Chapter 89 Cousin
◎I suggest you meet this man as soon as possible◎
Isn't this the case that Liu Liangju just talked about?
The serious crime squad finally had a day off today, with no missions assigned from above, and was just planning to welcome Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao and clean up after them, but who knew this would happen just as they were about to get off work?
Xu Songling looked at Gao Guangqiang helplessly and said, "You are the only group left free."
Gao Guangqiang stood up without hesitation: "Yes!"
Everyone's gaze shifted collectively once again, from Liu Liangju's face to Zhao Xiangwan's face.
Zhao Xiangwan smiled: "I have nothing to do with Ji Zhao, the case is more important."
Zhu Feipeng was a little annoyed: "I was going to treat you to a big meal and let you introduce the investigation methods and characteristics of Kyoto, but I didn't expect that you would have a mission so soon."
He Mingyu glared at Liu Liangju and said, "Good things don't work, but bad things do. You are such a crow-mouthed person that you put the case on us as soon as you mention it."
Zhu Kang spoke up for Liu Liangju: "Junior Sister He, don't blame Old Liu. He just said happily that the case would be handed over to the Santai Road Police Station and he was ready to take a break. Who knew that he would be handed over to our serious crime unit so soon?"
Liu Liangju spread his hands and looked innocent: "I didn't want to do that. How could I have known that it would happen to us?"
Xu Songling looked at Zhao Xiangwan with an apologetic look: "The police station has requested support. It seems that the case is very complicated. I'm afraid we have to start working right away. So, I will send someone to send you and Ji Zhao back..."
Zhao Xiangwan said, "Don't bother. I'll call President Ji and ask him to come over. He hasn't seen Ji Zhao for so many days, and I'm afraid he must be in a state of panic."
Xu Songling thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then you can contact me and we can discuss the case."
Ji Zhao was always calm and composed, and he would follow Zhao Xiangwan's arrangements in everything.
The serious crime team was busy with their work. He quietly took out his sketchbook and began to draw a portrait of Zhao Xiangwan.
Since getting Zhao Xiangwan's permission, Ji Zhao would paint Zhao Xiangwan's portrait whenever he had free time.
He drew dynamic sketches and small portraits one after another. If Ji Zhao had not been away from home and could not complete the drawing, he would have already started creating oil paintings.
Zhao Xiangwan had just experienced a female college student murder on campus. Because he was deeply involved in the case, he felt a little tired and wanted to take a break, so he didn't plan to ask about the murder case in the elementary school dormitory. After talking to Ji Jinmao on the phone for a few words, he took Liu Lizi to play with building blocks.
This time, Liu Lizi brought a box of building blocks to play with. He used wood of different shapes to build houses, bridges, flowers, etc. and had a lot of fun.
Three-year-old Liu Lizi is very cute, smart, and sweet-talker. While directing Zhao Xiangwan to take this and put that, she also imitated the tone of a kindergarten teacher and said "You are so good!", "Great!", "Sister, you are so awesome!", making Zhao Xiangwan feel that he was the kid in the kindergarten and Liu Lizi was the teacher.
Being with such a little girl, one can feel relaxed. There is no need to worry about her saying one thing and thinking another, or to guess her true intentions. This feeling makes Zhao Xiangwan very happy.
From time to time, bits of case information floated over the desk of the serious crime squad, but Zhao Xiangwan did not listen deliberately, nor did he take any serious notes.
[Alas, another female victim, I feel so bad...]
——This is He Mingyu expressing his feelings.
Hearing this, Zhao Xiangwan couldn't help but fell into thought. Having been in the serious crime squad for such a long time, he has come into contact with many cases, big and small, such as Weng Pingfang, Zhan Xiaolan, Wei Qingwan, Wen Qianyu... Most of the victims are women. Why?
