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I don't know anything without driving[br]This is just a sweet short article

Holding a pile of food, drink, and love letters, Du Chengyi stood at the door of the classroom wanting to cry, looking at Teacher Luo who was trembling with laughter instead of trying to help him at all.

"Can you have some sympathy?"

"No, it's hard to live a bit of fun, but don't watch the excitement for a while, little brother—" Luo Zijun said so, and helped him share half of the things in his hand, and put his coat on his back With Dudu on his body, the two walked to the parking lot.

To talk about today's matter, in fact, it has something to do with Lao Luo.

A week ago, a high school in the city approached Lao Luo, saying that their school was going to hold a cultural festival, and wanted to invite Luo Zijun to give a lecture on traditional culture at their school that day. The main purpose is to adjust and relax the stressful high school seniors, and to add some fun to the boring high school life. Second, it is best to also point out the way for them to choose majors for the college entrance examination that they are about to face.

Luo Zijun thought it was nothing, so he agreed.

It just so happened that today, Duchengyi ended his continuous duty and was on vacation, so he planned to go to see it with Lao Luo and recall his high school years like water.For this matter, the child deliberately dug out the high school uniforms that he had treasured for a long time. Although the clothes were more than ten years ago, they were basically the same as the new ones. They were well preserved. White running shoes, flicking the green bangs, perfect age-defying.

12 is simply the ideal image of a senior in the hearts of the little girls.

The two of them went to school after lunch at noon that day. Luo Zijun went to greet the principal first, and Dudu wandered around the school alone. Let him seize a chance to do what is right—to fight.

Campus bullying will never be lacking in any age, not to mention the ordinary fights between boys. In the sensitive stage of the second year of high school and about to enter the third year of high school, everyone has a string stretched in their heads, which will break at any time. For a woman, for a brother, for a ball game, for a breath, for a face, any reason can make them fight.

Hot-blooded youth.

Dudu saw a big stupid man dragging a dwarf, like dragging a sack, all the way from the classroom to the corridor, pressing his head hard on the railing and preparing to knock down, the young man's eyes were red with anger, the railing is made of iron Yes, if you hit this note, you will either become stupid or have a concussion. The big hole didn't escape anyway.

The onlookers all shouted, but no one dared to go up to help.

Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, fortunately, he was stopped halfway.

When Dudu lifted the fat man up like a frog, he suddenly thought of the scene of fighting with Lin Xiaoyuan at school at that time, it was exactly the same, he almost didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Dudu pressed the fat man against the wall with one hand, and put the other hand in his pocket pretendingly.The little man fell to the side and coughed desperately.Dudu frowned, turned his head and roared: "It's almost done, don't pretend."

Looking at it from a distance, it looks handsome and aggressive.

The fat man was still stubbornly making the final struggle, but he was horrified to find that this gentle-looking boy in front of him actually had the strength of a bison.

Dudu stared at him and said word by word: "Kick me again and your legs will be crippled."

The fat man looked disdainful: "If you are crippled, you will be unlucky."

Dudu said lightly: "My doctor, I'll connect it for you if it's useless, do you want to try?"

The little fat man was not scared, and he didn't even think about what was wrong with him saying that he was a doctor. He only knew that under the coercion, it is the best policy to shrink his head and keep silent.Dudu saw that he was no longer struggling, so he stroked his messy hair: "Kids, speak well, if you die, you will go to jail, if you get hurt, you will also get a demerit, and if you memorize a few more punishments, why do you want to go to university?"

The little dwarf didn't run away, but stood obediently against the wall.

Dudu glanced at her, she was quite pretty, but her face was a little more injured.

"If you have the opportunity to learn some self-defense skills, men can't be beaten all the time."

The little man bit his lip and nodded heavily.

The teacher came soon and was not surprised to see the two of them. He thanked Dudu for a while and dragged the two children to the office.

Before leaving, Dudu also said to the fat man: "Remember, beating people is not a skill, but protecting people is."

Once the trouble was solved, he found that he had become the focus of the school's attention.It's all because he is too young. The children in the rainy season thought he was from the school next door who came to their cultural festival. The girls blushed and peeked at him, and some bold ones just winked and fired at him.

