self-control scale

It was almost dawn when the two came out of the hospital.

Luo Zijun urged the child to go to sleep for a few more hours before going to school. It is not very good to ask for leave not long after entering high school.Dudu thought about it, seeing Luo Zijun's pickle-colored face, he was really worried, so he called and went to school to ask for leave, pretending to be sick, and asked Teacher Luo to cooperate to prove it.

Luo Zijun was forced to obey.

Because the child has good grades and is usually well-behaved and does not cause trouble, the teacher agreed without thinking too much, and would tell him to pay attention to his health, and asked his classmates to keep a copy of the homework for him.

As a result, that afternoon, Dudu received a photo from a classmate in the dormitory - a lot of food and food were piled up on the empty desk of the child.

Supplementary description of the photo: They heard that you were sick and sent it.

Luo Zijun glanced at the phone lazily, raising his eyebrows: "Who are they?"

The child pinched the screen and calmly cleaned up the dishes: "Student."

"Oh--"

The child looked at his twisted appearance and pursed his lips: "Nervous."

"It's crazy, you bite me!"

Luo Zijun thought to himself, Dudu was always bullied at school before, why is he suddenly so popular recently?These little girls are like wolves and tigers, don't eat my heart.Adolescents have complicated thoughts. If it doesn’t work, I have to watch closely and find a way to get him to stay.

He held a cup of hot tea, nestled triumphantly into the sofa, propped his chin in one hand and hugged the pillow in the other, just tilted his neck and stared at the child helplessly and unable to kill himself, with a hint of sweetness in his heart.

Tsk, this man is really old, and he is prone to hypocrisy when he gets sick.

The child peeled a large plate of oranges and pushed it in front of Lao Luo, kicking him lightly: "Don't be jealous, or I will go tell them tomorrow that I have a boyfriend?"

Luo Zijun was choked and speechless.

The current relationship between the two of them is indeed only suitable for underground work, and they can only swallow their losses. Luo Zijun instantly remembered the feeling of having a puppy love behind his back when he was in school. It was so aggrieved and exciting.

He stuffed a piece of orange and chewed and chewed, but stopped talking.

The child chased after the victory: "Mr. Luo, how do you usually deal with the students in your class who secretly fall in love?"

"The children under my command are all openly in love, not secretly in love. When did you see that the university forbids dating?"

Only then did the child realize that the students Luo Zijun taught were different from himself.

"I don't talk about these things with children who are still developing."

Not knowing what he meant by this, Du Chengyi opened his mouth and pondered for a long time, until he realized that Luo Zijun was lying crookedly on the sofa with a smile that completely lost his human form. Just leave: "Tonight, you can ask your big friend who has grown up to make it for you."

Luo Zijun jumped up and hugged him, put his arms around his chest, and they fell back on the sofa together: "Don't baby, I'm just joking with you."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't joke with you."

Luo Zijun threw himself on the child like a big dog, grunting and rubbing, and was forced to push away by the child with a stern face, and then leaned over shamelessly. The strength was amazing. Let him go, sighing helplessly.

"Really, to be honest, why didn't I find you so..."

"So what?"

Teacher Luo glared at him aggrievedly: "You go to live in school tomorrow, and I am a patient who has to eat instant noodles at night. My body is not well nourished and I can't keep up. You still despise me..."

Mr. Luo's acting skills are top-notch in the world. It is a lifelong regret that Beijing Film Academy of Chinese Opera did not invite him.

However, even though the child knew that Luo Zijun did it on purpose, he really felt uncomfortable.Thinking about it, the two of them are now in a period of passionate love. They can't see each other for five days a week, and sometimes they can't make it back due to certain circumstances on weekends. The two of them are obviously in the same city and it's like a long-distance relationship.Besides, Mr. Luo just recovered from a serious illness, and the illness was caused by himself.

Luo Zijun saw that the child's expression was a little loose, and the tail in his heart was about to wag to the sky. He frowned while the iron was hot, and sighed again: "If you are sick and have no one to take care of, what is the difference between having a partner and not having a partner? Just ask if there is anyone in this world who is better than me." Is it worse?"

The sound of "object" seemed to have injected a can of chicken blood into the child's body. He ran to the school the next day to make a report, saying that an elder in the family was sick and needed to be taken care of, and then returned the dormitory.

When Luo Zijun came back to hear the news that day, he carried the child around several times, as happy as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child.

At the end of the year, Mr. Luo went to other places to give lectures, and the organizer paid full board and lodging. He had to buy a round-trip ticket for the day, which took more than 5 hours one way.