From a physiological perspective, men and women have obvious differences in physique and strength. Men are strong, while women are weak. As the saying goes, "one strength defeats ten skills." Once a conflict occurs between men and women, the suppressed party is often women. For example, in domestic violence, the perpetrators are usually men. Are there female perpetrators? Yes, I once heard He Mingyu say that a female judo athlete had been abusing her weak husband for many years. But the proportion of such a family structure with weak men and strong women are very small.
From an emotional perspective, women tend to be more sentimental, especially after becoming mothers. The hardships of pregnancy and childbirth make them more resilient, tolerant, and generous. Men are realistic and rational, analyzing everything from the perspective of pros and cons, and they are in a strong position in the social structure. This difference makes women naturally in a weak position when conflicts occur between men and women.
Like the case of Wen Qianyu, the man's sexual impulse led to a tragic case, and she was powerless to resist. As a woman, Zhao Xiangwan has seen too many such cases and is really tired.
Should the police organize a lecture to teach women how to avoid risks and protect themselves? Thinking of this, Zhao Xiangwan took out a notebook and wrote two lines, preparing to report to Xu Songling when he had time.
Ji Jinmao arrived very quickly.
Although Mr. Ji is usually very busy, he always puts his family first. After receiving Zhao Xiangwan's call, he drove over personally, picked up Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao, and went straight to the top floor of the Four Seasons Hotel.
This was Zhao Xiangwan's second visit to the rooftop of the Four Seasons Hotel.
The last time they came here was because Ji Zhao was missing, and the serious crime squad was having dinner here, so Xu Songling brought everyone to search together.
The top floor of the Four Seasons Hotel has a very wide view.
The sky is clear and blue. Standing on it and looking down, you can see a pile of five- or six-story buildings all around. In the distance, you can see the Cangcui Mountain, Jinlian Lake, and Zao River.
A lot of thought went into the decoration of the roof. Not only was a large area of grass laid, but a green fence was also erected with crape myrtles, hibiscus, osmanthus, and virginiana, dotted with embroidery, roses, camellias, azaleas and other flowers and trees. The bamboo racks on the east side were covered with pink and purple flowers, and bunches of grapes hung on the grape racks. There was also a swimming pool with rippling blue water on the southwest side.
The magnificent rooftop garden villa opened Zhao Xiangwan's eyes. Although he had seen a lot of the world since coming to Xing City, he was still shocked when he stood on the rooftop of the Four Seasons Hotel.
Ji Zhao took Zhao Xiangwan's hand and led him under the grape trellis.
[Do you like grapes? This variety is quite sweet.]
Although Ji Zhao didn't say anything, as long as he had this person in his mind, his observation was very careful and attentive. He knew that Zhao Xiangwan liked to eat sweet and sour fruits, such as grapes and oranges. Eight parts sweet and two parts sour were best. If the sourness was too much, she would find it sour, and if the sweetness was too much, she would find it tasteless.
He also knew that Zhao Xiangwan didn't like food with overly complicated flavors. She only ate the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall made by the Four Seasons Hotel for fun, but what she really liked were those country and heavy-flavored dishes, such as potato pancakes, braised pork, home-cooked eggplant, and fried eggs with green onions.
Although the hotel's rooftop garden is gorgeous, what makes Zhao Xiangwan happiest is probably the grape trellis with branches full of fruits.
The grape racks were not very high, and the bunches of green and purple grapes hanging down were very tempting. Zhao Xiangwan heard Ji Zhao's words, tiptoed slightly, reached out and picked a grape and put it in his mouth.
The taste was juicy, two parts sour and eight parts sweet. Zhao Xiangwan's eyes lit up and he picked another one.
One by one, Zhao Xiangwan finished the whole string without realizing it.
Ji Zhao did not disturb her happiness of picking and tasting the grapes by herself. He sat on a white lounge chair and watched Zhao Xiangwan eat the grapes.
When Zhao Xiangwan had finished her meal and turned around, Ji Zhao stood up and asked her to sit on the recliner, while he moved a square stool and sat next to her.
