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Ouyang Qing didn't live at home.

Shu Mingxuan opened a room in a nearby hotel and put the two people's salute there. In fact, Ouyang Qing had never even stayed in a hotel.

Except for closing his eyes when he was too sleepy, he would take two bites of what Shu Mingxuan handed him.He spends most of his time in the mourning hall dealing with various matters.

The old man scolded at first, but then he stopped scolding.

Just don't talk.

Ouyang Qing didn't talk to him either.

The family without mother and wife is even more bleak in this stalemate.

Three days later, Teacher Zhu Yu was transported to a funeral home in Chengdu for cremation.

Until Teacher Zhu Yu's burial and they returned to Beijing, Ouyang Qing's condition was not very good. He lost a lot of weight and was very listless.

After returning to Dingfuzhuang, he came out of the bedroom and said to Shu Mingxuan after a while, "You're hungry. I'm going to buy vegetables and come back to cook."

Shu Mingxuan bought the vegetables early and cooked all the meals.

"Teacher, wait a moment, I'll cook. Simple cooking is fine." Shu Mingxuan said as he entered the kitchen, "Why don't you watch the news for a while."

He locked Ouyang Qing out of the kitchen, and he really went to cook.

It seems that from this time on, Shu Mingxuan has been cooking, and his cooking skills have gradually improved.

Ouyang Qing was not in the living room when the food was brought out.

He is writing in the study.

Shu Mingxuan went to look.Ouyang Qing wrote a lot of copybooks, the top one is Nalan Xingde's words——

One journey through the mountains, one journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, a thousand lanterns in the middle of the night.

The wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the dream of my hometown is broken, so the garden is silent.

Ouyang Qing looked at the copybook, a few drops of ink dripped from the brush in his hand, and melted on the rice paper, completely staining the copybook.

"Teacher." Shu Mingxuan called him.

Ouyang Qing regained consciousness.

"Let's eat, it's ready."

Ouyang Qing put down her pen.

There was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

When he was sitting on the dining table, Shu Mingxuan handed him the bowl and chopsticks, but he didn't move.

"Xiao Shu."

"Ok?"

"Ten days ago... when I received a phone call from home. You told me that you liked me." Ouyang Qing said, "The kind of liking in love."

Shu Mingxuan's breathing tightened.

He suddenly became a little scared.

It took three years of courage to confess that time, but now the courage is gone.

He put his hands on his knees uncomfortably: "Well... Teacher, why don't we mention this first. You are not in a good state now."

"Xiao Shu, I told you that I like men." Ouyang Qing said, "Why didn't you leave then?"

"Because I like the teacher." Shu Mingxuan replied without thinking, "I came to Beijing to be with the teacher."

"What about the dubbing? Is it your excuse to get close to me?"

Shu Mingxuan felt that if he answered wrongly at this moment, there would be no future.

He looked up at Ouyang Qing, and said seriously: "Like the teacher is affection. Like dubbing is love. But I am also very happy to be able to be in the same circle as the teacher and to be in the same industry."

Ouyang Qing was silent for a while.

"You have lived here for three years. You have been sleeping on the folding bed in the second bedroom." Ouyang Qing said slowly, "At first, it was because you had no relatives in Beijing, and only me, the teacher, could rely on you. Later, it was because You don't have a job, the economy isn't well off. Now you've got a stable income—"

"Teacher, I won't move away!" Shu Mingxuan said quickly, "Even if, even if you don't like me, I don't want to move away either."

"According to reason..." Ouyang Qing was interrupted, then he paused, and continued, "According to reason, you should be allowed to move out."

"Teacher, I—"

Ouyang Qing sighed, and said something unexpected for Shu Mingxuan.

"Haven't you ever thought about... the reason why I like men, but I have never had a date, and I don't drive you away?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he slowly raised his eyes to look at Shu Mingxuan.

His eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be in a trance because of the loss of a loved one.

He's so conscious, he knows what he's talking about.

"I know that everything I have done is not something that netizens who meet by chance will do. Even if you and I are mentors and apprentices, there is absolutely no such way of getting along...not the most important person in life, I will not let him Walking into my life so easily and closely." Ouyang Qing said.

"I don't know when I started to miss you... Maybe it was very early, maybe when I heard your voice for the first time and asked me for advice, I was already touched."

"But I'm your teacher...my father is right. I've had a bad idea about my students. I don't have the morality of a teacher. I'm ten years older than you, Xiao Shu...I'm the older one, young Long people always know a lot and appear to be very powerful and powerful. It is easy to be admired and loved by young people. I shouldn't."

"No! The teacher is only nine and a half years older than me, not ten years old!" Shu Mingxuan said hastily.

"I should let you go. I know."

"I don't need it, I just want to stay with the teacher!"

Ouyang Qing smiled, this was his first warm smile in ten days.

The room seemed to brighten up.

All of a sudden, Ouyang Qing, who Shu Mingxuan knew, came back again.

"My mother is gone. I just figured it out. Those who care should not wait, and should make it clear. Otherwise, if you wait any longer... Maybe you will really miss it."

"Xiao Shu, you asked me the other day if I could accept your love." Teacher Ouyang said softly, "I haven't given you an answer yet."

Ouyang Qing stood up and walked to his side.

He lowered his head and kissed Shu Mingxuan on the cheek.

"Your love, the teacher accepted."

"I like you too, Xiao Shu." Ouyang Qing told him, "I always have."

Since that night, many things have changed.

The folding bed was permanently put away.

Ouyang Qing took Shu Mingxuan's hand, clasped fingers tightly, and led him into her room.

Shu Mingxuan felt that this must be a dream.

Perfect dream.

In the dream, his teacher Ouyang turned into a lover and lingered with him to death.

regardless of each other.

The author says:

Sorry, it's a little late.

Is it sweet today?