Guilty: Murder of his lover

In recent weeks, Tong Yao's work has been in chaos.

There were text messages from unfamiliar numbers on the mobile phone, and they scolded him without exception.He blocked at least a dozen unfamiliar phone numbers, but there are still new calls coming in every day.

He didn't want to answer the phone, but he was also complained about missing calls from some parents.The headmaster talked to him several times, all about giving answers to those parents.Although the principal didn't repeat what the parents had said to him, he could see that the principal was holding on because of his affairs.

The attitude of other colleagues towards him also became ambiguous. Gradually, everyone seemed to avoid him and became polite and indifferent.

In just one week, the atmosphere in the office has been turned upside down.

Of course, it was the children who responded the most. In his class, some children began to say words such as "kiss" and "fucking" aloud.He spoke out to stop them, but those children were still laughing and laughing, and didn't listen to dissuasion at all.He wanted to ask the head teacher for help, but the older head teacher had evasive eyes, flickering words, and was unwilling to help manage order.

With heavy steps, Tong Yao walked towards the classroom of Class [-].At the door of the classroom of Class [-], there were still a few naughty children who did not enter the classroom.

"Wow! The gay is here!"

Seeing him, the children outside the door yelled and ran back to the classroom.

Take a hit.Tong Yao felt uncomfortable for a while, but she tidied up her emotions and walked in.

In the classroom, a group of children were still fighting.Even the well-behaved children on weekdays are making noise.

Tong Yao had no choice but to raise the volume to make them quiet.

"Ma Xiaojun, what are you doing? It's class time, hurry back to your seat."

Seeing Ma Xiaojun still shooting basketball in the back row of the classroom, Tong Yao couldn't help shouting.The basketball he gave Ma Xiaojun was probably new.The kid loves basketball, but doesn't like gays, nor does he.

Ma Xiaojun pouted, and slowly returned to his seat.

The classroom finally quieted down.

He opened the lesson plan and began to teach today's new text "Thunder".

Lightning flashed rapidly across the sky, and thunder came.

"Teacher! My mother said that two men who started a foundation together would be struck by lightning! Teacher, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

The naughty boy in the back row of the classroom yelled loudly, and the whole class burst into laughter.

Tong Yao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Will I be struck by lightning? But teacher, I have lived for so many years and have never been struck by lightning! Well, don't say anything that has nothing to do with the classroom, let's write new words silently!" "

He changed the subject jokingly.

Wu Xuehao played with her mobile phone with her head down as usual, but she still didn't participate in the dictation of new words.

After the break, Tong Yao saw an extra box of colored pencils on the podium, and he was stunned for a moment. It was rewarded to Wang Meimei by him before.He looked at Wang Meimei's seat. Wang Meimei lowered her head and drew on the white paper. She drew charcoal-black arcs, like black bridges and black rainbows.

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"What's going on with you recently, all kinds of messy manuscripts have been sent over, with messy logic and typos, don't you want to write? If you don't want to write, tell me earlier, magazines don't support writers like you! My hand There are other people's books to take care of, so don't send all the garbage manuscripts!"

The editor's words were very ugly. After Xing Zhou apologized, he picked up the glass and started to install the windows.

Every day, the windows at home were either broken in the bedroom or in the living room. He simply went to the town to buy a pile of glass and piled it up at home. When someone smashed it, he reinstalled it himself.

At first, Tong Yao didn't know about the smashed glass, because it was usually in the middle of the night. Until one morning, a stone flew into the bedroom and woke up Tong Yao, who was about to get up early, and Tong Yao suggested to call the police.Xing Zhou told him that there is no need to call the police for such a trivial matter.

In fact, he had already called the police long before Tong Yao suggested it, but it was of no use.The police asked him if anyone was injured, he replied no, and the police asked him if he knew who smashed it, he replied no.So the police told him that since no one was hurt and they didn't know who the vandal was, there was nothing the police could do.

How could it be this time?He couldn't figure it out.

hiss……

A tingling pain came from the palm of the right hand.

Xing Zhou looked down and saw that his palm was cut by the edge of the glass, blood stained the glass and dripped from his hand to the ground.

He sighed, got up and went to find the medicine box.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door suddenly.

It can't be Tong Yao, he has his own key, even if he forgets to bring the key, he will only shout at the door and call him to open the door.It won't be Li Hejia either, if she wants to come to eat, she will let her know in advance, or she will wait directly at the gate downstairs instead of coming directly upstairs.

who can that be?

Xing Zhou didn't care about bandaging the wound on his hand, returned to the living room and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a girl with rosy complexion. He frowned slightly. The girl in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who she was. He just thought he had seen it somewhere.

"Who are you looking for?" Xing Zhou couldn't help frowning and asked when the other party stood outside the door and hesitated for a long time.

"Is it Teacher Xing Zhou?" The other party blushed, and her voice was so low that one would think she hadn't spoken.

Xing Zhou nodded: "I'm Xing Zhou, but I'm not a teacher. Who are you?"

