Fog River

When Chi Shu woke up, the twilight was just right, burning red and orange all the way to half the sky, he made the bed casually to ventilate the room, found a pair of jumpsuits and paired them with a pair of Martin boots.

This year, for some reason, 12-hole Martin boots became popular again. The heightened boots stuck all the way under the calf. Chi Shu pulled up the elastic band of the jumpsuit a little and it just fit.

Although the 12 holes are a bit too high, but the effect is really good, it looks cool and manly.

Chi Shu whistled to himself in the mirror, took a hair dryer to give himself a style, grabbed some hair gel to set the shape, and wrapped it up on his back and went out the door.

Opposite the neighborhood is a whole street of snacks. On weekdays, Chi Shu would go back to order a bowl of rice noodles or something, but today was different. He walked into the convenience store and got a bowl of dragon fish salad and black coffee.

Without it, I just feel that I should lose weight.

Otherwise, he might not even dare to show his chest muscles when he flirts next time.

Chi Shu glanced at the heat of the vinaigrette, and after confirming that it was not too high, he poured it in and ate it. A weight-loss meal can't be so delicious, but Chi Shu thought he was a person who would find pleasure in suffering, so he connected the earphones and started Play that recording on a loop.

Not long, just three seconds.

But sweet enough.

'Chi Shu, good afternoon. '

The electric current intensified Bian Yan's hoarse and deep voice, hitting Chi Shu's heart word by word.

To be honest, Chi Shu has heard many people say good morning and good night to him, but good afternoon is really rare. He has lived so far, and he can count on ten fingers.

Bian Yan is the only one of that special minority.

Chi Shu took a sip of the black coffee, only to find that it was too sweet.He downloaded a mixing software, cut that recording and put it into Sukana's sugerpee.

The soothing tune is paired with a provocative voice, like 8% alcohol chocolate red wine, whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, it is the most suitable for sitting on the balcony at dusk to watch the sky and kiss people.

Chi Shu sent the mixed music and the original music to Bian Yan, and then took a picture of the dusk outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the convenience store, followed by the text.

——Chi Shu: Boss Bian, I want to kiss you when I'm a little drunk, and taste the aroma of wine steaming hot between our lips.

After sending out, Chi Shu put away his mobile phone, threw the lunch box and paper cup into the trash can, took a piece of paper, and took the subway back to school except the convenience store.

Zhirong's subway entrance has only been opened in recent years. Chi Shu used to need to transfer, but there is nothing else except a little trouble. It is a good option when you don't drive.

It was just after five o'clock when we arrived at the school, and Chi Shu trotted up the stairs. When he arrived at class 14, the bell rang for the end of class, and he didn't avoid it. He just blocked the door and watched the students rushing past him. .

It wasn't until the students were about to leave that Mr. Lu slowly walked out of the classroom with the little bee in his arms.

Chi Shu walked over and hugged him, jokingly said, "Old Lu, have you had dinner? Let's have something together?"

"Don't touch me." Lu Lao took out the wooden ruler and tapped Chi Shu's hand, "I'll go home and eat."

go home to eat?That's not okay.

Chi Shu's grip became tighter and tighter, and he frantically searched for the recipes in the school cafeteria in his mind: "What to eat at home, today there is eggplant stew at school, don't you always like eggplant stew most, go away and I'll treat you to it."

"I have three highs recently, and I can't eat greasy food." Mr. Lu was not alert, and began to struggle, "Relax!"

Chi Shu smiled: "Can't eat greasy food? That's just right. There's a new Halal restaurant nearby. I'll treat you to it."

Old Lu became irritable, and his eyes widened: "Chi Shu, you bastard, are you going to help those people mess with me?"

The words were clear, and Chi Shu didn't bother to play Tai Chi with him anymore, haha, took what he was holding, and began to persuade him earnestly.

"This can be called messing with you. This meeting is what everyone wants to hold. You have to do well in your job here, right? There's no reason why you don't work hard after taking money."

Mr. Lu raised his eyebrows angrily: "Did I not try my best? Which exam in my class fell out of the top three in my age, and which time did the students in my class lose my full score?"

