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Lying stiffly close to the edge of the bed, he would fall under the bed if he could not stabilize his center of gravity after a little movement.

Jing Zhuo lay on his side in such a sleeping position, feeling that he had some talent for being an acrobat.

This was the first time he slept in someone else's bed, and it was also the first time someone slept next to him, it was awkward.

Of course, awkwardness only accounts for a small part of the sleepless nights. It is more of chaotic emotions and re-examination of the first 25 years of my life.

Just tonight, just now, he slept with a stranger.

And now they are sharing the same bed with each other.

Jing Zhuo never thought that such a "one-night stand" would happen to him, but the hearty feeling just now was real, and the excitement was real. The magical experience of entertaining oneself is completely incomparable.

A one-night stand triggered by a small broken electric car.

After a lot of thoughts, this is the summary.

Jing Zhuo closed his sore eyes, listening to the regular ups and downs of strange breathing beside him in the silent night.

When I was still in the hospital just now, I went to the inpatient department and couldn't find the old lady, so I called, and she thought she was disturbing her dream, so she scolded her grandson.When asked about the results of the examination, the old lady got impatient and kept saying "don't worry about it", "you can't die in two years", "go back to your city".

The old lady had no affection for him since he was a child, and he never even called him "grandma", and the old lady didn't even bother to call him by his baby name.The grandparent and grandson are obviously each other's only relatives, but they have been at odds with each other.The old lady wouldn't let him go home, and he didn't want to go home and be scolded. He lived in the city by himself in the dormitory apartment of the Xueyuan, and the old lady lived in the county by herself.

This trip is still the same, but even if there is no family affection, he still has filial piety, and knows that they are relatives and grandchildren with broken bones and tendons, but the old lady doesn't appreciate it, let alone disclose her illness, which makes him anxious.

My own side is also a mess.The school informed the organization that it was not his place to go out to study, so he had to stay in the school to substitute for other classes; the landlord called and said that he had cut through the ceiling of the upstairs renovation house; the heating pipe was cracked, and the rust water was half full. living room...

Stuck with anger and grievances that he didn't even notice, he came out of the inpatient department to the door of the hospital that he had agreed to, and saw the tall and straight man standing casually under the streetlight in the guard room, Jing Zhuo could be considered to have found a vent .

There is indeed no "drinking place" in the county seat, not even a high-end ordinary bar. It is troublesome to go to the city and have to drive again and then come out.

After kicking the rear wheel of the electric car that had fallen behind, Jing Zhuo took a long leg and sat on the back seat: "Let's go."

The back seat has been dropped, and now there is only one bottom left, and it hurts to sit on it.

"Where are you going?" Cheng Luo sat in the front seat, and tapped Jingzhuo's broken electric car horn, which made him upset when he heard it.

"Come down." He gave Cheng Luo a push. The man looked even more broad-shouldered and broad-shouldered when he took off his white coat, which was too windshield in front of him.

Cheng Luo knew his driving skills well, he was injured just now and didn't take him to the hospital by the way because he was afraid of causing another injury to others, so he obediently switched places with him.

It was a funny scene, the two men were sitting together in a small electric donkey, they were silent all the way, cutting through the silent night, bringing with them the dry and refreshing wind of early autumn.

After turning around and turning around, I found a restaurant, didn't eat much for supper, and drank a lot of wine.

Jing Zhuo didn't drink very much, he got drunk halfway through, Cheng Luo told him to take it easy, but he still refused, in the end he almost lost his mind, at least Cheng Luo held him down.

It's not completely broken, but I can remember that I insisted on going home with Cheng Luo, and I kept trying on the edge of playing with fire, and finally succeeded in igniting the fire.

Strange scorching | hot temperature and breath, infinitely magnified senses in the dark, unbridled movements and sounds in the closed room.

The two of them never expected to go to bed so soon.

At first, Cheng Luo only treated him as a part of expressing apology by inviting him to eat and drink, but when he was entangled in the end, he also took into account Jing Zhuo's minor injury on his leg.

It's a bit wicked to sleep in another person's bed the same night after the scratches are stitched up.

But Jing Zhuo refused to let him go, he just dragged him and rolled away together.

A fire was burned inside and out, and the embers were scattered in the middle of the night.

After finishing the work, the two of them sat on both sides of the big bed and smoked in silence.

Cheng Luo leaned against the head of the bed, his upper body was covered with faint moonlight, and the lines of his side face were blurred by wisps of smoke.

At that time, Jing Zhuo frowned in a daze and muttered: "Isn't it bothersome to bomb the ground with ash, I still have to sweep it."

