non-sweet interaction

Xiao Mingwei shook the box of firewood eggs in his hand: "My colleagues brought them from my old home. They are pure eggs from the countryside. They are good things. Bring them to your mother to eat at home."

Xiao Rujun showed a troubled look: "Don't always bring things to my mother. Every time you bring things, my mother will passionately insult you for half an hour at home. You can't hear me. The pity is my ears."

"She scolded her, you don't know, she is that kind of person, won't she scold me if I don't bring her something?"

"That's true..." This logic was so perfect that Xiao Rujun couldn't refute it.

"That's right, take it away, I don't need to eat such a good meal alone." After Xiao Mingwei finished speaking, he lowered his head and was about to walk away, but Xiao Rujun stopped him.

"Dad, let me ask you something. Were you handsome when you were my age?"

When Xiao Mingwei heard it, he couldn't help grinning: "Why are you asking this? Why, is my daughter-in-law settled?"

"Tsk, what does it have to do with your daughter-in-law?"

"Your father and I, when we were young, people called Andy Lau the paper mill!"

"Blow it! I'll take the eggs!" Xiao Rujun said while sliding the electric car into the carport with two legs.

Every time he thinks that his divorced parents actually live in the same community, Xiao Rujun thinks, what is going on!

Of course, things have to start from when Ms. Yuan Feixia and Mr. Xiao Mingwei were young.At that time, Xiao Rujun had just entered elementary school, but he could somewhat feel what was going on between adults.Xiao Mingwei was rumored to be having an affair with a female colleague in the factory. Yuan Feixia, who is so stubborn, wanted to divorce Xiao Mingwei when she heard it. Good job.At this time, Xiao's old house was about to be demolished, and all miscellaneous compensations were included, so they could be divided into two houses, one big and one small, in the relocation community.Xiao Mingwei was somewhat ashamed, so he gave Yuan Feixia a three-bedroom house. In order to save trouble in the future, he directly wrote Xiao Rujun's name, and it was considered as a guarantee for their mother and daughter in the future.For the remaining small apartment, Xiao Mingwei moved there by himself. More than 20 years have passed, and the two families live in the same community without seeing each other, and they have never seen them remarry.

After dinner, Xiao Rujun used his ipad to catch up on anime for a while, and then he heard his auntie come in while singing.

"Junjun, Auntie brought you a cake. You know the famous cake from the Internet. It's very hard to buy. Come out and eat it!"

Xiao Rujun turned over on the bed and covered his ears with a pillow.Turning on the phone, for some reason, the page of Li Jiaming that I searched in the browser in the morning popped up.Bored, Xiao Rujun flipped through Li Jiaming's portrait photos, and reaffirmed that he was nothing like this little fresh meat in his early twenties.Flipping through the pages, he naturally thought of Meng Qinian. After being ordered around by him for a day, he didn't even know his name. Xiao Rujun felt that he was really a failure.

Without doing anything, Xiao Rujun clicked on WeChat and looked for Bao Yaqian's name in the address book, wondering if he had added this child.Fortunately, Bao Yaqian is a natural social queen, and she has already taken the initiative to add him, but the two have never spoken.Although, Xiao Rujun has never spoken to any student on WeChat.Caring about students is so gross, he can't do it.But there was a reason for what happened today, and he took the initiative to click on Bao Yaqian's dialog box on WeChat without hesitation.

"Well, teacher, let me ask you, do you know the name of the master who sculpted Li Jiaming today?"

Xiao Rujun thought twice and clicked the send button.

Within two seconds, a string of "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" popped up on the opposite side, which startled Xiao Rujun, followed by another "I am not a master, I am a stylist, a celebrity stylist, named Meng Qinian ".

I know that's called a stylist!Xiao Rujun thought, isn't this my honorific title!

"Okay, thank you." Xiao Rujun typed, "Have you finished your homework, and you are still playing on your phone, do you want to inform your parents?" Send.

There was no response from the other side.Very good, Xiao Rujun lay down, opened the Baidu page with a smile, and typed the three words "Meng Qinian".

"Ah, have you slept well?" Yuan Feixia suddenly pushed the door open and came in, frightened Xiao Rujun's phone slapped onto his face, causing the bridge of his nose to hurt.

"Mom! Can you knock on the door? Can there be some sense of distance between us?" Xiao Rujun roared.

