Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

This question has not been answered until Chi Xiaochi's summer vacation.

He sat opposite Zhu Shoucheng and wrote "Happy Summer Vacation".

After Zhu Shoucheng wrote a lesson plan on the computer, he poked his head out and asked him, "Is there anything wrong?"

Chi Xiaochi just took a geometry problem at random, and humbly asked for advice on where the auxiliary line should be drawn.

According to his observation, Zhu Shoucheng is a very patient person.

No wonder he failed to notice Zhu Shoucheng's malice when he was a child. In the first three days of tutoring, Zhu Shoucheng did not show any intention of crossing the line. Can't fault anything either.

He can only wait.

Like Chi Xiaochi, Zhu Shoucheng was also waiting.

Zhu Shoucheng is an experienced hunter, and Chi Xiaochi is a rare and excellent prey in his career.

If I can make Chi Xiaochi fall in love with him...

in case……

With such a beautiful dream, after helping Chi Xiaochi solve the geometry problem, Zhu Shoucheng returned to the computer and continued to write on the "teaching plan": Chi Xiaochi lacks fatherly and motherly love, and should be cared for emotionally.

Finally, he added today's newly edited content into a folder named "Chi Xiaochi".

Every student he loves will have such an exclusive folder on his computer.

The next day, after Chi Xiaochi came to his home, he held down the homework book he was about to open, as if he was afraid that Chi Xiaochi's parents at work would hear, he hissed, and said softly: "We won't study today, Let's go fishing with the teacher."

As he expected, Chi Xiaochi blinked in surprise and joy: "Fishing?"

Zhu Shoucheng knew that there were very few children of Chi Xiaochi's age who really liked studying. They would rather go out for a day without any purpose than stare at the exercise book for an hour.

Having been with children all the year round, Zhu Shoucheng's adult air is mixed with a childish air that does not match his age, which makes it easy for him to let the children have the illusion that "he and I are one country", which is quite affectionate.

He smiled and said, "Yes. The teacher wants to be lazy today and doesn't want to go to class. Can you accompany the teacher?"

If you want to get closer to your child quickly, it is very simple, just play with him, please him, and then share the same secret with him.

Zhu Shoucheng took Chi Xiaochi to a fishing pond he often visited.

The owner of the fish pond recognized him, and when he saw him carrying a fishing rod, he warmly greeted him: "Mr. Zhu, you brought the students to fish again."

Zhu Shoucheng nodded to the boss.

And these words really aroused Chi Xiaochi's curiosity.

Zhu Shoucheng bowed his head and explained with a smile: "Teacher likes fishing."

He has studied and compared, and fishing is a very suitable activity for bringing students.

Boys of this age have seldom fished before. They just feel that the name is new, but they usually don’t take the initiative to try it. They often get anxious after sitting for a while.

At this time, it was time for Zhu Shoucheng to make a move.

His fishing skills are quite superb, he has prepared fragrant baits by himself, and has thoroughly understood the habits of the fish in this river. As long as he secretly changes the bait, within 5 minutes, there will be fish hooked.

Children of Chi Xiaochi's age, regardless of gender, will more or less feel admiration for those who "do what they can't do easily".

About half an hour later, as planned, Zhu Shoucheng took Chi Xiaochi's fishing rod and fished for him, while he spread his legs on the small stool and slapped the mosquitoes.

Mosquitoes were always plentiful by the water, and without Zhu Shoucheng's reminder, Chi Xiaochi didn't bring anything, so Zhu Shoucheng lent the toilet water he had prepared to Chi Xiaochi for use.

Seeing the light green liquid smearing on his bare arms and calves, Zhu Shoucheng swallowed lightly, and properly suppressed the greedy look in his eyes.

"Xiaochi, your legs are so white and straight." Zhu Shoucheng's compliment did not contain any sensuality, just like an ordinary sincere compliment, "You should play basketball."

