Moon and people are still

The end of the semester came in a hurry, and left in a hurry. After the last subject exam, the study atmosphere in the dormitory that had been shrouded for nearly a month suddenly changed and became very hooligan.

Obviously, I was still discussing the last question of the multiple-choice question a minute ago, but then, unexpectedly, the discussion was too intense. When I was about to get the draft paper, I accidentally tripped over Huang Ye's leg, and almost fell on Zhao Jie. In her arms, the scene of such a romantic idol drama immediately ushered in shouts, Zhao Jie lowered her head and wanted to kiss me, but I stopped her with a slap on the face.

My cell phone rang very subtly. After I stood up, I took it out of my coat. It was a WeChat message from He Yuan.

Zhao Jie said angrily, "I'm looking for a girlfriend."

I made a gesture to hit her, but she laughed and avoided it.

He Yuan didn't look for me, but replied to the message I sent her in the morning, probably because she just saw it after the exam.

After reading it, I put away my phone and prepared to send my roommates away.

Sending roommates away is also something that must be done at the end of each year. Who made me a lowly local.The local people no longer have a proud identity. If you are different from others or have disagreements with others, they will throw xenophobia in your face, making you dumbfounded.In addition, they are so numerous that you cannot resist them.

Obviously we people in City A are easy to get along with.

So, as a landlord, I have to be squeezed by these little people every time at the end of the semester, forcing me to send them to the station.

Although they are far and wide, it is a coincidence that their buses are all next to each other, and they can always be delivered within an hour.

When we left, we vigorously wore the blue uniforms we bought earlier, but because they were sweaters, the weather has been much colder recently, so we added two thin sweaters inside.What Huang Ye meant was that this would show that our dormitory is united and loving, but in my opinion, if such a group of people go out, it can only show that our dormitory is full of fat people.

When the fat people arrived at the school gate, they realized that it was very inconvenient to move around, but they had to wear the clothes they insisted on, even if they were fat, they had to wear them to the end.So we lined up in a row, feeling very melancholy in the cold wind, wearing too many clothes and being bloated so that our activities were not very smooth, and we might not be able to squeeze on the bus for a while.

But unexpectedly, the bus did not come, but a private car came.

It stopped firmly in front of the four of us, and just as I was about to move away, the window was suddenly lowered, and a familiar voice came from the driver's seat.

"cocoa."

The three of them were obviously a little more excited than me. Seeing Jing Yi in the car, they all rushed up before I could answer, without any signs of mobility issues.

"Mr. Jing is good."

"Mr. Jing is such a coincidence."

"Is Teacher Jing going home?"

Teacher Jing in the car answered the questions one by one, and then asked if we were going to the station, and she could give us a ride.

So when my eyelids were lowered, they were very rude and asked Jing Yi to open the trunk very familiarly, then threw their heavy luggage in very easily, opened the back door and squeezed in one by one.

Huang Ye, who entered last, noticed my presence, patted my shoulder, and said to me, "Why are you standing there!"

I can't laugh or cry.

Should I thank my caring roommates for leaving me the co-pilot position.

Close the door, fasten your seat belt and drive on the road.

During the half an hour to the station, perhaps the roommates were afraid of embarrassment, and they searched for topics one after another to chat with Jing Yi. This is also the chat process. We learned from Jing Yi that the English test paper has been revised and entered into the system Here, she came to school today to do this.

"Want to know who has the highest score in the class?" Jing Yi suddenly asked.

Like a quick question and answer in a kindergarten, Zhao Jie suddenly raised her hand, leaned closer, and answered, "Is that Lin Hua? She seems to be pretty good at English."

Jing Yi paused, tilted his head and gave a low laugh, shook his head and said, "No."

Without continuing to hide, she turned her head and glanced at me. I happened to be looking at her too. Such a sudden exchange of glances made me glance away, and then I heard her say, "It's Keke."

After the words fell, I heard the sound of my roommates gasping for air.

Huang Ye poked my head twice very bluntly, and asked with disbelief: "Mr. Jing, is this Coco?"

Jing Yi concentrated on driving, and still said with a smile: "Is there another Keke in your class?"

"Wow!" Yingqing patted me on the shoulder: "You can." She pushed Huang Ye away a little, leaned over and said, "Aren't you the lowest grade in the fourth grade among us? Why are you so good this semester?"

I turned my head and gave her a blank look: "Why! Can't you!"

Huang Ye giggled a few times: "Okay, you are the most serious about the science of English this semester, and we all see it." After Huang Ye finished speaking, he turned to Jing Yi: "Ms. Jing, but can she I like you."

