After the sick top was forced to marry

Lin Zijin fell asleep in a daze, and even thought about his relationship with Pei Ming one second before falling asleep.

This sleep was very heavy, and I was not troubled by nightmares like before. When I woke up the next day, I only felt refreshed.

He groped to his side and found that the bedding where Pei Ming should have been lying was icy cold.

It must have been gone for a while.

Lin Zijin sat in the same place and pondered for a long while, feeling somewhat lost. Before he could taste it carefully, he heard footsteps coming from outside.

Pei Ming was wearing a vest and shorts, holding a plate with a porridge bowl and two pancakes on it.

"Brother Lin, are you awake?"

The little star smiled brightly when he saw him, and his small white teeth glistened under the sunlight.

Lin Zijin looked at him, and inexplicably remembered a Samoyed smile emoji that Li Hua sent him two days ago.

Definitely a giant dog.

He let out a "huh" and looked Pei Ming up and down: "Aren't you cold?"

"I'm hot."

Pei Ming put the plate on the bedside table, and reached out to hold Lin Zijin's hand: "You see, you have a cold physique, and your hands are so cold. It's windy in the mountains sooner or later, so you should wear more."

Lin Zijin was burned by the temperature of his palm, trembling like an electric shock, but he didn't shake off: "Why didn't you call me when you got up?"

"I'm not willing to yell, I want you to sleep a little longer," Pei Ming smiled shyly, "Do you want to eat?"

Lin Zijin glanced at him: "You did it?"

"correct."

Pei Ming lifted the quilt and leaned against him, and brought him the porridge bowl: "They eat very rough in the morning, I'm afraid you won't be used to it, so I specially made it for you."

A smile curled up on Lin Zijin's lips: "There's nothing I'm not used to, I'm not that delicate."

Pei Ming looked at his side face, and then quietly moved to his side: "But I insisted on bringing you here, there is no reason for you to suffer with me."

The rice for porridge should be of good quality, and the porridge tastes good.

Lin Zijin ate his breakfast, seeing that Pei Ming was still by his side, he had no intention of leaving: "You have no plans for today?"

"Yes," Pei Ming took the bowl and put it on the bedside table, "I'm going to see the road for renovation, and then go to school."

"Then you still have time to sit here?"

Pei Ming lowered his head, with a bit of frustration in his voice: "You drive me away."

"Who drove you away?" Lin Zijin looked at him inexplicably, "I told you to do things if you have something to do, and you don't have to stay with me all the time."

"You see, you are driving me away."

After hearing what he said, Pei Ming became more energetic, and the corners of his eyes collapsed, showing the look of a hurt puppy again: "You still wanted to hug me last night, but now you turn your back on me, Brother Lin, you... ..”

Lin Zijin's face froze, and he slapped Pei Ming on the back: "Don't push your nose on your face, get out."

Pei Ming looked back at him with a smile, the morning light overflowed from the dog's eyes, and turned into warmth: "Then you get up later and go to school to find me, I'll go first."

Lin Zijin looked at his overly cheerful back, and sighed while touching his forehead.

Why is this kid so spoiled.

Every time he acted like a baby, no matter what made him angry and irritable, it seemed that it was not worth mentioning.

Thinking of this, he slowly got off the bed, washed up briefly, got dressed, and walked out of the residence.

Unlike last night, it was early morning now, and the dirt roads in the village were full of people coming and going, as if they were going to plow the fields.

Lin Zijin stopped someone casually: "Hello, do you know where the school in the village is?"

The man wiped his sweat with the back of his hand, pointed him in the direction, and described the way to school to him in as standard Mandarin as possible.

Lin Zijin frowned, thanked the man after listening carefully, and walked slowly along the road.

That school accommodates students in the three stages of elementary school, junior high school, and high school, so it occupies a large area, with red bricks and black tiles, which stands out among the bungalows.The paint on the outer wall is freshly painted, and there are a lot of incomprehensible graffiti painted on it, which seems to be drawn by the children themselves.

Lin Zijin raised his hand to look at the time, guessing that class hadn't started yet, so he went straight to the school gate, but was stopped by two children standing guard at the gate.

The two children looked about to be in their early ten years old, but their faces were serious and serious. They seemed to attach great importance to the task of being on duty, and they sullenly refused to let him in.

Lin Zijin leaned aside helplessly, took out his mobile phone and called Pei Ming: "Where are you?"

"I'm at school," Pei Ming said, "what's wrong?"

The background sound was very noisy, mixed with the screams of human cubs, and one of the children shouted "Teacher Pei", so sharp that Lin Zijin could hear it clearly on the phone.

Lin Zijin suddenly had the idea of ​​teasing him, lowered his voice, imitating Pei Ming's usual tone: "Mr. Pei, I can't get in outside the door, come out and pick me up, okay?"

