After I fell off my horse, I was caught by my apprentice

Xiao Liu: "Being acting like a baby, you should make a voice."

Meng Xinqiao's heart moved, and he wanted to say that you should send me a voice, and then he was shocked, not knowing what he was doing.

I like the habit of listening to my little apprentice talking and acting like a baby, which will make me feel better. Is it the habit of the master and the apprentice, or is it the habit of liking her?If I really like Xiao Liu, then what's the matter with Teacher Liu?

Damn, I'm really a scumbag.

Master Mudan felt that his head was starting to hurt again.

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On February 2, teachers returned to school first, and students officially started school on February 20.

The dean of the School of Biology called Meng Xinqiao on the first day of work, concerned about her life at school during this time, and brought her some specialties from home for her to eat.

Meng Xinqiao: "Thank you, Dean."

Dean: "What's going on, it looks like you've lost weight again."

Meng Xinqiao felt a little embarrassed.

She had nothing to do at school, so she read a lot of literature, and she did her part of the experiment in order for the dean. She read a few books, and the new manuscripts reached [-]. She observed the trend of housing prices, and began to look at real estate again .

Calculate the loan that I need to repay, and then think about how many years I have to study, and make plans little by little. In the face of livelihood, I have no mood to think about all the chaotic and incomprehensible feelings. [-]. After chatting for a long time, I have to condemn myself morally after chatting.

The dean was very happy after checking the experiment she had done. Then he looked at the student with a small face that was as thin as a palm, and said: "The cafeteria is closed these days, and you may not be able to make anything to eat. Go to my school every night. Well, the food cooked by your teacher is delicious."

Meng Xinqiao began to go to the dean's house to eat and drink.

The dean's house lives in a community deep in the school. It is a house that the school gave to the staff at a welfare price many years ago. The teacher's wife is a professor of literature at Beicheng University. She is a very temperamental aunt. She has no children with the dean all her life. She is really strong. Real peaches and plums are all over the world. When I saw Meng Xinqiao, I couldn't help but like it. I kept talking about the first time I saw such a clean and beautiful girl. Then, like all the elders, I kept saying that she was thin.

"Eat more, it's a blessing to be able to eat, and it's a blessing to grow meat. How can you be so thin? You will come when school starts, and the teacher will cook meat for you."

Meng Xinqiao finished his meal in a regular manner, and naturally went to help his wife wash the dishes. The teacher stopped her quickly: "No need, they are all the treasures of the family. Why do you come to the teacher's wife to have a meal and let you work."

Meng Xinqiao was stunned, thinking that he had never heard anyone speak like this in his life, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The dean saw her standing there in a daze, and called her over to discuss the experiment.

Since then, going to my teacher's wife's house for dinner every day has been the same process, chatting, eating, discussing experiments and papers, and then leaving and going home.

Meng Xinqiao tried to help his wife in cooking and washing dishes, but she refused to help her for various reasons. Once she was angry and said that you should stop coming if you do this again. Meng Xinqiao gave up. When I came, I brought some fruits and gifts, and my teacher told me again.

Meng Xinqiao was completely confused, so he asked the dean for help, and the dean smiled and said: "Your teacher's wife likes you, she has a relationship with you, and in the matter of interpersonal communication, if you give your true feelings, you only need to return your true feelings. I like to be too clear with you, you know?"

Meng Xinqiao was at a loss again, so what are his parents?

The dean and the teacher's wife are full of peaches and plums, and occasionally the students eat together at home.Meng Xinqiao once had a meal with the dean's postgraduate brothers and sisters before, and somehow he became the mascot at the dinner table. Everyone should care about himself, and tell himself about writing papers, doing experiments and studying. Experience, of course, there are some experience of messy things, such as falling in love, such as making friends, such as establishing contacts...

Sometimes the brothers and sisters would quarrel when they talked, and the teachers and wives would come to coax them one by one.A group of people ate their stomachs full, left some gifts and left. This time, Meng Xinqiao helped clean up, and the teacher agreed.

"Thank you." The teacher's wife smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were gentle and beautiful.

Meng Xinqiao suddenly understood what the dean said.

I don't like to distinguish too clearly, but I love you at ordinary times and rely on you when I am tired.

That night, Meng Xinqiao went to the dean's house with the cake he bought from shopping in the city, and wanted to bring something new to his wife. When he approached the door, he heard a familiar voice, but he hadn't heard it for more than a month.

"Teacher, this fried cake is really delicious."

"Is it delicious? It happens that I do a lot of this, so you can pretend to go back."

"Hey, thank you teacher, my teacher is really kind-hearted and good at cooking, whoever marries you is really lucky, isn't it Dean Liu?"

The dean's voice also carried a smile: "Your teacher and these students are all sweet-mouthed, and they can suffocate you at school."

"Can it be the same? When I work in government affairs, what do I look like when I smile with students?"

Meng Xinqiao was in a daze.

The door of the room was opened because of the fried food. She stood at the door for a while before knocking on the door and pushing it open. The dean was even happier to see her coming: "It's a bit late today, you haven't eaten the first batch of fried cakes." , all went into her stomach, come here quickly or you have to wait."

The teacher's wife's voice also came from the kitchen: "Is Xiaomeng here, come here quickly, the teacher's wife just made it very hot."

Meng Xinqiao saw Liu Xizhao who was sitting on the sofa eating fried cakes at a glance. He was obviously gentle and beautiful with bright eyes and kind eyes, but he didn't look like eating. One side had a bulging cheek, and he was staring at her with his eyes slightly open.