The two of them took the train back from Kyoto together and arrived at the Serious Crime Unit at around four o'clock. When they returned to the Four Seasons Hotel, it was already past five o'clock. The sun was setting in the west, sinking towards the verdant mountains, and the western sky was covered with beautiful clouds of light.
Aqua, pink, orange, gold, yellow, tangerine...
Various colors spread out in the sky, and brilliant light was cast from the rooftop, just like a fairyland.
Zhao Xiangwan lay in the chair, looking up at the ever-changing sky, his heart calm.
Although evil is always happening in this world, the sky at this moment is breathtakingly beautiful.
It feels so good to be alive.
[Is it nice? I like watching the sunset the most. ]
"It's beautiful. The clouds in the west are so pretty."
[It is difficult to paint this color exactly. ]
"Why does it have to be exactly the same? Just draw the shocking feeling."
Ji Zhao's eyes suddenly became focused and his gaze became scorching.
Zhao Xiangwan was just saying whatever came to her mind, and she didn't know why Ji Zhao suddenly got excited. She met Ji Zhao's gaze and raised her eyebrows slightly: "What?"
Ji Zhao stretched out his right hand and held her left hand tightly.
The skin feels soft and warm when in contact with it.
The little skylark seemed to sense something and started chirping and jumping on the branches.
[Don't they need to be exactly the same? You just need to express that feeling, right? ]
Zhao Xiangwan nodded: "Yes, we see so many things, which one is the most beautiful? No one can tell. Processing those beautiful pictures in the mind and then expressing them, isn't this creation?"
Ji Zhao suddenly laughed.
His smile was like the sun breaking through the clouds, illuminating the earth in an instant.
It also dazzled Zhao Xiangwan's eyes.
The curved eyebrows and eyes are full of joy. The dark and deep pupils are shining with bright light, as if they are a huge black hole, sucking in all the emotions of people, emotion, joy, obsession, happiness...
Zhao Xiangwan didn't hear any sound, but he could see changes in Ji Zhao's little world.
Previously, the big tree where the skylark stood only had one branch sticking out at an angle. The skylark sang alone on the branch and built its nest in the gaps between the branches. Now the big tree showed its full posture.
The branches are lush and leafy, and full of flower buds. Looking at the tree full of flower buds, it seems as if you can smell the rich fragrance of the flowers.
【You said it very well. It turns out that not all pictures need to be recorded. 】
After Ji Zhao said this, he suddenly closed his eyes.
His little world began to stir.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——
Countless fallen leaves and weeds were blown into the air by the wind, scattered and disappeared.
The corners of Zhao Xiangwan's mouth gradually turned up, revealing a hint of a smile.
Is Ji Zhao trying to clear out the redundant memories in his mind?
People often complain that their memory is too bad and they cannot remember all the good things in the past. However, they do not know that memory is actually limited in capacity and too much load will make us suffer.
Imagine that you can remember everything that happens to you. On any given day, what happens to you, what happens to the people around you, what happens in the world that you learn about through TV, newspapers, and magazines, and even every person you see when you walk across the street, what they are wearing, what expressions they have, what they say... You remember everything clearly.
How horrible!
Although Ji Zhao is not a hyperamnesia patient, he has a super memory for images. He can perfectly reproduce any scene he has seen. Such a talent may be a torture for him.
Because he did not know what forgetting was, he was forced to store every scene of his life in his mind. He did not dare to communicate with the outside world or talk to people, because this would cause him to have more memories.
Now, Zhao Xiangwan's unintentional words made him understand one thing: forgetfulness.
The wind in the small world is the wind of forgetfulness that he actively stirs up.
Get rid of all those unimportant, irrelevant and unpleasant images from your mind.
Ji Jinmao, who had arranged dinner, walked over quietly. Seeing Ji Zhao sitting on a stool with his eyes closed and not saying a word, he felt a little nervous. He looked at Zhao Xiangwan and gestured with his hands and mouth: What's wrong with him?
