Xu Jun's life

I'm one of those people with a really good memory.

Every time I go to a place where I have stayed for a long time, there will be a feeling of "remembering when I was young".

This house has three bedrooms and two living rooms. The living room used to have an off-white sofa. At that time, he was still young, and he didn't have the strange temper of these young masters, and he wasn't so picky about things he used.The house that was thought to be too beautiful at the time looks like that now.

On the long western-style dining table, there are silver candlesticks, the candles are dimly lit, and there is a table of western food on the dining table.

As soon as I saw this posture, I knew it was planned by him long ago.

But he was able to drag me to the table with confidence, pulled out the chair, and brought a bottle of wine from the ice bucket by himself.

I just feel a headache. Wine is bitter and astringent. I have never felt that it tastes good.Fortunately, it's better not to burn my throat than being forced to drink white wine.

As for western food and the like, let alone.Although I like to eat meat, I don't eat meat as a meal. As for those vegetable soups, raw seafood, and raw vegetable salads, they are completely beyond my acceptable range.

In a word, I have no interest in the "candlelight dinner" created by Li Zhurong.

All I want now is a quick change of loose clothes, some real home-cooked food, and a good night's sleep in a warm, dry bed.But it's really hard to say these words - it's rare for him to put down his face and be "gentle and romantic".

The cold and sour wine was placed in front of me in a goblet that looked like it would break when squeezed, and it made my stomach hurt just looking at it.

He is not a caring person, and it is not easy to wipe my face with a towel symbolically. I don't expect him to see that I am not at all interested in this table of Western food.

He sat across from me, raised the goblet to me, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, motioned for me to raise the glass.

I lifted the glass up to save face.

He touched my glass reservedly and said something in French, which I couldn't understand anyway, I just knew that drinking was right, took a sip of the wine, and tried hard to control the urge to frown.

Under the warm candlelight, the person sitting opposite was wearing a well-fitting dark blue suit, a white shirt with a white collar, a face that was handsome as hell, and the way he squinted his eyes while tasting wine made people unable to move his eyes away.Even the air seemed to soften when he looked at me with those eyes.

Ignoring the glass of cold wine and the green leaves and steaks on the table, and ignoring some obvious attempt at his tenderness, it would have been a good night.

He asked me: "Teacher, do you remember when I was studying?"

How can you not remember?

The youngest and happiest period of time, every day is such a good weather, sunny days are also good weather, rainy days are also good weather, listening to him play the piano in the living room covered with woolen carpet, teaching him advanced mathematics.He always waits in the study room, wearing a black British student uniform, leaning against the bookshelf, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding a book for reading. When he sees me coming, he first raises his head and hooks the Cursing the corner of his lips, he quickly returned to that haughty expression.

It's rare for him to feel nostalgic...

"Teacher..." The finger landed on my neck without a trace, and the person came over logically, and touched my cheek with his lips that smelled of alcohol, and his voice became extremely gentle as if he was drunk: " Teacher, are you tired today?"

My whole body became alert, took a sip of wine to calm down, and controlled the urge to run: "I'm not tired."

This time the whole person hugged me from behind, and very skillfully took off the windbreaker I was wearing.I wanted to get up, and with his arms around my waist, I turned my whole body over, that handsome face suddenly enlarged, and he kissed me.

I still had the wine I just drank in my mouth, and I couldn't swallow it. His tongue squeezed in, and when he touched the wine, he let out a muffled laugh. It wasn't enough to snatch the wine away, and he continued to wrap around my tongue.

I just felt that my whole body was softening from the bones, and I knew something was wrong, so I pushed him hard: "Wait...wait a minute."

"What is the teacher going to do?" He shifted his position and sucked my neck.

I reached for the water on the table: "I want to drink some water..."

He smiled like a fox: "Teacher still doesn't like the taste of red wine?"

I responded with "hmm" a few times, and took a sip of cold water, only then did I feel that the dizziness in my head was better.

As soon as he drank the water, he grabbed my arm again. As soon as his hand reached into my shirt, I felt his arm stiffen.

Sure enough, he found out.

His face was ugly, his eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, he opened his mouth, and just said the word "old", his whole body softened, he tried his best to support the table, staring at me, I was afraid of him I fell and didn't dare to retreat far, but I didn't dare to go over. I know that people like them have received anti-drug training, and they are not so easy to be brought down.Otherwise, when Zheng Yehu's mother dealt with Lin Wei, how dare Zheng Yehu go to the bar to take drugs and pretend to be depraved, they are not afraid of this.

