self-control scale

After a meal, the sun was already shining.

In the afternoon, the group of teachers at their school would get together to do some activities, Luo Zijun planned to take the children to take a good look around this place during the morning, and bring some souvenirs back by the way.

In fact, any water town in the south is not too different, and what they sell are nothing more than mung bean cakes, Gorgon fruit, sesame cakes, glutinous rice balls, prickly meat, etc., or cheongsams and fans that are everywhere on the Internet.

However, when it comes to bringing special products, what really matters is not the item itself, courtesy is less important than affection, but whether you put others at ease.

Luo Zijun walked all the way thinking about it, he should bring something to Principal Fang and the child's class teacher. Now the teachers dare not accept the precious things, so it's okay to get some food.

"What do Principal Fang usually like?" Mr. Luo picked and picked all the way. He usually found out that he, an old man, really couldn't understand the girl's thoughts when he came to use a lot of tricks.

When he asked the words, Du Chengyi's hand in his palm trembled, and he didn't answer him.

Luo Zijun thought he didn't hear it, so he asked again, this time the child heard it, and answered him three words: "I don't know."

Only then did Teacher Luo slap his head and remember the way the little brat turned his face away because of his dinner with Fang Yiting, crying until he had tears and snot in his nose.

Well, this kid probably doesn't like his principal.

But if you don't like it, you don't like it, etiquette is still required.Besides, who is he, Luo Zijun? He has never had to worry about food or clothing all his life, and he has never bent his waist for five buckets of rice. For the sake of a little bastard, he has the cheek to adapt to the set of smiling face rules. Who made him have a weakness? In the hands of others.

Teacher Luo patiently coaxed the child: "I know you don't like her, am I doing it for your own good? I'll give your teacher something so that I can take care of you in school, and I can't usually reach her." , really don't worry."

Luo Zijun lowered his voice, gently and softly, like a feather tickling a child's heart, very itchy.

The child's face was a little tense, but the stubborn donkey hadn't lost his temper, so he pretended to be looking back and forth in the store to pick things up.

Teacher Luo saw that he was interesting, so he took out his mobile phone and snapped several photos behind his back, and posted them on Moments. There were no words, only photos.

It didn't take long for someone below to like him quickly. First, the teachers of their school, then Fatty, Xu Zhiyuan, Nian Chaoyun, and the group of cronies all laughed at him as a "baby-showing madman". Li Liang asked him, "Does Teacher Luo know that now? Being able to bring up a baby is also a man's charm skill point?"

Luo Zijun replied to him: "This is to pick out special products for you, don't force me to keep it for myself."

Just after sending, Xu Chen's call came in.

"What did you buy?"

"Hey, you who haven't read Moments for 1 years, are you well-informed?"

Xu Chen smiled complacently: "We haven't got up yet, Liangliang is swiping his phone next to me, how is Dudu doing recently, come chat with uncle."

Your friend has turned on the single dog taunt skill for you.

Luo Zijun gritted his teeth with hatred, and turned back to him in his stomach: "He has no time to talk to you."

Xu Chen was dissatisfied: "Lao Luo, you are going too far. I was the one who brought him out of the orphanage in the first place, and you robbed him halfway. Why are you now alienated from me and you?" It's not fair to be so close."

The words "kiss you" made Mr. Luo feel comfortable, and he lazily replied to Xu Chen: "Then you should be jealous."

Xu Chen scolded and stopped joking: "Has the matter of selling the land been settled?"

Luo Zijun glanced at the little thing, and moved two steps to the side: "It should be fine for now, but we must find a way to prevent future troubles forever."

"Don't worry about the solution, take him to pay attention to safety."

Luo Zijun patted his chest: "Don't worry, I won't hurt a single hair on him."

The child seemed to have taken a fancy to something, and walked towards the cashier with one hand, Luo Zijun hung up the phone, and hurriedly ran to see it.

Seeing that Ducheng Yi put it on the cashier with a blank expression: "To Principal Fang."

