Teacher Meng wanted to hit someone after hearing this

It's cold at the end of the year, in Z City in December, the morning air is unstoppable chill, withered leaves are scattered under the street trees on both sides of the street, and passers-by keep their hands in their pockets and walk in a hurry.

Jiang Lang was only wearing a camel-colored overcoat with a single shirt underneath, walking on the streets of City Z, his mood was completely different from a month ago, calm and clear.

He took out the gate key of Unit A 501 of Hongye Community from his pocket again, looked at it again and again, and put it back into his pocket again.

Today was Monday, and Jiang Lang guessed that Meng Yuan was not at home. When he walked to the dark green door, Jiang Lang inserted the key into the lock, turned it twice, and heard a "click", and the door opened.

Jiang Lang opened the door, first saw the spotless living room floor, and then Meng Yuan who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, heard the sound and looked up.

At first sight met Meng Yuan's eyes, both of them were taken aback.

Jiang Lang thought, shit, why is he at home.Meng Yuan didn't expect the other party to come back.

He was already ready to find an opportunity to refund all the rent. After all, he hadn't lived in the house for a few months, and he was injured all over.Jiang Lang didn't mention the medical expenses and hotel accommodation expenses that he said he had to bear before. Meng Yuan didn't know how to mention this matter to him before, so he planned to pay him back together with the rent later.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lang didn't mention the matter of rent back at all, and came back as if nothing had happened.

Meng Yuan was at a loss and didn't know what attitude to take towards Jiang Lang. He suddenly remembered the last text message he sent to Jiang Lang.

At that time, I didn't know what kind of mentality it was. When he came back to his senses, he had already sent it. He himself felt that he was stupid and out of the mainstream.

So the other party is acquiescing to be friends now? Meng Yuan said that at the beginning, but it is not easy to take it back, and it is not good for him to ask Jiang Lang. It is strange no matter what.He had no choice but to keep the words in his stomach, and the way of getting along with Jiang Lang seemed to be back to the time when the two rented together, or even not as good as before. Meng Yuan felt that the other party's words and deeds had not changed from before, but there was always a sense of alienation.

He feels that his idea is very unorthodox. If you reject others, what else should you do.

In fact, Jiang Lang had already made up his mind within this month.

Meng Yuan, it is impossible for him to give up easily.He was injured, hugged, kissed, and masturbated. How could he give up with a "I'm sorry" and say "bless you to find a better one"?

If there is no better, he is the best.

Anyway, now that Meng Yuan already knew his identity, there was no point in pretending to be reserved, it would be better to play a hooligan and hold on.

Jiang Lang asked Meng Yuan who was busy in the kitchen: "Have you found a job? Didn't you mean that you are planning to go to elementary school?"

Meng Yuan said, "I'm waiting for the exam in January next year. If you pass the exam, you'll get in."

"Which school are you going to go to?"

"He Jia."

Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows, thinking of his experience of going through the list of teachers and staff of Hejia Elementary School: "That's pretty good."

Meng Yuan didn't know what to say: "Yes."

Then he heard the sound of the door opening behind him, Meng Yuan turned around and saw that Jiang Lang had left.

Since Jiang Lang came back from the hotel last Monday, to this Monday, Jiang Lang hadn't eaten at home for a whole week.Because Meng Yuan was at home all the time, it was hard not to notice this. The other party usually slept until after ten o'clock in the morning, then got up and went out without breakfast, and then didn't come back until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night.

It wasn't that he deliberately watched at night, but because Meng Yuan was a light sleeper, and the sound of unlocking the door was louder. Usually, he would wake up when it clicked. After waking up, he knew that Jiang Lang had returned, so he looked again. The alarm clock at the bedside found that it was often early in the morning.

As a teacher with a physical age of 24 and a mental age of 80, he has had a regular schedule since he was a child, and insists on practicing the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. Therefore, for Jiang Lang's work and rest, he is half asleep and half awake every morning when he is woken up. , it hurts, it hurts too much...

After a week, Meng Yuan has almost become used to being woken up once in the early morning. Even if he hears the door opening, he will still wake up, but usually his mind is clear for two seconds, and then he calms down reflexively, turns over and continues to sleep.

But that night, he heard the sound of the door lock, and then there was no other movement for a long time.He knew that according to the past, Jiang Lang would pull away the chair in the living room, pour a glass of water on the table, and then go back to the room after a while. Sometimes it would take a long time before he heard any movement from the opposite room. Meng Yuan guessed that Jiang Lang might be going to the studio.

So it should be the same tonight, his eyes are half-opened in the dark, even though there is a warm yellow night light beside the bed, he can hardly see anything.

Hearing Jiang Lang's footsteps approaching, Meng Yuan thought he was going back to his room, but unexpectedly the sound got closer and closer, and he heard another click, and his door opened.

Meng Yuan was startled, didn't he lock the door?No, he should have locked the door, he remembered it clearly...

Feeling that someone came to the bed, his hands and feet were cold, and his body could not move like a ghost pressing the bed.

Jiang Lang bent down, lifted his quilt, and unbuttoned his pajamas. Meng Yuan felt a chill in his chest. Jiang Lang was gnawing at his neck, and then from the neck down...

"!" Meng Yuan woke up suddenly and sat up.

The surroundings were still dark, and he could hear his heart beating like a drum in the dark night, and he could feel the stickiness between his crotch.

"..." Damn it.

He turned his head and looked at the alarm clock beside the bed, the time was pointing to two o'clock in the morning, and Jiang Lang hadn't come back yet.

He lifted the quilt and got up, took off his underwear and threw it on the floor, then went to the closet and squatted down, and opened the drawer. With the sound of him opening the drawer, he heard the door lock on the porch outside the room.

Meng Yuan stopped what he was doing so that Jiang Lang would not hear him.

Then he found Jiang Lang's footsteps approaching, and then stopped at the door of his room.

In an instant, Meng Yuan almost imagined the scene where Jiang Lang put his hand on the doorknob and then turned it around.

He thought, did he lock the door at night, he remembered he did, but...

Then there was a "click", the sound of a lock being locked in the opposite room, and Jiang Lang went back to the room.

In the darkness, Meng Yuan squatted on the ground with his lower body naked, and fucked, wishing he could slap himself.

The next morning, Meng Yuan got up late after a long absence, and it was already [-]:[-] in the morning. It was almost bright outside, and the sunlight came in through the curtains, lighting up half of the room.

When Meng Yuan saw a certain piece of clothing thrown under the bed, he was so pissed off by himself, he got out of bed, picked up his underwear and threw it into the bathroom in disgust.

Then he walked to the bedroom door, put on the doorknob, pressed it down twice, and it was locked.He took the key and opened the door, guilty of not daring to look at the door of Jiang Lang's room, he walked over with erratic eyes.

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