out of plain sight

01

The 12-year-old Chen Moting unloaded the schoolbag on his shoulders, took out the textbooks and homework books, squeezed away the children who were neatly arranged at the desk and were busy doing their homework, and slammed them on the desk.

There was a sound of moving a stool.

"Chen Moting," a voice said timidly, "The director asked you to go to the office."

Chen Moting's expressionless face immediately showed great impatience, he took off the thumbtack pierced on his earlobe and put it in his pocket, took a deep breath and walked out of the dormitory.

The air conditioner in the director's office was turned on very high, which cut off the stuffy outside air, and it was even a little cold.Chen Moting closed the door behind his back, stood on the shiny and smooth floor with his hands behind his back, and pursed his lips so that his complexion didn't look so bad.

The director kept his eyes on the computer, sucked his lips to blow away the floating tea stems, and took a sip: "You're called a parent again, you."

Chen Moting was looking at the stranger who was sitting opposite the director with a half-smiling smile, that person didn't avoid his gaze, and he didn't avoid that person either, the two just looked at each other like that.

The director was bombed while playing minesweeper, closed the window angrily, turned around and looked at him: "I'm talking to you."

"Why?" Chen Moting frowned and sniffed, "I didn't do anything."

"yourself……"

"My grades are pretty good!" Chen Moting's eyes were red, tears came down, he rubbed his eyes and sobbed loudly, "What's wrong! What's wrong!"

"Okay, okay, okay." The director rolled his eyes, "It doesn't mean that there is something wrong with calling the parents. The head teacher didn't say anything, how do I know?"

Chen Moting twisted his nose, lowered his head and shoulders and shrugged silently.

"What happened to your ears?"

This voice was decades younger than the director's. Chen Moting's ears twitched, and his molars were ground into a "creak" sound: "Senior students..."

The director sneered: "Don't pay attention to him."

The stranger raised his eyebrows: "Oh, good."

"Go back." The director sighed harshly, "Let Chen Suguan accompany you to school tomorrow."

Chen Moting wiped his eyes and turned around. Before closing the door, he didn't forget to choke up twice. He turned and walked into the staff bathroom to wash off his nose and tears: "Mind your own business."

"Okay, it's this annoying kid who has a lot of moths. The school talks to the guardian every day to keep you running down your legs." The director started a new minesweeping game. I walked through it once, but the adoptive mother was pregnant, and she spent money to entrust her relationship to send it back. Too bad luck."

Chen Shuwei didn't know whether he was talking about the poor luck of the orphanage or the child's bad luck, so he responded, "It's a little bit."

"I'll introduce you to the children on the third floor on Saturday." The director said, "It's hard work for the resident supervisors. You have to be mentally prepared."

"It's okay, I have to thank the courtyard for helping me solve the accommodation problem."

The director obviously wanted to play with the computer for a while, so Chen Shuwei left him alone in the office under the pretext that the dormitory hadn't been cleaned up, and went down to the third floor to introduce himself from dormitory to dormitory.

The former accountant of the orphanage was reported for corruption, and the originally humble organization became a key target of supervision in the city. The position of accountant suddenly ran out of money, and no one left. .Although Chen Shuwei is only a fresh graduate majoring in accounting, he has more contacts than ordinary people, so he played a little cleverness to take advantage of the situation.

He was poor and white, and he agreed to work part-time as a resident teacher in order to save a sum of rent, and suddenly became "Chen Suguan".

Chen Shuwei visited two or three dormitories. The children were of different ages, but they could all be seen to be timid, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and his friendly face almost stiffened.When it came to the fourth dormitory, the atmosphere of fear was particularly strong. He was tall, and he saw a short boy with his head bowed and huddled in the back. Relying on his long arms and legs, he rubbed his head and asked, "What are you doing?" What is your name?"

"Chen Moting."

It was him that Chen Shuwei was looking for: "Chen Moting, right? Come on, come out and I'll tell you something."

Chen Moting was dissatisfied and unwilling to follow behind him, glancing at the roommates who were whispering, the latter immediately shut up.

