Warm and respectful people

The laboratory on Saturday afternoon looks more leisurely than before, and after data entry is the stage of writing articles.

Jiang Chuan closed the computer and stretched a lot.

"Finally I can go home and sleep well."

Lin Qi slumped on the chair, pressed his sore and swollen shoulders with dull eyes, his face full of lovelessness.

Another boy in the laboratory was just cleaning the experimental equipment, he helped the frame on the bridge of his nose and said: "Thanks to the boss who accompanied us to do it some time ago, the progress is much faster. I thought the experiment would be done at the end of the year at the earliest." It’s over, the hard work is worth it now.”

A satisfied smile appeared on the boy's face.

The other two looked at him blankly.

Another good young man who was driven crazy by the lab boss.

When Jiang Chuan came out of the laboratory, it was the best time of dusk, and he couldn't help but feel happy. Then he remembered Xia Wen, whom he hadn't contacted for a long time. It happened to be this weekend, and he could ask her out to play tomorrow.

But when sliding to Xia Wen's contact information, Jiang Chuan hesitated again.

He had already been rejected for asking her out alone, and he continued to show that his emotional intelligence was not very high, so he decided to take a curve to save the country.

He first found Shen An'an who has always loved outdoor activities.

The other party responded quickly.

Jiang Chuan leaned against the window and exchanged pleasantries with her. After getting to the point, the other party's reply surprised him.

"Wen Wen's leg is injured and he can't go out."

After quickly finishing the chat, Jiang Chuan rubbed his chin with his mobile phone. He was a little disappointed at first, but soon showed a smug smile.

The girl is injured, isn't it a perfect opportunity!

He went to the supermarket to buy a snack, and bought a bouquet of roses at the flower shop by the way. Everything seemed to be the beginning of romance.

But why was it his own teacher who opened the door for him? ? ?

For a moment, Jiang Chuan thought he was knocking on the door of the school office or the laboratory.

The old corridors and the smell of rice from door to door at meal time reminded him that all of this is real.

His body was stiff, his pupils dilated, and his soul almost ascended to heaven in place.His teacher is as interested in Xia Wen as he is, he knows this, but aren't the two on the same starting line?Even because of his age and character, he still has a little advantage.

Especially when it comes to gender.

But who can tell him why his teacher has entered the classroom.

He also said to him as the master: "Dinner is ready, let's eat together."

What nonsense is this!

So these days when he was doing experiments, what did the teacher do?

No, aren't they doing experiments together every day and night these days?

When Xia Wen pushed the wheelchair over, she was also a little stunned. She thought it was an aunt who liked to chatter, but in the end, a more troublesome one came.

When Shen Xueyu passed by her, her expression was calm, as if the person standing outside the door was no different from a stranger delivering food.

Xia Wen couldn't help but tugged at the corner of her blouse, raised her head and asked softly, "Isn't this your student?"

Why are you not embarrassed at all?That's what she meant.

Shen Xueyu hummed, and nodded casually: "So, I called him in to have dinner together."

Ok?

Ah!

have a meal together? ? ?

Xia Wen scratched his numb scalp, with a bitter face, he smiled unnaturally at the one who was still standing by the door: "Then come in."

then?

Jiang Chuan was stung by these two words, it seemed that Xia Wen let him in because of Shen Xueyu's invitation.And he clearly saw two people whispering just now.

He suddenly felt that the red rose in his hand was too ironic.

When Jiang Chuan put the things in his hands on the coffee table, Xia Wen started to use the old sayings of the adults during the Chinese New Year.

"Here you are, what else do you bring?"

After finishing speaking, Xia Wen licked her lips dryly, and she felt that the air was more solidified.

She invited Jiang Chuan to sit at the table: "Please sit down quickly, it's better to come early than to come early, today is just a chance to try your teacher's cooking skills."

As soon as the words fell, Xia Wen could see with the naked eye that the flesh on Jiang Chuan's face twitched.

She felt that it might not be suitable for her to speak today. She retracted her twisted chin, straightened her body, and quietly put her hands on her knees.

Obediently looking ahead.

Shen Xueyu is the most natural person in the whole room. The sound and aroma of vegetables being stir-fried can be heard from the kitchen, and the spatula clinks against the white porcelain bowl a few times, and one can feel the smooth flow of the cook's movements.

She brought the finished dishes to the table, the emerald green cabbage heart, the mellow sauced meat, the appearance is very good.

This restaurant is like the thousands of households outside the window at this moment, full of the beauty of real life.

However, the faces of the people sitting at the table were ashen.

Xia Wen gave Jiang Chuan a cup of boiled water: "There is no tea at home, don't be disgusted."

Jiang Chuan didn't move his body, his eyes wandered over the faces of Shui and Xia Wen, and then nodded dully: "Thank you."

It seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time. The word "thank you" was a bit stuck. After he finished speaking, Jiang Chuan recovered from the severe trauma. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Shen Xueyu pull away a chair opposite, bent down, and hugged Xia Wen from the wheelchair to the chair by the waist.

There is no language communication between the two, and the movements are still very natural.

Jiang Chuan closed his open mouth, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

He is tired, destroy it.

Shen Xueyu brought bowls and chopsticks to the two sitting people, and then he pulled away the chair next to Xia Wen and sat down.

There are three seats on each side of the rectangular dining table. Looking at the two people opposite, Jiang Chuan felt as if he had visited the new home of the newlyweds.

Shen Xueyu scooped up a spoonful of soup for each of them.

When handing it to Jiang Chuan, she asked, "Has the data been recorded?"

Jiang Chuan took the soup bowl with both hands and nodded: "The three of us checked each one."

