Two slow-moving people fall in love

As soon as Shen Huiyi put the dishes on the table, she heard a faint human voice coming through the half-covered door. She wiped her hands and went up to meet Huang Yifan poking her head out from the entrance, "Teacher, what kind of food is so delicious?" !"

Han Xuan walked in behind him and greeted him a little restrainedly.

"Can't you smell it with your nose?" The old lady smiled and waved to Han Xuan: "Xiao Han, come and sit down, and dinner will be ready soon."

Han Xuan stepped forward with his sleeves rolled up: "Let me help, teacher."

"Sit down," Shen Huiyi pushed him back: "Just another soup, let's eat first."

Huang Ruihe also came out, took off his apron and let them eat first: "The soup has to wait another 10 minutes, it's a bit late."

Huang Rui and his wife are both professors re-employed by the school, with the unique calmness and elegance of the older generation of intellectuals.The old lady was one of the first batch of dancers who went abroad to study at public expense. Her horizons were broader and many of her ideas were more open. Now that she is over sixty years old, she still wears a cheongsam with her hair in a bun and wears simple and elegant makeup to give classes to students. The popularity is very good.

Huang Ruihe's personality is completely opposite to his wife's. He is unsmiling and strict, and has strict requirements on students.Huang Yifan had an unruly temper, usually he would feel shy when he saw him, but at this moment he immediately stood up to say hello, and consciously dragged Han Xuan to serve the meal.

After a table of people finished eating, Han Xuan packed up the dishes and took them into the kitchen without saying a word. Huang Yifan peeked at the two teachers, got up and followed them in: "...I'll do it."

Han Xuan looked at the reluctance written on his face, smiled and whispered: "You just stay here, and then go out after I finish washing."

Huang Yifan turned his head to look at the empty restaurant, grabbed his shoulders, and rubbed the top of his head with his height advantage: "It's better that we, Xuan'er, understand me."

Han Xuan hummed twice, quickly washing the dishes in his hands, and joked casually: "I don't think Mr. Huang treats you well at ordinary times, why are you so obedient when you see him?"

"I'm not afraid that he will turn around..." Huang Yifan stopped speaking in the middle of speaking.

Han Xuan asked: "What happened when you turned back?"

"What else can I do?" Huang Yifan changed the subject abruptly, "...I'm afraid he won't let me pass by the end of the term."

I don't know if it's because of my overthinking. For a moment, Han Xuan felt that his tone was weird, but before he could think about it, Huang Yifan raised his voice slightly, and said in a normal tone: "Let's talk about it, I'm talking to Professor Huang. Respect, as the old saying goes, respect teachers and pay attention to teaching.”

So Han Xuan didn't delve into it, put the drained water in the bowl and put it away, and replied without raising his head: "Yes, don't worry, Teacher Huang must have heard it."

"Hey!" Huang Yifan reached out and ruffled his hair, pretending to be resentful and said: "Xuan Er, you have changed, you were not like this before."

"..." Han Xuan didn't answer him right away, and turned to him solemnly after setting the last bowl, "Old Huang, have you ever thought about a possibility?"

Huang Yifan: "What?"

Han Xuan pointed out the window: "Actually, you took the wrong admission letter four years ago, and you should have sex next door."

"...No, I'm telling you the truth," Huang Yifan continued calmly, "I just graduated from X drama, and I came here to study my second major."

Han Xuan: ...

Han Xuan: "You won."

He dried his hands and returned to the living room with Huang Yifan.Shen Huiyi was talking to Huang Ruihe, and seeing them coming, she said with a smile, "Come and sit down, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Han."

Han Xuan quickly waved his hands and said yes, while Huang Yifan protested, "Why didn't you say you worked hard, Yifan?"

Shen Huiyi said teasingly: "How can I not know whether you have made a move or not?"

Huang Yifan hurriedly sat down beside her: "That's right, you must be so wise and obvious at a glance, hehe."

Shen Huiyi said: "Don't be poor, I'm talking about you."

She motioned Han Xuan to sit closer: "I watched the video you recorded this afternoon with your teacher Huang... When did Yifan tell you?"

Han Xuan answered this morning.

Shen Huiyi nodded approvingly: "If you can string together the movements in one afternoon, then rehearsals will not be a problem."

Sitting next to him, Huang Yifan interjected: "That's right, Han Xuan is really amazing."

Han Xuan smiled, but did not speak.

Huang Ruihe suddenly said: "It's a month from now to the joint row... I'm still a bit rushed, I remember you have exams next week?"

Han Xuan replied: "Next Wednesday."

Huang Ruihe pondered for a moment, then looked at Shen Huiyi: "What did Wu Ke say?"

"Just about to talk about it." Shen Huiyi smiled and said, "Xiao Wu will come over at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Then you two go together and let her see what's wrong."

Han Xuan suddenly became nervous when he heard the words - he has always taken joining Limon as his highest goal, and every member of Limon is also the target of his efforts to catch up. Now that he suddenly knows that he will meet one of his idols soon, he feels uneasy It is beyond words: "Then, then I will practice again tonight."

"Don't be so nervous," Shen Huiyi looked at him sitting upright on the sofa, and comforted her: "She just watched a few decomposition movements, you go back to sleep early, don't practice until midnight again."

Huang Yifan: "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him tonight and make sure he goes to bed on time at ten o'clock."

Han Xuan only smiled cooperatively when he heard the words, but his back was not relaxed at all.

Except for him dancing solo at the party in his freshman year, this is the second time Huang Yifan saw him so nervous. If this mood continues, Han Xuan's performance tomorrow will definitely be affected. Huang Yifan is a little anxious and doesn't know what to do. Suddenly remembered the conversation between himself and Han Xuan on the road.

He hurriedly raised his voice: "That's right!"

Han Xuanzheng was a little immersed in his own emotions, but he was taken aback, and both of them looked at him together with Shen Huiyi.

Huang Ruihe frowned slightly, and said with reproach: "How grown up, why are you still so surprised."

Huang Yifan laughed, and turned to Shen Huiyi and said, "Teacher, I suddenly remembered, do you know someone from the Children's Palace?"

Shen Huiyi asked what happened.

He glanced at Han Xuan, and continued: "If Han Xuan can pass, won't he be able to go back this winter vacation? He asked me today if there is any place where I can get a winter vacation job. I was thinking, didn't you mention the Children's Palace last time?" Is there a shortage of people..."

"Ah, there is such a thing." He remembered Shen Huiyi as soon as he said it, and turned to Han Xuan and said, "The assistant teacher of the Chinese dance class in the Children's Palace has something to do at home, and he won't be back until March. If you don't go back during the winter vacation , just go there to help, the salary is not low, but I am a little tired."

Originally, Han Xuan didn't think about how much money he would make during the winter vacation, but just to make up for the laundry expenses. Seeing that there was a ready-made job at this time, he naturally agreed.

Shen Huiyi didn't delay, and immediately contacted the person in charge.

When Han Xuan was interrupted like this, his nervousness subsided a lot, and when he raised his eyes again, he happened to meet Huang Yifan's searching gaze.

The concern on Huang Yifan's face couldn't be more obvious, and he finally understood like a dream, why Huang Yifan suddenly asked him about the winter vacation job for him.

And Huang Yifan is such a rough person, he can actually sense his own emotions, and come up with such a way to help him dispel...

He smiled gratefully at Huang Yifan, feeling in a daze that there was a radiator installed in his heart, and the warmth was pumped from the heart, engulfing the already warm blood, and flowing into his limbs and bones.

The author has something to say:

This is not Huang Yifan, this is me.I write my heart by hand [Wei laughs]