Chen Shuwei took him to his dormitory, squatted in front of him and looked up at his red and swollen ears, a small round hole was oozing blood.

"What happened to the ears?"

Chen Moting pursed his lips: "Seniors, bully me."

"Continue." Chen Shuwei held the watch in front of his eyes, "I think you can cry in a few seconds."

As he was speaking, Chen Moting's tears fell on the back of his hands "papa papa", but with tears in his eyes, he asked angrily, "Are you finished?"

"Well, do you have an opinion?"

Chen Moting pressed the thumbtack he had hidden in his pocket to his ear again: "The dog takes the mouse."

Chen Shuwei grabbed him: "Where did you get this thumbtack?"

"I got it from the teacher's office, what's the matter?" Chen Moting kicked his feet on the ground, his body was at a [-]-degree angle to the ground, and he used his body weight to counter Chen Shuwei's arm strength, "Let go."

Chen Shuwei immediately let go, Chen Moting stepped back a few steps and stopped.

"Good skill." Chen Shuwei walked over in two steps and took the pushpin off the earlobe of Chen Moting, who was just in shock, and looked at the light, the tip of the needle was brand new and shiny without any rust.

He pulled out a box from the bottom of the bed, dug out alcohol and cotton swabs and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully disinfecting the needle tip: "Come here."

Just as Chen Moting was about to take back the thumbtack from his open palm, Chen Shuwei curled his fingers and pointed to the disinfectant on the table with his chin: "If you don't want to get pus and inflammation, wipe your ears yourself."

Boss Chen Moting stiffened his neck reluctantly, and wiped his ears with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol.

"You pressed it yourself?"

"Ah."

"What kind of earrings do you want?"

"what?"

"Earrings." Chen Shuwei gestured at his earlobes, "Put them on the ears."

"Aren't those earrings?" Chen Moting wiped off a lot of blood stains and grinned in disgust, "Where do you throw it?"

Chen Shuwei took out the trash can from under the bed and threw it at his feet: "Why did you pierce your ears?"

"Can you handle it?"

Chen Shuwei patted him on the head: "Speak well."

"You can't control it."

The rhetorical question has been changed into a declarative sentence, and the tone has indeed improved a bit, which is quite useful in elementary school Chinese.Chen Shuwei was amused, took his arm and pulled it closer, inspected his arm and wrist, but found no scars of masochism: "Let's go."

Chen Moting gave him a hard look, snatched the thumbtack from his hand and left angrily.

Chen Shuwei was kind enough to be treated like a donkey, but he didn't have a temper. He felt that if he had experienced what this child had experienced, his personality would be even worse.

He lay on the bed with his arms under his head and had nothing to do for a while, then took out his mobile phone and sent a text message: Screw, are you going to play at night?

Over there: After the meeting, play.

After a while, I returned: Dashu, where have you been recently?

Another one came in less than 2 minutes: See you at the old place at ten o'clock.

In fact, Chen Shuwei regretted it after he sent the first text message: He was a little tired today after he moved into the orphanage. The screws are pure zero, the sensitivity is good, the face is good-looking and the sound is nice, and it is comfortable to press, but it is useless to let him move by himself. Skill.Chen Shuwei had already foreseen the ending of being squeezed dry but not happy.

But he is still very moral, since he took the initiative to speak, and the other party is so active and enthusiastic, it is not good not to go.

The "Old Place" is a small hotel. When Chen Shuwei knew about it, it was already a place frequented by comrades.The proprietress, the proprietress, looks like an ordinary middle-aged couple, with two pairs of plateau reds in uniform, revealing an authentic traditional simplicity, but treats the comrades who come to open the house equally, without any surprise or disdain.

Luo Luo's riding was really boring, Chen Shuwei had no choice but to throw away his exhaustion and turn over to hold him down, and finished the work quickly with the groaning of the next door, but the next door stopped as if he was competing with him for being faster.

Chen Shuwei stared at Luo Luo with big eyes and small eyes, kissed him and said that I was gone, I was not in the mood today, and made an appointment another day.

He got dressed and went out, and the door next door opened.Chen Shuwei saw one of them in a neat suit at a glance, but the image of the other was a bit unsightly: he was full of fat, wearing brightly colored beach pants, and even touched the man's buttocks with one hand, and was slapped off severely.