However, this medicine is different.

This is the psychedelic that Zheng Yehu bought from the United States and used it to fascinate JIAN in nightclubs. He once stunned me once on the night of his 11th birthday 16 years ago.

He really wanted to be nostalgic tonight, even the medicine he used was exactly the same as back then.

I do have a good memory, and I still remember the taste after ten years.

Because of what came with this medicine, I remember it too deeply.

I didn't dare to lean over until he fell to the ground.

It's not that I'm timid, it's that he has a bad personality. He was only fourteen or five years old when he was in junior high school, and he would often pretend to be drunk and dizzy to lie to me. When I went to help him, he would pinch my waist , Occasionally rub it on my face.At that age, you can already play with others in the palm of your hand with indistinct ambiguity.

He was indeed fascinated, his breathing was steady, his brows were tightly frowned, and his whole face was extremely serious, as if he was still angry with someone while he was asleep.

I had less alcohol at the time, and he swallowed less, so he probably wouldn't be able to sleep for long.I was afraid that he would fall to the ground and freeze, so I dragged him to the bedroom, put him on the bed, took off his clothes, shoes and socks, and covered him with a quilt.

Having done this, I looked around the familiar bedroom and noticed something.

On the bedside cabinet, there are several DUREX and a bottle of KY openly.

I picked up the KY and looked at it, it was indeed new, presumably he ordered Yuan Hai to "prepare carefully".

Fortunately, when I went out in the morning, I thought he had changed his gender, but it turned out that he hadn't changed at all.

I sighed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He was unconsciously asleep, lying there with his mouth full.I really have nowhere to vent my anger. Anyway, he was asleep and didn't know anything.I pinched his face twice to make sure he wouldn't wake up.So he slapped him twice on the face and scolded him: "You bastard! You know how to plot me!"

He lay still, motionless.

It's rare for me to have such a big advantage once, pinching and pinching his face, doing all the things I usually dare not do.

After finishing it, it was even more uncomfortable. After all, I was already in my 30s, but the more I lived, the more I went back.Being bullied like this, he only dared to make some small moves while he was asleep.Seeing him lying there stretched out, he suddenly thought of an evil thought.Climb on top of him, take off his suit first, and tear the collar of his shirt open, making a look of being raped.

He has a good figure, wide shoulders, slender waist and long legs, fair skin, and even blue blood vessels can be seen, his face is not handsome as a man, but with a bit of indisputable beauty, which is shown in the camera. An eerie beauty.

The camera of my mobile phone is not very good, so I just took his mobile phone to get it. I just took two pictures, and the mobile phone suddenly rang in my hand. I looked at the screen and saw the words "Zheng Yehu" jumping around there. .

This guy is not a good guy either, and he was in trouble with the bastard on the bed, and he didn't do a good thing. I just got angry and had nowhere to go, so I picked up the phone and said in a rough voice: "Hello!"

"Xiao Zhe, how are you? Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold..."

"Get out!" I scolded him loudly: "It's worth your sister's daughter, you and Li Zhurong are two bastards! What else can you do besides drugging!"

There was a sudden burst of laughter, and Zheng Yehu couldn't breathe out of laughter: "Oh, it's over, it's Teacher Xu! Teacher Xu is going crazy..."

"Fuck off!"

"Teacher Xu... why is Xiao Zhe so useless? He must have been drugged by himself now, right? Oh, I laughed so hard, I must tell Xia Zhifei..."

"Get out! You don't have any good things!" I hung up the phone angrily, and took more than a dozen photos of the person lying on the bed, still feeling puzzled. After thinking about it, I copied Xia Zhifei's On the phone with Zheng Yehu, I left a photo in his phone and left a message saying: If you dare to threaten me in the future, I will send the photo to Xia Zhifei and Zheng Yehu.

After doing all this, I dare not stay here any longer.He checked the house to make sure he was not gas poisoned or caught a cold, so he found an umbrella and hurried downstairs.

It was midnight outside, and there were no pedestrians on the street. I dared not go home for fear that my mother would be worried. I planned to stay in a hotel outside the school for one night. Walking by the car, the door suddenly opened, a hand stretched out from the door, covering my mouth, another person grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the car!

The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was a familiar face.