……

At the dinner table, Teacher Liu regained his dignity, and was almost "turned into anger" by the teacher's wife's words, "Hey, why did you suddenly change someone, where is the face who just walked in and shouted to order food?"

The dean looked at the two beautiful students sitting like adults and dogs, and grinned from ear to ear. He yelled at his wife, ordered a glass of white wine, and sipped it.

Afraid of embarrassment because they were unfamiliar, the teacher explained to Meng Xinqiao: "Zhaozhao is my doctoral student. She is shameless and skinless. You don't have to be afraid of her."

Liu Xizhao was immediately unhappy: "Teacher, you are my teacher, why don't you turn to me?"

The teacher's wife smiled: "It's not for you, I put a bowl of fried cakes for you, and Xiao Mengdu is so skinny that he doesn't eat as much as you."

Liu Xizhao: ...

Meng Xinqiao suddenly became even more embarrassed, and Teacher Liu couldn't help but die of anger.

Sure enough, when the two left the teacher's house together after dinner, Liu Xizhao had nothing to say along the way, and Meng Xinqiao was half a body behind her, following her like a little follower.

Crossing the road, traffic lights, and the constant flow of cars on the road, the night in the capital is not like night, the people on the street are busy, always rushing to the next stage of the journey.

Meng Xinqiao stood behind Liu Xizhao and waited for the green light.The night wind blows slowly, and the weather today is not too cold, with the warmth of early spring, Mr. Liu is wearing a dark cashmere coat, Meng Xinqiao is wrapped in a short black down jacket, wearing sweatpants and sneakers, staring at others. look over your shoulder.

"Mengxin Bridge."

Meng Xinqiao looked at her and didn't shout for the first time.

This is too much, she thought.

Sure enough, Liu Xizhao turned her head and looked at her with slight anger.

In Meng Xinqiao's eyes, she thought her slightly pursed lips were beautiful, but she didn't know what color lipstick she used.

The teacher Liu at the teacher's house is not the teacher Liu she used to know, Meng Xinqiao suddenly thinks she is so cute.

As cute as Xiao Liu.

Thinking of Xiaoliu, Meng Xinqiao began to feel sad again. He was really a scumbag, and he had evil feelings for his little apprentice and his teacher.

Moreover, when did you bend yourself?

When the light turned green, Liu Xizhao turned around and walked forward angrily. Meng Xinqiao followed her, and saw that she was holding a box of fried cakes in her coat pocket, and the fried cakes were dangling beside her legs. Ah Akira.

Meng Xinqiao remembered that he had heard relatives in the north say that children would hang lunch boxes all over their faces when they were angry.

Liu Xizhao was indeed a little angry. Meng Xinqiao was also a student under her supervision. She was always dignified, elegant and cautious in her words and deeds in front of students. She would only "expose her true nature" in front of familiar elders. Where? I thought I would be bumped into by Meng Xinqiao.

Besides, they are a little familiar.

It's better not to know at all.

This subtle embarrassment and anger culminated when she heard the student behind her laugh.

At this time they had already crossed the road, not far away was the gate of A, Liu Xizhao turned around and stared at Meng Xinqiao closely.

Meng Xinqiao looked at Teacher Liu and felt that he was probably crazy. She felt cute even when she was angry.

Liu Xizhao: "You are not allowed to laugh!"

Meng Xinqiao pressed the corners of his mouth down.

Meng Xinqiao waited for Teacher Liu to say something. Maybe Teacher Liu really had nothing to say, so she began to rummage through the plastic bag she had brought all the way.

"I can't eat, you take some."

Meng Xinqiao: "It's okay, I don't like this."

Liu Xizhao stared at her again, with warning in his eyes.

Meng Xinqiao kept silent and watched Liu Xizhao open the convenient lunch box, poured a few golden pastries into a plastic bag, held up the lunch box by herself, and handed the bag to Meng Xinqiao.

Now it's more like hanging lunch boxes all over your face, what should I do?Meng Xinqiao laughed again.

Liu Xizhao: ...

Meng Xinqiao coughed lightly, stopped laughing, stretched her long arms, and went to get the lunch box in Liu Xizhao's hand: "Give this to me, it's cold, you take the frozen hand."

Then she held up the lunch box and waved to Liu Xizhao: "Goodbye, Teacher Liu."

The 20-year-old girl smiled at Liu Xizhao under the street lamp. Her clothes were also clean. The ordinary down jacket and sweatpants made her slim waist and long legs. It was the refreshingness unique to young people. Both have the nice smell of sun-baked cotton.

Meng Xinqiao walked towards the school gate, and Liu Xizhao stood there for a while, then walked to the parking lot on the other road.

The two parted ways at the crossroads, and the matter passed like this, and no one mentioned it again.

Liu Xizhao sometimes wonders what Meng Xinqiao will think of herself in the future. She is not good anymore, unlike before, when she called her name, she would call it, but she didn't call it that day.

This child must feel that he is different from the surface, and it is likely to start to look the same.

Teacher Liu was sulking for a while by herself, but later found out that Meng Xinqiao only knew how to study and do experiments, only played basketball occasionally, and he was not a class leader in the student union. There was no sense of existence in front of Liu Xizhao at all.

Teacher Liu took a deep breath and felt that he was really unnecessary, so he decided to forget about it completely.

A week after school started like this, she saw Meng Xinqiao again in the office.

"Ms. Liu." Meng Xinqiao held a pile of materials: "This is the registration form for the start of the 19th grade bioengineering class. The teacher also said that you want to hold a meeting for us. Let me ask when it is."

Liu Xizhao blinked at her.

When Meng Xinqiao saw him, he suddenly smiled and said, "I'm the class monitor now, teacher."