This love can be found

The teacher and I carefully maintain a strong father-son relationship, our eyes are full of each other, the kiss at night is the teacher's last line of defense and bottom line, I can't move forward, but I have been satisfied from it, I am not What a greedy person.The teacher is cheerful all day long.From time to time, I talk on the phone with my godmother and Xiaogang. If I am present, the teacher will pass the microphone to me and let me talk to my godmother and Xiaogang. I feel that I have fully integrated into the teacher's family. .

One day after school at noon, I hurried home and saw the teacher was still busy in the kitchen.The teacher was wearing a bib and standing beside the gas stove cooking vegetables, leaving me with a wide back and strong buttocks.I suddenly had the desire to hug the teacher.I put down the newspaper and approached the teacher quietly. The roar of the range hood and the powerful impact of the pot and the shovel made the teacher not aware that I was behind him. Hehe, the teacher is too involved in cooking.I reached out and hugged the teacher's strong waist and abdomen tightly, and pressed my head tightly on the teacher's back, enjoying the father's love with a strong manly breath in the teacher's body temperature.

"Is it sweet? After school, why are you hugging the teacher so tightly? Such a teacher is not easy to cook. What's the fun? Come and listen!" The teacher turned to look at me with a smile, and I took the opportunity to meet her. The teacher pecked.The teacher was not angry, but still smiled and said: "It's getting more and more outrageous, ha ha!"

"Teacher, the "Annoying Night Breeze" I contributed to the school newspaper has been published again. Would you like me to recite it to you?" The school runs a school newspaper and publishes it regularly, requiring each class to submit manuscripts on a regular basis. The extra points for this class will be directly credited to the class's score for the civilized class of the month.The teacher entrusted me with the submission of manuscripts and asked me to organize people to write manuscripts, and I naturally took the lead in writing manuscripts. This is the third article I have published.Today, when the communication room sent the school newspaper to our class for me to post, I saw mine again, and I was ecstatic. This proved that my writing ability was improving, and my classmates congratulated me one after another, which made me very happy .As soon as school was over, I grabbed a newspaper and wanted to convey the joy to the teacher as soon as possible!

"So soft, so soft night wind/urging you/to come to me/dimly/by you/moved in my heart, so bright and so bright moonlight/asking you/leaning by my window/clearly The ground/was disturbed/disturbed by you into a sleepless heart/stolen by you/my empty/yet--willingly annoying night wind/can you use the magic arrow/in this quiet night of early winter/to nail you and me/together /Wear it in one place/Let the flames of love burn to the sky!" The teacher started to recite with emotion, and the words were not bad. It turns out that the teacher read the newspaper before me, and he memorized all the poems. The teacher has a good memory. ah! "You're right, you're in love, you're very emotional, and you wrote it for that girl?" The teacher held the dish in his right hand, and scraped the bridge of my nose with his left hand.

"I wrote it for you!" I said firmly, so that the teacher couldn't hear the slightest hint of a joke.

"Write it for me? You're messing around, you won't grow up, hehe, let's eat!" The teacher put the dishes on the table with a smile, and the teacher smiled brightly.There are six dishes neatly placed on the table, two more than usual, is it for me to celebrate?

The teacher didn't continue to involve me with the girl, just a nonsense, which seemed to be a kind of tolerance, which made me very happy, and I couldn't help but glanced at the smiling teacher again.

The teacher avoided my scorching gaze, but the joy from his heart seemed a little unbearable. I was still listening to him humming a song when he came to the kitchen with the dishes just now!Is it because I write poems for him?However, he said: "I am happy, and so is the teacher! My title of associate professor is about to take shape."

"That's good, congratulations. It's so fast. Didn't you still lose points in the last school year?" I was very happy, happy that the teacher was about to be promoted, but I felt a little bit disappointed in my heart.

"Yes, the competition is too fierce. I was only 3 points short last year. Now I am taking your class, and the students are so competitive. They have won many competitions for the class and won three honors in the civilized class. You can give me extra points for my title evaluation. All qualified students in the school will count their points, and I will be ranked first. If this continues, if you win me some names in the activities, no one will get more points. Pass me. I will be the next semester's promotion to associate professor. Do you think I should be happy? I am full of joy of success!"

"Teacher, you are the best!" I sincerely admire the teacher's ability to work.

"Ke Xin is also the best. You and He Liang have helped me a lot, especially you, who have published class magazines, written manuscripts, and won championships in sports games. Teachers will get extra points for these when evaluating titles! The teacher wants Reward my great hero! Come on, eat more food, strengthen nutrition, grow more meat, now it is no longer skinny and hearty, it feels very good to the touch!"

"Teacher——" I was a little shy to tell what happened at night during the day, so I hooked my head to eat.The teacher took the opportunity to pick up a lot of dishes for me.

"Stop talking, raise your head to eat, and see how ashamed you are." The teacher seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed it back with the meal.

"Well, thank you teacher!"

"Oh, one more thing, New Year's Day is coming, how is your solo practice? Is it Yu Junjian's "Flower Paper Umbrella"? This song is very nice, when will you sing it to the teacher first?" Listen." The teacher leads the class well and pays attention to training the students' abilities. The programs participating in the school's cultural performances are organized and arranged by the monitor He Liang, me and the cultural committee member Liang Wen. He only occasionally asks about the progress.

"Okay, I will sing during our rehearsal at noon every day." I have a good voice. After practicing for so long, my classmates have rapped and sung very well. I wish the teacher could come and listen.

"Well, our Kexin's song must be sweet and moving!" The teacher praised me while helping me clean up the dishes.

"Teacher, I'm a boy, and my singing can't be described as sweet!" I carried the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.

"Oh, yes, the wording is inappropriate, hehe, it should be loud and high-pitched." The teacher said while putting the leftovers in the refrigerator.

"It's not that good, teacher!" I thought the teacher praised me too much!