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After that day, Shen Wan officially stayed at Xia Zhen's house.

The adults are very busy and are not at home during the day. Xia Zhen is responsible for taking care of Shen Wan, and at the same time teaching her basic Chinese characters and writing to ensure that after the summer vacation ends, Shen Wan can accept the tutoring of the tutor more smoothly.

Starting from the simplest pinyin at the beginning, Shen Wan's learning ability far exceeded Xia Zhen's expectations. Although she had never been exposed to these strange-shaped symbols in her eyes, as long as Xia Zhen told them once or twice, she would be able to understand them all. remember.

After two or three days, Xia Zhen discovered that she had basically mastered the reading and writing of pinyin, and then began to teach her to read and write.

"Ah."

Xia Zhen pointed to the words in the Xinhua dictionary, and explained to Shen Wan one by one: "This word can be added in front of the name to indicate closeness."

Shen Wan rolled her paint-like eyeballs and looked at her incomprehensibly.

"for example……"

Xia Zhen paused, put the fountain pen into Shen Wan's hand, carefully corrected her posture of holding the pen, then grabbed her hand and guided her to write two words on the notebook.

Shen Wan looked at the black characters formed under the tip of the pen, and slowly raised the corners of her lips.

"You read it?"

Xia Zhen lowered her eyes, her eyes resting on her lips.

Shen Wan didn't know anything, and spoke vaguely and softly: "Ah Zhen."

She bent her eyes, looked at Xia Zhen and repeated: "Ah Zhen."

"Yeah." Xia Zhen's eyes moved slightly, and her hand grabbed her harder, "Only you can call me that."

"That's closeness."

Shen Wan seemed to understand, nodded, and continued to study.

She is a smart and obedient student. Those things that she had seen accidentally but didn't understand at all, through Xia Zhen's interpretation, finally had rich meanings in her mind.

She studied hard, recognized each character according to the pinyin, and then wrote it down on the paper stroke by stroke.

"Wait a moment."

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Zhen got up suddenly, and walked out of the bedroom with the cup on the table.

She brought in a glass of water, sat down and drank it quietly.

Shen Wan's attention was attracted by her, looking at her slightly raised jaw and trembling throat.

The coolness blown by the fan could not dissipate the heat, and a thin layer of sweat formed on Shen Wan's back.

Thirsty, want to drink water.

She pulled Xia Zhen's arm and approached her: "Ah Zhen."

Xia Zhen moved the cup away, pursed her lower lip, and stared at the rabbit who came close to her with an unclear expression, and ran away when scared, "What's wrong?"

"Thirsty." Shen Wan looked at the half glass of water in her hand, and then at her moistened lips.

Xia Zhen seldom smiled, only when she kissed her the most.

"Want to drink water?" Xia Zhen seemed to be asking her something, and passed the cup forward.

Shen Wan stared at her blankly, thought for a while, realized what she meant, and reached out to grab the cup.

Xia Zhen stepped back, suddenly raised her arms, and looked at her from top to bottom.

Shen Wan didn't get it, she lowered her face in confusion, "Water..."

Xia Zhen took another sip of water and leaned over to kiss her.

The tongue stuck into the mouth, and the water came over and slowly slid down the corner of the mouth.

Shen Wan folded her waist back, clutching Xia Zhen's collar uneasily, her shoulders trembling, trying to swallow the water.

Xia Zhen's eyes were captivating, suppressing the turbulent emotions, she took another big sip of water, eased her breathing, and grabbed Shen Wanrou's boneless waist.

"Bangdang."

The cup fell to the floor.

Xia Zhen whispered, "Let's drink water."

She entangled and kissed Shen Wan again. At first, her movements were restrained, but then their breathing became more and more rapid. From swallowing to sucking, she almost lost control and pressed Shen Wan against the back of the chair.

Before going to bed these few days, Shen Wan would read the phonetic picture book she had prepared, and tell her children's stories in a soft voice.