Zhao Xiangwan stretched out an index finger and put it to his lips, signaling him to be quiet.
Seeing Zhao Xiangwan's relaxed attitude, Ji Jinmao knew that it was nothing serious, so he breathed a sigh of relief and stood aside waiting.
It took a full twenty minutes before the wind stopped.
The picture in the small world has also changed.
Clean, clear, simple.
Grasslands, wild flowers, big trees, and skylarks appear and disappear at any time. Ji Zhao's world is entirely controlled by him.
Ji Zhao opened his eyes, and his usually cold face showed a bit of warmth. He reached out and hugged Zhao Xiangwan.
【thank you.】
【It turns out that everything in the past can be forgotten. 】
【Now I feel so relaxed. 】
Ji Jinmao was standing nearby. Zhao Xiangwan smiled, stretched out his right hand, and patted him on the back: "Okay, okay, your dad is here, let's eat."
Ji Zhao let go of his hand, straightened up, turned his head and looked at Ji Jinmao.
It was the first time that Ji Jinmao was stared at so seriously by his son. He felt nervous and at a loss, not knowing what to do.
Ji Zhao thought for a moment, then took out a candied haws wrapped in plastic from his pocket, lifted his father's arm with his left hand, and gently placed the candied haws in his palm with his right hand.
Ji Zhao's right hand gently placed on Ji Jinmao's palm, with a smile in his eyes.
Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were now lively and warm, as if saying: Dad, give it to you.
Ji Jinmao stood there in a daze, not moving a muscle.
Ji Zhao grabbed Ji Jinmao's palm and pushed him.
Ji Jinmao's eyes suddenly turned red, and he tried to hold back his tears for a long time. He nodded repeatedly, clenched his palms tightly, and put away the candied haws as if he had found a treasure: "Okay! Dad, eat it, Dad, eat it."
Ji Jinmao was reluctant to let go of her hand until they sat down to eat.
Zhao Xiangwan watched from the side, feeling happy and a little envious. Ji Zhao really had a very good father. Whenever Ji Zhao gave him a little sunshine, Ji Jinmao's heart would be extremely bright.
Ji Jinmao knew that Zhao Xiangwan had just started dating Ji Zhao and they needed more time to spend together, so he didn't dare to push them too much and didn't bring Luo Danfeng over. He went into the kitchen and cooked a few home-cooked dishes himself, then asked Zhao Xiangwan to sit down.
"Come on, you've been tired on this business trip. I've cooked a few dishes to welcome you. Ji Zhao's mother and grandmother actually wanted to come, but I was afraid that you might feel unfamiliar and uncomfortable, so I held them back. If you're free some other day, come to my house and sit for a while?"
Zhao Xiangwan shook his head: "Not at the moment. I have to hurry back to school tonight to catch up on the lessons I missed."
Ji Jinmao felt a little disappointed, but he quickly adjusted himself.
[As long as Xiang Wan treats Ji Zhao well, it doesn't matter when I meet my parents. She's willing to meet me and take the initiative to call me, which is already a great honor for me.]
Zhao Xiangwan felt relieved after hearing Ji Jinmao's thoughts. To be honest, being in love with Ji Zhao was one thing, but meeting female elders like his mother and grandmother made Zhao Xiangwan feel very pressured, as if he had to integrate into a strange family.
The spacious restaurant is decorated in an artistic style, with a mosaic marble floor, a three-color petal chandelier, and colorful and fresh flower arrangements on the white dining table.
Exquisite tableware, white bone china, beautiful plating, and sumptuous dishes.
All this is very different from Zhao Xiangwan's childhood.
But, Ji Zhao is here.
Zhao Xiangwan glanced at Ji Zhao, who sat calmly beside her and picked up the chopsticks gracefully.
