Abducted the female teacher's best friend

The weather in the north is very hot in summer, and the sun in August is like a stove that is too close to you, scorching you uncomfortably.

Mo Zebei went to bed very late last night. The old-fashioned air conditioner in her room was broken, and the one in her father’s bedroom couldn’t work. In addition, living on a high floor, under the continuous enthusiasm of the hot sun, the room was like It was an airtight steamer, and even at night, it was sultry and hot, and the effect of taking a bath was not good, and the whole body would still be sweaty after a while.

In the middle of the night, she really couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the blindfold and got up and went to the reclining chair on the balcony, opened the glass window, and occasionally the night breeze would come in through the light screen window, causing a little bit of coolness.

Although it was still hot, it was much more comfortable than in the bedroom. She finally closed her eyes on the recliner and fell asleep at some point, but she was able to fall asleep anyway.

There were mosquitoes on the balcony, but she had a special constitution and generally didn't provoke these things, so she slept peacefully.

The morning light failed to disturb her sleep, and the black blindfold quietly blocked the glare for her, and she still fell asleep soundly.

It was only after eight or nine o'clock, and the sky started to heat up again, a thin layer of sweat oozes from the tip of her nose, and there is also a little sticky hot liquid on her forehead...

She reached out and slowly pulled off the blindfold on her face, closed her eyes to feel the light and scenery outside, finally opened her eyes slowly, turned her head to look up to the right, it was already bright outside, and there was still a ray of sunshine in the air smell.

After a pause for a few seconds, she got up and went to wash up in the small bathroom. After coming out, she tied her ponytail and went downstairs with her mobile phone.

Her family lives on the eighth floor, which is also the top floor.This building is an old-fashioned residential building, some years old, the facilities inside are outdated, and there is no elevator, so I have to rely on two legs to go up and down the stairs every day.

Now it is the time for the school to have summer vacation, and she is alone at home.

Her parents divorced when she was three years old, and her mother left with a wealthy businessman the day after the divorce and never came back.For these years, she has been living with her father Mo Lin. Mo Lin is a primary school teacher. Although he is reticent on weekdays, he is honest and kind.Whenever the school is on winter and summer vacation, he will always go to the surrounding nursing homes and some orphanages to do volunteer work or volunteer, and sometimes go to some distant places, especially in the past two years, Zebei has been able to take care of himself, he So I felt relieved to go further, and I didn’t go home very much during the summer vacation, so I lived there, but I would call Zebei every day, and sooner or later, the content of the phone calls was basically repetitive: Are you awake?what did you eat?What time did you go to sleep?Pay attention to closing the doors and windows at night... and very little else.

After going down the last flight of stairs, just after leaving the unit door, a bell rang in the pocket of Zebei's shorts. While stepping on her slippers and walking out, she fumbled for the phone from the pocket without even glancing at it, and opened it based on feeling. The screen answered the phone.

"Well," it was my father who called and asked her if she was up, she answered, "now I'm going to have breakfast."

Mo Lin asked her what time she went to bed last night, and she said the time when she went to bed, but she didn't say anything about waking up in the night to go to the balcony, or about the broken air conditioner, and then hung up the phone.

She went to the wonton shop that she used to go to, ordered a large bowl of wontons, put chili water and vinegar in it, stirred it a few times, and ate it with her head down.

This store has been here since she had the impression, at least for more than ten years, it is an old store, its taste is good, it is cheap and affordable, everyone loves to patronize, the customers are all from the nearby community, They are very familiar.

People who come here to eat will know that Mo Zebei is the daughter of the Mo family when they see Mo Zebei, but they seldom talk to her. There is no other reason.

After eating the wontons and paying the bill, Mo Zebei went straight to the supermarket across the street. The air conditioner at home was broken. On this hot day, he had to find a way to cool down.Usually when my father is around, if the air conditioner breaks down, he will always be patient and find someone to fix it. Mo Zebei is too troublesome to ask someone to come to the house, and this is an old machine that has been repaired for many years. Even if it is repaired, the effect is not very good. , Just buy a fan this time, so as not to toss back and forth.