I don't know what was knocked over on the other side. After a long time of "dingling jingling", Pei Ming's flustered voice sounded again: "Okay, okay, I'll pick you up now, you wait for me."

It was really because the background sound was too chaotic, Lin Zijin sighed: "You go ahead, it doesn't matter if I wait later."

"No no no, not busy."

Pei Ming's breathing was a little short, and he ran out of the teaching building with his mobile phone in his hand.

He looked up, and saw a person in private clothes leaning against the gate, looking at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, which made his heart skip a beat.

Pei Ming stabilized his mind and walked quickly to the gate.

The two children standing by the door saw him coming and greeted him politely.

Pei Ming smiled back and reached out to grab Lin Zijin's wrist: "Brother Lin, you came early."

"It's getting late, it's time for class, Teacher Pei."

Calling Pei Ming's name directly seems very unfamiliar, and Xiao Pei seems to be as unrecognizable as others. Just now, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and felt that the title "Teacher Pei" is very appropriate.

Pei Ming blushed slightly when he heard the words "Teacher Pei", and whispered, "Don't call me that."

"Why?" Lin Zijin asked, "Don't you like it?"

"No, no."

He swallowed, only feeling the heat in his ears: "I like it."

"Since I like it, I will call it that way," Lin Zijin finalized the title with satisfaction, "Can you let me in during class?"

"Nothing bad."

Pei Ming held his hand tightly: "This building is for the lower grades, and the opposite is for the upper grades. Children in the lower grades don't go to formal classes like the ones in the upper grades, and they usually attend classes while playing games."

While talking, the two entered the teaching building, and Lin Zijin gently pulled his wrist away from his hand.

Pei Ming froze for a moment, then looked at him.

"Aren't you a bit presumptuous lately, Teacher Pei? What do you mean by holding my hand all the time?" Lin Zijin glanced at him, "It's not good for children to see, you should restrain yourself."

Pei Ming understood what he meant, chuckled lightly, his eyes were full of tenderness: "You're right, it's because I didn't think carefully."

Lin Zijin didn't notice the emotion in his eyes, and suddenly felt a little nervous when standing at the door of the classroom: "Is it really okay for me to just go in like this?"

"No problem at all."

Pei Ming said as he slowly pushed open the classroom door.

It's a small classroom, but it's neat and tidy.The glass windows were wiped clean, and the sunlight from outside spilled in, illuminating a yellowed wooden floor.

The children in the classroom were playing with each other. When they saw Pei Ming coming in, they screamed and rushed over, shouting "Teacher Pei" very affectionately.

One of the children spotted Lin Zijin standing behind Pei Ming, raised his voice and asked, "Who is this brother?"

Pei Ming dug himself out from the pile of children: "This is the teacher's...friend, you can call him Teacher Lin."

Lin Zijin was taken aback by the children's enthusiasm, and greeted him a little uncomfortably.

The child's attention was instantly attracted, and they swarmed around Lin Zijin.

Pei Ming held back a smile and was about to speak when his cell phone rang.

He gestured to Lin Zijin, indicating that he was going to answer the phone and asked him to help guide the students first.

Lin Zijin stared at Pei Ming with wide eyes, but was selectively ignored.

He had no choice but to walk back to the middle of the classroom with more than a dozen peas who were no taller than his calves, and let them sit down.

Lin Zijin asked: "Has Teacher Pei always taken you?"

A little boy raised his hand: "No, Teacher Song is our class teacher, but she didn't come today, and her pig is lost."

It turned out that Pei Ming also came to help take care of the children.

Lin Zijin understood, and continued to ask: "Then what do you usually do in this class?"

The little boy raised his hand in a "swipe" again: "Come on!"

His little tanned face was covered with "praise" written all over it, Lin Zijin couldn't help laughing, he took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to him.

Now all the brats showed greedy eyes, staring at the fruit candy in the little boy's hand.

Lin Zijin raised his eyes, thinking about how to take this lesson, but his eyes fell on a guitar lying horizontally behind the table beside him.

There's still a guitar here?

He reached for the guitar, strummed the strings casually, and unexpectedly found that the tone was really good.

Lin Zijin sat on the chair, held down the strings and asked, "Is this guitar your teacher Song's?"

Maybe because she also wanted to eat candy, another little girl quickly raised her hand like a competition: "No, it was brought by Teacher Pei last year."

It turned out to be Pei Ming's.

Since he stopped singing and dancing, Lin Zijin has played the guitar very rarely. After a little recollection, he remembered the basic fingering and played a short section tentatively.

After scanning the last note, he was about to ask them what songs they usually sang in class, but his eyes suddenly fell on the panel of the piano body.

There seems to be a scratch near the bridge, with a regular shape, as if carved by a human being.

Lin Zijin narrowed his eyes slightly, and realized that it should be a string of numbers "1109", followed by a clumsy love heart.

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