You got scammed in the chat room.Chen Shuwei gloated in his heart, staring at the butt of the man in the suit and followed behind the two of them.

The man in the suit suddenly patted his pocket, turned around and walked across to Chen Shuwei.

Both of them were taken aback at the same time, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The man in the suit went back to the room to look for something, but Chen Shuwei squeezed in through the crack of the door and closed the door behind his back.

Chen Shuwei asked, "One?"

The man in the suit nodded, and the two kissed without saying a word.

"It's broken, the cover is used up." Chen Shuwei rested his chin on his shoulder and said so, holding his hands tightly, still rubbing his crotch against someone.

"It's okay." The other party gasped, "I was zero just now."

"That too..."

Before Chen Shuwei could finish speaking, he accidentally fell on the bed and tripped the other party when he stretched out his legs.The man put his arms on his sides, stared into his eyes and gasped: "Yes, it's not the problem."

The two of them panted nose-to-nose for a long time, but they still didn't dare to take the risk.

"I'm A Jian." The man in the suit rolled over and sat beside him, "What's your name?"

"Big tree."

"Hello."

Chen Shuwei stared at his outstretched hand, and shook it: "Hello."

"Can you give me your phone number?"

Chen Shuwei took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "Tell me about you."

After exchanging mobile phone numbers, the two stared at each other's crotch bulge to estimate the size.

"Otherwise I'll go to the boss and ask for one?"

"I'm not worried about the quality." Chen Shuwei cleared his throat and got out of bed with dry mouth, "Forget it, another day, today is not a good day."

"It's a good thing I met you." A Jian looked at him with a smile, "otherwise today's ending would be terrible."

Chen Shu looked down at his face slightly, reached out and hooked his chin: "Each to each other."

The layout of the room was small, so Chen Shuwei walked to the door in one step, turned the doorknob halfway, turned around and said, "My full name is Chen Shuwei, Erdong Chen, the micro of calculus."

A Jian was taken aback, raised a finger to tell him to wait, took out a business card from the inner pocket of his suit, the text was facing Chen Shuwei, and handed it with both hands: "I am Ling Jian."

"This is a bit out of line." Chen Shuwei pushed back without even looking at it, "Exchanging real names is the limit, Comrade Ling Jian."

"……Yes."

Ling Jian has also been in the circle for so many years, and he is cautious when he comes out to open a room. This time, he didn't even change his clothes. He ran out after listening to the other party's one-sided words in the chat room. It was purely held back to the limit.Just now the fat man was extremely poor from appearance to stamina, he not only failed to vent his anger, but also intensified the fire, and finally met a handsome and promising Chen Shuwei, so naturally he couldn't hold it back.

Chen Shuwei was regretting telling him his name without knowing the depth, but he didn't expect that the other party was more reckless than himself, and he felt a sense of superiority in IQ, so he smiled and opened the door to go out.

He went to the street to light a cigarette, and strolled leisurely towards the orphanage.

"Ling Jian."

Chen Shuwei repeated the name he had just harvested in a low voice, and raised the corners of his mouth.Wearing a suit and leather shoes with a gentleman's face, but exuding the obscene smell of just having sex, no one can resist such a temptation.

An affair like this doesn't happen every day, and it's finally a rewarding day.

02

The guardian Fang Zhen, the homeroom teacher, met last time was the former accountant of the orphanage. As a result, during a summer vacation, the rich woman in her 40s turned into a young man in his early 20s. His status as the chief commander in the office was endangered as soon as he appeared on the stage. When signs of inferiority emerge, the attitude becomes extraordinarily arrogant.

"You go back to class."

As soon as Chen Moting stepped into the office, he put on an obedient and obedient face. Hearing what Fang Zhen said, he raised his head and said to Chen Shuwei: "Housekeeper, I'm going to class."

Chen Shuwei accompanied him in acting, rubbing his hair with a smile: "Go, go."

His fatherly demeanor is impeccable, but in Fang Zhen's eyes, at the age of 24, he is only half a child, and it is funny to see: "Are you his guardian?"