Ji Zhao felt Zhao Xiangwan's gaze, took the bowl of rice handed to him by the housekeeper and placed it in front of her.
【This rice is pretty good, soft and tasty. 】
Ji Zhao's fingers are very long and his skin is very white, but compared with this snow-white bone china bowl, his skin still looks more soft and smooth. His four fingers are resting on the bottom of the bowl and his thumb is clasped on the edge of the bowl, reflecting the two gold edges on the edge of the bowl, creating an indescribable beauty.
Ji Zhao's gentleness soothed Zhao Xiangwan's discomfort when he first arrived in a strange and luxurious place.
No matter where, no matter whether you are poor or rich, no matter whether it is a thatched cottage or a villa or a palace, it is just a meal.
Zhao Xiangwan felt relieved and relaxed instantly.
Taking the rice bowl handed over by Ji Zhao, Zhao Xiangwan picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. He chewed it carefully, his eyes sparkling: "Sure enough, it's very fragrant and soft."
[Right? I like this one the most. My dad may have discovered it, so I bought it from there. I heard that in the extremely cold north, the rice has grown for a long time, so the sugar content is more concentrated and the fragrance is more intense. ]
It was rare to hear Ji Zhao nagging, so Zhao Xiangwan smiled.
Seeing the two little ones' sweet faces, Ji Jinmao was very relieved. He waved his hand to signal the housekeeper to leave, and served the rice and dishes himself. He had been doing business for so many years, so of course he could see that Zhao Xiangwan was a little uncomfortable coming here, but fortunately Ji Zhao was still perceptive and made her happy.
Zhao Xiangwan looked up at the dishes on the table: a potato shredded pancake, a farmer's stir-fried meat, a baked eggplant, a braised fish fillet, and a stir-fried water spinach. These were very down-to-earth dishes. Except for the potato shredded pancake, which was a bit more complicated, the other dishes were common dishes at banquets when Hunan farmers entertained guests, and they were also some of Zhao Xiangwan's favorite dishes.
It feels really good to have people remember my preferences.
Zhao Xiangwan looked at Ji Jinmao and smiled, "Uncle Ji, thank you for preparing these dishes. They are all my favorites."
Ji Jinmao's eyes widened, his face full of surprise: "Oh, is this what you like? Actually, I don't know what you like to eat. These are the dishes my mother often made when I was in my hometown. I like them very much. To be honest, although my Ji family's cooking skills are passed down from the palace, I have cooked so many delicacies from land and sea, but what I really like are some of the home-cooked dishes made by my mother. I just cook according to my own taste. It's rare that you like it too. Come on, eat it."
Tsk! This guy really knows how to talk.
Although he knew that he was just trying to coax him, Zhao Xiangwan's smile deepened and he felt more relaxed and happy. He no longer felt uncomfortable at all and ate happily as if he was at home.
After finishing her meal and drinking a sip of hot tea, Zhao Xiangwan remembered the bonus Qin Yongbing gave to her and Ji Zhao.
Zhao Xiangwan took out two brown paper envelopes from his bag and put one of them in Ji Zhao's hand.
Ji Jinmao asked curiously, "What is this?"
Ji Zhao opened the envelope and took out a stack of 100-yuan bills. When Ji Jinmao saw the money, his eyes lit up immediately: "Is this the money you earned in Kyoto?"
Zhao Xiangwan briefly introduced the case and heard Ji Jinmao sighing. Hearing that Ji Zhao's criminal portraits were awarded, this was the bonus. Ji Jinmao laughed happily: "Is my Ji Zhao so promising? I really didn't pay attention to this matter in Hunan Province."
In front of Zhao Xiangwan, Ji Jinmao did not call his son by his nickname "Zhao Zhao" for fear that his son would feel embarrassed.
Zhao Xiangwan smiled and said, "You don't know, Ji Zhao's move has subdued all the criminal portrait painters there. The leaders of the Kyoto Nishiyama District Public Security Bureau want to recruit Ji Zhao to work there."