I went to the supermarket to buy a small exhaust fan, and bought a watermelon. This season, her favorite fruit is watermelon, which is sweet and thirst-quenching.

With a watermelon in her left hand and a fan in her right hand, she climbed up to the eighth floor again. When she reached her door, she was already sweating all over her forehead. It wasn't because she was weak, but because the weather was too hot.

Putting the things in her hand on the ground, Mo Zebei took out the key to open the door, entered the door, carried the things and put them in the small corner, she went to the bathroom to take a shower without being in a daze, and walked out the door, her body was sticky Yes, very uncomfortable.

After coming out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed, she pulled the long cable strips in the bedroom aside, switched on the exhaust fan, and then turned to the kitchen to wash the watermelon, cut it and put it in the fruit bowl, took it out and turned it back to the original place.

She was sitting on the blanket next to the small table, eating watermelon while blowing the wind, with a relaxed expression.

After eating a few pieces of watermelon, she went back to the bedroom with the exhaust fan in her arms. She had nothing else to do, just read casual books and comics while blowing the wind, and fell asleep again at noon. Bear.

At about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, she was woken up by the ringing of her mobile phone.

Usually her father would not call her at this time, she touched the phone and glanced at the screen, it was Zhou Ruoxin, one of her children.

She, Zhou Ruoxin, and Meng Yuanhao both grew up together in this old residential building. The three of them lived close to each other and went to and from school together, so they had a good relationship. However, when they graduated from primary school, both Zhou Ruoxin and Meng Yuanhao moved in. The new town next door.However, the distance between the old residential building and the new city is not very far, and it takes only four or 10 minutes to ride a bicycle. Moreover, the three of them are in the same school in middle school and high school. Although they no longer live together, the relationship is not alienated. In addition, when they were in school, They also have lunch and dinner together.

Zhou Ruoxin called her and invited her to have dinner at home. It was like this in the past, especially when Father Mo was not at home.Mo Zebei sometimes goes and sometimes doesn't, it's not certain.

"No." She turned over slightly, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her fingertips, "It's hot today, I don't want to move."

"I'll pick you up." Zhou Ruoxin said, getting up from the bed, stepping on her slippers to find clothes.

Mo Zebei only had bicycles at home, and it took about four or ten minutes to ride there. Zhou Ruoxin thought about picking her up on an electric bike. She did this a few times before, when Mo Zebei said she couldn't come to eat, and she secretly Pick up people in the past.

Hearing this, Mo Zebei got up and turned off the fan, opened the curtains and looked out the window: "Then I'll go there by myself."

"Yeah," Zhou Ruoxin paused as she rummaged through her clothes, and smiled, "Mom bought your favorite fish."

"understood."

Mo Zebei likes to eat fish, but he doesn't like picking fish bones, and Father Mo is not good at cooking fish, so she seldom eats fish at home.

But when I go to Zhou Ruoxin's house, I can often eat fish. Her mother knows how to cook fish, and the craftsmanship is good, and the fish she buys has less bones and the meat is smooth and tender, which she likes very much.

She changed her shorts and wore light trousers, which were more casual, with a white T on her upper body. Because she was going to ride a bike, she also wore canvas shoes for convenience.

It's hot, so she wears a high ponytail. In fact, when it's not hot, she basically has this hairstyle. It's a bit like a swordsman in ancient times. The few strands of hair flowing in the wind on both sides of her forehead add a little sassy feeling to her.

She is tall and thin, with fair skin and three-dimensional facial features. She is quite eye-catching in the crowd, but she doesn't talk much, and she feels a little cold. In addition, her long and narrow eyebrows, inexplicably, will make people People think she is proud.

Cold and arrogant, many people's first impression of her is this.

But she was really not easy to get close to. For so many years, there were only two people who had a good relationship with her around her, one was Zhou Ruoxin, the other was Meng Yuanhao, and nothing else.

It took about 40 minutes, and finally arrived. It was such a hot day, and it was such a cycling exercise. Mo Zebei was sweating even on the back of his neck, and his inner clothes were also wet, clinging to his back.