Chen Shuwei dragged a stool and sat down familiarly: "Well, appointed by the orphanage."

Fang Zhen snorted: "Irresponsible."

Chen Shu pretended not to hear.

"Chen Moting has a lot of problems." Fang Zhen tapped on the table with the pen in his hand, "How many days has school started? There have been four games. I have been teaching for so many years, and I have never seen such a violent student."

"Yeah." Chen Shu nodded slightly, "Why did he fight?"

"If you don't agree with each other, you will fight." Fang Zhen said, "You will turn your face as soon as you talk. There is no sign at all. You can ask who else in the class dares to talk to him. If you don't know, you may think that he is isolated."

"He's a little guy, even if he fights, he will be the one who suffers." Chen Shuwei said, "Is he alone or isolated, is Teacher Fang sure?"

Fang Zhen tapped his pen: "What do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

Fang Zhen stared at him for a long time, but Chen Shuwei's eyes were full of needles, and he felt uncomfortable all over: "You are the guardian, and I don't blame you for being blinded by appearances. This child has always beaten others, and he cried so much. As if the whole world wronged him, I only said it was his fault after careful investigation."

Chen Shuwei has also seen Chen Moting's ability to cry when he says he wants to cry: "Then can you tell me, what did he hear before making a move?"

"One time, my deskmate thought his name had too many strokes," Fang Zhen stretched out a finger, "One time, the class representative said 'you got an A' when writing an essay, and one time, the student on duty asked him if he was in a hurry to go home. , and yesterday." Fang Zhen stretched out his fourth finger and said, "The sixth grader said behind him that he looks so cute, and he rode on him and beat him."

"Sixth graders can't beat him?"

Fang Zhen sneered: "The facts are there, do you see any injuries on his body?"

Chen Shuwei folded his arms and fell silent thoughtfully.

"You are not married yet." Fang Zhen said, "I haven't realized it yet, can I be this guardian?"

"It's okay if you don't want to be here." Chen Shuwei was disgusted with this pretentious homeroom teacher at first, but after a few words, he could hear that although he was helpless with Chen Moting, he didn't intend to let him go, "I can't pretend to be a father. capable."

Fang Zhen had no other choice, and sighed: "He also has advantages, and his grades are nothing to worry about."

Who cares about his grades.Chen Shuwei stood up in disbelief: "Thank you for telling me the situation, I'll talk to him."

Fang Zhen shook his head in disbelief in front of him.

In order to ventilate and cool, the front and rear doors of each class are opened.Chen Shuwei strolled along the corridor of the fifth grade, and found Chen Moting in the first row of the third class.

After Chen Moting finished taking notes, he looked up and saw him too.

Chen Shuwei raised his hand and hooked his fingers to greet him.

Chen Moting regarded him as transparent and turned his head to listen to the class without any reaction.

"You son of a bitch." Chen Shuwei muttered, knocked on the classroom door, walked up to the podium and whispered to the teacher, condescendingly raised his chin at Chen Moting.

Chen Moting glanced at the teacher suspiciously, put down his pen and stood up.

The two went downstairs and across the empty campus, one big and one small walking side by side on the sidewalk.The city just entered the state before nine o'clock, and all the way was full of people rushing to work.

Chen Shuwei did not speak, Chen Moting also remained silent, followed him to wait for the bus at the bus station, all the cars seemed to be overflowing.

Another bus that was puffing out of people stopped at the stop. Chen Shuwei picked up Chen Moting and stuffed it in. He stretched his arms and grabbed the railing by the door, straightened his waist and squeezed into the bus. The door closed against his back. .

Chen Moting was stuck in the crowd and stood in the dark for several times, Chen Shuwei's hand descended from the sky, grabbed his back collar and pulled it hard, and put him firmly on the ground, so that he could see the sun.

Surrounded by barren mountains and mountains, Chen Moting didn't even know which district he was in, so he glanced suspiciously at Chen Shuwei.

Chen Shuwei stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, Chen Moting frowned, and opened it with a "snap".

"If you don't hold it, don't hold it, are you dumb?"