Even his colleagues persuaded him: "Mr. Luo, you might as well stay for one night. It's really too much trouble to rush so fast."

Luo Zijun waved his hand: "No, no, there is someone waiting at home."

Even he himself felt strange when he said this sentence. He used to say that the child at home was waiting for him to eat, but he was really a child.

Now the relationship between the two has gone up several steps at once, and when talking about it, it feels like another kind of heart-warming warmth.

The teacher who knew his family's situation joked: "Oh boy, don't let it go too much, he will be independent one day, especially boys can't do everything too much."

Luo Zijun squeezed the chain around his neck and smiled: "It's okay not to be independent."

The colleague just thought he was too spoiled, shook his head and said he didn't understand.

Luo Zijun didn't explain anymore, put his luggage into the trunk of the taxi, and went straight to the airport.

He would rather Dudu was a child all the time, and be at ease in front of him as a child who would be happy, angry, sad, crying, cuddling, hugged and coaxed when he was sad. He would hold him for the rest of his life and protect him , keep him safe and happy.

Luo Zijun thought, there is no need for independence, I am happy to spoil him.

When I got home in the early morning, Teacher Luo habitually stood under the building and looked up, only to find that there was still a faint light in the window of the living room.

The child hugged the blanket and nestled on the sofa to hold the door for him. When he heard the voice, he sat up with half-closed eyes and said in a daze, "Are you back?"

A little hoarse and with a cute little nasal voice, Luo Zijun's heart suddenly softened, he put down his luggage and gently carried him into his bedroom, the child stretched out his hand to hook him around his neck, buried his face in Teacher Luo's neck, and took a deep breath He took a big sip and said, "Are you back?"

"Yeah." Luo Zijun covered him with the quilt and kissed him: "I'm back."

The child muttered again, but didn't notice that the bed had changed, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

Teacher Luo slept next to the child after taking a shower, and found him curled up in a ball clutching the quilt, so he surrounded him tightly from behind. The warm body temperature made the child's brows relax instantly. This is all kept out.

The next day, after the child woke up, he found that the pillow doll in his room had been moved to Luo Zijun's bed.

With a shy face, Lao Luo patted the quilt: "From today onwards, you will sleep here."

"what?!"

The kid looked shocked.

Teacher Luo replied confidently: "I've kissed and touched, so it's not appropriate to separate the beds?"

Shameless skill is getting better day by day.

"Besides, it's so warm when you sleep next to me."

It sounds very reasonable, but the child couldn't think of a word of rebuttal.

Mr. Luo thought he was very smart, but he hadn't been complacent for a few days, and soon he found out in despair that he was just lifting a rock to smash his own foot.

It's a moment of pleasure in the same bed, holding back the cannon in the crematorium.

The child's physique is a bit cold. In this kind of cold winter, even if he gets into bed, it will take a long time for his hands and feet to gradually warm up.So if Mr. Luo doesn't get in, there will always be no heat under the quilt.

As soon as Luo Zijun lay down beside him, the child would silently and instinctively approach the heat source—quietly and actively stick to his leg.Sometimes it is touched carefully, sometimes it is simply octopus-like on the whole plate.

Teacher Luo is like a big fireball, it gets hot after a short while, and the child squints his eyes and yawns comfortably, curling up his toes and rubbing against Teacher Luo's skin, until Lao Luo gritted his teeth and held him down: "Don't mess around."

The child's wet eyes were wide open and cute, which beat Luo Zijun's heart to pieces.

He felt that he seemed to have made a rather stupid decision, so he simply hugged him in a rough voice and pressed it on his chest: "Sleep."

It's not that he doesn't want to do some things, it's that he always feels that the child is not ready, and he has to do it step by step and not rush it.People are like this, the more they cherish something, the less they dare to take it roughly and easily.

As for the child, he is not stupid.

He also watched the website that Lin Xiaoyuan gave him, learned from the videos, and even bought auxiliary supplies secretly and boldly, and put them where he could see them as soon as he opened the drawer of the bedside table. People who are zero are also a little nervous when they suddenly have to use real nuclear bombs on the battlefield.

Every time I get close to him in bed, Mr. Luo's body becomes tense, and the child's heart is clear.Lao Luo is caring about his feelings, holding back, like holding a baby.

Dudu was very moved, moved and guilty.In fact, for him, he is already very satisfied, because the relationship between the two of them is less obstructed by a door than before, and the distance has been shortened by not a little bit, which is simply a qualitative leap.

Go on like this, give some time, just a little more.