the hand holding the umbrella.
The man leaned down slightly, keeping his gaze level with hers.
The shadow above the head gradually deepened, and the umbrella slowly came down, like a covering barrier, isolating the noisy rain, and bringing the two of them together.
"Xu Tong." The rain gradually became heavier, and Que Qingyan faced her face to face, only separated by a punch. He asked her, "Do you think I won't do anything to you, that's why you dare to go so far?"
"Taking up a conversation with your professor in public, which law says so?" After a pause, "Tell me?"
His voice was not harsh, but when it was lowered, there was a kind of seductive gentleness.
Caught off guard so close... It's simply devastating. Lin Mian was completely stunned.
She couldn't restrain her ears from turning red, and asked the key point: "Well, isn't that a public occasion..."
"..." Que Qingyan squinted his eyes, and Lin Mian's voice became smaller and smaller.
He looked worried, as if he was really angry.
Lin Mian's heart sank slightly, and she quickly changed her words to remedy the situation: "I was wrong, I know I was wrong, and I will never...don't..." She blushed with remorse, and whispered, "Don't be angry, okay?"
Que Qingyan looked at Lin Mian with red eyes in front of him, his expression slowed down, and he held up the umbrella in her hand.
He seldom used his high-profile status to coerce his students, which was the first time in history. After all, she didn't have bad intentions, so he just stopped talking, and no matter how heavy the tone was, it would be counterproductive.
"Oh, I've been waiting in your office for a long time." A voice came from afar, "Every time I get out of the court, I run faster than anyone else. Treating you to a meal is like killing me. Are you so busy?"
Lin Mian turned his head when he heard the words, and quickly wiped his eyes before looking at the person coming.
The man who walked over was wearing a neat suit, with a blue and white lawyer's badge pinned to the pocket of his suit jacket. It was the champagne tie that Lin Mian had encountered in the apartment elevator before.
Que Qingyan looked indifferent, and asked, "Didn't I cancel the dinner tonight?"
"Young Master Que, can you save some face?" The champagne tie collapsed, "There is no one else, just a few people in the law firm. If you don't go, I will bet nothing but my trousers."
These words were neither dirty nor vegetarian, Que Qingyan glanced at him, and only then did he notice that there was Lin Mian next to him.
The champagne tie found a breakthrough, and said enthusiastically, "This is your student? Come and join us."
"..." Having just been trained, Lin Mian was very interested and said, "I won't come."
The other party tried to persuade: "If I don't persuade you, your teacher won't come, so just do me a favor, little girl."
Champagne tie deals with all kinds of people every day. He talks about people when he sees them, and talks about people when he sees them.
Lin Mianxin said that even if she went to Que Qingyan, she would not go...
She had never dealt with such a person before, so her first reaction was to turn her head to look for Que Qingyan, staring at him eagerly, her almond eyes filled with pleading for help.
The champagne tie was amusing the little girl, but Que Qingyan glanced over and fell silent.
Lin Mian was waiting there when Que Qingyan paused and asked, "Do you want to go?"
"..." She was stunned: "Huh?"
He was asking for her opinion, and he was also giving her a step down. Lin Mian was about to shake his head, but when he looked at his face, he said, "Are you going?"
Que Qingyan turned his face to look at her.
Lin Mian didn't realize it either, and the words just flowed out: "I'll go if you go."
The voice fell.
Lin Mian: "..."
For the first few minutes, I was still promising to admit my mistake, and it didn't take long for me to do it again. Lin Mian realized that he wanted to shake his shoulders and cry, now you are a repeat offender with a lot of criminal records in his eyes, can you be more reliable—
She swears to God, this sentence is really unintentional.
"..." Lin Mian wanted to cry, "If I say, I really didn't do it on purpose, would you believe me?"
really...
Seeing that Que Qingyan was holding an umbrella in the champagne tie, he squeezed the space between his eyebrows with his free fingers.
Laughed angrily.
With a champagne tie and hair lowered, she sent a text message, fingers quickly: [At seven o'clock in the evening, Jing Zhaoyin is having dinner, come quickly.]
Bulk.
[What are you doing? Is there no one invited? If you lose, please eat?]
[I invited my client to dinner, why?]
…
Typing with a champagne tie: [Onlookers watch a little girl bravely climb the high mountains in the legal world, picking flowers with her life.]