How can I always be treated as a woman

When he first went to bed, Jing Xing was lying on the side of the floor far away from Lan Wanhua because of his shyness. Although his eyes were closed, he couldn't fall asleep because of the sound of someone breathing under the bed. He obviously felt that a long time had passed. , opened his eyes, and glanced at the luminous clock beside the bed, only 5 minutes had passed.Afraid of waking up Lan Wanhua who was under the bed by baking pancakes, Jing Xing stroked his wrist and entered the space.

Unlike the bleak autumn wind in reality, the space is full of flowers. Not only the aboriginal peach blossoms by the lake are blooming one by one, but also the newly transplanted peonies, peonies and rhododendrons are blooming one after another.After walking among the flowers for a while, Jing Xing suddenly had a thought, and the lock of hair that was cut off in the military camp appeared in his hand.He took out a bunch of bright red ribbons from the rosy brocade bag, twisted the strands of hair into a thin rope with his fingers, and tied a concentric knot with the red ribbons.

"One-inch concentric knot, hundred-year-long-lived flower" Looking at the black and red concentric knot in the palm of his hand, Jing Xing couldn't help but start to look forward to a sincere love that will last for a century.

Coming out of the space, Jing Xing carefully moved to the other side of the bed, looked at the person under the bed who was breathing evenly, and carefully traced his peacefully sleeping eyebrows and eyes with his eyes, thinking about how to send out the concentric knot tomorrow, looking at Watching, I don't know when, I fell asleep.

Just when Jing Xing's cute little snoring sounded, the sleeping person on the ground opened his eyes. Lan Wanhua sat up from the bed, pressed a kiss on Jing Xing's forehead, and murmured with a smile: "Little fool!" !"

Since there was class in the first period the next morning, Jing Xing's biological clock woke him up from sleep at 6:[-].Subconsciously looking under the bed, he met a pair of smiling eyes.

Under the bed, Lan Wanhua was still wearing last night's pajamas, sitting on a pile of pillows, reading a large tome, her head and face were refreshed, and she seemed to have washed her face.

"Jing Xing, good morning!" Lan Wanhua said good morning to Jing Xing who was still a little confused.

"Ah! Brother Lang, good morning!" When he opened his eyes, he saw his new boyfriend, which made Jing Xing a little shy.

Putting down the book in his hand, Lan Wanhua sat beside Jing Xing's bed, rubbed Jing Xing's messy head with some amusement, and said, "Hurry up and wash up, the soup dumplings will be out of the pot in a while."

In the bathroom, Jing Xing looked at the bristling hairs on his head with his toothbrush in his mouth, feeling a little depressed. Obviously, if a few black hairs flowed down, the problem would be solved perfectly, but he just couldn't use it.Eat a little bit, you shouldn't be able to see it, right?Let the hair grow faster, and he won't have to go out with a hat every day.

After spitting out the foam in his mouth and rinsing his mouth, Jing Xing quietly took out a grain of Mofa Liubao Dan from the space and stuffed it into his mouth.Seeing with his own eyes that the hair on his head had grown an inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hair that had grown up under the force of gravity finally bent down, Jing Xing nodded in satisfaction, and turned to look for the hat that was placed in the laundry basket in the bathroom last night. .

empty!

"Brother Lang! Have you seen my clothes?" Jing Xing walked to the door of the bathroom and asked.

"I took it to the housekeeper to wash it this morning." As if expecting Jing Xing to ask this question, Lan Wanhua came over with a set of clothes in his hand, handed it to Jing Xing, and said, "This is according to the Wear the clothes you bought for your figure first."

Jing Xing held it in his hand and glanced at it. Beige windbreaker, white shirt, gray sweetheart tie, woolen sweater with British pattern, jeans, and... long johns? !

God knows how long he hasn't worn long johns... Jing Xing took out the long johns by himself and looked at Lan Wanhua helplessly.

"What's wrong with long johns? It's a brand I often wear, so there shouldn't be any quality problems." Lan Wanhua obviously didn't know what long johns were.

"Ah, it's nothing, it looks so warm." Jing Xing silently put the long johns back, since Lan Wanhua said so... let's put them on obediently later, and don't discriminate against the elderly.