The child sighed, and ran to the gate of the auditorium without changing his expression to wait for his family Lao Luo.

Mr. Luo ended his speech gracefully amidst applause. When he came out, he found that his child was surrounded by people, both men and women, with a lot of snacks stuffed in his arms, and even a love letter. Now the child is really fast.

The beautiful school girl is wearing a beautiful pleated skirt, which is as short as the thighs, revealing her white skin.She raised her face and smiled sweetly at Dudu: "Senior, what school are you from?"

"Senior, come and play more."

"Little brother, do you have WeChat?"

"Yes, little brother, leave a call."

"Senior, I'll treat you to milk tea."

Teacher Luo gave a fake cough, pushed through the crowd and squeezed in: "Your seniors have their own names, and you are going to take an exam at a young age, so don't be preoccupied with love."

Someone in the crowd protested softly: "But Mr. Luo, when you gave a speech just now, you said that you should try more when you are young, that students should not only study, and that learning is not for grades, but for learning. If I control the direction of my own life, then my love is also to find the direction for my own life."

Teacher Luo felt that his face was hurting, and all the talented students who could learn and use them should be dragged out.

Dudu chuckled, and leaned closer to Lao Luo, while gently turning the ring on his hand: "Sorry, I already have a direction, I wish you all find your own as soon as possible."

The implication was too heavy, and some smart people had already guessed what it meant, and the crowd became commotion. Seeing that Wan couldn't control it, Lao Luo was having a headache, and the teaching director from afar came.When the group of children saw that the devil was coming, it was still important to save their lives. They could afford it and put it down in an instant, and they scattered like birds and beasts while yelling about the pity.

Luo Zijun dragged the child to the parking lot, almost filling the trunk with so many snacks.

"If you don't look at you for a while, you will jump into the sky. You are still a senior, little brother, tsk tsk." Teacher Luo's teeth are sore.

The child raised his eyebrows. When he sat in the co-pilot, he pulled down the zipper of his jacket by three centimeters, revealing his beautifully shaped collarbone and white and thin neck. He also wore Lao Luo's dark green jade inside, which was really pretty.

"Isn't it good-looking?" He asked, "Don't you miss this suit?"

Teacher Luo narrowed his eyes, and said with a firm mouth: "School uniforms, aren't they all the same."

It would be a lie to say that I don’t miss it. When the child wore this suit, it happened that Lao Luo took him on a blind date for the first time. Later, he went to support education, and later encountered obscenity. Next to each other, they were all in those years. Thinking about it now, Luo Zijun hardly spent time with the children during that time, let alone admiring his heroic appearance in school uniform.With this mistake, I missed a lot, including the thoughts of children who are about to become adults and minors. If I miss it, there will be no more.

Teacher Luo regretted it at the beginning, so every time he saw this suit, he subconsciously wanted to escape, and blamed himself in his heart.

Dudu saw that Lao Luo was in a daze, and didn't bother him, and followed him back home quietly.

It can be seen that Lao Luo is in a bad mood, and he probably guessed the reason. The child suddenly felt a little distressed. Teacher Luo secretly hid it. There are too many thoughts, and sometimes it makes others feel uncomfortable. .

After closing the door, the child suddenly pulled Luo Zijun and pushed him onto the sofa, changing his face.

"Teacher, thank you for helping me out today."

His timid expression was like a showman coming online.Luo Zijun was not sure what kind of medicine was sold in the kid's gourd, but felt a little irritated, so he continued his play: "It's okay, the teacher should."

The zipper of the school uniform dropped a few centimeters at some point, and two red plum blossoms were looming on the child's white chest. Lao Luo was hot all over, and his eyes ran down uncontrollably.

Dudu pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of Lao Luo's clothes: "Teacher."

"Ok?"

"I'm a little sick."

The way Dudu frowned made Luo Zijun nervous: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

He touched the child's forehead, sweating a little, but it's okay that he didn't have a fever.Dudu grabbed Lao Luo's hand and slid in along the zipper of his jacket.

