Not long after, the "mentor" Chen Wenzhi mentioned returned.
Chen Wenzhi opened the door.
Holding two bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), Song Shengping was surprised when he saw who opened the door, but then joked, "What wind blew our science prince here?"
Ying Qian listened from inside and began to suppress her laughter.
Surprisingly, Chen Wenzhi also has a nickname: "Little Prince of Science"...
Ying Qian spotted Song Shengping first. He was of average height, with a large beer belly and a receding hairline. It seemed like teachers like him were found all over the country…
Song Shengping paused when he saw Ying Qian sitting in the living room. "This is?"
Chen Wenzhi smiled and said, "My friend."
Song Shengping gave her an "I understand" look, then told her to watch TV, and called Chen Wenzhi to go downstairs to get some beer.
“Teacher, drinking alcohol is bad for your health.” He said in a somber tone.
"Tsk." Song Shengping brushed it off by saying he "couldn't quit."
Chen Wenzhi knew he couldn't persuade him, so he gave up.
Song Shengping smiled and nudged Chen Wenzhi's forearm with his elbow, then secretly glanced back and asked, "Tell me, is that your girlfriend?"
"Yes and no," he said ambiguously.
"Don't play word games with me," Song Shengping said. "I'm so old, do you think I can't see it?"
“…Hmm.” Upon hearing this, Chen Wenzhi readily admitted it and stated his future plans, “However, we haven’t officially started talking yet. I plan to develop the relationship further after graduation.”
After pondering for a while, Song Shengping agreed: "That's a good idea."
There was a case of beer downstairs, and Chen Wenzhi simply hugged it all by himself.
Song Shengping didn't refuse and continued, "You mustn't hold her back. I know your personality; dating won't affect you, but it might not affect her."
No, it won't.
Is she in your class?
"We'll be in different classes soon."
"Um……"
The door hadn't been closed; it had been ajar, and it opened with a push.
Chen Wenzhi's forehead was covered in a layer of sweat. He put down the case of beer and sat down in Ying Qian's seat.
Being so close, Chen Wenzhi could smell the light fragrance of laundry detergent on her. The scent wasn't strong, but it was enough to be noticed; it was a faint minty fragrance.
Why is it minty? Do you make minty-scented laundry detergent?
He thought about it for a while, but came to no conclusion.
The food was still a while away, so Song Shengping pulled Chen Wenzhi to the room to look at the questions.
He casually asked, "How's your physics, young lady?"
Ying Qian, not daring to be arrogant, humbly replied, "It's just average."
"Then please wait a moment."
And so, she was left alone in the living room once again, the north wind blowing in through the screen window, making her shiver.
I need to find something to do, right?
Ying Qian buried her head in thought, wondering what else she could do in someone else's house.
So all I could do was devour the tangerines in front of me.
The sweet and sour juice explodes on your taste buds.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Where is Meng Beiyan?
Ying Qian [is outside with a friend.]
Meng Beiyan: [Do you want me to pick you up?]
She breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, they didn't ask which friend it was...
Ying Qian: [No need.]
She didn't dare say that she and Chen Wenzhi were living together. She admitted that she knew Meng Beiyan would be furious if he found out, and might even be furious to death.
They might even resort to violence...
Fortunately, Meng Beiyan did not send any more messages.
Her mind was finally at ease.
Not long after, it was time to eat.
Mrs. Song placed the dishes on the table and noticed that Ying Qian was left alone. She frowned and asked, "Little classmate, aren't they taking you with them?"
She shook her head, her expression indifferent, seemingly unconcerned.
Actually, she cared about it terribly!
Why leave her all alone? I wish I hadn't come!
Madam Song appeared very kind and approachable, radiating a maternal aura that made her instantly likable.
The dish on the table is pickled fish.
Ying Qian thought she couldn't just sit there, so she went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes.
When Chen Wenzhi came out, he saw her rushing out with a plate. It must have been very hot, because she insisted on putting it on the table before she frantically shook her hand because it was so hot.
He stood there, not understanding.
Song Shengping then knew that the boy was feeling sorry for him.
Chen Wenzhi walked up and took her hand. Her face instantly turned red, and her fingertips were also red. He blew on her fingertips with pity: "Didn't you know to wrap them in a rag? You're like an idiot..."
He didn't mean any blame; he was more concerned about her.
Ying Qian nervously shrank her shoulders, then gently broke free.
They chatted happily at the dinner table, but Ying Qian, being an outsider, didn't speak up.
She only spoke cautiously when asked by the two elders.
After the meal, seeing that Ying Qian wasn't in much interest, Chen Wenzhi exchanged a few pleasantries with his teacher and his wife before leaving.
The sky was completely dark, and the moon was exceptionally round.
This perfectly illustrates the saying that the moon is fullest on the sixteenth day of the lunar month.
"Are you unhappy?" Chen Wenzhi asked.
Ying Qian nodded.
"Why?" he asked softly.
"Because I'm an outsider, I can't join the conversation. I'm not familiar with your teacher, and you left me there alone. I felt very awkward and even wanted to run away. I felt so helpless."
Chen Wenzhi was very happy that she was able to tell him her true thoughts. He stopped in his tracks, reached out and hugged her. The minty scent on her body became more and more obvious.
"I made a mistake, I'll correct it next time."
He obediently admitted his mistake.
This way of getting along is comfortable; at least you don't bottle up your feelings, and you can speak out when you're unhappy.
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