"Oh, this job doesn't just include this, the leaders' meetings, the spot checks from the superiors too," Chi Shu led him into the office, and put the things away neatly for him, "Besides, if you are like this, It's hard to be a team leader, isn't it, you don't like to cause trouble for others, don't you?"

Old Lu snorted sullenly, and took a sip of tea: "I just don't like those who wear official hats."

"It can't be helped, who told you that you are too good, right?" Chi Shu opened and closed his mouth, and said pleasant words casually.

Mr. Lu's temper became more childish as he got older, but he didn't reach the point where he was sloppy and wild.

After calling the teacher's wife to report, Chi Shu took Mr. Lu to the cafeteria for dinner, and talked about work, life and teaching methods along the way.

After dinner, the two rushed to the conference room of the science and education building without stopping, and sat there to listen to the meeting.

Generally, this kind of grade meeting with superior leaders to check it will not give up if it is not held for three or four hours, but you have to listen to it, because every time you have to submit a few thousand words to listen to your experience, In short, it is a special grinder.

By the time Chi Shu came out of the science and education building with his half-formed thoughts in his arms, the night was as dark as black ink.

There was still some time before the students went to study in the evening and finished school, and tomorrow morning was his morning self-study. Chi Shu didn't plan to delay any longer at school, so he greeted Mr. Lu and went straight to the cigarette shop.

When he got outside, Chi Shu glanced at his SUV and found that there were no fallen leaves on it. He reached out and wiped the hood again, and there was no dust.

Chi Shu stroked his fingertips, but couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth.He didn't delay here too much, turned around and went straight into the shop.

The wind chime rang, and Bian Yan's eyes followed it.

The moment they met, Chi Shu felt something pressing in his eyes.

That kind of exhaustion and helplessness that you have to hold on to even if the sky falls.

There was a song playing in the shop, it was the sugerpee that Chi Shu sent over today.

Chi Shu withdrew his smile, walked over to the sound of the piano, sat across from him and stared at the cup of latte on the insulation pad, without saying a word.

There was no one else in the store except Bian Yan, the candlelight was dimly lit, and the two of them sat across from each other and made a special cup of sweet latte, which was just waiting for me.

Chi Shu reached out and closed the insulation pad, and asked in a very calm tone, "Is there anything you can ask me?"

Bian Yan gave a low hum, and turned the lighter in his hand: "Li Ao has been sent home. Seven days."

"Sent home?" Chi Shu's heart skipped a beat, "What's going on?"

"Smoking and fighting." Bian Yan raised his eyelids to look at Chi Shu, without any other emotional fluctuations in his eyes, "I picked him up from the Political and Education Office with Li Juan."

These words sound simple, but they carry a lot of information.

Li Ao's incident was quite a big one. They all went to the Political and Educational Office, and even asked their parents to pick them up in person. Coupled with such a long punishment period, it was really difficult for a high school student who was about to take the university entrance exam. serious.

It's no wonder Bian hates doing this once today.

Seeing that Chi Shu didn't speak, he was silent for a while, and continued: "At first Li Juan wanted to come to you, but I couldn't make it clear when I thought about her, and you don't understand sign language very well, so let me compare it with you." good."

"Chi Shu, can you help me?"

At this time, sugerpee played the second round in the store, it should be a single cycle.

Listening to the male singer's lazy and hoarse voice, Chi Shu stared down at the cup of latte without answering.

In fact, logically speaking, as long as the students I have taught, as a teacher, I can't bear to say anything and be sent home at such a critical juncture in the third year of high school.

Besides, Li Ao usually has good grades and conduct, so even if he didn't want to say that Chi Shu knew about it, he would not bear to ask for mercy, after all, it was the critical moment of his third year in high school.

But Bian hated this approach, which made Chi Shu feel greedy.

In the second and third rounds, the music kept playing and the candles kept flickering. The two just sat opposite each other, neither of them talking.

It wasn't until the steam from the cup of latte on the table stopped steaming that Chi Shu replied in a low voice, "Bian Yan, if I do this favor, what are you going to give me?"