Ji Jinmao was happier and happier as he listened, feeling a sense of pride. "So, it was my Ji Zhao's portrait that was rewarded? They said they would give you a second-class merit? Ji Zhao is not in the public security system, so there is no way to reward him, so they can only give him a bonus? That's great, that's great. We are not after money, but a sense of accomplishment, right? Here, you keep this money, and you can keep all the money Ji Zhao earns in the future. Anyway, Ji Zhao doesn't know how to spend money, let alone manage it."
Zhao Xiangwan looked at Ji Zhao.
Ji Zhao handed Qian Zhengzhong to Zhao Xiangwan.
[All the money I earn will be given to you. Didn’t you say that I am your exclusive criminal portrait artist? ]
Zhao Xiangwan was stunned for a moment after hearing Ji Zhao's words: "Did you hear what Ning Qingning and I said?"
Ji Zhao nodded.
[Everything you said is right. From now on, I will be your exclusive portrait artist.]
How can I describe this feeling?
The same words spoken by yourself and by another person sound completely different.
Just like a girl telling her best friend: He belongs to me.
The girl's boyfriend stood in front of her, held her gently in his arms, and whispered in her ear: Yes, I belong to you.
It feels totally different, doesn't it?
Zhao Xiangwan didn't move or speak at this moment, her heart was filled with happiness and joy.
The whole person feels like being soaked in hot water. Every pore and every inch of skin is warm. My heart is swaying like clouds floating in the sky, dyed with gorgeous colors by the sunset glow.
What I have been missing and wanting is this preference.
Yes, preference.
I only want you, I belong only to you. All my talents are only for you.
Ji Zhao felt Zhao Xiangwan's joy. He reached out and held her gently in his arms, letting her head rest lightly on his chest. He slowly stroked her hair with one hand, with a smile on his lips, looking extremely satisfied.
Ji Jinmao had left quietly long ago, and only Ji Zhao and Zhao Xiangwan were left in this private space.
Ji Zhao lowered his head and placed a kiss on Zhao Xiangwan's forehead, his eyes gentle and affectionate.
In his little world, the sky is clear, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
This world only appears to Zhao Xiangwan.
Zhao Xiangwan closed his eyes gently and listened to his heartbeat.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
It’s great that this person belongs to me wholeheartedly.
Back in the dormitory, Zhao Xiangwan's mouth was slightly raised, and her eyes were filled with tenderness, which was quite different from her usual cold appearance. Zhang Yalan circled around her and said, "It seems that your relationship with Ji Zhao has heated up quickly this time when you went to Kyoto to handle the case."
Zhao Xiangwan was generous for once: "The case has been solved! The Kyoto Public Security Bureau gave me a bonus. I will treat you to dinner tomorrow."
Zhang Yalan said with a smile, "Okay, okay, how much did you win?"
Zhao Xiangwan took out money from the envelope: "One thousand yuan."
A thick stack of brand new hundred-dollar bills makes a crisp sound when held in the hand. This feeling is really wonderful.
Wu Ruxin was not short of money, but she was still studying and did not have much pocket money. Miao Hui gave her 100 yuan a month, which was considered very generous compared to other students. Students at the Public Security University wore uniforms during their school years. The school distributed summer, autumn and winter clothes. They were given meal tickets every month, and they did not have to pay for food and accommodation. The management was strict and students had to ask for leave to go out, so they did not have many opportunities to spend money.
The shock of seeing one thousand yuan right in front of them made the other three girls in the dormitory scream and rush over to snatch the envelope from Zhao Xiangwan's hand.
"Show me, show me."
"One thousand yuan, that's a lot! Zhao Xiangwan, you are really rich."
"You have to treat us. Forget about the meal. There's nothing good to eat in our school. You can just buy some snacks and treat us."
