self-control scale

Du Chengyi entered high school, and the school has to arrange accommodation in a unified way. There is no special reason, no matter how close to home a week is, he can only go back once.

When Teacher Luo heard the news, he was stunned for a long time.

"Uncle, Uncle Luo? Luo Zijun!"

"Ah? Eh!"

The child pursed his lips, and quickly tidied up his things: "I will write a note for you wherever the food, supplies, coats, and underwear are stored, and call me if you can't find them again."

"Oh."

Luo Zijun was a little gray, he felt that he had experienced the loneliness of the left-behind elderly before he was old, and he could see him once a week, tsk, thinking about it would really kill him.

"Little thing, can we change the name? Just, you call me that uncle, shouldn't it be changed?"

The child didn't react, and asked him in a daze for a long time: "Then, Teacher Luo?"

"Don't be like this, when you yell like that, I feel like a student listening to me in class, I'm so scared that I'm bald...get closer"

"……dad?"

The veins on Luo Zijun's forehead were twitching.

The child rubbed his nose and saw that Luo Zijun was silent, his eyes were wandering, and the ink was smeared for a long time, and suddenly he called softly: "Zijun."

Duchengyi's voice is very delicate, with the taste of a scholarly family in the Republic of China, and the word Zijun came out of his mouth, and suddenly there was a charming taste of hundreds of turns.

Teacher Luo's eyelids twitched, watching him not moving.

The child didn't move either, not sure what Luo Zijun meant, and the next second, he was suddenly twirled and crushed on the sofa.

The scorching breath sprayed on his face. Teacher Luo was staring at the child like a prey at this moment, his eyes were full of emotions, and the waves were turbulent. The child's palms and backs were covered with sweat.

"Call again."

"Son, Zijun?"

Luo Zijun's face was pressed down little by little, his heart beating like a drum through his clothes, blending with the chaotic breathing, the scorching breath breathed on the child's face, a little burning, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

What should be done, he wanted Mr. Luo to do something, but the kiss he was expecting was delayed.The child was a little anxious and shouted: "I'm over 18!"

Yes, because of his ear problems, he was late in school for a year, and he was already 18 in the first year of high school, and he was an adult.

Luo Zijun chuckled, and in the next second, there was a soft touch on the child's forehead.

The sudden, dense kiss, Mr. Luo's kiss, all the way along the forehead, fell on the child's eyelashes, then slid down the bridge of the nose, and finally landed on the lips, sticking it tightly.

This was their first kiss in the true sense. Strictly speaking, it was not a kiss. They didn't even have lips and teeth. They only touched for two seconds before letting go. Teacher Luo kissed along his chin all the way to his neck.

Soft to the touch, Mr. Luo's unique lemon fragrance mixed with a touch of tobacco smell remains on the child's skin.

He was so soft from the kiss, his mind was muddy, he couldn't think, he didn't know what to say, he pursed his lips for a long time and choked out a sentence: "Quit smoking."

The child's eyes were foggy because of lust, and Luo Zijun looked hoarsely into his eyes.Just after removing the gauze, one hand was rubbing behind his back through the clothes, and the other hand was stroking the child's face: "Okay."

But that's the end of it at most, Luo Zijun was afraid of scaring him too much.

The child buried his face in Lao Luo's palm where the gauze had been removed, and there were still large and small scars, a little uneven, but it was the most perfect medal in Dudu's life.

"It hurts," said the child.

"Hands don't hurt, but my heart hurts." Teacher Luo said.

The two of them were sticky and chattering for a long time. In the afternoon, it was time for Mr. Luo to send the child away.

Watching him enter the school gate, and then watching him disappear at the top of the stairs little by little, a deep sense of loss suddenly hovered in Lao Luo's heart.

If there is an erhu at hand at this time, Luo Zijun thinks that he can really sit on the curb, find a small broken bowl, and pull it up for a short distance, which is especially suitable for the occasion.

Entering a new school, you need to get used to everything at first, such as your studies, environment, and new friends. You will only call back when you are free in Duchengyi. Most of the time, you just send WeChat messages, and at most take photos and short videos.

Teacher Luo felt that he had been forgotten, that Teacher Luo was going to be disrespectful, and that Teacher Luo was going to make a fuss.

Finally one night he couldn't bear it any longer, a phone call flew over, and it was answered by a stranger.

Luo Zijun heard the call and said: "Oh Dudu, he is taking a bath, uncle, do you have anything to do, I can tell him."

Teacher Luo lingered on his lips three times, "Turn you a stinky ball", but he swallowed it.He hung up the phone unhappily and politely, and suddenly felt a feeling of being robbed of toys when he was a child.

Lie weakly on the sofa, the phone rang next to his ear. Luo Zijun thought it was a child calling, so he jumped up to answer it, but it turned out to be Zhuang Shihuai.

"Hey……"

"Why are you so reluctant to answer my phone?"

"Fart off, I'm still waiting for someone to call me back!"

"Okay, okay, I just want to ask you, how do you think about the prescription?"

Zhuang Shihuai needed this thing very much, but to find it meant to relieve his soul. A while ago, because of Lao Luo's teaching, the matter was temporarily put on hold.

Luo Zijun held the phone in one hand and a cup of tea in the other: "I've made up my mind, I'll let nature take its course when it comes to unraveling the soul. If I don't get robbed, everyone will be happy. If I get robbed, I'll chase him back." .”

Zhuang Shihuai was taken aback: "Catch it back? Are you together?"

Luo Zijun leaned on the soft cushion by the bay window in the living room, smiling: "Almost."

Together, this statement sounds really pleasant.

"About how much?"

"Theoretically, it's close to the door."

Zhuang Shihuai was silent for a long time: "You shot very slowly, I thought you couldn't hold it for so long."

