My Professor Shen

As soon as the words fell, a few staff members in yellow vests rushed up from around, carrying large and small bags of tools in their hands.

"Mr. Shen, excuse me. There is something wrong with the camera in the living room of this building. The director asked us to take a look." Although the maintenance brother said sorry, his expression was cold and serious.

The brim of the peaked cap covered his respectful eyes, and the sleeves were rolled up high, revealing his tanned skin, wrapped in a thin layer of muscle.

Shen Qingchuan let go of the doorknob, turned sideways to make way for a passage, and said softly: "Please, everyone."

The maintenance guy nodded, gripped the wrench in the palm of his hand, and walked in with the toolbox, "Brothers, move a little faster, don't delay Teacher Shen's lunch break."

He pushed open the door, with light steps, Shen Qingchuan quietly followed behind, a coolness came over his face, the European-style living room was in sight, empty.

It’s hard not to see the owner’s preferences. There is an oil painting on the white wall, a dark brown wool carpet on the marble floor, a built-in fireplace opposite the soft leather sofa, and neatly stacked bamboo baskets next to it. firewood.

Shen Qingchuan's roving gaze paused slightly, and he took a few more glances at the black soot in the fireplace, and found that the fireplace can still be used normally, this owner is really a person with a sense of life.

The maintenance brother stepped on the stool, propped his feet to break the camera, wiped the dust off his face, and said loudly, "Mr. Shen, can you pass me the toolbox?"

In order to protect the privacy of the guests, only the entrance and the living room are equipped with cameras in the entire residence. Those who had already returned to the house to rest followed the filming and turned back halfway, and entered the house after getting permission.

"This one?" Shen Qingchuan pointed to the bright yellow box at his feet, raised his head and asked.

"Yes, thank you." The maintenance brother grinned, showing a mouthful of clean white teeth.

At this time, the staff member at the other end of the living room jumped off the ladder, "Brother Wang, I checked that the camera here is fine, but it just doesn't work."

"Okay, wait for me to debug it." The maintenance brother replied, and when he bent down to approach Shen Qingchuan, he shook his head slightly.

A cable was connected to the computer, the little brother frowned and fiddled, and the rest of the staff gathered together, as if he was the backbone.

Shen Qingchuan sat on the sofa, casually picked up a book on the coffee table, and read it. It was marked in English, and the handwriting looked familiar.

The room was silent, and the little brother found nothing. He scratched his hair and ordered in a low voice: "Xiao Li, go and see if the wiring outside the window has been pecked by birds."

Xiao Li moved in response to the sound, ran to the window and followed the wall to check carefully.

The assistant director took over the filming temporarily. Seeing that he didn't get any good material, he took the initiative to start a conversation, "Mr. Shen, are you satisfied with the accommodation for this trip?"

Delaying time, Shen Qingchuan was happy to see the result, she slowly raised her eyes from the book, and said softly: "General."

The maintenance guy stared at the computer screen intently, and moved his ears.

After speaking, he was speechless for a moment, leaving only the rustling and turning voice.

I feel a bit at a loss following the filming, does this mean that the guest is dissatisfied?

Shen Qingchuan held the spine of the book in one hand, and turned a page at a glance. The warm sunlight shone on her face, dispelling the coldness and alienation.

Judging by her picky professional aesthetics, she is dissatisfied, her style is cobbled together, and she can't grasp the key points of expression.

But if you look at it from the perspective of ordinary tourists, there are still many merits. She didn't want to embarrass the program group, and pointed to the most satisfactory one: "This oil painting is not bad."

"Tower of Babel" - a world-renowned "unfinished building", the greatest satire on human ambition.

She couldn't figure out what kind of person would hang such a piece of art in the living room.

Seeing her expressionless face, the assistant director wiped the tiny beads of sweat from her forehead, and said bravely, "The biggest feature of this house is the fireplace. There is a big temperature difference between day and night at sea. Teacher Shen can give it a try. It will have a special flavor."

Shen Qingchuan was noncommittal, his eyes were all on the book.

"Sister Lu?" Jiang Ling asked in confusion. When she opened the door just now, Lu Linshen was standing at the door, eyes full of curiosity.

Lu Lin snorted softly, and his erratic eyes fell behind Jiang Ling, just in time to collide with Chu Ran unexpectedly.

"Teacher Lu, what a coincidence." Chu Ran said lazily, her slender legs were crossed, the slippers were dangling from the tips of her toes, and her white skin was exposed on the skirt.

Hearing what this said, who would be so bored and take a walk to someone else's door.

Lu Linshen said hypocritically: "Ah, Teacher Chu, long time no see."

Chu Ran thought to herself: Who wants to see you for a long time, obviously only saw you a minute ago.

The layout of the adjacent villas is roughly the same, except that there are no exquisite oil paintings on the walls, and there are no piles of firewood next to the fireplace.

The camera in the living room can capture portraits, rotate automatically, and the red work indicator light is always on. Chu Ran pretends to greet enthusiastically: "Welcome Teacher Lu to visit."

She was enthusiastic, but she didn't have the slightest intention of getting up to greet her. Instead, she leaned back weakly and bonelessly, with the shoulder straps of the dress hanging loosely, shaking the glass with her fingertips, and fragmentary light spots on the floor dance to tune.

Jiang Ling kept staring at the door, as if looking forward to it.

This vixen is so bewitching, who is he going to bury, Lu Linshen rubbed his chest, and tapped the water stains in the corners of his eyes, "No, no, no, today the boat was so fast that I almost vomited."

Chu Ran's face was slightly stiff, and he sat up straight with a cold snort.

Almost as soon as Jiang Ling entered the door, Lu Linshen broke in with her back foot, and she didn't even have time to change her slippers.