Chi Xiaochi lowered his head and smeared his calf. The slender and soft muscles were pressed into a wonderful arc under his palm: "I play basketball well."

Zhu Shoucheng said, "Really? Let's compete some other day?"

Chi Xiaochi was surprised: "Teacher can play basketball?"

At this time, Zhu Shoucheng's fishing rod was bent by a fat stupid fish.

He threw the fish out of the water and onto the ground.

Seeing Chi Xiaochi's eyes light up instantly, Zhu Shoucheng was satisfied.

He picked up the fish and took the hook out of the fish's mouth, his eyes were like the fish's, with a strange shimmer.

At night, when he returned home, he threw his clothes on the bed, pulled up his collar, and his body was full of the garlic aroma of grilled fish.

But Zhu Shoucheng didn't want to take a bath.

He recalled the way the boy chewed the fish under the lamplight, how he peeled the skin and separated the tender flesh with his chopsticks.

He was extremely fortunate that he had not given up on this prey before.

Zhu Shoucheng thought that he had found love again.

When he was in the right mood, his son called a congratulatory phone call.

He said that his plan to work in the United States has been highly praised by his superiors. If there is no accident, he will go to the United States for preliminary work in about a week.

The son expressed deep reluctance on the phone, saying that the only thing he couldn't rest assured about was his father, and asked his father if he wanted to go abroad with him.

Zhu Shoucheng was guarding his garden, it was the spring breeze, and he was full of sweet love, how could he agree to such a proposal, and gently refused: "Okay, as we agreed before, I will go to you as soon as I retire , when the time comes, I will take care of Meizi’s children for you in the United States, ah.”

The son on the phone was a little choked up, saying that Meizi would pack his luggage for him, and he wanted to hurry home and spend two days with his father while he was still in the country.

This undoubtedly disrupted Zhu Shoucheng's attack rhythm.

But he knew how to manage his own image, so after putting down the phone, he went to Chi's house in person and asked Chi Xiaochi's parents for two days' leave.

For the next two days, he could only watch Xiaochi pass by secretly through the crack of the door, listen to his two steps down the stairs, and the sound of video game music coming from the diagonally opposite downstairs room, imagine Looking at Chi Xiaochi's expression when he did all this, his heart was full of sweetness.

Zhu Shoucheng is a very affectionate person. When he makes up his mind to fall in love with each student, he will immerse himself in it wholeheartedly. Therefore, he can gain a new period of youth every time.

After his son reluctantly bid farewell to him, Chi Xiaochi started his daily tutoring again.

In order to dilute his possible boredom of studying after having fun, and to prevent him from transferring this boredom to himself, Zhu Shoucheng was not in a hurry to guide his homework, but chatted during tutoring time and asked him with concern: " Xiaochi, you have a rash on your body."

Chi Xiaochi raised his arm: "Yes. I'm prone to rashes when the seasons change."

"We're an old building here. It's already humid. If it gets hotter, it won't be easy to get rashes." Zhu Shoucheng took out the ointment specially used to treat dermatitis, seemingly unintentionally, "It's an old problem. Didn't think to prepare some medicine for you?"

Chi Xiaochi pouted: "They don't care about such things. They only think that I was bitten by a mosquito."

Zhu Shoucheng shook his head and said, "It's outrageous."

Zhu Shoucheng's notes clearly stated that in order to win the sympathy of young boys, there are a few simple tricks, scolding teachers, scolding parents, and talking about girls.

Try a hundred spirits.

The result this time did not disappoint him.

Zhu Shoucheng easily pried open Chi Xiaochi's chatterbox, and the two complained about Chi's parents together, and talked about the evening. Chi Xiaochi became more and more angry, and he didn't even want to go home. Play here with the teacher.

When Zhu Shoucheng heard the words, a small fire burst into his heart, and his throat was parched from the roast.