Luo Zijun let out a chuckle: "He just turned 18, you want me to go to jail?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, Luo Zijun narrowed his eyes slowly, with happiness in his heart: "Zhuang Shihuai, I won't bring you food."

In the dormitory, Du Chengyi came out of the bathroom brushing his hair. He just heard the phone ringing outside, and let his classmate pick it up.

"Who?"

The classmate said: "Your uncle, I said you were taking a shower, and he hung up immediately."

Seeing the child's pensive look, the classmate thought he had gotten into trouble, so he asked cautiously, "Are you all right?"

"Ah."

The child held the phone and walked to the rooftop.

Luo Zijun's phone call at this moment must be nothing serious. According to his temper, if there is an urgent matter, he will kill him and blow up his phone with a series of calls.The child pursed his lips as he walked.

It's okay, just miss him.

miss him.

he

The.

If Dudu had a tail on his back at this time, it would probably fall off if it dangled so much.

Luo Zijun's sudden kiss that day was a qualitative leap for the two of them.Dudu is not stupid, he knows what Lao Luo means, after so long, how much Luo Zijun treats himself, why does he treat himself like this, the child is very clear, because he is clear, so he can be as sweet as honey without being punctured .

Just as Dudu opened the door and went out, his homeroom teacher came towards him. When he saw the child in the middle of the night, he seemed to have caught some savior and grabbed him and shouted: "Hey Duchengyi, come and do me a favor."

"Huh? I... oh..."

The teacher pointed to a large pile of materials on the cart outside the door: "Help me sort these into categories and send them to them. They will be used in class tomorrow."

There is a pile of high hills, and it is already midnight after Dudu is done.

He looked at his phone and sent Luo Zijun a message: "Good night"

After the child finished posting, he threw the phone aside in dejection.Teacher Luo is definitely asleep. After all, the elderly usually have to go to bed before 10 o'clock.

I didn't expect to reply in seconds today: Good night.

Ducheng Yimanman burst into a huge smile: I just helped the teacher move things.

Luo Zijun quickly sent a voice. The child hid in the upper bunk lightly, nestled in the bed and put on the earphones. Teacher Luo's bass sounded in her ears in the middle of the night, accompanied by the "thump, boom, boom" heartbeat.

He said, "It's okay, go to bed early, I miss you."

The child listened to the voice three or four times, put the phone on his chest, and closed his eyes contentedly.

The next day Luo Zijun woke up earlier than usual, the house was too quiet, there was no smell of food, no sound of cooking in the kitchen, even his breathing seemed to echo in the room, he turned over and leaned against the bed I was stunned for a long time.

He was absent-minded as if he had lost his soul, with a beard and a scratched mouth.

Teacher Luo sighed, and he looked through the kitchen cabinets. The bread was gone, the coffee beans were gone, and there were only two boxes of leftover takeaway in the refrigerator—it had been left for several days.

Luo Zijun slammed the door, remembering that the child always complained to him when he was at home: "For you, the refrigerator is the crematorium of food. You forget that there is such a thing when you enter it, and you don't know how to take it out when you grow hair."

He's not like this in front of others.

Let's make a pot of tea without eating.He took out the Dahongpao, paused his hands, and thought of the child's glaring look: "Drink tea on an empty stomach early in the morning, and the stomach is gone?!"

When picking up the clothes, Luo Zijun finally sighed for the third time early in the morning when he saw the note pasted on the closet.

Teacher Luo was not in the mood to drive today, so he decided to walk slowly to school.Passing by a noodle shop that he often eats, he walked in habitually, and the waitress came out to treat him warmly, and looked behind him for a long time.

Luo Zijun said: "It's just me, let's change the trick."

The little sister said: "Oh, what about the bean juice?"

Luo Zijun was silent.

"Then, a bowl of noodles?"

Still silent.

"Fire one?"

Luo Zijun flipped through the menu several times. He didn't want to eat the old ones, and he didn't like the new ones. Finally, he sighed and left.

It was so uncomfortable that he decided to wander over to the children's school to see him by accident.

When he reached the intersection, he called the child and was picked up after a ring.

Luo Zijun looked at the closed dormitory window. At six o'clock, these children should still be sleeping."Did I wake you up?" he asked.

The child's nasal voice came from the phone: "No——I just woke up."

Lazily tickling, like a feather scratching at the tip of Luo Zijun's heart.

"Breakfast?" he asked.

"Huh? Nope." The child didn't respond.

There was no sound from the other end of the phone. After a pause for a few seconds, Mr. Luo's pleasant bass came again: "Open the window."

Dudu suddenly realized something, his heart beat wildly uncontrollably, he jumped to the window and pushed open the glass: downstairs, Luo Zijun squinted his eyes, with one hand in his pocket, the other quietly in the cool sunlight of early autumn. waved at him.

The child ran downstairs while getting dressed, his footsteps were light like a bird, and he flapped his wings and flew outside.

Teacher Luo stood there, looking at him with open arms and a smile.The child didn't hesitate at all, just like the action he had done thousands of times when he was a child, he flew forward and was caught by Luo Zijun.

The overwhelming smell of Mr. Luo enveloped him.

Luo Zijun looked at the child's crooked eyebrows, pulled him into his arms, and hugged the child's face and kissed him. The child blushed from neck to heel. Although this kind of kiss had happened before when he was a child, but now The meaning is completely different, let alone at the door of the dormitory, he is really brave enough.

Luo Zijun leaned close to his ear and asked, "Miss me?"

Dudu turned his head and lowered his eyes: "A little bit."

"A little bit?" Teacher Luo still pressed his ear and teased, "Then I'm at a loss. I can't sleep because of thinking about you all night, boyfriend."