Two full bottles of vinegar.

In the evening, they had dinner with Luo Zijun's colleagues. Everyone was in high spirits, so they found a private room, and they could sing and cry while eating.

There were too many monks and too little porridge, so a group of women surrounded the capital Yi to ask about his health, and everyone wanted to touch him.

Soft, good-looking and well-behaved, after a meal, the child doesn't cry or make trouble, he knows how to pick up food for Luo Zijun, what Uncle Luo likes to eat, especially what he likes to eat, he puts it in his head like a memory chip .

"Oh, that's not right, Mr. Luo, don't you say that you are not picky eaters?"

Luo Zijun smiled smugly: "I don't choose, but I have special favorites."

"Oh my dear, this kid is really a pain in the ass. If my skin king wants to be half considerate, I'm going to burn incense and pray to Buddha, and even serve food for others. I'll jump up and down all over the floor like a monkey after a meal by myself. run."

"Hey; Mr. Luo, would you like to impart some parenting experience?"

Luo Zijun evaded: "I don't have any experience, I just grew up casually. I don't need to worry about him being born like this."

A table full of dishes was served, and they ordered some more wine. Luo Zijun beckoned and ordered two cans of milk for Du Chengyi, and replaced the spicy chicken in front of him with sweet and sour pork ribs.

Du Chengyi pursed his lips.

Two male teachers began to boo at this moment: "Children are still drinking milk when they are old. It's rare to go out with your uncle and try the wine here. A man should learn to drink from a young age!"

Luo Zijun waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, what kind of wine do children drink?"

"Hey Lao Luo, this is your fault. You are so young in junior high school. When we were 3,4 or [-] years old, our parents hugged our laps and licked them with chopsticks dipped in wine!"

Luo Zijun glanced at the child, and almost at the same time, both of them remembered the half-day argument about "small and not small".

Whether it is a boy or a man, I really don't like to be called small.

"It's okay, it's not too small, it's not too small, and you can't drink it if it's not too small... Hey... what are you doing!"

Seeing that Luo Zijun didn't pay attention, Du Chengyi snatched his cup, almost pinching his nose and drank the cola-colored Baihua wine in one gulp. In an instant, sour, bitter, hot and astringent erupted in his mouth. His throat burned all the way down.

He almost suppressed the desire to choke, covered his mouth with a wet towel, and glanced at Luo Zijun provocatively.

"You...!" Luo Zijun was angry and helpless.

"Okay! This melon baby has a future!" The others shouted, but seeing Teacher Luo's unkind expression, they didn't dare to ask the children to drink again.

A glass of rice wine may not be a big deal for adults, but for Du Chengyi, who does not drink at all, it is beyond the standard, and he can drink it all in one gulp.

It soon showed its stamina—the child's eyes were hazy and a little out of focus.

But he was very stubborn, knowing that he was unconscious, he still held back, biting his lip and pinching his palm.Dudu really wants to sleep, but Dudu is a man and cannot embarrass Uncle Luo.Pour one cup?If it doesn't exist, you have to support it.

Of course Luo Zijun found out very quickly, because the child put the other hand on his thigh and rubbed it, and it went up and up, almost touching the root of his thigh. Teacher Luo almost jumped up like an electric shock.

"I'm back. I don't think it's too early. Our child is sleepy. Eat slowly."

Before anyone could reply, he picked up the child, bowed his head, and ran away.

After going out the door, Du Chengyi became a little half awake when the wind blew, but his calves were still trembling and he couldn't walk in a straight line.Teacher Luo sighed, ran to the steps and squatted down: "Come up."

The child stared intently for a long time, and was so happy that he jumped on Luo Zijun's back, his whole face pressed against his neck, and the hot breath he exhaled hit the back of Luo Zijun's neck, which was warm and soft, and extremely well-behaved.

"Catch it." Teacher Luo patted his hands, and the child said "um", and then rubbed the exposed skin of Teacher Luo with the tip of his nose.