"No."

Although Chen Moting was reluctant, he had to follow behind him because he completely lost his sense of direction.The two approached a lonely gate, Chen Shuwei said a few words to the guard, lowered his body and got under the traffic barrier, Chen Moting could only follow suit.

The two walked uphill again on the concrete floor, and it suddenly became clear to them that there were several radar-like things planted on the flat and wide high ground, and there were fluffy and white dandelions everywhere.

Chen Moting opened his eyes wide, took a step closer, and clasped his hands in front of his chest: "Wow - it's so beautiful."

"Emotional changes are too fast, there is no transition, it's too fake." Chen Shuwei's family is often broken by gift givers, and he has seen all kinds of hypocrisy. It is more than enough to see through this half-hearted acting. nature."

"..."

"Out of 65 points, I'll give you [-] at most."

Chen Moting turned his head and looked at him coldly: "Let me see if you play one?"

"I said the food is unpalatable, so I have to learn how to be a cook first?" Chen Shu grabbed his arms abruptly, flung his legs over the low fence and put them on the ground, "Didn't I ask you to come here?" Aren’t you a temper tantrum who cultivates sentiment in nature? Kick all the dandelions in this place away, and if you kick one less, you won’t even want to go home and sleep.”

This place is as big as two playgrounds, Chen Moting knew that he was embarrassing himself, but at least he could fly off with one kick, so it was not an impossible task.

With a lot of resentment accumulated in his heart, he kicked the dandelion under his feet vigorously like an enemy. Within a few minutes, his legs and feet became limp under the sun, and his efficiency was significantly reduced.

Chen Shuwei took out a pair of sunglasses from nowhere and put them on, climbed into the fence and stepped on the place he kicked: "You are the ink of ink, the pavilion of the pavilion, right?"

Chen Moting didn't know if he heard it or not, and continued kicking flowers without saying a word.

"Fifteen strokes of ink characters, nine strokes of pavilion characters." Chen Shuwei walked beside him with his hands in his pockets, "I am a tree of a big tree, smiling micro, nine strokes of trees, thirteen strokes of micro."

"..."

"Yes, I don't have as many strokes as you, but I'm only two strokes short." Chen Shuwei said to himself, "This was chosen by my own father, and the broken name is similar to a girl's name. I have written it since I was a child."

"..."

"Why call the Chinese class representative? What's the topic of that composition?"

"..."

Chen Shuwei caught up with Chen Moting who ran away in two steps, and gave him a slap on the back of the head: "Speak."

"My dearest person!" Chen Moting was annoyed, "Why hit me!"

"Is your Chinese teacher sick!?" Chen Shuwei took off his sunglasses, "Male and female?! Does he have a brain!"

Chen Moting was sprayed all over his face with saliva, wiped his face, and continued with his work.

"What's the matter if you're going home or not?" Chen Shuwei stood there, "Isn't the orphanage your home? You don't eat or sleep there? Why are you so hypocritical?"

"Your family has all kinds of surnames?" Chen Moting stepped on a bunch of dandelions and crushed them hard, "Can you call any place home and return?"

Chen Shuwei couldn't believe that such words would come from a primary school student. He grabbed his arm and said, "How can 56 brothers and sisters form a family? How many people do you have in a dormitory?"

A sneer that didn't belong to a child appeared on Chen Moting's face.

Chen Shuwei also felt that what he said was ridiculous, and rubbed his hair: "I'm sorry, I was talking nonsense."

"Don't touch my head."

Chen Shuwei was slapped on the back of his hand again, and spread his fingers to cover the top of his head: "What's the matter? Hit me."

Chen Moting kicked up, but Chen Shuwei grabbed his ankle, and then punched Chen Shuwei's arm, causing his hand to hurt from his strong muscles.Chen Shu slightly tugged, and Chen Moting couldn't help chopping down with a big fork.

"You can beat people every time because you encounter soft persimmons, or the other party is not mentally prepared." Chen Shuwei squatted down, keeping his gaze parallel, "What do you do when you meet someone like me?"

Chen Moting was wearing summer school uniform and shorts, knelt on the stone with a broken knee, blowing on the wound in silence.

