Xu Jun's life

I don't like Beihai.

When I was in elementary school, there was a text in my textbook, which seemed to be "Let's Swing the Oars" or something. The illustrations in it were the green trees and red walls of the North Sea.It sounds vulgar, but it's not bad when you look at it on the ground.

It's just that I still don't like Beihai.

No one likes their own cell.

In Li Zhurong's house, the most beautiful one is the one in Beihai.

I went to the study of Professor Hua’s house back then. He is an old-school literati. Because he studies physics, the study has a European-style feel, with tall bookshelves and thick original works on the bookshelves.At that time, I thought, if I have a big study in the future, I should make it comfortable and dark, and I can hide in the study to sleep when I am not reading.

I don’t know where Li Zhurong got so many books. The tall European-style hardwood bookshelves, dark tones, are full of hard-shelled and gilded books. Those quantum theory, classical mechanics, and astrophysics are crowded on the bookshelves.The bookshelves are even fitted with an elaborate staircase that can be climbed up to reach the books on the top tier.

I don’t remember when I told him that my dream is to have a bookshelf that reaches the ceiling. I can stand on the stairs and watch Einstein if I want to see Einstein. Look at Tesla.

He stood behind me, leaning against the door as if nothing had happened, with his hands in his trouser pockets, smiling at me with the corners of his mouth curled up, like the most gentle and affectionate dude.

I have a chill down my spine.

I am not afraid of his bad attitude towards me, vicious and sarcastic.That way at least I can be tit for tat.However, I don't know what to do with a Li Zhurong like this.

He seemed to be...let's call it a favour.

I think he is really trying to please me.

Dinner is eaten at home.

After being brought back by Yuan Hai, I was first taken to the study by him. After walking around, Yuan Hai brought me a stack of documents. He sat on the sofa in the living room, reading the documents as if nothing had happened.

I have not been to this house before.But most of his houses are decorated in the same style. He likes European-style sofas, expensive soft carpets, and heavy curtains, preferably velvet, dark blue or deep purple. He likes to use air conditioners to adjust the temperature throughout the year, just like the world. There is no temperature that can satisfy him at all.

I can bear these habits of his.What I can't bear is actually this person.

I sat on the sofa, and the anger of being caught was gradually disappearing, turning into helplessness.This is his usual tactic. Every time I quarrel with him, it's just a moment of anger.When the time of anger passes, you will only hate yourself in your heart.

If I can, I really want to punch a fist on the face of no matter what happened.

But the truth is, I can't beat him.

I slept in the guest room at night and had insomnia until twelve o’clock. He came in wearing a shirt and suit pants, untied his tie while walking to the bathroom, came out of the shower, and lay down on the bed calmly.

I couldn't bear it anymore, I swung my elbow and hit him on the stomach, he grabbed my wrist and bent it behind my back, I turned over, and was pressed down on the soft mattress by him, he triumphantly pressed on my back Come on, smile at me with the corners of your mouth up: "The teacher's spirit is very good..."

I pretended to be a dead man.

He groped me contentedly, and the crotch of the pajama pants was pulled away by him. Seeing that hand was still touching down, I was so angry that my chest almost exploded. Called: "Go away, go away!"

He was taken aback by my abnormal reaction, stretched out his hand to turn on the light, picked up my face for a closer look, and smiled: "Teacher, you can't take it seriously, your eyes are red."

I put my knees on the bed and wanted to get up, but he easily pressed my back: "Teacher, don't be angry, I didn't do anything."

His tone was so casual, as if he was playing with some novelty toy, my mind was full of crazy thoughts, and even my breathing was hot.

He probably sensed something was wrong, let go of his hand, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Teacher, don't be angry, I..."

As soon as he let go, I jumped up from the bed, fell down, got up and rushed to the door. The door was locked, and I couldn’t open it after twisting it a few times. Get up and kick the door viciously.It was a strange feeling to vent my anger. For a moment, I had forgotten that my original intention was to open the door. I just remembered kicking and kicking the hardwood door, as if I wanted to vent all my anger on the door.

I think he was intimidated.

When I kicked the door, he stood by the side all the time, didn't stop me, just stood quietly until Yuan Haidu was ushered over and stood outside the door carefully asking if there was anything wrong.

"It's nothing." He told Yuan Hai like this: "I just made the teacher angry."

Until the people outside the door dispersed, until I sat on the ground exhausted and hugged my head.He just came over, knelt down and hugged me, leaning my head on his shoulder, my whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

He didn't say anything.