"I'm Auntie Chen's daughter, Erya Chen? Don't you remember me? We had dinner together." The other party was surprised by his reaction, and his black eyes widened.

Xing Zhou immediately remembered that it was the blind date introduced to Tong Yao.

He nodded and said, "I remember, it's you. But what do you want us to do?"

"Is that teacher Tong Yao not here?" Chen Erya said and poked her head into the living room.

Xing Zhou was a little disgusted, but because he was the landlord's daughter, he replied: "He has gone to class, what do you want?"

"Ah...that..." The other party began to falter again.

Seeing the other party's coddling, Xing Zhou felt a sense of irritability in his heart.He still has to install the smashed glass. If Tong Yao comes back and sees the window smashed again, he should be worried again.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me. Tong Yao is not here, so it's the same with me." Xing Zhou said patiently.

"Hey, your hand is hurt!" Chen Erya exclaimed, and immediately wanted to grab his hand.

Xing Zhou turned sideways and said: "A little injury is not a problem, you should talk about your affairs."

"Hey? Is this okay? Is your hand bleeding?" Chen Erya stared at his hand, still unwilling to let go.

Xing Zhou just felt annoyed. He was afraid of being discovered, so he kept hiding his hands behind his back, but he was accidentally discovered.

"I'm fine, what's the matter with you?" Xing Zhou asked impatiently.

"I'm fine..." Seeing that he was suddenly angry, the other party immediately lowered his voice, "I saw...the photo of you and Mr. Tong, is that real?"

Xing Zhou stared into her eyes with an indifferent expression, and after a while he said, "It's true, what's wrong?"

"Really...no, nothing..." The other party ran downstairs as if giving up.

Distraught, Xing Zhou closed the door, pulled the gauze around his bleeding palm, and began to reinstall the window glass.

What is the relationship between him and Tong Yao?Why do you have to meddle in your own business?

Is it because human beings are very idle that they breed all kinds of curiosity?Wouldn't it be better if Tong Yao resigned immediately and the two of them moved immediately?Maybe we should move now.

Xing Zhou's hand was very strong, and after a while, bright red marks appeared on the gauze in the palm of his hand.

Indeed, he should move immediately. A few days later, Xing Zhou paid a huge price for his failure to make an immediate judgment.

Tong Yao dragged his exhausted body back home, just as Xing Zhou came out of the kitchen with dishes.

"Wash your hands and eat. I made your favorite tofu ball soup today." Xing Zhou said while filling the rice.

Tong Yao stared at the soup bowl on the table: "Did you go grocery shopping today?"

He knew that it was a bit difficult for them to even buy food now.Those vegetable farmers are all from the town, and everyone knows the new teacher Tong from Xishan Primary School, and knows that Teacher Tong's good friend is a writer.

But since the photos were exposed, those vegetable farmers stopped selling vegetables to him, and he returned empty-handed several times.When Xing Zhou bought vegetables, he must have gone to a place where no one knew them well.

Xing Zhou said: "Yes, what do you want to eat tomorrow, I will buy it."

Tong Yao walked into the kitchen to wash her hands with a troubled face and said, "Let me think about it."

Xing Zhou shook his head with a smile, put the chopsticks on the table, and took an empty bowl of soup and put it away.

"Wow, it's really delicious! Lao Xing, your cooking skills are getting better and better!" Tong Yao finished the bowl in one gulp.

Suddenly he saw that Xing Zhou's right hand holding the chopsticks was wrapped with several circles of gauze.

He immediately frowned, grabbed Xing Zhou's hand and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

Xing Zhou talked and smiled: "I accidentally cut vegetables."

"Are you left-handed, can you still cut vegetables with your left hand?" Tong Yao frowned even deeper.

"Are you stupid? How could it be that you cut vegetables with your left hand? When I was washing the kitchen knife, I accidentally caught it, and that's it." Xing Zhou quietly withdrew his hand, pointed to the vegetables on the table and continued. , "Hurry up and eat, have you figured out what to eat tomorrow?"

Tong Yao was still frowning: "Has it been disinfected?"

"What are you worried about? It must be disinfected. I don't even have this kind of common sense?"

"Then be careful in the future, how can you write a manuscript if you hurt your hand..."

"Don't worry, I use my fingers to write the manuscript, not the palm, so it won't be affected." Xing Zhou picked up a chopstick of green bamboo shoots for Tong Yao and said, "Don't you think this is good?"

Tong Yao nodded: "Tomorrow I will have fish head tofu soup, and I want more tofu."

"Okay, I'll make it for you tomorrow."

Although it was the same as usual, the atmosphere was still a bit dignified, and both of them understood the reason.

This time they became the target of public criticism.

The two ate in silence, and could not hear anything except chewing and breathing.

Suddenly, Tong Yao's cell phone rang.

The two subconsciously looked at the mobile phone on the table.Tong Yao put down the bowl and chopsticks to get the phone.

Xing Zhou, who was originally calm, blurted out: "Don't answer!"

His voice was a little hurried, and Tong Yao was stunned for a moment.