"You have to play a full set of plays. You can cry anytime and anywhere. People let you go because they don't bother to care about you. Don't you think that you have suffered a loss and you are right. Do you think adults are stupid?" Wipe off his wound and the surrounding soil, "As soon as the adults meet behind your back, you will know that you really have a problem, and in the end it will be you who suffers."

Chen Moting kicked out again, if it wasn't for Chen Shuwei's quick reaction to "chuckle" and bounce back, he would have lost his children and grandchildren.

"It's cruel enough." Chen Shuwei was too lazy to get up, so he simply sat on the ground and said with a smile, "Why don't you act in front of me?"

Chen Moting suddenly collapsed, shouting at the top of his voice: "Because you are so annoying!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Chen Shuwei said, "I, special, special, good at, good at, hate, people, hate."

Chen Moting stared at him with reddened eyes.

Chen Shuwei crossed his legs: "I heard from the director that you were sent back not because the family didn't like you, but because the woman was pregnant. They adopted it because they couldn't have a child. They didn't adopt it if they could. Being sick has nothing to do with you."

"..."

"You're in a better mood, little ancestor?" Chen Shuwei lowered his upper body and turned his face upward to look at his expression, and found that his tears were spinning, he straightened up and walked away two steps.

Chen Moting took the opportunity to wipe away his tears.

"Let's put it this way, you just do it. Our Chen family is very rich and caring. They have taken in a bunch of silly children at home, with all kinds of surnames, okay?"

"Who is with you, our family."

Chen Shuwei bent down and grabbed his ear: "I warn you Chen Moting, your surname is Chen, you belonged to Lao Tzu's family 800 years ago, you have blood relationship with Lao Tzu, you have to call Lao Tzu Dad."

Chen Moting covered his ears and was pulled up by him: "Who is your son now!"

"Call Dad."

"not called."

"Call Dad."

"not called."

"Believe it or not, I let you clean the toilet for a month?"

"not called!"

"Good son." Chen Shu rubbed his head slightly, "He has backbone, just like your old man."

Chen Moting cried "Wow" without warning.

He stood upright on the spot, raised his neck and cried heart-rendingly, the snot flowed over his lips without wiping them, hanging on his upper lip like a pendant.

Chen Shuwei didn't expect such a thrilling turn of events, so he took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, unwilling to use it, took off his T-shirt and wiped his face.Chen Moting cried even harder, blowing his nose with a T-shirt while crying.

Chen Shuwei suddenly realized something was wrong.

Chen Moting stopped speaking suddenly, twitched his nose and rolled his eyes to look at him: "How's the score this time?"

"You son of a bitch."

"Then you are a rabbit." Chen Moting said, "Why don't you call me a turtle?"

"Don't think I can't cure you!" Chen Shuwei held a T-shirt full of snot in his hand, and he didn't wear it or not.

"What can you do to me?" Chen Moting challenged, "Hit me."

"You wait for me." Chen Shuwei took out his mobile phone, found Ling Jian's mobile phone number, and sent a text message.

I'm fucking looking for someone to fuck your dad.

03

One stop away from the orphanage, Chen Shuwei stood up from his seat and took two steps, turned around and found Chen Moting asleep on the back of the front seat.Chen Shu took two steps back, curled up his middle finger, pressed it with his thumb, hung over his head for a few seconds, and waited for a few seconds. He didn't bounce, bent down and untied his arms around his neck, and supported his arms. Keep your legs steady.

Children of this age are indeed full of energy. It only took one morning to clear the dandelion field of the Meteorological Observatory, and they can still go back to the orphanage for lunch.

The snot on Chen Shuwei's black T-shirt dried and agglomerated in the dandelions flying all over the sky, and shone like glass in the sun. This was extremely effective revenge for him who pays attention to appearance, and he was so angry that his veins twitched.

The staff of the orphanage just met this new accountant the day before, but they are very familiar with the big troublemaker on his back.The two were able to be so close on the first day they got along. It wasn't a surprise, but it was a bit of a thrill.