He just carried me back to the bed, straightened my curled limbs, and stretched out his arms to wrap me around.He rubbed his cheek against my forehead, and I heard him turn off the light, and with a bang, the whole world went dark.

"Good night, teacher."

On April [-]th, the weather was fine.

As if nothing happened, one night is enough for both of us to return to normal.

I was called up by him the next morning, when he was already wearing casual clothes, a diamond-shaped check sweater, and a black jacket.He has been fond of this Italian brand called "Cavi" since high school.

With white skin, black hair, and deep, narrow eyes, he looked like a medieval vampire.

Ever since I met him again in City C, I have been looking for the shadow of that boy in him. This project is too difficult.He seemed to have changed beyond recognition overnight, becoming cold, quiet, and unfathomable.

I am very aware of my weight with him, but this weight has no effect.

I don't even want to play golf at all.In Youqi's words, golf is just a group of nouveau riche, with a beer belly, pretending to be playing a game of stoned sheep invented by a shepherd hundreds of years ago. , Since then entered the aristocratic society.

I'm not as cynical as he is, but I'm not at all interested in spending a morning running up and down the lawn trying to get a ball into a hole with a stick.With this time, I would rather lie on the lawn and sleep all morning.

I lost my temper last night, and my anger is not enough, so I don't have much fighting power.I resisted to no avail, and Li Zhurong took me into the car and drove to the golf club, where there was already someone waiting for me.

I don't have a good impression of Zheng Yehu.He has been overly spoiled by his family since he was a child. He is the only child of three generations in his family.The nickname is Zheng Jiu, because he was very sick when he was a child, and he wanted to use this name to deceive the king of hell—eight of them died before, so this one should be kept anyway.

Since he was a child, losing a hair is a big deal.Everyone who plays with him is trembling.Li Zhurong told me that he never fought until he was seven or eight years old.Later, he had a fight with Li Zhurong, and since then he has become an enemy, and he has to win or lose first in everything.

I have never seen Zheng Yehu wear a suit. His clothes are often casually matched, and no one dares to speak of him anyway.But he is very beautiful, even if he is dressed like a beggar, he still looks good.

Today he wore low-slung trousers, two slender legs, and a bat-like black sweater over it. He was always in a mess.Seeing me, he greeted me for the first time, and waved to me: "Mr. Xu is good!"

Li Zhurong glanced at him coldly, and said contemptuously, "You should lift up your trousers, Mao has seen it."

Zheng Yehu was triumphant: "You little old man, what do you know? My dear loves me to wear it like this."

Lin Wei was shot innocently.

So, every time I see Zheng Yehu, I feel sorry for Lin Wei.Not everyone can tolerate Zheng Yehu's character of not following the rules.Especially when he was doing it, he looked like a crazy alien creature.

As soon as he and Li Zhurong met, they would argue with each other. I didn't bother to listen, so I simply hid under the awning and stared blankly, but Li Zhurong insisted that I watch him play, and wanted me to watch beside him.In the middle of the call, Yuan Hai sent a call, and Li Zhurong went to answer the call, leaving me alone to face Zheng Yehu, who was out of his mind.

Zheng Yehu discussed with me: "Xu Xu, I'll put this ball in that place, will you tell Li Zhurong later if it's okay?"

I know that if you want to live in peace with him, the most important thing is to pretend to be deaf and dumb.I have been teased by him countless times before. Ten years have passed, and his condition should have improved to a higher level.

I ignored him, but he also enjoyed himself, rambling aside:

"Mr. Xu, I heard that you went back to R University to do experiments? Actually, I think you are still suitable to be a teacher, but Xiaozhe probably won't agree."

"Mr. Xu, I didn't say it. You know Xiao Zhe's temper. He keeps everything in his heart. If you want him to tell the truth, either you are dying or he is dying. You have always been the best person to him, so don't be angry with him. Besides, isn't it good that you two are like this now? Both of you are happy with each other and have a precious son early... "

"But Xiaoxiu's incident was really unkind, why don't you go find a woman to have a son, haha, he will be so angry that he will go crazy..."

He talked for a long time, seeing that Li Zhurong's phone call seemed to be over, he suddenly said in a deep voice: "Mr. I have no good intentions for you. Just take it for Xiaozhe's sake and stay away from him."

Not long after he finished speaking, Li Zhurong came over and looked at him vigilantly: "What are you talking about?"

"I didn't say anything." After Zheng Yehu finished speaking, he bumped the ball that had moved into the hole as if nothing had happened.