Being with girls of the same age, Zhao Xiangwan was in a good mood: "Okay, what do you want to eat? Oh, that's right." She remembered the local specialties she brought back from Kyoto, stood up, opened her bag, and poured out a pile of candied haws, tuckahoe cakes, peach cakes wrapped in plastic wrappers...
"Wow~" the girls cheered, took one and tore off the wrapping paper, and ate while praising: "You have a conscience and know how to bring food back."
For young girls who are studying, the happiest moment is being with their best friends and eating snacks.
After listening to Zhao Xiangwan's account of the investigation process into the Wen Qianyu case, there was a moment of silence in the dormitory.
After a while, Zhang Yalan spoke first, breaking the silence: "Alas, Wen Qianyu is so pitiful. We must be more careful in the evening self-study in the future."
Wu Ruxin rolled her eyes at her and said, "Sister, why is this the Public Security University? Not to mention that outsiders can't come in, even if they come in, are we afraid?"
She gestured with her fists and feet, and said proudly: "My martial arts skills are not learned in vain!"
Meng Annan hadn't said anything, which made Wu Ruxin feel a little strange. She glanced at her and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Meng Annan said: "I don't know why, but I feel like being a woman is so difficult."
After this was said, everyone looked at each other and sighed at the same time.
"What should I do?"
“We don’t have a choice about our gender.”
"Yes, Meng Annan, what can we do?"
Meng Annan said with a sad face: "I don't know what to do. My headache now is that my cousin has encountered a troublesome matter. Can you give me some advice?"
Meng Annan's cousin Gong Anyi is a teacher in a kindergarten in Xing City. Their mothers are sisters and they grew up together, so they have a very good relationship. She calls Meng Annan every week to chat, and they spend time together during the winter and summer vacations.
Zhang Yalan tore open the plastic wrapper and stuffed a small candied haws into Meng Annan's mouth: "Don't worry, eat something sweet first. The book says that eating sweets will make us happy. If you have any troubles, tell us slowly, we are listening."
Meng Annan is a tomboy with short hair and a straightforward temper, but her cousin Gong Anyi is a gentle and graceful Jiangnan beauty. Gong Anyi has a sweet voice and a gentle smile. Maybe because she spends more time with children, she is always used to encouraging and praising people when talking to them.
Zhao Xiangwan had seen Gong Anyi at the school gate before and had a good impression of her. Perhaps because he had just experienced the murder of Wen Qianyu, he became a little nervous when he heard Meng Annan talking about his troubles, and raised his eyes to look at Meng Annan.
Meng Annan had a candied haws in her mouth, so her words became a little vague, but this did not prevent her from expressing herself clearly.
"My cousin is 23 years old this year. After graduating from kindergarten teaching, she was successfully assigned to a public kindergarten as a teacher. She has a gentle personality, smiles before speaking, can tell stories and dance, and is especially popular with children. My cousin has a simple personality and has never had a boyfriend. Although there are people pursuing her, she has not taken a fancy to any of them. She is determined to find a perfect man with strong ability, good personality and good looks."
Zhang Yalan and Wu Ruxin were at an age when they were looking forward to love. As soon as they heard Meng Annan's story, they knew it was about love. They immediately became interested and pulled Meng Annan to sit in front of the desk. They stood around her and asked anxiously, "What happened next? Did your cousin find a boyfriend?"
Zhao Xiangwan finally felt relieved after hearing this. It turned out to be a relationship problem, which was fine. She sat down and poured herself a glass of water, drinking it slowly.
Meng Annan continued.
"My cousin takes relationships very seriously. She always thinks that instead of dating one person after another, it is better to date one seriously and then get married and stay together for life."
Zhang Yalan nodded heavily: "Your cousin is right."
"There were people pursuing her before, and people introduced her to me, but my cousin felt that they were not good enough. If they were good-looking, they would be a little arrogant; if they were capable, they would not be good-looking enough. In a word, it was rare for them to have all three qualities, so she did not continue. She just briefly got to know each other and then politely ended the relationship."