"Here, touch it."

Dudu leaned against Mr. Luo with soft bones, and grabbed his warm, soft and dry palms to start fires all over his body.Luo Zijun's eyes darkened, his throat rolled.He hugged the child, spread his legs facing him, and poked his hands under his clothes.

"here?"

"Hmm... the bottom is also uncomfortable..."

The waist is soft and the shape of the waist is beautiful. Teacher Luo poked his hand along the seam of his trousers: "Here? It's swollen."

The child's voice trembled, and his whole body rubbed against him: "Teacher, save me one more time."

Luo Zijun curled his lips, "Bad boy."

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Dudu was woken up by the phone call. He stretched out two hands from the bed to touch the phone. When he moved, his whole body was sore.

Luo Zijun, that bastard, forced him to come on the sofa twice in his school uniform. When he was done, he couldn't hold back when he carried him to the bathroom. He even made him wear his school uniform on his upper body and his lower body naked, and pressed him against the wall of the shower room again. once.

The tortured place couldn't get out, and the child cried and begged for mercy: "Teacher, I really can't do it anymore, please let me go."

The teacher did not know what switch triggered Lao Luo, gritted his teeth and blushed, turned him over again, and leaned against the sink once. The school uniform was wet and lumpy on the bathroom floor, sticky and sticky. It was a white stain, and the room was filled with an ambiguous smell.

In the end, the child fell over in a daze and lost consciousness, Luo Zijun let him go, and carried him back to the bed to rest with an apologetic face, and slept until night.

This life is simply too erosive.

As soon as Dudu opened his mouth to answer the phone, his hoarse voice woke him up.

Xu Chen on the other end of the phone was shocked: "Are you sick?"

Dudu cleared his throat: "Cough, no, it's just that my throat feels a little uncomfortable."

"Oh, I'm asking you, why don't you and Lao Luo come to my place on New Year's Eve, Liangliang and I have discussed it, this year we'll cook some hot pot at home and make a few side dishes, and the outside is not clean."

Just as the kid was about to say that I would go back and discuss with Teacher Luo, Luo Zijun slid the phone over: "Okay, let's come earlier that day, and I'll bring some cooked vegetables and some wine, and you'll keep the rest."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, before dropping four words: "Prostitution during the daytime."

Luo Zijun stared at Dudu in disbelief: "How did he know?"

The child's back hurts and his butt hurts, and he doesn't want to talk to him, humming and turning over and lying down again.Luo Zijun stuck up to help him rub his waist gently, and coaxed him by the ear: "Baby, I was wrong, does it still hurt?"

Mr. Luo's bass was really terrible, and Dudu's waist softened by half again in an instant, and his bones were crisp.But his anger didn't dissipate so quickly, so he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Teacher Luo's dense, gentle kisses fell from the back of the head all the way down the spine, spreading them preciously inch by inch.He kissed once, called "baby", kissed once, called "wife" again.

Seeing that little Dudu was trembling and about to raise his head again, the child sighed resignedly, turned over and nestled back into his arms.

"Next time you wear this, take it easy!"

Upon hearing that there will be a next time, Luo Zijun's hungry wolf-like eyes glowed green.

"Okay, no problem!"

As long as you can play in school uniforms, your wife is right to say anything.

"Also." The child buried his head in his arms, and said sullenly: "Forget about the past, right or wrong, it doesn't matter, people have to look forward, you taught me."

He wrapped his warm wrist around Lao Luo's back, and patted him reassuringly.

Luo Zijun was taken aback for a moment, his heart softened a lot.

"Also." The child suddenly raised his head and said again.

"what?"

"I ran out of paper towels at home, ran out of laundry detergent, and almost ran out of coffee beans. The bowl from three days ago was still in the dishwasher. I worked overtime for a week and this ended up. Luo Zijun, are you disabled at the tenth level? Let me help you apply for a certificate."

Teacher Luo chuckled, turned over and held the child down and kissed again: "My darling, I made a mistake, I will definitely correct it, please bear with me, after all, the brainless will not issue a certificate."