He hid in the cloakroom and put on his clothes. When he came out, Lan Wanhua was already fully dressed. Jing Xing glanced at Lan Wanhua's pajamas that were casually placed beside the bed, and imagined the clothes Lan Wanhua changed by the bed. Inexplicably blushing.

Jing Xing was going to class, and Lan Wanhua had a lot of things to deal with, so the two didn't spend much time, so they went to the front yard to have breakfast together.

After an autumn rain and a cold, when the door was opened, the cold wind blew in with the fragrance of wintersweet, and the air carried the smell of winter.Jing Xing took a deep breath, only feeling that his whole body became transparent, and the gloom from last night was swept away.

"Good morning!" Jing Xing couldn't help sighing, his attention was attracted by a wintersweet plant in front of the door, he moved his nose to it, and took a deep breath.When the cold wind blew overnight, the wintersweet blossoms bloomed instead.

Lan Wanhua saw that Jing Xing had regained his vitality, and followed behind him dotingly, watching him vigorously look here and there in the garden, and walked for a short distance of more than ten minutes.

The service personnel in Lan Mansion have always been well-trained, not to mention facing their own boss, which raised the already perfect service to 120 points. The two just sat down in the small teahouse next to Lan Wanhua's office. Then a maid brought buttered tea to warm the stomach in the morning.

Breakfast is soup dumplings, of course it is not made by Lan Wanhua, who has to lie in bed and read for a while after waking up in the morning. Lanfu is indeed a famous private restaurant in the capital. The pleated large soup-filled buns lay limply in the cage drawer. Jing Xing used a straw to pry open the skin of the buns, and the soup spread along his tongue in his mouth, rich and salty, oily but not greasy.

Soup dumpling has three specialties: eating soup, eating meat, eating noodles, the order of eating, and the method of eating. It is said that a foreigner came to China, and no one taught how to eat it. One bite, the soup spilled. , The clothes are also finished.When there were no straws earlier, when eating soup dumplings in restaurants, the store usually gave a wheat straw, inserted it from the bulging stomach of the soup dumplings, carefully sucked a sip of the soup just out of the pot, and it was slightly hot Fresh and salty, it can make people swallow their tongues.When the soup in this soup dumpling is finished, the small soup dumpling can be picked up with chopsticks, and the meat can be eaten together with the skin from the place where the wheat straw is picked; With a mouthful of skin, the proportion of fat and lean pork belly in the stuffing varies according to the season. In summer, there is more lean meat, not greasy, and in winter, there is more fat and fat; the skin of the hot noodles is soaked in the taste of soup, just like A bowl of oil-splashed noodles from Shanxi is chewy and tasty.

After finishing the soup, stuffing, and skin of this big soup dumpling, Jing Xing's stomach was almost full, and he squinted his eyes in enjoyment, as expected, the happiest thing of the day was eating!

After eating breakfast and gargling with green tea, Lan Wanhua asked Jing Xing: "Is there a lot of class for Jing Xing today?"

"Not much, the first session in the morning and the first session in the afternoon. Is Brother Lang doing anything?" Jing Xing replied.

"It's nothing, it's just that the autumn wind is getting colder. I wonder if Jing Xing has brought enough winter clothes? If there are no other arrangements, how about we go buy some clothes in the afternoon?" Lan Wanhua asked Jing Xing for his opinion.

What happened last night, presumably Jing Xing would not want to live in the courtyard again, but he came out in a hurry last night and didn't pack any luggage.Lan Wanhua, who didn't know whether Jing Xing was willing to move immediately, could only politely ask about Jing Xing's plan.

"No need, Brother Lang, I brought all the winter clothes from home, and my mother bought them for me when I left!" Jing Xing keenly heard the implication of Lan Wanhua's words, and didn't want him to worry too much, so he said with a smile , "I plan to go back to the courtyard after class in the morning, pack up my things and move them here. I'm going to bother Brother Lang in the future. I don't know if you're welcome or not?"

"Welcome!" Lan Wanhua said, "Call me when get out of class is over, and I'll be with you."

"No, just two suitcases, I can move them by myself." Jing Xingdao, he wanted to say something to Lu Songlin, if Lan Wanhua was there, if he always felt good, it would turn into a demonstration.

