Rebel Demon King

Chapter 337
Cheng Mo got off the bus with a black schoolbag on his back. Most people always think that bigwigs with over 202 million assets who still ride the bus are just putting on a show, so Cheng Mo can tell you: no.Of course, he could also choose to take a taxi, but there happened to be an empty [-] passing in front of him, and he naturally got on the bus. As long as there are seats on the bus, it is actually much more comfortable than taking a taxi.

In summer at ten o'clock in the morning, the streets are empty and there are no people. The shops along the road are closed with glass doors, and they look lifeless. People in the sun can't open their eyes. Weak as a small animal shrunk into a ball.

Cheng Mo glanced at Teacher Shen's apartment from a distance, the eye-catching black window lattice looks like deep pupils, it is really hard to believe that the gentle and elegant Teacher Shen would like such a cold color, maybe everyone has something that is difficult for others to pry into the other side.

including yourself.

Cheng Mo walked through the empty long street. The most difficult summer for him in the past was not so difficult to bear. Cheng Mo guessed that it was the result of the strengthening of the body. He touched the sweat on his forehead, and his whole hand was wet in an instant. , if it were changed to before, he would definitely feel dizzy after sweating so much, but today, he feels refreshed.
"Solve Shen Mengjie's matter, and then go for a physical examination." Cheng Mo walked into the elevator, looking at the shadow in the stainless steel mirror that he didn't look so weak anymore, and said in his heart.

At the door of Teacher Shen's house, Cheng Mo unloaded the schoolbag on his back, then knocked on the door lightly and rhythmically, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone, and soon there was a gentle sound from inside :"coming."

Like fudge wrapped in fruit juice.

The dark brown anti-theft door opened, and Teacher Shen, wearing an apron and holding a pair of chopsticks, appeared in front of Cheng Mo's eyes. Her long hair was tied into a braid, hanging along her slender and fair neck on her high chest , the simple retro linen dress was embroidered with a cluster of roses that looked like splashed ink, the sunlight outside the corridor slanted on her face, and the blazing heat turned into tenderness.

It was difficult for Cheng Mo to describe exactly what a literary girl should be like before, but now he finally has a feeling, probably like Mr. Shen, the poet's pen, the timeless and flawless jasmine that grows in the distance.
"What? Do you think today's dress is inappropriate? Suspected of being tender?" Shen Youyi asked with a light smile, that sweet smile overflowed from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, as if not so intoxicating rice wine.

Cheng Mo came back to his senses, "No, it's very suitable. If Sister Xi goes to class dressed like this, it will definitely cause a sensation."

"Yo! I haven't seen you for more than a month. Not only have I grown taller, but my mouth has also become sweeter!" Shen Youyi took Cheng Mo's slippers and put them on the black carpet at the door. There were two white rabbits on the blue plastic slippers. Cute like women's slippers.

There was a warm current surging in Cheng Mo's heart. He took off his canvas shoes, put on the slippers, bent down and put the canvas shoes neatly by the wall.Cheng Mo straightened up, and asked a little puzzled, "Have you grown taller?"

"Yeah! I've grown taller!" Shen Youyi stretched out his hand to compare the top of Bi Chengmo's head, and then compared himself, "You used to be about the same height as me, but now you are a little taller than me! Not bad! Come on! Keep growing, Strive to grow to 1.8 meters"

Cheng Mo didn't care about his height at first, but now he feels that it would be good if he could really grow to 1.8 meters, because women always think that a man with a strong individual will have a sense of security. More specifically, this kind of strength can be power, money and violence.

Women always care more about security than men, so you can see that the object of women's imagination is always a domineering president-type man.

"I don't know what kind of man Mr. Shen would like." This thought flashed through Cheng Mo's mind, and in a blink of an eye he secretly laughed at his boredom.Just as he wondered why his mother fell in love with his father, this question hidden deep in his heart will never have an answer. I heard that childbirth is the highest level of pain, so why not kill him?

Why bother to endure this pain?This seems to be good for everyone. He thought that when his mother left, he still had some concerns about him. Otherwise, he would not have taken away all the photo albums, leaving only a few photos with his father. Cheng Mo guessed that his father had spent his whole life. Those are the few photos I took!So much so that the photo on the work card has to be used for the portrait.

"Sit down first, I just started cooking. I'm making soup, ribs and radishes." Shen Youyi walked into the living room.

"Wait, sister Xi!" Cheng Mo unzipped his backpack and took out a beautifully wrapped box with a beautiful bow tied on the pink gift paper. He handed the box to Shen Youyi, "This is the bag I was in Italy. I bought a glass pen."

"Glass pen?" Shen Youyi took it with some surprise, "Can you take it apart?"

Cheng Mo nodded.

Shen Youyi put the chopsticks on the edge of the coffee table, wiped his hands with the apron, carefully unwrapped the bowknot, and tore off the gift paper. Inside was a rectangular black cardboard box with gold-plated Italian writing on it: Bortoletti.

Shen Youyi opened the box, and there was a slender dark purple glass pen inside. At the bottom of the glass pen holder, which was crystal clear like dots of starry sky, there was also a circle of carved copper pieces, a strong European gorgeous retro style, the beauty is quite amazing .

