You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

In the end, Ling Yifeng took Qi Zhongshan's car to work.

He originally wanted to ride a bicycle, but Qi Zhongshan didn't let him go. After thinking about it, he felt that it might not be too comfortable, so he didn't protest anymore, and obediently admitted his cowardice.

Probably because he was afraid that he would be cold, Qi Zhongshan deliberately went downstairs to turn on the heater in the car in advance, and Ling Yifeng's hands that had just turned cold due to the temperature difference quickly warmed up.He spread out his palms and rubbed them repeatedly on the air vent. Qi Zhongshan's fingers rested on the steering wheel, close at hand.

It's just these beautiful hands that make people unable to take their eyes off. Last night, they did something that people couldn't see.

The circulating air conditioner in the car drove the aura of the two of them, and Ling Yifeng felt in a trance that there was an inexplicable similarity between the smell of Qi Zhongshan and his own.

It seems that they can blend|blend together.

Although after thinking about it, Ling Yifeng realized that [-]% of it was because Qi Zhongshan used his own shower gel last night, but he still subconsciously felt blushing and heart beating.

Dance like a teenage boy with a first love.

"When are you going on winter vacation?" Qi Zhongshan turned his head and looked at him in a daze, "Are you... hot?"

Ling Yifeng covered his face with his hands.

It's hot.

"A little bit," Ling Yifeng stretched out his hand to lower the temperature of the air conditioner, "I don't know, it's approaching the end of the year anyway, what's wrong?"

"I want to celebrate the New Year with you." Qi Zhongshan withdrew his eyes and continued to look at Lu, "How did you arrange it before?"

"Go back to see my mother before the new year, with Ling Yichen, and then with Qi Ming to see his father, and then the three of us celebrate the new year together." Ling Yifeng said, "Actually, sometimes I really feel that even though they are my blood relatives , but I didn't feel too sad when I worshiped, especially Qi Ming's father, if I didn't happen to be with Qi Ming near the end of the year, I wouldn't bother to see him, after all, he never raised me , It’s embarrassing to go.”

"Maybe my mother still can't do it." Ling Yifeng thought for a while and then said, "Although I don't have much impression of my mother, the child's attachment to her mother is still there...every time after Ling Yichen babbles there, Then I started talking to myself, looking back at what I had done this year, and the sun was setting as I talked. Seriously, I can have everything else if there is nothing else, it is my parents...the only one .”

"So I really don't want you to fall out with my uncle and aunt because of me," Ling Yifeng said softly, "You promise me, you must make an agreement with your family and come out peacefully. I am not the same as before. I am not as sensitive as I used to be. It's so easy to embarrass you, I just hope everyone is doing well, okay?"

"Okay." Qi Zhongshan nodded, "I originally meant to take you back to my house for the New Year. I hope my parents can recognize you. Before dating, I only thought that Ling Yifeng was my boyfriend. But now I think , this Mr. Ling is my husband. Do you know the difference?"

"The difference between falling in love and getting married," Ling Yifeng smiled, "Then should I change my name to Mom and Dad?"

"Okay." Qi Zhongshan's eyes fell on him, very gentle, "Don't worry, take your time."

The rest of my life is still long.

In the days to come, we will walk together.

----

When Ling Yifeng got out of the car, Qi Zhongshan held him down and gave him a kiss, but when he ran all the way to the class, he completely forgot about that tenderness.

He came a little late for the morning reading class, and the class was full of quarrels. He knocked on several students' desks along the way, and the class order returned to normal.

It is another day when people's teachers burn their lives to illuminate the future of students.

Ling Yifeng had classes in both classes in the morning, and he was usually tired enough, but now he was paralyzed by the desk during the big break, with one hand on his waist and the other on his leg, and he had to listen bitterly. Lovely colleagues made fun of him for not exercising at a young age.

I don't know what happened to Qi Zhongshan.

Ling Yifeng turned on the phone and swiped it without any hope, but the result was naturally nothing, but Qi Zhongshan sent a circle of friends.

[You are still by my side. ]

At that moment, Ling Yifeng was heartbroken by this short line of words.

"Mr. Ling, Mr. Ling, Mr. Ling..." A boy's voice came through the crowd in the teacher's office after class, and he seemed to be a little unsteady, maybe he was jumping up and down.

"Here," Ling Yifeng's thoughts were interrupted, he stood up and looked towards the door, "Come in."

I owe you a panic...ah no, Qian Yihang.

Hey kinda rhymes.

"Problems," Qian Yihang spread out the roll-shaped exercise book, "I'm completely bored with this gestalt, I can't understand it."

"It's okay, this will be taught in class tomorrow." Ling Yifeng took it, glanced at it, and handed it back, "Is there any more?"