After finishing speaking, Chi Shu looked up at him, with the corners of his mouth tensed, and repeated, "What are you going to give me?"

Bian Yan looked at him for a while, and slowly leaned forward under his gaze, propped the table up halfway, and pressed his finger on Chi Shu's lips: "This, is it okay?"

The roughness and heat came from the fingertips, filled with the intoxicating aroma of tobacco, Chi Shu took a deep breath calmly, the smell of tobacco entered his mind along the nasal cavity, floating up and down.

Chi Shu lowered his eyes for a while, reached out to grab the knuckle, and removed it from his lips.He raised his head and approached the lips of the side, but did not touch, leaving an appropriate distance for the lips to rub between opening and closing.

"Bian Yan, I want to kiss you, but it's not like this. It shouldn't be like this." Chi Shu breathed and hit the tip of Bian Yan's nose, "You shouldn't be like this today, I think you're humiliating me .”

Bian Yan frowned, with a little apology in his voice: "Sorry, I..."

"Hush," Chi Shu reached out to hold his lips, leaned over to press his lips on his fingers, and said with burning eyes, "But it's okay, at least Boss Bian is not too stupid and knows how to make me happy. forgive you."

"This," Chi Shu pressed hard, "I will let you give it to me when you are in love in the future, don't rush now. But if you really want to ask me for something, Boss Bian, then...you can do it yourself Roll a cigarette, I haven't smoked yours yet."

Bian Yan looked at him with an inexplicable look in his eyes. He didn't withdraw, but just pressed Chi Shu's finger and asked, "That's it?"

"Yes, that's it." Chi Shu replied firmly.

Bian Yan smiled, got up and walked towards the cigarette stand, without saying much, put on his gloves and started picking shredded tobacco.

Chi Shu sat over with a latte in his hand, watched his movements and asked, "Don't you ask me what I smoke?"

"What are you smoking?" Bian Yan asked following his words, but in fact, the movement of picking shredded tobacco in his hands never stopped.

Chi Shu asked this question out of a joke, and he didn't know the way to do it, so he couldn't say anything else. In the end, he could only reply dryly, "I'll smoke whatever you roll."

Bian Yan picked out more than a dozen kinds of shredded tobacco, mixed them according to the ratio and began to chop them little by little: "Mr. Chi, it's really easy to understand."

The dim candlelight hit Bian Yan's hands, and his fingers wearing milky white rubber flipped in the light, like strips of fine suet jade dipped in gold soup, making Chi Shu feel a little confused when he teased him.

Chi Shu watched Bian Yan chop up the withered and yellow shredded tobacco, propped his chin and asked, "Then what do you understand?"

"A lot," he replied while cutting the shredded tobacco neatly, "but now, it seems that I can't see clearly."

Speaking of this, he seemed to change the subject a bit, and asked quickly: "Have you ever smoked popping beads?"

Explosive beads are a popular cigarette in recent years. Chi Shu has heard of it but never smoked it, so he replied no.

Bian Yan hummed, thought for a while and replied: "Then try it."

After that, he possessed himself and took out a small jar from the bottom, which contained colorful beads, which looked like the crystal baby he played with when he was a child.

"What's this?" Chi Shu took a sip of his latte.

Bian Yan picked up a small bead and put it on the pulp of his finger, and held it under Chi Shu's eyes: "Explosive bead, mint flavor."

"Is this a popping bead?" Chi Shu stared at the small bead, "Isn't a popping bead a brand of cigarettes?"

Bian Yan laughed lowly, and hooked Chi Shu: "Stretch out your hand."

Chi Shu stretched out his palm for no apparent reason. He watched Bian Yan turn his hand over and press the small bead into his palm. He rubbed it vigorously, only to hear a very small explosion sound, azure blue with a mint aroma. The liquid flowed away in Chi Shu's hand.

Bian Yan pointed to the broken bead, with an irrepressible smile in his voice: "It's called popping bead, it's a type of cigarette, not... a brand of cigarette."