At 8:45 in the evening, Song Shengsheng stood at the door of the KTV on the commercial street diagonally opposite Peking University, and together with Shang Heyu, he saw off the professors and classmates one after another.
Shang Heyu glanced at his watch and said, "Shengsheng, it's almost nine o'clock. Where is your home? I'll take you there."
Song Shengsheng glanced at her phone and said, "No need, my husband is here to pick me up."
"Then I'll wait with you for a while."
Song Shengsheng smiled and nodded.
The two stood under the eaves facing the street, and Song Shengsheng sent a message to Jiang Yiyu, asking him where he was.
Jiang Yiyu: Arrive in five minutes!
Song Shengsheng looked at the emoticon package he sent with the promise of patting his chest and chuckled.
Shang Heyu looked down at her, pushed his glasses slightly, and said with a smile: "It seems that you and your husband are very loving."
Song Shengsheng hummed without even looking up: "If we're not in love, why would I marry him?"
After she finished speaking, she felt that what she said was a bit bad, and she looked up at Shang Heyu and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, senior, this is how I talk, don't take it to heart."
"It's okay. I think you're outspoken, cheerful, bright, charming, and very likable. Your husband is very lucky."
Song Shengsheng withdrew his gaze from him and leaned over to look at the intersection. "Senior, you are young and promising. There must be a lot of people who like you."
Shang Heyu smiled and said, "Maybe. Shengsheng, what are you going to do in the future?"
"My ideal goal is to get a doctorate and then teach at a university like you. I heard from my professor that you're now an associate professor at Nancheng University. That's amazing! I read the journal paper you published a while ago, and it's incredibly well-written. Senior Shang is my role model now."
"You are also very good. Do you want to come to Nancheng University in the future?"
Song Shengsheng pulled up the strap of the canvas bag slung over his left shoulder. "My family is in Beijing. I grew up here. All my relatives and friends are here. I definitely want to stay here and develop my career. I don't want to leave home. Where are you from, senior?"
"The capital."
"You travel quite far for work, then."
"Last year, I brought my parents to South City, and now we've settled there."
"That's great." Song Shengsheng didn't know what else to say to Shang Heyu. She put her phone into her trouser pocket a little awkwardly, looked down at her toes, and swayed her body from side to side.
Shang Heyu asked, "What kind of person is your husband?"
"He's a really good person, very kind to me. He's also very talented. There's nothing he can't do as long as he wants to. He's a very capable person."
"You love him very much."
"Of course, he's the person I love most besides my family, but now he's my family too."
“That’s really enviable.”
Song Shengsheng stopped, looked at Shang Heyu and smiled: "Senior, don't be envious. You will also meet someone you love and who loves you. You two are very compatible with each other, and you will definitely be very happy."
"I hope so." Shang Heyu looked at her with a smile, a trace of loneliness flashing in his eyes: "I remember when we last met, you were still an undergraduate. What year were you in?"
"I met you during my junior year at a lecture by a senior teacher. The teacher introduced you to us and said you were his favorite student. Even before that, I saw you once during my freshman year, also with the teacher."
"More than twice, right? Have you forgotten that you and your teacher came to NTU once two years ago? I was in charge of your reception then."
"Remember, I just forgot to mention it."
"We've only met a few times, but you've left a very deep impression on me."
Song Shengsheng smiled politely, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and moved aside unnoticeably: "Isn't it possible that he's giving off a bad impression, like someone who can eat and drink a lot but is not good at academics?"
"No, she's beautiful and generous, bright and cheerful, thoughtful, and has her own unique views on academics. In short, she's very attractive."
"Thank you for the compliment, senior." Song Shengsheng smiled, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and sent a WeChat message to Jiang Yiyu: Five minutes are up, where are you?
Shang Heyu pushed his glasses: "Where are you, sir?"
"We're almost there, senior, why don't you go first?"
"It's okay. I'll be alone when I get home, so why not stay with you for a while? We can still talk."
Song Shengsheng smiled politely.
After about two or three minutes, Jiang Yiyu replied: "Who's that guy next to you?" His shifty eyes showed he had no good intentions.
Song Shengsheng glanced at Shang Heyu who was looking into the distance and asked Jiang Yiyu: Where are you?
Jiang Yiyu: It’s in the convenience store diagonally across from you on your left, come quickly.
Song Shengsheng put away his phone and said to Shang Heyu, "Um... Senior, my husband has arrived. I'm going to go find him. I'll excuse myself for now. You should go home quickly too."
"Where is he?"
Song Shengsheng raised her hand and pointed to the convenience store. Jiang Yiyu was wearing a black loose hooded sweatshirt, light blue jeans, a black baseball cap and a black mask. He was sitting at a table by the window of the convenience store with his arms folded, looking at them.
Shang Heyu slowly frowned: "It's late at night, and your husband is wearing quite a lot of clothes. He is quite heat-resistant."
Song Shengsheng smiled and tugged at the bag strap that had slipped down his shoulder. "He's had a bit of a cold recently, so I asked him to wear more clothes. Senior, let's not talk about it for now. I have to go find him."
Shang Heyu nodded: "Slow down, see you next time."
"See you next time."
Song Shengsheng waved at him, then looked around hurriedly, avoiding the vehicles passing on the road, and trotted into the convenience store not far away across the street.
She sat down next to Jiang Yiyu and put her bag on the table: "Why did you come just now? I was a little socially anxious just now." She picked up the water in front of Jiang Yiyu, unscrewed it and took a sip.
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