Hearing this, Wu Ruxin couldn't help but express her opinion: "Why does a man need to be so handsome? It's not like I'm picking a movie star. I think it's enough for him to be capable, have a good personality, and be physically strong, isn't it?"
Meng Annan shook his head and sighed, "There's nothing I can do. My cousin just likes handsome men. She was fascinated by Journey to the West and liked men like Tang Monk. She wanted to find a man like that and give birth to a cute baby in the future."
Wu Ruxin really couldn't understand this aesthetic: "Tang Monk? Oh, it's too feminine. No, no, I don't like it."
Zhang Yalan covered Wu Ruxin's mouth with her hand and said to Meng Annan, "Go on, ignore her. She likes tall, mighty, and skilled warriors."
After living in a dormitory for a long time, we are more familiar with each other's personalities and we can get along with each other more freely.
After experiencing family changes, Wu Ruxin's personality was not as arrogant anymore. When Zhang Yalan covered her mouth, she did not get angry but laughed instead. She laughed so hard that she fell backwards and tried to pry her hands apart, and a "Mmmmm--" sound came out of her mouth.
After finally getting Zhang Yalan to let go of her hand, Wu Ruxin laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe: "Okay, okay, I won't interrupt you, Meng Annan, hurry up and talk."
Meng Annan rolled his eyes at her and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will only tell them two and suffocate you to death."
Wu Ruxin nodded repeatedly and made a "zipper" gesture with her hands at her mouth, indicating that she promised not to speak anymore and let Meng Annan continue to talk about the troubles her cousin encountered.
Meng Annan said, "In September, someone introduced a guy to my cousin, who really met her requirements. He was an editor at a magazine, had a fair and handsome appearance, a gentle personality, and spoke elegantly and generously. He looked like a scholar. My cousin was very satisfied with him when she saw him, and they started dating."
Wu Ruxin didn't dare to speak, so Zhang Yalan asked, "What happened next?"
Meng Annan's eyebrows wrinkled. "My cousin used to be so excited whenever she talked about her boyfriend that she praised him to the skies. She said he was very talented in writing and was highly regarded by the editor-in-chief. She said he was very polite and when they went out to eat together, he would always greet everyone with a smile and would often use words like please and you. She also said he was very clean and wore snow-white socks and smelled very good. He looked very well-educated."
She paused and sighed, "But she called me yesterday and was a little hesitant, as if she had encountered some difficulties. I asked her what happened, and she spoke vaguely for a long time. Finally, she said that her partner was too perfect and she felt it was unreal now. The other party proposed to meet her parents and discuss marriage, and she felt it was too fast and was a little hesitant."
Zhang Yalan said: "Is it a fear of marriage? Some girls are so eager for love and marriage that they develop an inexplicable sense of panic when they are about to enter into marriage."
Meng Annan shook his head: "I don't think so. My cousin looks like a love-minded person on the surface, but she is actually quite calm. She set three conditions before, and she has met five or six of them before and after. She would withdraw in time if she was not satisfied. Now this one is pursuing her very seriously, and there is nothing wrong with him. Logically, she should be very happy. But I think her reaction now is not right."
Zhang Yalan was a little confused: "He meets your cousin's standards and likes your cousin. He proposed to her after dating for only one month. So he must be very satisfied with your cousin. Why does it feel unreal? Isn't perfection good? Doesn't your cousin want to find a perfect boyfriend? Why is she hesitant now that he's perfect?"
Meng Annan grabbed a handful of short hair and pulled the bangs on his forehead up, making him look like a little hedgehog, which made Wu Ruxin laugh.
Meng Annan said, "Our school is too strict. We are not allowed to go out normally. I have always wanted to meet this man to help my cousin, but I haven't found a chance."
Hearing this, Zhao Xiangwan spoke up: "I suggest you meet this man as soon as possible."
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