Shen Wan seemed to find something more worthy of attention to do, and stopped getting close to her frequently.

She endured it for a long time, Xia Zhen woke up for a moment, looked at the person in her arms, half of Shen Wan's face was wet, she hooked her neck dependently, docile and sensible.

Xia Zhen moved a little away, squeezed her lips, and let out an ambiguous laugh: "Are you still thirsty?"

Shen Wan's chest heaved and her cheeks were hot: "I'm not thirsty anymore."

She looked away and reached for the dictionary. She hadn't finished learning the words today, and she had to read it again.

Xia Zhen grabbed her wrist and said inexplicably, "I'm thirsty."

She swept away the things on the table and carried Shen Wan up.

"Take a break and study later."

She pulled Shen Wan's legs away, and slowly groped deep through the trousers. When she pulled something away, her fingertips fell into the softness, which was so warm that it was hard to put it down.

Xia Zhen stroked, leaned against the panting girl, kissed her ear, and asked obscenely, "Do you know how to write the word 'wet'?"

Shen Wan's hair was wet and sticky to her neck, she snorted twice and said in a low voice, "I don't know."

"It's ok."

Hearing what she said, Xia Zhen was a little excited. She hugged him and kissed carefully: "I'll teach you, I'll teach you everything you don't understand."

"I teach you."

The heat and humidity of midsummer are intertwined, and this teaching in the bedroom has become a secret between each other.

Their teaching progressed slowly, and Shen Wan gradually memorized [-] Chinese characters, and finally got used to the weekly psychotherapy.

She didn't live in the new bedroom, but still slept on Xia Zhen's bed all night, reading articles on her shoulder and reviewing the day's homework.

Sometimes, without knowing which words touched Xia Zhen, the night would be infinitely prolonged, and they would kiss and make love endlessly.

"Can I teach you a poem tonight?" Xia Zhen stroked Shen Wan's naked back and pulled up the quilt.

Having just been tossed and tossed by Xia Zhen, Shen Wan was too tired to open her eyes, instinctively rubbed her arms into her arms, and responded obediently: "Okay."

"If I love you—"

If I love you--

Not like a climbing lily flower,

Show yourself off by your tall branches;

……

Love--

Not only love your majestic body,

I also love where you stand,

the land under your feet.

Before Shen Wan completely fell asleep, she happened to remember the day she learned to read, and she asked Xia Zhen: "What does 'love' mean?"

Xia Zhen pinched her ears and was silent for a long time before explaining the question: "Love is a deeper feeling than liking."

Xia Zhen hesitated, looking at her with gentle eyes: "Love is a very beautiful feeling."

Shen Wan still doesn't understand, no one has taught her what the correct "love" looks like, and everyone who says "love" her has hurt her.

But Xia Zhen said that "love" is beautiful, so she was willing to believe it.

"Wanwan."

After Xia Zhen finished reading the poem, she called Shen Wan softly.

After a long time, without getting a response, she smiled and hugged him tightly.

It doesn't matter if Shen Wan doesn't know what "love" is, she is willing to spend her whole life answering this question.

(End of the article)

The author has something to say:

To Oak

[Modern] Shu Ting

If I love you-

Not like a climbing lily flower,

Show yourself off by your tall branches;

If I love you-

Never learn from infatuated birds,

repeating monotonous songs for shade;

more than a fountain,

Sending cool solace all year round;

Not only like a dangerous peak,

Increase your height and complement your majesty.

even sunlight,

Even spring rains.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

Stand with you as the image of the tree.

root, clinging to the ground;

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

every gust of wind,

We all salute each other,

but no one,

understand our words.

You have your copper sticks and iron trunks,

Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;

I have my red flowers,

like a heavy sigh,

And like a torch of valor.

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, thunderbolt;

We share the haze, the haze, and the rainbow.

as if separated forever,

But forever.

This is great love,

Perseverance is here:

Love--

Not only love your majestic body,

I also love where you stand,

the land under your feet.