"Talk about the sense of distance with your mother, it's against you." Instead of getting angry, Yuan Feixia continued to walk to Xiao Rujun's bed with a smile and sat down, holding her mobile phone in front of Xiao Rujun, "Look at how this girl is, Is it pretty?"

Xiao Rujun pushed Yuan Feixia's hand away without even raising his eyelids: "It's so ugly."

"Why is it ugly? Mom thinks it's pretty good!" Yuan Feixia continued to try to brainwash Xiao Rujun, "The new design from your aunt's company is 26 years old and two years younger than you. It's just a good match. Look Look at those big eyes, how juicy they are!"

Xiao Rujun rolled into the bed, turned his back to Yuan Feixia, covered his head with a pillow: "I'm too lazy to fall in love."

Yuan Feixia slapped Xiao Rujun on the shoulder angrily: "If you don't fall in love, how can you give me a grandson! If you don't talk about it this year, you won't talk about it next year. I used to be a young mother and I didn't worry about it. Now you are 28. What do you want to delay?" time to go?"

"Don't talk about it, I'll show you to death if you talk about it again." Xiao Rujun's voice came muffled from under the pillow, "Dating is a matter of fate, you can't do it by force, don't you understand?"

"I don't understand!" Yuan Feixia raised the bar with confidence, "I was in a free relationship with your father back then, but what happened? Your grandma said a long time ago that you shouldn't let me find someone who is good-looking. Listen, I insist on marrying your father, even though I'm a little vain...isn't this the way it turned out!"

"Then you still pick the pretty one..."

"Hey, isn't my son worthy of a beautiful wife? You are much more handsome than your father when he was young!"

"It's average..." Xiao Rujun never took his appearance seriously, but at least he didn't think he was ugly.Thinking about it this way, Xiao Rujun was a little annoyed by Meng Qinian's words today, what is meant by "I didn't expect you to be so good-looking", everyone can see it, okay?

Xiao Rujun drove the nagging Yuan Feixia out of the room, took out his mobile phone and continued searching.

"Meng Qinian, whose English name is Arther, was born in Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province on December 1988, 12. He graduated from the School of Finance, University of Westminster, UK. He is an internationally renowned fashion KOL. He had many years of experience as a buyer and brand designer assistant in Paris. In 26 He returned to China in 2018 and established AM styling studio, designing fashion styles for domestic first-line stars and fashion magazines. The stars he designed often swept the top of the red carpet and street style rankings, and was praised by fans as a "million stylist".

"Exaggerated." After reading this introduction, two words popped out of Xiao Rujun's mouth. "Baidu Encyclopedia should be edited by myself. It's really exaggerated. Why do people who study finance come back and teach people how to wear clothes, which can also be used as a job? The forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds." Xiao Rujun continued to read some Meng In the media photos of Qi Nian, in all kinds of feasting fashion activities and parties, Meng Qi Nian stood with those red and purple stars, no matter in appearance or aura, he was not inferior, he was even more famous than male stars, Almost everyone rushed to take a photo with him, and surrounded him in the C position. It seemed that he was really in the limelight and very popular.

"Cut." Xiao Rujun sighed with contempt, and slid away from the Baidu page.Not only can he not understand this industry, but he also feels very far away from him. Xiao Rujun can't get the beauty of those five-figure and six-figure fashions, and some of them can't even be called a complete dress. Someone is going to scratch their head for that "beggar's clothes"?Really stupid.

After the first class in the morning, when Xiao Rujun returned to the office, he saw a teacher smiling and holding a notice: "Mr. Xiao, are you interested in getting a spot as an instructor for this year's district speech competition?"

Xiao Rujun waved his hands as usual: "No, no, I can't do it."

"Xiao Xiao, a person like you who has a good professional level but does not actively strive for honor will suffer a big loss in the future evaluation of titles!" The teacher kindly persuaded.

"Hehe," Xiao Rujun smiled wryly, "Next time, I won't argue with you this time."

Zhao Dabing, who was eating steamed buns, heard the conversation, moved towards Xiao Rujun, and asked him in a low voice: "Xiao, Mr. Feng is right, you have been working for two years, and you are still the head teacher this year. It's time to think about it."

"The reason why I become a teacher is because the work is simple and there are many holidays. Do you think I really want to dedicate myself to the cause of education? I am a salted fish with no ambitions. You don't have to persuade me."