The town was very quiet at night. Luo Zijun walked slowly on the bluestone road with the child on his back, making a rattling sound, and only a few scattered shops were still open on the side of the road.

It is said that wine strengthens people's courage. The child drank yellow soup, and he was obviously much more lively than usual along the way. For a while, he called "Uncle Luo" and "Teacher Luo" for a while. When he called, Luo Zijun responded. It was like a game. A little fun.

"Uncle—I want to eat watermelon."

The child pointed to a fruit shop by the side of the road and said, with a bit of a coquettish ending in the words, Luo Zijun's heart softened when he heard it, and he wished that the moon in the sky could be picked off by him.

"Okay, whatever, have you ever eaten watermelon in well water?"

The child tilted his head and thought: "No."

Soaking watermelon in well water is a childhood memory exclusive to Luo Zijun's generation.In the early years, when there were no air conditioners, refrigerators, or running water, the old houses had not been overdeveloped, and a well was an important source of water supply for residents here.

In summer, put the watermelon in a bucket or net bag, put it in the well to soak for a while, take it up, cut it, dig a spoonful and put it in your mouth. The instant the cool sand is sweet, it seems that the heat of the whole summer has been dispelled.

It is a pity that the city gradually modernized later, and some old living habits were replaced.In the hearts of the new generation of children, such things as well watermelons, along with popsicles that cost a few cents a piece, all disappeared in the torrent of the times.

Luo Zijun went back to the old house, put the child on the stone bench in the yard, ran to the kitchen to get a lead bucket with a string on it, and mysteriously opened a large clump of vines next to it, revealing an old well hidden inside.

Like digging for treasure, he gently lifted the manhole cover, and a smell of damp moss came over his face.

The child found it novel and couldn't sit next to him. He cheered and wanted to rush over to play with him. He couldn't stand firmly on his feet and staggered forward. Teacher Luo was so frightened that he lost his lead bucket and protected him: "Little ancestor !"

The child smirked and stuck back to Mr. Luo's back.

Luo Zijun shook his head, he had no choice but to put the watermelon in the bucket with this big sweet burden on his back, and then he grabbed the rope and lowered the bucket slowly.

The first bucket of well water came up. Mr. Luo looked inside. It hadn’t been used for a long time, but it was still clean. He dipped a little bit of it with his finger and tasted it. It was cool and delicious, and a little sweet, mixed with childhood memories.So he couldn't hold back, and dipped a little more. The child's face suddenly came up, sucked his fingertips into his mouth, and licked his tongue again.

It is indeed sweet.

The soft tip of his tongue hung on Mr. Luo's fingertips, and he retracted with a trembling hand, his heart trembling.This is the second gaffe tonight and it's hell.

The child got angry but didn't realize it. He looked at the watermelon in the bucket with bright eyes. Teacher Luo poured two buckets of water back and forth. After soaking for a while, he could finally cut the watermelon open.

He dug a large spoonful and fed it into the child's mouth. It was cool and refreshing, and the child squinted his eyes happily.

Luo Zijun and Du Chengyi sat on the stone bench like this, and you divided the watermelon one bite at a time, until they both hiccupped and collapsed on the spot counting the stars.

Counting and counting, the child ran into Uncle Luo's arms, counting and counting, the stars ran into Uncle Luo's eyes.

The moonlight is very round tonight, the watermelon is very sweet tonight, and Uncle Luo is very gentle tonight.

The child said: "I like Uncle Xu Chen, Uncle Li Liang, and Uncle Fat, but my favorite is Uncle Luo."

Luo Zijun played with his fingers: "How much do you like it?"

"I like it very much! Hmm...probably more than the stars in the sky..."

That night, Du Chengyi talked a lot with the help of wine, and slowly fell asleep in Luo Zijun's arms.Luo Zijun kissed him on the cheek and gently carried him back to the house.

Many years later, when they recalled this night, the starry sky seemed as bright as eternity.

There are too many beautiful things in the world, and you are the best one.