Chen Shuwei put Chen Moting on the bed in his single dormitory, pulled off the blanket to cover his stomach, put on a clean T-shirt, and locked the door of the dormitory to eat.

If it weren't for the cheap price and large portions in the canteen of the orphanage, he would never eat here.Most of the staff in the orphanage are middle-aged people from uncles and aunts. I heard that the young accountant is single, and the enthusiasm of the matchmaker was instantly ignited. Chen Shuwei sat there, like a magnet thrown into a pile of nails, and surrounded by a group moon old.

Chen Shu dealt with them with a fake smile, took out his mobile phone and opened the new text message, his eyes lit up.

The message he sent to Ling Jian received a reply: "Is it okay tonight?"

"old place?"

"The old place, eight o'clock."

Ling Jian picked up his chopsticks again. He had just finished a company meeting and was having a working meal with a few middle-level managers.The phone in his pocket vibrated again, and it was Chen Shuwei who said, "Come in a suit, I want to take off your suit with my own hands."

Ling Jian couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

The traditional procedure is to test and flirt in the chat room, make a date while meeting, and cut off contact after the date to find another new person.Ling Jian has followed this tradition for many years, and has never had the experience of meeting and dating separately. Text messages have always been just a communication tool to determine the time and place, and have never undertaken the task of flirting, which is what should be done in a chat room.

You can't still be a college student.That young face flashed before Ling Jian's eyes, and he smiled again. If it was, he wondered if he would like to be taken care of for a while.

Chen Shuwei returned to the dormitory with his lunch box. Chen Moting had already woken up, and very consciously found the medicine box under the bed to sterilize his wound and put it on with gauze.

Chen Shuwei put the food on the table and sat beside him: "Son."

"I'm the son of a turtle."

Chen Shuwei was in the right mood for a successful appointment, and laughed so hard at this tactic of killing [-] enemies and self-defeating [-]. When he got tired of laughing, he got up, and Chen Moting, who had run wildly all morning, was sitting at the table eating rice.

Chen Shuwei leaned back, put his hands behind his back and looked at his thin and thin back, kicked off his right shoe and kicked his ass: "I have to go to class in the afternoon, you know?"

"..."

"If you know you have to say you know, it's easy to be annoying if you don't say anything." Chen Moting simply stepped on his back with the soles of his feet, "If you hate others, others will hate you, and you will hate people who hate you even more, a vicious circle .”

"..."

"Do you know what a vicious circle is?"

"I know." Chen Moting twisted his body and shook off his feet, and replied coldly without turning his head, "I hate you, and you become more annoying to me."

"It seems that you are really good at studying, and you have a perfect score in Chinese comprehension." Chen Shuwei got up and sat opposite him, "You see me that way, and others see you in the same way, you know? If you like you, you will become less annoying, and it will be easier for you to pretend to be what they like, which is called a virtuous circle.”

Chen Moting sucked in the food that leaked out of his mouth, puffed his cheeks and said, "Why should I pretend to be what others like?"

"Because you have a high IQ." Chen Shuwei said, "People with high IQ are responsible for teasing people with low IQ. This is common sense."

Chen Moting swept the rice grains off the surface of his teeth with his tongue, and thought hard about Chen Shuwei's words, there seemed to be no loopholes: "You know so well, why don't you pretend to be what I like?"

Chen Shuweixin said that elementary school students nowadays are even more difficult to deal with than thesis tutors: "Because I don't think you look like you like it at all."

Chen Moting looked at his face and chewed for a long time, then smiled suddenly: "Your IQ is not low."

"Thank you." Chen Shuwei gritted his teeth and asked him patiently, "Do you want to use your high IQ to play around with people, or do you want people to think that you are a silly kid with no brains but a temper."

"The aggressive method is useless to me." Chen Moting threw his chopsticks and stood up, "I'm going to school."

The little kid still knows how to provoke, Chen Shuwei watched him walk to the door: "Stupid kid."

Chen Moting grabbed the broom by the door and threw it at him, and knocked over the leftovers on the table without hitting Chen Shuwei. The T-shirt Chen Shuwei had just changed was dirty again, and he jumped up angrily to chase after him, being scared by his aura Chen Moting ran away.A primary school student who was not of average height could not outrun his long legs. Before he reached the second floor, he grabbed him and took off his pants, "boom bang bang" and slapped him three times.