Cheng Luo was silent for a few seconds, then crushed out the cigarette butt, turned his head to look at him and smiled: "The floor is the best ashtray."

From the beginning to the end, a few words of communication are irrelevant, even inexplicable.

Jing Zhuo stayed decent even when he drank too much, and he didn't catch a night in embarrassment.

Just like the real gun king, Jing Zhuo admired himself afterwards.

Now I am slowly waking up, and the sky is almost dawn, so I can relax.

Cheng Luo beside him turned over lightly, but Jing Zhuo was still startled and almost fell under the bed again.

After staring for a while, when I woke up at six in the morning, my surroundings were already empty.

Teachers are busy, and doctors are busier than teachers.

No matter how ups and downs the nightlife is, the moment he enters the school gate, he is still an upright and good teacher of the people.

"Hello teacher."

"good morning teacher!"

Jing Zhuo nodded at the students who stepped in.The students in the Sixth Middle School are too naughty, those who can greet the teacher well are now classified as "good students" by Jing Zhuo.

The one who said hello and did not speak human language appeared at the door of the classroom after the class bell rang: "Wow, brother Jing! Don't look at me like that, I just watched The Grudge last night... Are you broken in love?"

"Have you made a report yet?" Jing Zhuo said in a calm voice, but there was no sound underneath, and there was a bit of suffocated laughter.

"Report--"

Jing Zhuo propped his hands on the podium, although his body didn't hurt, he was actually a little uncomfortable and his voice was a little hoarse.

His tone was cold: "The effect of saying two words is the eighteenth bend of the mountain road. What's the matter, is there a reed in your throat?"

The girl leaning crookedly against the door frame was about to return to Jing Zhuo when the latter pointed at the watch next to the blackboard: "What time is it?"

"Oh, it's not my fault—" the girl said grinningly, with her hands in her school uniform trouser pockets, the waterway opened nine times, "My brother didn't send me to school this morning—"

"Cheng Xinran," Jing Zhuo felt a headache from her grinning, he bent his fingers and tapped the score book on the podium, "Then how do we count the previous eight times?"

"My brother is busy—" It's common for a girl named Cheng Xinran to be late, and she usually skips classes and skips classes to make up, change her school uniform and trouser legs, and everything goes wrong. Yesterday Jing Zhuo was supposed to visit her parents.

Is it the parents' fault? Don't jump to conclusions.Cheng Xinran has always blamed her brother and never mentioned her parents. Jing Zhuo remembers this, and always uses mild words when training her, for fear of hurting the fragile and deformable heart of a half-grown child.

"Return to your seat, and once again go to the school office to discuss the application for suspension of study."

Of course Cheng Xinran knew that this was to scare her, so she entered the classroom with a playful smile: "Thank you, teacher—"

The whole class stared at this spirited girl with fluorescent lipstick, flat eyebrows, and trouser legs pulled tighter than ice silk sleeves, eyes full of envy.

Everyone in the group was quite afraid that the person transferred from the experimental high school would not speak harshly to the head teacher, only she could do whatever she wanted.

"You know how to write by dictation, right?" Jing Zhuo rolled his eyes and listened to them gasp, "Find four students to write by dictation on the blackboard. The old rule is that you will be punished five times for making a wrong knowledge point for the entire unit."

When I returned to the office after class, almost all the teachers in the group had gone out to study, and there was almost no one in the room.He sat down, took out the results of the monthly exam in the class last time, and found out the wrong subjects and suspicious results for each student.

The red pen marked a dense paper on the report card, and what awaited these children was Jing Zhuo's stern warning or encouraging conversation.

In fact, he didn't need to be so concerned at all.

The job exchange is temporary, and the old lady is determined not to let him accompany her. He will definitely not stay here for a few days, and he may return to the experiment before the winter vacation.

Teachers may have various attitudes linked to their own interests, but he can't listen to that.

How can there be a saying about pro-students and other students?Sooner or later, I have to graduate, and sooner or later I have to send them away. Since I have accompanied them for a while, I have to correct them and try my best to give them a hand.

Not to mention how noble, Jing Zhuo has always felt that he is a very emotionless and indifferent person. He just stood on the podium and worked as a teacher for three years. He has never forgotten the oath of "shaping life and bearing the future" in the year of the university entrance examination for teaching qualifications.

With lowered eyes, expressionless, he drew a question mark on Cheng Xinran's last place, and Jing Zhuo turned the red pen.

The phone vibrated next to it, and it was a message from a cat head: Are you awake?

After recalling for a second, I couldn't remember who this was.

Immediately afterwards, Maotou sent another message: the wound was disinfected with iodophor once a day

The red pen fell to the table with a "snap".