Lu Linshen's competitive spirit was aroused, and she was bound to compete with the vixen today!

The door was tightly blocked, she waved her palm in front of Jiang Ling's eyes, and said angrily, "Why are you so dazed? Why are you always blocking the way?"

Jiang Ling raised her eyes, glanced at her resentfully, and bent over to change her shoes.

Lu Linshen was not disgusted by Chu Ran, but Jiang Ling broke her defenses first. She rubbed the small bump on her arm, and blurted out without thinking: "Your clothes are covered with dust, why don't you go to the beach?" Rolled over."

Jiang Ling looked as usual, brushed the dust calmly, and said ambiguously: "Maybe I accidentally touched it."

She couldn't tell the truth, she drilled into the bushes to study the window-turning route at night.

Chu Ran raised her eyebrows, and moved her lips while facing the camera.

Lu Linshen once filmed a film about deaf-mute people. Although her roles were limited, she still knew a little bit about lip language.

She saw that Chu Ran was clearly scolding herself - "Mind your own business"

Her violent temper is tolerable or unbearable!Lu Lin rubbed his bare forearm deeply, as if he was going to charge forward.

Jiang Ling smelled the strong smell of gunpowder in the air, and asked loudly: "Mr. Lu, are you here to talk to Chu Ran about the script?"

script?What script?Why didn't she know there was such a thing?

Jiang Ling belatedly realized that this sentence was more like a rescue for Chu Ran. Her sharp eyes shot at the camera, and the staff sitting in front of the computer shuddered.

Lu Linshen showed a standard eight-toothed smirk at the camera. He was busy fighting wits with Chu Ran just now, and almost forgot the purpose of this trip.

She pursed her lips and frowned slightly, "Why should I look for her, Beauty Shen said something was left here for you."

Chu Ran was worried about her IQ, so she was so outspoken, it was not telling the national audience that there was an adulterous relationship between the two of them.

She cleared her throat and reminded: "The producer of life said that Mr. Shen has a suitcase that was pushed wrong."

It is true, but it has long been returned to the original owner.

Lu Lin smiled inexplicably. She admitted that she said this on purpose. There is no need to cover up when you are in love, let alone seeing Chu Ran's deflated appearance by the way.

She pretended to be surprised and said, "Really? Life production is really careless."

"Sneeze!" The life producer who was a hundred meters away sneezed. He blew his nose and turned over to snore gradually.

Jiang Ling took off her shoes and walked inside, while racking her brains to recall, she said casually, "Did Teacher Shen not come?"

Lu Linshen didn't know what she was thinking, and deliberately created opportunities for her, "Hey, Beauty Shen has a stomachache and can't walk."

"Is it serious?" The other two said in unison.

Jiang Ling walked around the camera, squatted in a blind spot and rummaged through things, and caught a glimpse of the calm expression on Lu Linshen's face, her mind settled down a bit.

Lu Lin glared at Chu Ran indiscriminately, and replied with his lips—"Mind your own business"

"It's quite serious, looking pale."

"Didn't you see a doctor?"

"not yet."

"I know a little bit about medicine."

"That's great!"

"I'll go there with you." Jiang Ling stood up with a solemn expression, and she pushed the dropped bottle of sleeping pills to the bottom of the suitcase.

The two sang together, and Chu Ran was a little dazed.

The moment the door closed, Lu Linshen cast a wink into the gap.

Here, the assistant director is still talking.

"Mr. Shen, it's fixed, and there's nothing wrong with getting a picture." The maintenance guy took off his peaked cap and fanned the wind, and the rest of the staff cleaned the living room spotlessly in two or three strokes, and the camera started to operate.

Shen Qingchuan nodded, watching them fade away like a tide, and even the assistant director who was temporarily following them was also taken away.

"Ding~" The phone received a new message.

Ah San: [Security]

"Beauty Shen! Hurry up! The doctor is here!" Lu Linshen arrived before anyone could be heard, and ran over blah blah.

Shen Qingchuan couldn't hide his surprise, he just wanted to raise his eyes and refuse, "I don't need..."

There was a familiar figure standing against the light at the door, Shen Qingchuan could even see the disobedient hair on her head, and swallowed the words of refusal.

Then a magical picture appeared, Lu Linshen was playing tricks on the camera that automatically captures portraits, Jiang Ling and Shen Qingchuan were sitting on the sofa and whispering.

Jiang Ling pressed Shen Qingchuan's lower abdomen and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

So itchy.

Shen Qingchuan suppressed a smile, his eyes were moist and affectionate, and he said in a steady trembling voice: "It doesn't hurt."

"What about here?" Jiang Ling moved her position, rubbing her fingertips.

"No..." Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips, and the toe of his shoe rubbed against Jiang Ling's ankle.

"here?"

"no feelings."

Jiang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, took her hand away, and said solemnly: "Mr. Shen is in good health."

Although she wanted to continue touching, but after a long time, she would be criticized.

Shen Qingchuan's tense nerves finally relaxed, the corners of his reddish eyes raised upwards, and he exhaled like blue: "But I still feel a little uncomfortable."

"Then what does Teacher Shen feel uncomfortable about?" Jiang Ling asked.

The two were sitting on the sofa, and the microphone was turned off at some point. From the director's perspective, they were just ordinary friends chatting.

Shen Qingchuan raised his lips, pondered for a moment to whet Jiang Ling's appetite, and said slowly, "It's very uncomfortable here."

She pressed her heart, and opened her thin lips lightly: "I think... I must have - lovesickness."

Jiang Ling's heart was up and down.

"How can it be cured?" Before it was over, Shen Qingchuan smiled brightly and said word by word: "Jiang, doctor, doctor"

The crimson color spread rapidly, Dr. Jiang's heart thumped, and his head automatically formed pieces.