Chen Moting stood on the spot with his butt naked, and was silent for a while.

"It's endless, isn't it?" Chen Shuwei pulled up his pants and said to the back of his head, "Don't think that no one would dare to beat you without a father or a mother."

Chen Moting's shoulders shrugged, Chen Shuwei thought he was going to pretend to cry again, so he pulled his shoulders: "Don't pretend to be okay with me..."

He didn't say the last word, and Chen Moting, who ran away after eating, vomited "Wow".

Chen Shuwei wanted to cry for his new pair of shoes, but he had to pat his twitching back to make him spit out: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Chen Moting vomited his nose and tears, sobbing and being embraced by Chen Shuwei, his face was buried in his stomach and he couldn't help sobbing.

"You have to be obedient, little ancestor." Chen Shuwei patted his head and said, "It doesn't do you any good to fight against others, does it?"

"You care, what about me."

"I'm willing, you don't care about me." Chen Shuwei said heartily that he will not restrain you from the beginning, I really have to go to school to make my legs thinner, "You can't lose your temper with everyone when you are unhappy, Something is coming at me."

Chen Moting sniffled: "But, you give it back."

"I won't fight back from now on." Chen Shuwei pushed him away, lifted his T-shirt and patted his stomach, "Come on, I'll let you beat your stomach every day until you feel good."

Chen Moting finally held back his crying, looked at his face and his abdominal muscles with teary eyes: "Today I'm too lazy to fight."

Chen Shuwei held his face in his hands, wiped away his tears with his thumbs, took out a clean piece of T-shirt to wipe his mouth, took out the only 100 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand: "Go to school, buy some on the way Food. Go directly to school and you are not allowed to skip classes, you know that?"

Chen Moting looked at the money in his hand and nodded.

"The teacher asked where you were, and told me to go back to the courtyard to do business. Teacher Fang has my phone number. If he doesn't believe you, let him ask me."

Chen Moting rubbed his eyes with his arm: "Yes."

Chen Shuwei patted him on the back: "Go."

He watched Chen Moting go downstairs, looked down at the vomit on his body, raised his head to the sky and sighed, and went downstairs to find the cleaning lady.

At 06:30 in the evening, Chen Shuwei counted the number of people in each dormitory, watched TV and ate in the cafeteria with children big and small, took a shower carefully inside and out under the hot and cold spray, and Dry your hair, bring your own condom just in case, lie on the table, chew gum and stare at the small alarm clock.

It takes half an hour to walk from the orphanage to the old place, and it is just right to leave at 07:30. If you arrive early, it will inevitably make the other party feel anxious and lose their identity.

Before he left, he walked around the dormitories again, focusing on Chen Moting in the fourth dormitory, and said hello to the security guard in the duty room, saying that he would be back before ten o'clock.

The security guard also came from a young age. Knowing that young people of this age are mostly entertaining, and that Chen Shuwei is dressed neatly and neatly, exuding a clean bookishness, which is not offensive at all, so he agreed to keep it a secret from the director.

Chen Shuwei hurriedly walked for a while, and found through the window of the cake shop on the street that it was still early, so he slowed down and started walking mode.

The old place on the second floor is hidden in the city. Next to the hidden entrance on the first floor are restaurants and jewelry stores. Downstairs is the night market and snack street.Chen Shuwei walked into the cold drink shop opposite, ordered a glass of orange juice and sat on the high chair facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the entrance of the old place.

At 52:[-], a tall and heroic figure stood across the street.

Ling Jian took out his phone to check the time, checked his pocket with one hand and thought about it, then stood where he was and waited.

"Handsome." Chen Shuwei drank the remaining orange juice in one gulp, walked out of the cold drink shop and walked towards Ling Jian through the crowd, raising his eyebrows and walking in front.

Ling Jian smiled, turned around and followed upstairs.

The two touched each other while they were still in the corridor, and immediately became inextricably entangled when they entered the door.Chen Shuweiyi