Shen Xueyu nodded: "When the group meeting is held next Monday, you will talk about your own ideas and how to write the article. The two of them have no experience. This time, you will mainly write it."

Jiang Chuan: "Understood." When speaking, he put all the bowls and chopsticks together, listened carefully, and answered seriously.

Xia Wen couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about about the laboratory at the dining table. One of them didn't pay attention, and the soup spoon fell into the bowl, and the hot soup splashed on her arm.

Ouch softly.

Shen Xueyu didn't even roll her eyelids, she took out a tissue to wipe Xia Wen's arms while talking, and wiped off the oil stains on her mouth by the way.

Xia Wen turned her head, wrinkled her face and snatched the tissue from Shen Xueyu's hand: "I'll do it myself."

The chopsticks that Jiang Chuan had just picked up fell to the table with a thud.

Both of them turned their heads to look at him, a little puzzled.

Jiang Chuan hurriedly picked up the chopsticks, lowered his head to adjust his expression, coughed a few times, and hesitated for a few seconds.

He still asked, "Teacher and Xia Wen, did you know each other before?" Before, he only knew that Xia Wen and Shen Xueyu's sister had a good relationship, but he didn't know that the relationship between the two was so good.

Shen Xueyu glanced at him, not surprised by this question.

The dish in front of her was still slightly steaming, so she put a piece of fish on Xia Wen's plate.

She asked Xia Wen with a half smile: "Do we know each other?"

"..."

Xia Wen glanced at the tender white fish meat, then Shen Xueyu's face with a bland smile, and then Jiang Chuan's curious face.

She felt that she was really too retrograde these days, even if her ankle was sprained, she unexpectedly met these two people at the same time.

The worst thing is Shen Xueyu, is she digging a hole for herself?

She swallowed her saliva, rubbed her index finger against the tip of her nose, and laughed a few times: "I know, of course I know."

This invalid answer also sounds perfunctory.

Jiang Chuan was clearly dissatisfied: "Then... what's the relationship?" He felt that his words should be very clear.

Although the answer seemed easy to guess, he still wanted to confirm it.Probably not to cry without seeing the coffin.

Xia Wen suddenly remembered the conversation with Shen Xueyu in the afternoon.

——If Auntie asks what is our relationship again, how would you answer?

Now it's just a matter of changing the person asking the question.

Xia Wen could have had other answers. For example, her best friend's sister later became her own sister. Although the other party might not believe her, she didn't need Jiang Chuan's letter.

But people are sometimes very strange, as if they have been brainwashed, or have a preconceived idea in their brains. When the question appears, it seems a bit troublesome to bypass the answer.

A string that Xia Wen had been tense suddenly loosened.The world that had been stagnant due to embarrassment and tension became active again.

The white aroma of fish soup rose slowly in front of him.

The chopsticks in her hand picked up the cold fish on the plate, and said, "Your teacher is my ex-girlfriend."

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It was Shen Xueyu who sent Jiang Chuan out after dinner.

Xia Wen was carried to the sofa, and Shen Xueyu returned to the dining table and continued to clean up the evening dishes.

A row of metal lamps hung low on the dining table. When Shen Xueyu was standing, the lights shone on her shoulders and back.

She cleaned up very quickly, and she also paid attention to sorting the wet and dry. She tied a knot in the last two garbage bags and put them by the door.

"Take it down and throw it away when I leave."

Xia Wen's knees were covered with a blanket, and the evening wind on the balcony blew in along with the moonlight, and a strange feeling swayed in her heart.

After Shen Xueyu filled the bathtub with water, she came over, ready to hug her.

Xia Wen pulled the blanket higher up on himself: "Don't move, I will do it myself."

A vulgar idol drama was playing on the TV, and the silly white and sweet female lead slapped the male lead viciously, wrapped herself tightly in a snow-white sheet, and yelled: "You big rascal."

Shen Xueyu stretched out her arm to take the remote control, and turned it off directly: "If you watch too much, your brain will become stupid."

Then she tore off Xia Wen's blanket, helped her onto the wheelchair, and pushed her into the bathroom. The towels and clothes were all ready. When she was about to close the door and go out, Xia Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Xueyu turned her head again, her fingers holding the doorknob were thin and slender, she looked at Xia Wen from top to bottom: "What are you nervous about?"

No matter what the reasons were for the two people before, the fact is there, and they are both willing.

Xia Wen's original sense of incompatibility suddenly disappeared.

When he came out of the shower, Xia Wen felt like breaking the can.

She sat on the bed with one leg stiff and wiped her hair. Shen Xueyu brought a hair dryer from the bathroom, found a socket on the wall and plugged it in. She pressed the switch and blew on her palms for a while. The hot air made her palms feel slightly hot. .

Xia Wen's pajamas are a bit old, with a big neckline, and most of her shoulders are exposed when she slant it over.

It was blindingly white under the light.

Shen Xueyu narrowed the light in her eyes, and stood next to Xia Wen to blow her wet hair.

Xia Wen didn't resist, and Shen Xueyu's fingers shuttled through her hair with very little force and gentleness.

Sometimes the hot air leaks into the clothes from the neck, and the whole person becomes lazy.

Xia Wen shook her healthy foot. Amid the roar of the hair dryer, she closed her eyes and said, "Aren't you happy today?"

Shen Xueyu, who was seriously blowing her hair, asked indifferently, "Why are you happy?"

"I'm glad I told you that you are my ex-girlfriend in front of your students."

After the blowing was almost done, Shen Xueyu turned off the hair dryer, lowered her head and combed Xia Wen's hair with her hands, and spoke after a while.

"I'd be happier if you were talking about girlfriends and not ex-girlfriends."

The author has something to say: Not only was he abused by his teacher academically, but he was also abused by his teacher when he was in love... What a tragedy