One big and one small are practicing love

When I came out of the conference room, I felt the cold was as sharp as a knife. After all, we were in the Northeast, and it was much colder outside than in Beijing.

Zuo Kunmin put on a black down jacket over his suit and went downstairs to find a car. The staff had prepared a car for Zuo Kunmin in advance, and a driver was originally scheduled. But Zuo Kunmin felt that he didn’t go out much, the distance was short, and there was no driver.

It was a black off-road vehicle. Once inside, it was as cold as outside, and the leather seats and steering wheel were cold. Start the car, turn on the air conditioner, and let the car warm up for a few minutes before leaving. I thought it would be convenient to have a driver.

Driving through the factory, I saw many people along the way.

Employees who commute on motorcycles wear plastic safety helmets, dirty and old work clothes, and thick cotton kneepads tied to their knees. The policemen who were setting up defenses at various stations wore thick gloves and held shields, and they breathed white when they spoke. The security guard wearing a military coat stood at the door with his neck hunched, his hat tilted in the cold wind...

Sitting in a heated and comfortable car, Zuo Kunmin felt guilty.

When he thought it was troublesome to warm up a car, there were still many people who could only ride motorcycles in the cold wind and work all night in the cold outdoors.

Thinking of my father again. He had worked in this factory for three years. If he hadn't decided to leave at that time, maybe he would have lived like this for the rest of his life.

Thinking, we are almost home.

The house is at the top of a large slope. All the way up the slope, there are restaurants of various sizes on both sides of the road. Smelling the aroma and seeing the barbecue restaurant with bright lights and smoke, Zuo Kunmin felt hungry.

Park the car, order some barbecue and beer, pay the money, and let them bake it and deliver it to your home. Then drive straight back.

Parking is available downstairs. After getting off the car, I looked up at the window of my home, with the heating lamp on, and smiled unconsciously. I quickly went upstairs and took the key to open the door.

As soon as I walked in, I felt warm and took off my down jacket.

At this time, Liu Xiaochen came over with a small transparent plastic watering can in his hand and said with a smile: "Teacher Zuo, are you back?"

"What are you doing with the watering can?" Zuo Kunmin said as he took off his down jacket.

"Oh, the heating here is too hot and the room is dry. The children's gouache paint has dried. I'll spray some water while the children are asleep." Liu Xiaochen said, put the watering can on the cabinet at the door, and took the initiative to pick up Zuo Kunmin took off his down jacket, then tiptoed to hang it on the hanger.

Seeing Liu Xiaochen struggling to stand on tiptoe, Zuo Kunmin took the down jacket, hung it up himself, and said with a smile: "Xiaoxiao, you need to eat more to grow taller!"

"I'm not short, I'm [-] meters tall. I'm above average height in the class." Liu Xiaochen said somewhat unconvinced.

Zuo Kunmin continued to take off his suit jacket and said with a smile: "But all the men in my family are tall, over [-] meters tall. If you want to enter my house, you will have to grow taller!"

Liu Xiaochen was waiting nearby, about to take over the suit, but suddenly withdrew his hand, picked up the watering can on the shoe cabinet, and turned around to walk to the living room.

Seeing that Liu Xiaochen was a little unhappy, Zuo Kunmin hung up his suit and said as he walked in: "Are you angry? I'm kidding. My mother and sister are about the same height as you, and Xiaoxia is just a little taller. Mi Qi Er.”

Liu Xiaochen sat in front of the wooden table and continued to use the small watering can to spray water into the colorful paint box.

While spraying, he said: "I heard from Aunt Liu that your mother was born in a well-known scholarly family in Shanghai and is more beautiful than a movie star. Xiao Xu said that your mother is a painter and designer, who often holds art exhibitions at home and abroad, and also has her own clothing brand. Yanyan also said that her aunt, your sister, is the only full scholarship art student admitted to the Royal College of Art in Asia. Not to mention you and Teacher Wang... I have no way to compare with you." As she said, Liu Xiaochen's movements became slower and slower.

Zuo Kunmin sat across the desk from Liu Xiaochen, stretched out his arm to grab the watering can from her hand, and said, "Look at me, Xiaoxiao."

Liu Xiaochen picked up the clean soft leather cover on the table and covered the bright, moist paint.

Then he looked up at Zuo Kunmin, and bright lights fell on him. He was wearing a textured blue and white striped shirt, and his facial features were delicate yet tough. His whole person was glowing under the light, like a piece carefully crafted by an artist. The artwork is really beautiful.

But it can only be admired, not obtained.

Zuo Kunmin also looked straight at Liu Xiaochen. She had her hair tied up in a loose bun and was wearing a pink loose sweater. She had a slender figure, moist skin, and a strong girlish texture. His eyes were clean, bright, and firm, as if there was an old soul hiding inside.

Zuo Kunmin couldn't help but wonder, how could such a girl be with me? .

They stared at each other for a long time. Zuo Kunmin couldn't bear it anymore and said softly: "Have you seen enough?"

Liu Xiaochen shook his head and affirmed: "I haven't seen enough."

Zuo Kunmin smiled, stretched out his hand, curled his index finger on her nose and scratched it, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be a little nymphomaniac. In the past, you were like a little white rabbit in front of me, respectful, simple, and desireless. It turns out that It’s all pretend.”

Liu Xiaochen lowered his eyes, rubbed his hands, and whispered: "I'm not pretending. To me, you are like a god and Buddha in the sky. You are meant to look up to and awe, and I don't deserve it. I saw you at the airport today. Look, I feel scared and uneasy when I hear about your family."

"Are you afraid of losing me?" Zuo Kunmin said, taking Liu Xiaochen's hand and putting it against his face.

Liu Xiaochen slowly raised his head, looked at Zuo Kunmin, nodded, and shed tears.