Wudaokou love story gl

Guo Wei excitedly dug out the post on the Shuimu forum on his mobile phone: "Have you read this post? 'Female doctor of drum washing machine department: I have special skills in roll call'. Xiao Yezi, you gave 33 people zero points? There are so many people out there. People commented, saying how cute Teacher Mo looks compared to teaching assistants."

Mo Kang said with a smile: "Ye Zi has worked hard for my reputation."

Ye Congxin drank tea unrepentantly.

"However, many boys commented and begged Senior Ye to give me a word of abuse? This guy said he wanted to be tutored by Senior Ye in a white shirt? Wait, this is a girl? Wow, there are so many Ms!"

Mo Kang: "These students are becoming more and more important to be underestimated..."

Ye Congxin yelled in his heart, thinking about going back to check the posts and check the girl's IP.

Xu Xiaorong began to make use of the topic: "We have covered Xiao Yezi for so long and finally we can't cover it anymore. I found that she is especially liked by people younger than her. Maybe I can pick a junior among the students and have a sister-brother relationship. Now Whatever it is called..."

Mo Kang laughed and said, "Under the year!"

Everyone exclaimed that the boss knew too much.

Guo Wei added: "We don't have to worry about Ye Xiaomei. There are so many people chasing her, she just doesn't like her."

Ye Congxin was on the verge of death, so he closed his five senses and focused on eating.

Even though he is also a Ph.D. student, he has never gained a trace of majesty in this laboratory.

To say she is a beautiful woman must be an overstatement, because she can only be regarded as handsome, and her facial features are not exquisite, but they look young together. With a height of 165, a pale complexion due to poor health, and a thin body, it fits the aesthetics of a fairy sister in the eyes of a straight man.

She has known her teacher Mo Kang since she was a child, and she has a mother-daughter relationship. In addition, she has a shining resume such as the first in undergraduate subjects, outstanding graduates in master's degree, and first-class scholarship at the school level. With such a personality, it is not Mary Sue They are against their will, of course there are secret lovers all over the department.Unfortunately, they are all men.

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After returning home from school, Ye Congxin was about to go to the northeast.Why go northeast in this season when ice and snow still exist?

Ye Congxin received a notice from the Harbin Cangtou Civil Affairs Bureau not long ago.In Datian Town, Fengcheng County, where the city belongs, a middle-aged woman surnamed Chen died unexpectedly.In her will, she hopes to find her sister-in-law Chen Nian who lives in Beijing and become the guardian of her only daughter Chen Qiutang.However, Chen Nian died 17 years ago, and the only person who can be contacted is Chen Nian's daughter, Ye Congxin.

"However, I won't bring that Chen Tang back. I don't even bother to raise myself..." Ye Congxin said to Mo Kang when they were chatting with her.

"Of course I didn't ask you to be her guardian. I thought, you haven't been back to see her for 17 years. After all, it's your mother... just take a vacation." Mo Kang looked at her lovingly, with a smile on his face. With a touch of sadness.

Layer upon layer of high-rise buildings raised Beijing's skyline by a hundred meters.At six o'clock in the evening, when all the buildings are lit with night lights, Wudaokou really comes alive.In addition to Tsinghua University, there are also Peking University, Geology University, Mining University, and Peking University nearby. Therefore, the density of Koreans who dominate the Chinese student population is extremely high.Coupled with the rich nightlife of young people, Wudaokou is jokingly called "the center of the universe" by the students here.

Ye Congxin walked through the Korean-speaking crowd, thinking of what Senior Zhu Ziqing said: But the excitement belongs to them, and I have nothing.

It doesn't matter if you don't have it, at most it's because you have been obsessed with Lilac recently, and it's enough to solve it by yourself at night.

Amidst the hormonal feasting and feasting, Ye Congxin, an older single female doctor, received a WeChat message.When he opened it, Ye Congxin was a little bit blind—it was a photo of a sunny, handsome young man sent by Xu Xiaorong.

Xu Xiaorong quickly sent another explanation: This is the son of my husband's leader, a master of journalism at Peking University, and is three years older than you.His father was in politics, and he worked as a reporter in the news center, and the conditions were very good.It’s just that your academic qualifications are not as good as yours, but as a man, it depends on development, right?

"In terms of development. No matter how it develops, can he develop into a woman?"

Of course you can't reply like that.Yiye Zhiqiu: Pippi Shrimp, let's go.jpg, but I'm going to find my next year.

Rong'er: You, isn't that just to tease you.