Yingqing also added: "Yes, Teacher Jing, I've never seen her take any subject so seriously, and her cell phone..."

I heard something bad, so I immediately turned my head and booed the three of them.

If this reveals my WeChat and photo album, it would be shameless.

After all, the roommates are on my side. After I made such a gesture, they also felt that they shouldn't say so much. After the three of them looked at each other, they laughed.

And Jing Yi still drove seriously, as if he was just a driver we hired, he didn't speak or express his opinion.

This is probably the way teachers and students get along.

I used to help my cousin lead a group of students. At that time, that group of students chatted unscrupulously in front of me like us. I really wanted to know the details that I didn’t understand and wanted to participate in the discussion, but I am a teacher. As a teacher, I have to pay attention to my image, I have to pretend I didn't hear it, and I can't ask.

Really aggrieved.

But I don't know if Jing Yi is aggrieved or not, she just looks like I will leave after sending you to your destination.

It is also the appearance that this matter has nothing to do with oneself, which has opened a deep gap with us.

Ugh.

After arriving at the station, the roommates were very sensible and said that there was no need to see them off. During the peak winter vacation, let me go back in Jing Yi's car, and then each took their luggage from the trunk and went to the security check together.

Since the end of the sixth grade last time, Jing Yi and I have never been alone. I know that she has always regarded me as her student.

Haha, isn't this nonsense, I was originally her student.

But last time I was disturbed by He Yuan, my mind towards Jing Yi has completely changed, and I don't know what to do now, I always feel that I should stay away from her, but in fact, we don't have many opportunities to contact her.

But I really want to be close to her.

How can life be so contradictory? It's really sad.

Jing Yi found a way to make a turn, and then went onto the avenue. The car suddenly became so quiet, which suddenly made me panic.

If it was normal, if she were someone else, I would still be able to hold back a few words to chat with, but she is Jing Yi, and I want to think about all the words, and after thinking about it like this, I dare not say anything up.

Jing Yi might also feel embarrassed, she reached out and turned on the music in the car, and an English song played slowly.

"Do all English teachers like to listen to English songs?" I suddenly said this while listening to this song.

After I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that it was too bad.

What a shit topic.

Sure enough, Jing Yi laughed and answered my question: "That's not necessarily the case."

I chuckled and heard her ask me, "Have you moved?"

I was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "No." I smiled: "Teacher, you still remember where my home is."

Jing Yi hummed: "I remember."

It seemed that I had found a direction to chat, so I found a comfortable position and sat down, and asked her: "When did the teacher find out that I was Cheng Keke?" After I finished speaking, I added: "That is, the person you taught .”

"I thought you looked familiar in the first few classes, but I checked the roll call to make sure." Jing Yi looked back at me and smiled: "You haven't said hello to me, I thought you forgot me."

I smiled awkwardly.

How could I forget you, Mr. Jing Yi.

"It's rare that you still remember the students you tutored. I thought you forgot me." I rubbed my hands and put them in the pocket of my sweater.

She shook her head: "I have taught one of your students."

She smiled and continued: "At that time, I was very careful. I was afraid that I would not be able to teach you. Every time I went to your house, I did a lot of homework, unlike now."

When she said this, she stopped suddenly, changed the subject, and asked me: "Did you buy this dress together?"

I looked down, then turned to face her, and with the hands in my pockets, propped up the clothes, showed the little bear on my chest, and said with a smile, "Yeah, does it look good?"

She turned to look at me, smiled in a low voice, and suddenly reached out and lifted the hat behind me, put it on my head, and patted my head: "It looks good, very cute."

She withdrew her hand, looked away, and asked me, "Isn't it cold?"

I smiled and sat down: "It's a bit cold, but I wear a lot of clothes inside." After that, I was about to lift up my clothes and show her the sweater inside.

"I see." She replied.

Fortunately, she complied and stopped me from lifting my clothes.I thought about why I was so retarded in front of Jing Yi.Lift clothes?hehe.

Soon, the car stopped at the gate of my community. I unbuckled my seat belt and was about to get out of the car, but was suddenly stopped by Jing Yi.

I took my hand back from the door bolt and turned to look at her. She looked at me with a half-smile, seemed very interested, and suddenly turned her head: "Don't you want to say something?"

I was puzzled, thinking about what to say, but still: "What?"

She looked at me very patiently: "Say thank you."

I groaned, came to my senses, and smirked at her: "Thank you, Teacher Jing."

She laughed, reached out to help me straighten my bangs, and said, "You're welcome, let's go back."

After I got out of the car, she left without hesitation. I looked at the back of her leaving car with my bag on my back, with mixed feelings in my heart.

What should I do?

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