"Well, remember to call me if you have anything to do." Lan Wanhua was willing to respect Jing Xing's opinion and also believed in Jing Xing's character.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the day goes by. Because the classrooms in the morning are far away, at 7:[-], Jing Xing asked Lan Wanhua for a new notebook and pen to go to class. The class this morning was an old professor with gray hair , Lectures like to deviate from the textbooks, according to the seniors, the exams are never scripted, what is taught in class, what is tested in the exam.

Jing Xing still remembered the old professor's first words in class: "Okay, everyone put away the textbooks, we won't use them, and of course, we won't use them for the exam either!"

The most terrible thing is that the old professor's thinking is unconstrained, and he can jump from Xiang Yu to Li Qingzhao, and then from Li Qingzhao to Wang Yirong.Moreover, the content of the old professor's lectures has always been humorous and humorous, making people forget to take notes after listening to them. This has led to the notes of more than 100 people in the whole department, and there can be 101 versions. Just wait for the exam!

It was precisely because of the great charm of this old professor that when Jing Xing arrived, the entire auditorium was full, and there were side students who came here admiringly in the corridor next to him, carrying a small mat to take the class. Jing Xing had no choice but to find that the first A broken chair on the side of the row was empty. When I walked over to have a look, I realized that the chair was broken.

Putting the notebook on the table, Yu Xidu Jiajingxing bent down to check the chair, it turned out that the screw was loose.Jing Xing, who thought his hands-on ability was not bad, squatted under the table and repaired the chair with three strokes.After pressing it with his hands to confirm that the chair was not in danger of falling down, Jing Xing stood up from the ground.

Jing Xing, who was engrossed in his work, didn't notice the sudden silence in the classroom. Jing Xing, who stood up from the ground, was facing the old professor's face with great interest. Jing Xing smiled at the professor embarrassedly, neither standing nor sitting. no.Glancing to the side somewhat uncomfortably, Jing Xing groaned inwardly, among the students sitting all over the classroom, the only standing self, how could he be so eye-catching.

"This student, is he ready to answer the question before class?" The old professor said with a smile, which caused a burst of low laughter in the classroom: "Since you are so active, then the first question will be from this Students answer, please sit down!"

"Thank you teacher." Jing Xing thanked the old professor with some embarrassment, and sat down in his seat.

At this time, the class bell in the Red River Valley rang, and the old professor began to talk: "Everyone is in the year of [-]th, which is the age when love first begins. Our class is about love! Guan Guan Jujiu, in Hezhizhou, a fair lady, a gentleman Great! Everyone must have read the opening chapter of the "Book of Songs", so next, let the classmate just recite it."

Unexpectedly, he would get up to answer questions so soon, Jing Xing stood up and recited the song "Guan Ju".

The old professor was very satisfied with the fluency of Jing Xing's recitation, and then asked: "Write down the word Wumei."

Jing Xing took two quick steps, walked to the small blackboard next to the big screen, and quickly wrote down the word "寤梦".

The old professor looked at the words on the blackboard, good guy!Whether the writing is correct or not, needless to say, this font structure is rigorous, and the brushwork is smooth. It looks like it is written with a brush, not like that written with chalk. It is very beautiful!Satisfied, the old professor picked up the roster on the table and asked, "Student number?"

"200809220." Jing Xing glanced at the study card in hand and said.

"Jing Xing (hang)." The old professor held the roster far away from his eyes, and read: "The mountains look up, and Jing Xing stops. The words are good, and the name is good, go back!"

Jing Xing watched helplessly as the old professor wrote "Zi Hao" on the back of his name on the roster, and the names of other students wrote "Playing with mobile phones in class", some wrote "Standard Putonghua", and some wrote "Eat in class". "something"... There was a black line suddenly, presumably those students whose pigtails were caught by the old professor would not usually score too high in the exam, so he looked back, Jing Xing turned and returned to his seat.

The author has something to say:

This chapter draws on some plots (the part of the old professor) in Xieyang's old article "Shou and Trapped". Because the subject matter is sensitive, it is a pit with only 7 chapters written, so please don't read it...