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In a northeast village [-] kilometers away from Beijing, villagers are watching a grand funeral.Dozens of villagers wrapped their heads in white cloth, held long sticks tied with white cloth strips in their hands, and walked slowly under the leadership of a woman.A few days ago, even though the Jingzhe had already passed, the stubborn black earth still had a lingering sleet at noon.Since then, the temperature has plummeted another five degrees, and the old dirt roads in this village have turned into real concrete.

Ye Congxin slipped on the hard and slippery "concrete", thinking, if a dead person doesn't just work in the funeral parlor, but also parades in the village?It is indeed the closest place to the fighting race in the village.

A funeral attended by dozens of people would not be considered grand in a city, but Ye Congxin, who had just arrived after a long journey and hadn't calmed down, was stunned when he saw the battle.

Suona, cucurbit silk, erhu, waist drum... Funeral folk bands walked on both sides of the funeral procession. The music was definitely not the "Sorrow and Music" commonly used in crematoria in the city, but it was lively and lively like a temple fair performance.At the front of the line, a middle-aged woman wore a white coat over an ordinary thick padded jacket, singing loudly to the funeral music.Ye Congxin always felt that Tsinghua's loudspeakers were of poor quality, and now he saw this woman without any equipment, with a fleshy voice, and her voice easily overwhelmed the instrument, and she felt admiration from the bottom of her heart.

The singing middle-aged woman is followed by a man and a woman. The woman is holding the portrait of the deceased, and the man is holding a clay pot.Afterwards came the large army, and there were villagers who came out from home to eat melon seeds anytime and anywhere to watch the excitement and joined the team.

There was no sorrow on the faces of the mourners, and some were even chattering.

Ye Congxin wrapped her windbreaker around her body, and followed from afar.It wasn't because she was also obsessed with wanting to participate in the funeral, but because the electronic map showed that the road to her cousin Chen Qiutang's house coincided with the funeral procession.

There was a "click" in his ear, and Ye Congxin was so frightened by the sound that he jumped up and down, and just stepped on a piece of ice when he landed.One misfortune today, mission accomplished!

She has been in poor health since she was a child, and her balance ability is extremely poor, so she leaned backwards on her feet.She instinctively opened her teeth and claws, grabbing everything around her—she really caught one, it was a person, and she was very strong.

Ye Congxin thought that even if the back of her head hadn't hit the ground, her weak heart would have retired honorably because of being frightened.After being held back by the savior beside her, she blinked and looked at the cold-colored world.

OK, no cardiac arrest.But jumping too fast, the body still feels the pressure.She immediately took a Suxiao Jiuxin Pill.

"Can it still be done? It's not that the two of us don't want to do the funeral together." The savior spoke, and the first time he opened his mouth, he was angry, with a strong smell of stubble.

Ye Congxin saw that the savior was a child, only a little shorter than Ye Congxin, but his appearance showed childishness.The child has dyed white hair, with a wisp of gay purple on the left, a wisp of aunt red on the right, and a touch of spare tire green on the back of his head, just like a colorful pheasant.It's a girl, but she's dressing herself as androgynous.Her complexion is slightly darker, and the effect with white hair is for you to imagine.

Ye Congxin took a breath of the cold air that tasted like organic fertilizers. This is a real killer!

She had a cold face like a heavenly king, and when she saw Ye Congxin stand firm, she immediately let go and looked her in the eyes.

Curious?Ye Congxin smiled at her to express her gratitude.She nodded, took a cigarette from her ear and started to smoke, and asked, "Did you come from Harbin?"

Ye Congxin said, "No, Beijing."

The child's surprise flashed by, and he handed Ye Congxin a cigarette. "Uh, thanks, I don't smoke."

Great job, village kids.

There was an old-fashioned camera hanging around Shamate's neck, the kind that used film, and he held it with his hand that was not holding a cigarette, and his hand was red with cold.It seems that the culprit of the "click" just now was her.Ye Congxin guessed that this kid was not from the village, but liked the local customs and customs, so he came here to take pictures.

"One stick of incense, cigarettes rise to nine days, New Year's papers are hung on the gate, white flags are hung on the second gate..." The woman at the front of the funeral procession has already sung the lyrics.

Ye Congxin said to Sha Matt: "It's very interesting here. They even sang at the funeral."

Sha Matt twitched his face (probably from the cold), looked at her eyes, the eyes as dark as the abyss were a little moist, and said: "Shanpaoer." After finishing speaking, he stamped out the cigarette and ran forward with the camera in his arms. The hanging plastic bag was dangling, and inside the bag was a big ball of white cloth.

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