Shen Youyi sighed: "Italians are full of talent in art."

Cheng Mo watched Shen Youyi take the pen out of the box with an amazed expression, and felt a slight sense of satisfaction in his heart. For the first time, he realized that giving is also a kind of happiness. He said softly: "Italian We show the unprecedented spectacle of literature, art and elegance they created. Probably every Italian is born to advocate freedom, rebellion, and vanity. Of course, they also enjoy sex and violence. They live quite classically, everyone Most Italians think and perceive problems in the way of Ovid (Note 1)."

When it comes to sex and Ovid, Cheng Mo's expression is not different. Even if the beautiful woman in front of him is his teacher, he doesn't think it's inappropriate to discuss these taboo topics for Chinese people Yes, there is no evil in the heart, so naturally there is nothing to say.

But Shen Youyi is not as calm and indifferent as Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo grew up chatting with his father about various taboo topics. He knew that what he talked about with his father was shocking to ordinary people, so he restrained himself and simply mentioned a word and a name just now. Cheng Mo ignored that Shen Youyi grew up in a scholarly family, unlike him who grew up with a Western-style education, Shen Youyi is more closed and traditional than ordinary people.

So Shen Youyi's face turned red immediately, like a gorgeous sunset in summer.

She didn't even dare to look at Cheng Mo's face, she pretended to cough violently a few times to cover up the truth of blushing, avoided the topic of "sex and Ovid", and said solemnly: "Cheng Mo didn't expect you to know so well Girls! I’m really good at picking gifts. I also bought two glass pens from Kawanishi Glass. There is a flowing beauty in the texture of the pen body, which is completely different from the retro beauty of Bortoletti.”

In fact, Shen Youyi was thinking in his heart: "What a disgrace, to be timid in front of a student!"

Cheng Mo looked at Shen Youyi's shy face, and said thoughtfully, "I looked pretty, and thought your handwriting was pretty good, so I bought it."

Shen Youyi put the pen back into the box, covered the box again, and put it on the coffee table, "Thank you for being so thoughtful, it should be quite expensive, right?"

Cheng Mo shook his head, "It's not expensive. But it's troublesome to bring it back. I was afraid that it would be broken by the violent airport baggage man in the box, so I wrapped the sponge twice and caught it in the middle of the clothes."

Shen Youyi smiled, and picked up the chopsticks on the coffee table, "It seems that this semester we need to cook a small stove. You sit on the sofa for a while, there are drinks and water in the refrigerator, and I will continue to cook." Shen Youyi looked up Looking at the white wooden clock hanging on the wall, he said, "The table can be served at about twelve o'clock."

Shen Youyi turned around and walked into the kitchen, Cheng Mo sat on the soft sofa, he looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, making people not want to go out, he thought that if it was a stormy weather today, it would be fine, the wind howled outside the window, There was a humming echo in the blowing room, and the high wind and showers washed the walls of the tall buildings.

He was sitting on the rocking chair on the balcony reading a long novel, the quiet ancient songs were playing on the speakers, the refrigerator was full of fruits and drinks, and Teacher Shen was in the kitchen.

The wind and rain outside are not stopping, the indoor lights are dim, there are steaming three or two small dishes on the table, and a bowl of soft, glutinous and sweet rice
The small house isolates the scorching sun and wind and rain, like a bunker, like a fortress.

The taste of home is probably like this.

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It was not the first time that Cheng Mo helped Shen Youyi clean up the table after dinner, so the two cooperated very skillfully. When Shen Youyi finished washing the dishes and returned to the living room, she had already taken off her clothes. With the apron off, the body line is even more sinuous and rugged.

"May I invite you to watch a movie this afternoon?" Shen Youyi took out half a piece of watermelon sealed with plastic wrap from the refrigerator.

"Maybe I won't be able to go." Cheng Mo knew that he had to break this warm scene.

"What, do you have something to do this afternoon?" Shen Youyi put the watermelon on the stainless steel tray, picked up the shiny silver fruit knife, bent over and began to slice it quickly.

"Actually, I came to you, and there is another thing." Cheng Mo watched the braids swaying gently in the air, and the sunlight outside the window kissed her cheeks, as if sprinkled with gold powder, exuding erratic light , and that faint smile, like the spring when all things are revived, he regretted that he was going to throw this troublesome thing to Mr. Shen.

"Another thing? It can't be that there is any change in the condition?" Seeing that Cheng Mo's expression was a little serious, Shen Youyi stopped cutting the watermelon, his face changed, and he asked anxiously.

Cheng Mo shook his head, "It has nothing to do with me, it has something to do with Shen Mengjie."

　Note 1 - Ovid, the ancient Roman poet.

　　Born at Sulmo, near Rome, and died at Tommy by the Black Sea.As a young man, he studied rhetoric in Rome and was interested in poetry.He was married three times, and the third wife was from a famous family, which gave him the opportunity to enter the upper class and make friends with royal poets.

　　In 1 AD, "The Art of Love" was published, describing the skills of love, teaching the art of seduction and adultery, which conflicted with the moral reform policy promoted by Augustus.He was exiled to Tomi in AD 8, and the poet died of depression 10 years later.He was one of the most influential poets of ancient Rome.

　　
　
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