"It's nothing, let's talk about the teacher-student relationship with you." Qian Yihang seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment of that day, and his mood was quite high. He moved a stool and sat in front of him, "Mr. You're in a good mood, did you win the lottery?"

"Yeah, the double-color ball jackpot." Ling Yifeng thought to himself that after reuniting with his first love who had been separated for ten years, he would reunite like glue. This probability is about the same as winning the first prize.

"Didn't you say that your brother is in business?" Qian Yihang blinked, "The domineering president is super rich."

"Why do you even know this? Is this city so small?" Ling Yifeng was a little puzzled, "My brother is my brother, I am me, I teach, does he also teach?"

"Hey, it's not a secret. My parents said that this teacher's family is so rich and he works hard as a teacher. He must like this profession, which means he must be a good teacher." Qian Yihang waved his hand, and Ling Yifeng emphasized again After my brother is my brother and I am me, after a while, I unexpectedly whispered into his ear, "Mr. Ling, are you in love?"

Ling Yifeng had already started to change his homework, but when he heard this, his pen flickered: "What..."

"Just tell me if it's true." Qian Yihang said firmly.

"Tell me why first?" Ling Yifeng lifted his collar subconsciously, suddenly feeling ominous.

"Intuition." Qian Yihang said, "You don't usually play with your phone, and today you always check your phone when you have nothing to do, and you are usually polite to others. Spring color..."

"Young man, you understand very well..." Ling Yifeng was stunned, "Are you a police dog?"

"Is it with that doctor?" Qian Yihang asked.

"Yes." Ling Yifeng hesitated for a while, and told the truth.

"Zhou Xing's uncle." Qian Yihang sighed, "He's very handsome."

"Ah..." Ling Yifeng thought for a while, and said humbly on behalf of her boyfriend, "It's...it's okay."

"How do you say that sentence... Oh yes, a teacher for a day, a father for life." Qian Yihang clicked his tongue, "And your boyfriend is Uncle Zhou Xing. This generation is messed up, which is a bit touching. .”

"Can you think of something serious when you are full of brains?" Ling Yifeng greeted him on the head angrily, "Go back if you have nothing to do, I am still busy here."

"Hey, hey." Qian Yihang was finished, and put away the homework he brought with a low eyebrow, "Mr. Ling is happily married."

Ling Yifeng sat at the desk the whole time, and when Qian Yihang left, he laughed belatedly.

He turned his head, reached out and tapped the mint leaves on the windowsill.

This pot of mint has been taken care of by him in the office heater, and it's not bad. It can't be bald in autumn and winter, and it looks thriving.

He now sees mint and feels nothing but mixed feelings.

I have mixed feelings so much that I don't want to pull the leaves and soak them in water.

"Next class, I have a lesson in Class [-], Grade [-]." Xiao Ying walked behind him at some point, took a book and tapped on the table to attract his attention, "Are you coming?"

According to the requirements of the school, every new teacher has to sit in on the classes of excellent teachers in the first year of employment. Public classes are compulsory, and other classes are optional.Ling Yifeng listens to Xiaoying's class more. After all, she was the student she taught back then. The teaching methods are more similar, so it is easier to learn excellent experience. So as long as he is free, Ling Yifeng will listen to the more important classes that Xiaoying thinks .

"By the way, do you still have your old notes?" Before Ling Yifeng could reply, Xiaoying asked again, "What is the school doing... a weird activity, which is to show the teacher's old notes to the students, Strengthen the communication between teachers and students, and shorten the spiritual distance between teachers and students..."

"Come on, even if the notes are still in school, I won't be selected," Ling Yifeng said sincerely, "As far as my name is concerned, it can only be used as a negative example for students."

"That's right," Xiaoying thought about it, and she was happy, "Then you can figure out a way yourself. Every class has tasks. If you can't, you can borrow someone else's. You have to hand in a note anyway. , any subject is optional.”

"If you can't choose, you can't choose." Ling Yifeng didn't care, "I'll go back and look for it."

If it doesn’t work, I’ll borrow Qi Zhongshan’s...

Ling Yifeng thought to himself.

But he still called Qi Ming who had cleaned up the school district room for him first, and asked him if he knew where his high school notebooks were.

"You...you wait a moment," Qi Ming paused for a long time, and there was an obvious sound of swallowing and heavy breathing from the other end of the phone, "I'll... later, here, you find it."

Qi Ming was a little panting when he heard the voice, and Ling Yifeng was terrified when he heard the voice: "What are you doing?"

"Running, who is like you? Working at a desk all day is not afraid of cervical spondylosis. We elderly people keep fit, raise flowers and walk birds." Qi Ming waited for a long time before he said, "There must be, and there should be some I have a little surprise for you."

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