If he drank too much and lost money, he wouldn't care about losing his temper during the New Year.

Just when her thoughts were racing, she heard Cheng Zhu's voice: "Teacher, are you drunk too much or are you distracted?"

"Well, I was a little distracted, thinking about something."

"You looked confused just now. I don't think you've had many drinks." He poured the wine and asked, "Do you usually drink?"

"Sometimes I drink a little red wine before going to bed to help me sleep."

Drinking some red wine before going to bed sounds pretty cool. But only she knows how cheap the red wine is.

"Then it doesn't look like you're drunk, but you're really confused?" Cheng Zhu said as he put meat on his plate.

Chen Jieyu looked at him and saw the relaxed expression on his face, and couldn't help but want to say a few more words.

"You and I are of different ages, so sometimes our situations are different, and the things we think about and worry about are also different," Chen Jieyu said.

"I understand, many people in small cities get married early, and their families will urge them to get married, right? When they go home during the National Day, they will urge you? Are they forcing you to go on a blind date?" He started to talk nonsense.

Sometimes, when someone is chatting with you, she will hold back and not say anything. If you just throw out a few random words, she might not be able to help herself.

"That's not it." When Chen Jieyu heard that he was talking about urging marriage, she felt inexplicably at a loss of whether to laugh or cry.

She lowered her head, looked at the wine glass, and began to circle her fingers along the rim of the glass. She did not look at Cheng Zhu, but muttered:

"You are still studying in college at your age. You will have classes to attend every day, and your life will be planned because of your studies."

"In many students, I can feel their longing for the future."

"So you may not have some of the feelings I have at this stage, that is, sometimes you feel confused whether it's work or life."

"But I have a clear understanding of my own abilities and my current situation."

"Sometimes, you even feel like you can't see the future."

"Really?" Cheng Zhu glanced at Chen Jieyu.

He picked up the small flask and poured wine into his own cup. While pouring, he lightly stabbed her in the heart:

"What do I think - many people say they can't see the future, but in fact they can see the future."

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