Cheng...what's his name?Oh yes Cheng Luo.

Forget about his ups and downs, now Jing Zhuo's mind is full of the ups and downs of last night.

Huge embarrassment and shame|shame surged, he put down his phone and did not return.

After thinking about it, I picked it up again and said "at work".

Of course it's not about reporting whereabouts and sharing daily routines with his one-night stand.

The other party's "Are you up?" asked tactfully, and Jing Zhuo naturally replied tactfully—meaning, I'm awake, I didn't stay at your house, I'm good at getting together and going away, last night I'm far away from you this morning, and I don't want to get entangled.

The chat ended there, and there was no more text.

Jing Zhuo sighed, no matter how outrageous it was, this shot has been fired, and it's weird to keep the contact information.

Cheng Luo had been carefully avoiding the small wound on his leg last night on the bed. He had been disinfecting it and taking care of it in the past two days. He didn't intend to remove the stitches, and he wouldn't go to the county hospital's surgery again.

An hour later, WeChat was still quiet. He clicked on the profile picture of the puppet cat, and pressed delete without hesitation.

Just watched the dialog box disappear and heaved a sigh of relief, the phone vibrated.

"Hello." Jing Zhuo answered the call with the note that it was "Cheng Xinran's parents".

"Good morning, teacher. I'm really sorry..." Cheng Xinran's parents let him go again. There was a lot of noise and mixed mechanical sounds, so that the parent's original voice could not be heard clearly.

"It doesn't matter." Jing Zhuo is very Buddhist to Cheng Xinran's parents now, not angry, and even has no turmoil in his heart, "You can choose another time, there will always be someone you like 24 hours a day, seven days a week."

"I'm very sorry, teacher, I really can't get away here, it's too late and I'm afraid of disturbing..."

"If you are free and willing to talk to me, it's not impossible in the middle of the night." Jing Zhuo said.

"Another day", "Sorry", finally finalized on this Saturday afternoon.

After Jing Zhuo hung up the phone, he was puzzled. Is Cheng Xinran's brother a well-known male celebrity?

"Cub." At one o'clock in the middle of the night, Cheng Luo dragged his tired body and gently pushed open the door of his parents' house.

The lights in the living room were not turned on, and it was quiet, and the door of my parents' room was also closed.

The old couple has been going on and on these days, and it is very rare to be able to sleep at home at this point today. Their junior hospital is too busy.

"Cub?" The bear kid is quietly playing a monster, Cheng Luo knew that Cheng Xinran was up at this point, so he retreated into the room to watch ghost movies by himself.

Sure enough, there was a sudden gust of evil wind behind him: "Ah!"

"Scared your brother to death, so you should change to someone handsome." Cheng Luo helplessly looked at Cheng Xinran who suddenly appeared.This child has just learned how to make up, so he is very excited. He has to put on light makeup when he goes to bed at night.

Red mouth and white teeth, looking creepy at the thief without turning on the light.

"No need to change, my brother is the most handsome in the world." Cheng Xinran shook her head, patted her brother's shoulder vigorously, and thought for a while, "But you can consider my old class."

"Huh?" Cheng Luo turned on the light in the corridor, turned to point at her, "Don't tell the teacher..."

"Oh, I didn't—" Cheng Xinran yelled in a turbulent voice, "Our old class is dead, he treats me as my brother, and I immediately ran away from home."

Cheng Luo thought to himself that it's not like you haven't done this before, so he sighed: "Your old class also beat me on the phone, you can't do it..."

"I don't." Cheng Xinran interrupted him, lowered her tone with a raised tone, and lowered her head, "Don't let Lao Ban look for them."

Poor thing.Cheng Luo didn't force her, and he didn't persuade her any more: "Go back to the house and sleep, don't you go to work and school tomorrow?"

"After a while, how long has it been since you came home?" Cheng Xinran was still unhappy, and would torment her brother when she was unhappy, and her brother was the only one who was a bully at home, "Play games with me—"

"Just one round." Cheng Luo sighed.

The child is so sweet, Cheng Xinran jumped up immediately, went to the TV cabinet to get the game console lightly, fiddled with turning it on and asked, "I promised to go home last night, where did you go?"

"I..." Cheng Luo sneered a bit, "I picked up a cat last night."

A hapless drunk cat.

The hair is shiny and smooth, and it feels very good, and the sound is also very pleasant.

Cheng Luo cleared his throat.

"Ah?" Cheng Xinran turned her head in surprise, stared at him for a few seconds, then looked at his Ragdoll phone case with a look of disdain, "Your Chengmao doesn't allow it? Did you really pick it up? "

"No." Cheng Luo smiled, "The wild cat has been released."