Your Most Faithful Companion

I have to admit that Ji Mingshu is still a woman who knows the current affairs very well.

The blinds in the office are falling slowly, and the light has changed from strong white light to soft warm yellow, and the light and shadow are faint.

From the direction of the desk, there was a rustling sound of clothes and documents falling together, as well as a depressed murmur.

Ji Mingshu sat on the table with his hands weakly clinging to Cen Sen's shoulders, dropped several times, and then took them back several times.

Thinking that there were people outside, she didn't dare to speak out, with tears in her eyes, she could only bite on Cen Sen's neck aggrieved.

The black hair on Cen Sen's forehead was slightly wet, and his affection was deep. He occasionally attached to Ji Mingshu's ear and said something, his voice was low and hoarse, he wanted to || looked hard, even his eyes were red.

In fact, Ji Mingshu’s worries are a bit redundant. As the Chinese New Year is approaching, the employees are basically on vacation. There are few people in the Junyi headquarters building and even fewer people at the top-level president. In addition, Cen Sen also hung up the "Do Not Disturb" prompt, whoever is not long-eyed dared to take a half step and listen for half a minute.

But right, Ji Mingshu won’t come out for a few hours after entering. The assistants on the opposite side of the General Assistant’s Office are a little bit at a loss as to how to deal with them. You look at me and I look at you, and they can all read "Broad Days" in each other’s eyes. Is it suitable for us to do aerobic exercise?" It is extremely embarrassing.

Others have called and said that there are documents that urgently need President Cen's signature and approval. They do not change their face and reply "Cen is busy", while they can't help but silently make up some excessively busy scenes, which is even more embarrassing.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Cen Sen dialed the inside line and told them to leave work calmly. They were eager to disappear quickly, and hurriedly packed their things and rolled out like a gust of wind.

Ji Mingshu repeatedly confirmed that no one was outside before daring to put on sunglasses and pull up the collar, and walked out with small steps behind Cen Sen.

Her walking posture is not natural, she seems to be able to soften at any time, and her knees are also slightly red.

It may be that the office play has already enjoyed himself, and Cen Sen didn't toss when he went home at night. Ji Mingshu shrank into his arms and had a good night's sleep.

-

The next day was the New Year’s Eve, and it’s rare for God to smile after a few days of heavy snow.

Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen got up early and went to the Ji family mansion.

At noon, the two of them stayed at Ji's family for a New Year's Eve dinner. During the dinner, Erbo Jirubo revisited the old things, focusing on one center and two basic points, and started the process of urging children for three years after marriage.

"Second Uncle, I'm only twenty-five, what are you worried about, so many girls are still in graduate school and looking for jobs at my age." Ji Mingshu put down his chopsticks and acted like a baby.

But Ji Rubai doesn't take this set, and his thinking ability is particularly good. "It's still two, five, two, five. Once this year is over, you will be two or six. And you haven't studied for graduate school and haven't looked for a job? How comparable is it with others. Besides, does postgraduate job hunting still affect marriage and children? Sihuai, tell me, is there a lot of little girls in your school who are getting married and having children while studying for graduate students."

Ji Sihuai is Ji Mingshu's lobby brother. He works in a well-known university in the Imperial Capital. He was awarded the title of associate professor in his early thirties.

He smiled and replied: "It's really a lot, not to mention graduate students, there are a lot of undergraduates. Last year, the young girl wanted me to be her mentor. I watched the girl's brains and her overall quality is good. , Thinking about being able to stay in the graduate school, I can come to my laboratory, but the little girl went straight to have a baby before she finished her junior year."

Ji Rubai was satisfied after listening, and then looked at Ji Mingshu with a look of "Have you heard it, what I said is politically correct".

Immediately afterwards, Ji Rusong, her eldest aunt and second aunt, and all the cousins ​​all looked at her together, all with an expression of "Your second uncle is right".

Ji Mingshu took a sip of the soup in his mouth, but didn't swallow it.

Fortunately, Cen Sen spoke softly and helped her out: "Ming Shu is still young, so we can prepare and regulate our body first, and we won't be in a hurry to have a baby in a year or two."

After speaking, he lightly raised the wine glass and toasted her uncle, uncle, and cousins.

Cen Sen has said so, everyone is not good enough to persuade them, after all, squatting in their house every day can't force them to create people.

-

After finally coping with the Ji’s family, I went to Nanqiao Hutong to have a meal in the evening. Cen’s parents also seemed to pass their anger with Ji’s parents. Without saying a few words, they gave various examples and flanked. They didn’t answer. , He directly asked when they planned to have children.

However, the Cen family is better than the Ji family, because Cen Yingshuang rushed back home at the time of the Chinese New Year. She, an older unmarried young woman, rushed to the forefront of being greeted by her elders and blocked a lot of bullets for Ji Mingshu.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, the night has come, the TV is turned on, the advertisements are beaming, and the main house of the Cen’s pavilion is full of laughter. After eating, the juniors all ran out of the alley and went to the trunk of their car to carry fireworks to the courtyard. On the way back, they also compare each other's firework renewal wave more advanced.

Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen spoke with the elders in the main room for a while. Ji Mingshu said that they were a little supportive to eat at night, and Cen Sen said to take her out for a walk.

The adults ridiculed their young couple's affection, Ji Mingshu divided the three into a play, and Qiban felt sweet from the heart, and chatted with the elders, so he got up and took Cen Sen out.

-

The temperature in the imperial capital was very low on winter nights, and there was a breath of white breath in the air. The two of them walked outside along the narrow alleys.

In fact, the Ji family lived in this hutong before, but the family moved when they were in high school. For more than ten or twenty years, this alley seems to be the same as when I was a child. The people are still those people, and the road is the same.

When Ji Mingshu saw the telephone pole at the entrance of the alley, he suddenly pointed to it and said, "Do you still remember it."

Cen Sen looked at her.

"When I was young, my classmates and I used to jump rubber bands here. Can that rubber band be taken apart? We often fixed one side to this telegraph pole."

"Then one time after we were divided into groups, there was one missing person standing there with a rubber band. Just when you came back from school, I would ask you to help."

"Do you remember that you were so indifferent at that time! I glanced at me with that kind of cold eyes, and went home without a hum. I was so angry at the time! I scolded my classmates? Hello for a while!"

"Really?" Cen Sen thought for a while, "I don't remember."

Ji Mingshu gave him a white look, and silently forced a sentence in his heart: There are so many things you don't remember.

She took advantage of this opportunity to turn over old accounts for Cen Sen. She had counted all the crimes that she had sincerely treated him sincerely and wanted to be good friends with him, but he turned away from people thousands of miles away with a cold face, and kept doing **** things.

Cen Sen listened carefully, but was always quiet, because he really didn't remember what Ji Mingshu said.

In the first two years of arriving at Nanqiao Hutong, he was still immersed in a world where there was an father, an mother, and a little sister. He couldn't get away. Even when he went to school to hear his classmates call him by his name, he would especially resist, and he would always silently correct me in my heart: I Not called Cen Sen, my name is An Sen.

The English teacher gently asked him if he had an English name. If not, she could help to get one. He did not hesitate to write an Anson after the registration form. This English name is still in use today.

Although I don't remember what Ji Mingshu said, but thinking about it, he didn't trust and care about the whole world at that time, and he probably couldn't accept Ji Mingshu's kindness of "don't try" at first sight.

But when Ji Mingshu counted his childhood sins, Cen Sen suddenly remembered what Jiang Che had said before--

"Do you remember when you first arrived in Nanqiao Hutong when you were a child, Ji Mingshu liked you, and brought snacks to you every day."

...

"Why not? At that time, Shu Yang still laughed at her hot face and pressed your cold **** every day, and said that she had forgotten Cen Yang so quickly, she had no conscience."

Cen Sen turned his head, "Jiang Che said, I just arrived in Nanqiao Hutong when I was a kid, you like me very much."

Ji Mingshu's voice suddenly stopped, "Yes, that's the kind, out of appreciation for appearance, do you understand?" Ji Mingshu didn't deny it, but just explained it carefully.

"Am I disabled?"

"...?"

"No? You are still disabled like this, so how do others live."

Ji Mingshu never hesitated to praise Cen Sen's appearance, after all, this is also an affirmation of her aesthetics. Even when she first got married, she unilaterally provoked disputes, and at the end she would say something cruel: "For the sake of this face, I am too lazy to argue with you!"

Cen Sen seemed to smile, and then asked: "Then you still like me out of appreciation for appearance."

"..."

Such a trick is to be immersed in a pig cage!

-

The two of them had already reached the telephone pole at the entrance of the alley. Ji Mingshu's lips were tightly pressed, and his little heart was pounding wildly, but he just didn't answer.

The cold wind blows across the alley, the street lights on the long street are shattered, reflecting the snow that suddenly falls in the middle of the night, and the childish faces of the children on the opposite side laughing and chasing with fireworks sticks.

Ji Mingshu was thinking how to answer, Cen Sen suddenly hugged her from behind, wrapped her whole body in his coat, and wrapped her hands from behind, around her waist. Lips were also on the side of her ears, cold and wet, and itchy.

Ji Mingshu's face was hot and he hid slightly.

Speaking of...this is a bit beyond the scope of love of married couples, in fact, it seems a bit...

She had always restrained herself from thinking too much. One was afraid that because she liked it, she added a lot of filters to Cen Sen's behavior; the other was afraid to ask and get an answer that disappointed her.

But now she felt it very clearly, as if she was not thinking too much.

"Then, then you answer me first."

"Ok?"

"You...do you, do you like me?" She didn't stop after asking, and hurriedly explained to herself, "It's not that I am narcissistic, or that you have been treating me too much. If you don't like it, so Your fault, because you gave me such an illusion, you know, for example, because I rushed back from Paris before, buy me this and buy it..."

"I just noticed it."