Zhao Dabing was not discouraged, and continued: "Last semester, your random teaching method research was published in the "High School Education News", and was also rated as an excellent teaching reference object in the city. It's not that you can't do it, so why waste yourself? talent!"

Xiao Rujun dragged the in-class test papers that had been piled up on the table for three days with no expression on his face, and with his head down, he checked the checkmark: "Lazy."

Zhao Dabing pursed his lips boredly and retracted his neck.I don't know how many times this kind of dialogue has happened. Xiao Rujun's temper is so stubborn, and he doesn't listen to other people's persuasion at all for what he believes.

After grading a stack of test papers, Xiao Rujun's cell phone vibrated suddenly.He glanced at it casually, and found that it was a message sent to him by a school girl he hadn't contacted for a long time.Xiao Rujun frowned, thinking that this sudden contact must be nothing good.After hesitating for a moment, he put down the red pen, picked up his phone and clicked on the message.

"Senior! Have you signed up for our station's amateur transformation program! I actually saw your profile on the topic selection list!!!"

...? ? ?

Xiao Rujun was first shocked by the exclamation mark that came after each sentence, and couldn’t help holding the phone away like a presbyopia. Then he looked at the content of this message and found that it was all Chinese characters but they couldn’t understand what it meant when they were connected together. .Amateur?Transformation?programme?

Xiao Rujun was replying when another picture suddenly popped up. The picture was a remake of a document. The photo pasted on the document was his photo. It was the ID photo posted on the employment certificate, and it was enlarged a lot. What?No no no, there must be a mistake.

"I haven't signed up for any program. You must have made a mistake. This photo is mine, but I didn't sign up. You can figure it out."

"?" There was a question mark immediately answered, Xiao Rujun couldn't help but rolled his eyes, he hates that people don't speak but just send symbols or emojis.Are the Chinese characters, which have been developed by the Chinese nation for thousands of years, going back to the basics and turning back into pictograms?Who knows what the hell you want to express behind a symbol? I'm not familiar with you and I can't understand your inner os, okay?

Xiao Rujun was about to lose his temper, but another message popped out, followed by another:

Seniors can't, I read the information carefully, you are right, your name, your resume, and your photo are all right!

If you don’t know, it might be your family or friends who applied for you. Congratulations. I can give you an inside news in advance. You have been selected by the program team!

Xiao Rujun immediately jumped up from the chair in shock, thinking who is trying to kill me! ! !I will never go to any show! !He raised his head abruptly, just in time to see Zhao Dabing who was opposite him secretly stuffing a spicy stick into his mouth.He swooped down and leaned his upper body over: "Mr. Zhao! Is it you!"

Mr. Zhao’s hand that was putting the spicy strips into his mouth stopped in the air, half of the spicy strips were in his mouth and half were still outside, his face was frozen: "What me?"

Xiao Rujun looked around vigilantly, everyone was busy with their own business and no one paid attention to him, he slid a few inches on the desk, and approached Zhao Dabing in a low voice: "Did you sign up for me on the TV station? "

Zhao Dabing was like the koala who was stunned after eating the leaves. He couldn't understand what Xiao Rujun was saying: "What program, what registration? It's not me, I don't have one, don't talk nonsense."

"Don't rush to deny Sanlian, think about it carefully, it's understandable that you have a bad memory when you're old." Xiao Rujun opened the photo sent by Zuo Xiao, "This is it, do you have any impression?"

Zhao Dabing stuffed the spicy strips that were hanging halfway into his mouth in time, squinted his eyes while chewing, and shook his head: "I don't know, I didn't do it."

Why?Strange, who else?Xiao Rujun took back his phone, his brows were furrowed, but he couldn't remember who he had a feud with and would be punished like this.According to this progress, being registered should have happened at least a week ago. Who would have such clear information about himself?

Xiao Rujun sat down and quickly tapped the screen. The most urgent task now is not to find the "bad guy", but to cancel this matter first.

"There must be a misunderstanding here. I don't want to participate. You can quickly remove the information for me, or cancel the qualification in any way. I will treat you to dinner!" sent.

The phone vibrated, and there was a quick reply: No, senior, I have nothing to do with this program group, and their actual recording was done by an outsourcing company, and I have no contact with the person in charge.

"Then is there any way to cancel it?!!!"