Zhou Ruoxin was waiting for her at the gate of the community with a sun umbrella. When she saw her coming, she muttered helplessly at her, and handed her the tissue in her hand: "I told you to take the bus, but you didn't want to." I went to pick her up and didn't want to take the bus, so I had to suffer in this weather.

Mo Zebei took the tissue, wiped off his sweat, and asked casually, "Didn't you go to make up class today?"

"Well," Zhou Ruoxin walked side by side with her, and moved the sun umbrella to her, "The teacher has urgent matters at home, so he asked for a day off."

Mo Zebei nodded lightly, expressing his understanding.

They are already in their third year of high school. Zhou Ruoxin and Meng Yuanhao have been making up classes during the winter and summer vacations since the second year of junior high school.Mo Zebei never went to make up lessons. Her grades were generally acceptable, but not good, especially in English. She never passed the exam. She herself was not very interested in English. I will care more, and I will not take it to heart.

As soon as he entered the door, there was a chill, Zhou Ruoxin's house was fully air-conditioned.

After changing her shoes, Zhou Ruoxin took Mo Zebei to the kitchen to greet her mother.

"Auntie." Mo Zebei went in and called out.

"Zebei is here," Zhou's mother turned around and smiled back, "Go and stay in Xiaoxinfang, the oily smoke is heavy here."

"En." After Mo Zebei answered, Zhou Ruoxin dragged her out. When she left, Zhou Ruoxin took two tomatoes that her mother had just washed.

The two of them went to Zhou Ruoxin's bedroom, decorated in light pink and warm yellow, making people feel warm and comfortable.

Just as the two of them sat down, the cell phone in Mo Zebei's pocket rang again. It was Meng Yuanhao's call.

"I'm going to order a family bucket this afternoon, will you come?" He and Zhou Ruoxin are in a cram school, and they don't have to go to class today.

"I'm here with Ruoxin." Mo Zebei squatted next to the trash can to eat tomatoes so that the juice wouldn't flow on the ground. "Eat at her house at night."

"Huh?" Meng Yuanhao got up immediately when he heard the words, and jumped off the bed, "Wait for me, I'll go over right away."

Mo Zebei was also used to his reaction, put his phone in his pocket, and said to Zhou Ruoxin calmly, "Yuan Hao will come over later."

"Tsk," Zhou Ruoxin hummed, "No one invited him."

Mo Zebei didn't answer the conversation either, and continued to eat tomatoes with his head down, and got up to wash his hands after eating.

Meng Yuanhao's house is very close to Zhou Ruoxin's house, one building per community, and he will be there in a few minutes...

After greeting Zhou's mother, he came to the bedroom.

"You are so eccentric," Meng Yuanhao curled his lips at Zhou Ruoxin, "Every time you ask Zebei to come to your house for dinner, you never call me."

"I didn't call you, didn't you come too?" With such a thick skin, does anyone need to call?Zhou Ruoxin rolled his eyes back at him.

Mo Zebei, who came back from washing his hands, didn't participate in their argument, he took a side magazine and sat on the low stool next to Zhou Ruoxin's bed to read it.

"I want to eat tomatoes too." Meng Yuanhao glanced at the tomatoes in Zhou Ruoxin's hand, "Go and get one for me."

"You don't have hands?"

"This is your home."

"Oh, now you know it's my home?"

Meng Yuanhao hung his neck and wanted to say more, but Zhou Ruoxin directly stuffed the tomato in his hand to Mo Zebei: "You eat it."

Mo Zebei didn't give in either, and squatted down to the small trash bin with tomatoes and magazines, read while eating, and washed his hands after eating.

Meng Yuanhao was enraged by Zhou Ruoxin's actions. He took off his shoes and threw himself on Zhou Ruoxin's bed, rolling, kicking and kicking in retaliation. How could Zhou Ruoxin tolerate him? People make a fuss.

Mo Zebei came back after washing his hands, and quietly sat in a corner to prevent these two troublesome people from affecting her pond fish...