Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Tong Xiyuan blushed and pushed Fan He's hand away, whispering, "Have you ever seen anyone with family members accompanying them to work?"

Fan He was silent for a moment, then let go of his hand, gritted his teeth secretly, and decided to get back all the dissatisfaction he had experienced during the day in bed at night.

Tong Xiyuan gave him an encouraging look, turned to Su Yiwen and said, "He can't read, so please ask Teacher Su to take care of him in the future."

Su Yiwen smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking to himself, you are really careless to ask me to take care of your wife.

But he still had a warm smile on his face, "With the village chief and other teachers here, everyone will take care of her."

Tong Xiyuan left with peace of mind. After returning home, he rode his bike to the town, intending to buy some pens and notebooks for Fan He to use for his studies.

What he didn't know was that as soon as he left, Fan He grabbed the bench behind Su Yiwen like a big boss, wiped it with a handkerchief, and sat aside without asking any questions.

Su Yiwen had been standing for a long time because of the registration. He was about to sit down and take a rest when no one was around, but when he turned around, he saw Fan He had snatched his stool, so he quickly turned his head back with a righteous look.

At about eleven o'clock, the village chief came over after finishing his work.

He first glanced at the registration form with less than 20 people, sighed, then noticed Fan He standing next to him, and said to Su Yiwen with a smile, "I have watched Xiao Fan grow up since she was a child. She is like my half-daughter. She didn't have much chance to learn to read before. She will be a support worker in school in the future. When she is not busy, let her attend your class as an auditor. You can teach her more when you are free."

Tong Xiyuan's face flashed through Su Yiwen's mind, and he hesitated, "Village Chief, this is not good, right?"

The village chief waved his hand and said, "What's wrong with that? We are all from the same village, so we should help each other."

"I..." Su Yiwen glanced at Fan He and whispered, "Village Chief, I'm still single."

Don't you think it's weird to put a single gay man and a married lesbian together?

The village chief sighed and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, the boy from the Tong family is not such a stingy person."

Su Yiwen: “…”

This sounds even more wrong.

But no matter what, he still agreed to it. After all, if he continued to refuse, the village chief might not have the same good impression of him as at the beginning. There were so many educated youth in the village, and only he and another person were selected to be teachers. Su Yiwen didn't want to continue working in the production team, because he would have no time to prepare for the exam, so he tried not to offend anyone.

At noon, several teachers from the school went to the team to eat a big pot meal. Su Yiwen also wanted to go, but after he raised his legs, he glanced at Fan He who was still sitting on the stool with his eyes closed, and then put his legs back.

"Ahem!" Su Yiwen coughed awkwardly, holding his glasses and choosing his words carefully, and asked, "Comrade, are you going to eat?"

Fan He didn't open his eyes or say a word.

Su Yiwen wondered if the other party thought he was not talking to him, and was about to ask again when he suddenly heard a "ding-ling" sound in the distance.

Fan He opened his eyes almost instantly, stood up and kicked the stool, just behind Su Yiwen. The edge of the stool touched Su Yiwen's knee, and he sat down reflexively.

Then Su Yiwen watched Fan He rub his face red, unscrew the water cup on the table and splash a few drops of water on his forehead.

Tong Xiyuan rode his bicycle along the shade of the trees under the school's earthen wall, and stopped steadily half a meter away from the table.

"Yuanyuan." Fan He called out in a tired voice.

Tong Xiyuan noticed that his cheeks were hot and red from the sun, so he quickly got out of the car and came over to wipe the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, and asked distressedly: "Why don't you take a rest when no one is around?"

As he asked, he looked behind the table for a stool, and his eyes happened to meet Su Yiwen's.

Their eyes met, a little embarrassed.

Su Yiwen, sitting on a stool, greeted him with a half-smile, and was about to explain, but his heart was completely broken.

Tong Xiyuan smiled back at him, turned around and took down a stainless steel lunch box wrapped in a cloth bag from the handlebars of the bicycle, handed it over and said, "Thank you for taking care of me today, Teacher Su. I cooked too much today. If you don't mind, you can take it and eat it."

In fact, he did it on purpose. After all, after coming to this world, he had not yet become friends with the protagonist, let alone protect him.

Fan He frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure hidden in his eyes.

Su Yiwen stood up. His calves felt a little sore after standing for the whole morning. It was his duty to eat Tong Xiyuan's meal, but it was Fan He who took his stool for the whole morning.

But at this moment, with Fan He's "frame-up" in front of him, Su Yiwen inexplicably felt that he really didn't deserve it.

Tong Xiyuan didn't care what he was thinking. He put down the stainless steel lunch box and left with Fan He.

After watching them walk away, Su Yiwen found a shady place to open the lunch box. He thought it was just simple vegetarian dishes and steamed buns, but he didn't expect it to contain one meat and one vegetable with rice.

Are you so nice to him, a stranger you just met?

He picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork belly and put it in his mouth. While eating, he thought that Tong Xiyuan was a really good person and worthy of close friendship.

In the following time, life gradually became regular.

Tong Xiyuan went to work in the restaurant during the day and came back to study with Fan He at night. The small grid notebook he bought was filled with Fan He's writing. Tong Xiyuan naturally thought that this man was full of enthusiasm for learning and was probably very serious in school.

Until one Friday, he came back from town a little early and planned to visit the school and give Fan He a surprise.

In the classroom, children below the third grade were copying Chinese characters attentively, while children in the fourth and fifth grades were looking up and listening to Su Yiwen's lecture.

Tong Xiyuan Mao searched by the window for a while and found Fan He who was eavesdropping at the window on the other side.

The man lowered his head with a serious look on his face, the pen in his hand shaking constantly, and even the branches coming in from the window could not disturb him.

Tong Xiyuan smiled, walked around the back of the classroom, tiptoed under the big tree, and took a peek at Fan He's notebook. The smile on his face froze.

???

Who can tell him who the person in Van Helmer's notebook is, wearing a shirt and trousers, with plump and round buttocks and a slender waist with a black belt that creates a seductive curve?

As if knowing the doubts in his mind, the person in the window changed his brushstrokes and added facial features and hair to the person in the painting.

Messy natural curls, big watery eyes...

Tong Xiyuan wanted to raise his hand to knock on the window, but was afraid of scaring the other children in the class who were studying, so he angrily picked up a fallen leaf and threw it in, hitting Fan He right on the forehead.

After throwing it, he bent down and walked away. He was too embarrassed to confront Fan He. If he attracted the attention of Su Yiwen and the children, Tong Xiyuan would not know how to face their innocent eyes. The painting looked not serious at all.

Inside the window, Fan He curled his lips to catch the fallen leaves, and touched the lips of the person in the painting with the tip of the pen. After a while, he turned his head to look out the window, just in time to see Tong Xiyuan's departing back.