But he still adhered to the steps of the lesson plan written in advance, and said gently, he still has to go home, but if you want, the door of the teacher's house is open to you at any time.

The development of the matter was so just right, it even made Zhu Shoucheng feel a little boring.

This hunt was hardly any challenge for the veteran hunter.

Fortunately, the prey is attractive enough, which greatly reduces the boredom of the chasing process.

During nearly half a month of tutoring time, Zhu Shoucheng took good care of this beautiful fruit, moistening things silently to ripen it little by little.

Summer is a good season for harvesting.

One day at noon, when the electric switch jumped off with a click, and when he was tossing and turning in bed sweating profusely, and found that he missed Chi Xiaochi unbearably, Zhu Shoucheng knew that it was time.

Zhu Shoucheng got out of bed wearing slippers, checked the refrigerator, and prepared candy in the bedside table.

Every child will get a candy after being harvested.

When Zhu Shoucheng spread out the bed sheet a little bit, he touched a light brown halo, and then suddenly remembered that this bed sheet seemed to have been used by a child who was lying here last time.

No matter how much you wash it, you can't wash off the blood on it.

Zhu Shoucheng still vaguely remembered the blank eyes of the child lying on the bed after the incident.

He whispered: "Teacher, did I do something wrong?"

Zhu Shoucheng told him that this was love, and then took his photo.

... down to every detail.

As a skilled worker, Zhu Shoucheng was too aware of the intensity of a boy's shame.

They don't talk about their hurt because the world is talking about sex changes every day.

If a weak girl is hurt and can rely on "women's natural physical weakness" to add a layer of helpless sadness, then a boy doesn't even deserve this support, and he will even get a sense of support in addition to the harm. The contempt of his masculinity.

"Aren't you going to run away?"

"Can't even fight?"

"Then you are really useless, you can't even fight."

Boys who were hurt when they were young are often a hundred times ashamed to speak up than girls. Even if they are anonymous on the Internet, they are unwilling to speak out. others to see.

The photos and videos left by Zhu Shoucheng cut off their last courage to retaliate.

Unless Zhu Shoucheng is killed, no one can guarantee whether these things left behind when they were ignorant will be spread to the outside world, whether they will destroy their existing family, ruin their reputation, and make them become other people. The little gossip and jokes after dinner.

The roots of their lives have never been hurt. Should they pinch off the flowers that they had so easily grown in the ruins because of this person?

As a result, in the end, there was only a sentence of "forget it" that seemed to be calm and breezy, but was actually riddled with holes.

Zhu Shoucheng did not change the bed sheet.

He walked to Chi Xiaochi's house and knocked on the door.

"Did you take a nap? There's a power outage here. It's so hot. I have mung bean popsicles at home. Would you like to come?"

The bleary-eyed child inside followed unsuspectingly with his schoolbag as usual.

Zhu Shoucheng stared fascinatedly at the child eating mung bean popsicles, and gently wiped the corners of his lips with paper.

Chi Xiaochi subconsciously hid for a while at first, but soon calmed down: "Thank you teacher."

A beautiful child, no matter what she says is the most attractive.

And a beautiful and docile child, in Zhu Shoucheng's view, is the treasure of this world.

Zhu Shoucheng speaks love words softly and frantically, tenderly, admiringly, full of poetry and passion of prose poetry.

The progress went beyond imagination, and Chi Xiaochi was as ignorant as all the children he had ever seen. Under his command, he lay down on the bloody bed sheet.

When Zhu Shoucheng was about to cover his body on his fruit and prepare to harvest it, he froze suddenly.

"……teacher."

Chi Xiaochi's voice sounded a little trembling, but Zhu Shoucheng had no time to distinguish whether it was from fear or excitement.

"Why are you not moving?"

Cold sweat dripped down Zhu Shoucheng's back.

...He didn't know when Chi Xiaochi held that paper cutter in his hand.

But now, the tip of the knife gleaming with snow was resting between his legs.