On Rickshaw Pullers and Lecturers

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou!"

In winter, people's activities are obviously less, and Chen Goudan's business is not very good, but the money he usually earns is enough for his life until spring. Therefore, he comes to Jining Middle School whenever he has anything to do. Because of this, the security guard at the gate of the middle school got to know him and even called him a brother and brother. For a while, the time waiting for Mr. Zhou to finish class was not so difficult.

On this day, he saw Mr. Zhou's iconic black mandarin jacket and gray cotton coat from a long distance away.

Zhou Long also saw him, and the expression on his face seemed to soften.

"Hey, Brother Chen, hurry up and pick up your Mr. Zhou, come and chat with me when you have time." Uncle Security touched a handful of tobacco leaves, thinking peacefully.

"Well, Brother Li, see you tomorrow."

He made a bow, which he learned from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms that Mr. Zhou gave him recently, which made the security guard laugh, waved his hand, and smoked a cigarette.

Chen Goudan also walked outside until he met Mr. Zhou head-on.

"It's so cold, you should have a good fire at home."

Zhou Long's voice was very gentle, and it was a bit different in the dark night, but they were all Mr. Zhou's voices, and they were all so pleasant, but Chen Goudan thought foolishly, it would be great if he could listen to the latter again.

However, for the next period of time, Mr. Zhou still treated him as usual, which made him puzzled.

Scholars, are they all that complicated?

But that taste is really ecstasy, and Mr. Zhou is the one on his heart, he can afford to wait.

"It's okay! Zhou, Mr. Zhou, are you, are you cold? I, I'm rough-skinned, not cold! No, not cold!"

Chen Goudan smirked, and stretched out his hand to flick the snow off Mr. Zhou's shoulders. At that moment, his eyes were as soft as the falling snow.

Zhou Long smiled lightly.

Yes, Chen Goudan didn't wear cotton-padded clothes in winter, he just added a coat on the outside and a bunt shirt inside, but his skin was still red and dripping with sweat, but he wrapped it up early Cotton clothes, when sleeping at night, you have to heat the Kang before going to bed.

"Let's go."

After hearing these words, Chen Goudan nodded seriously, turned around and walked to his rickshaw beside Mr. Zhou.Suddenly, something that felt a little cold touched his hand, he moved his eyes slightly down, and saw Mr. Zhou's hand, which looked so pale in the snow.

Mr. Zhou, it's cold.

Thinking of this, Chen Goudan will hold that hand and wrap it with his big gentle hand.

"In this way, in this way, Zhou, Mr. Zhou..."

Feeling the gentleness, Zhou Long lost his mind slightly, but he regained his senses when he heard Chen Goudan's voice.

So warm.

Zhou Long, who had been writing on the blackboard for a whole day, thought so, driving his hand, and then deeply embedded it in his hand.

"Very warm."

They walked in the snow, the snowflakes were floating, so quiet.

When he arrived at Zhou Long's residence, he asked Chen Goudan to come in and sit down again.

"It might be a little cold in the room."

In a room without heating or sunshine for a day, the moment I entered was even colder than outside, but only for a moment.Chen Goudan watched as Mr. Zhou lit the stove in his home, and closed the window that he opened before leaving, leaving only a small gap.

A little cramped, he felt.

This is the second time he has come to Mr. Zhou's house. The last time it was raining, it was dark early, and Mr. Zhou couldn't see much with the candles on. Now, the sky is still bright, and he can see Zhou clearly. What is the residence of Mr.

Very tidy, this is his first impression, everything is in order, placed just right, full of beauty that he can't describe, if you really want to use his rough words to describe it, it's probably his The house is like a beggar, and Mr. Zhou's place is like a nobleman. He really deserves to be Mr. Zhou!

Today's Chen Goudan is still not stingy in his praise of Mr. Zhou.

"Come and sit on the sofa. This is a sofa from a foreign country. It's very soft."

But Chen Goudan only thought of Mr. Zhou's bed, it was big and soft, it was more than enough for two people to lie down, and he could turn over and do various things...

Immediately, Chen Goudan's face slowly turned red.

Zhou Long looked at Chen Goudan's face in surprise, and felt shy for a while—it seems that this is contagious.

He bowed his head and smiled.

Boil the water in the kitchen, then sit down with Chen Goudan who is still standing there.

"I was a little contradictory at first, and I couldn't help sleeping with you, but then I pretended nothing happened, and you didn't change much."

Zhou Long put his head on Chen Goudan's thigh, staring into his eyes, making him inescapable.

Chen Goudan was naturally - stuttered even more.

"I, I... I, I like... I like, I like Mr. Zhou!"

Now, in his mind, Mr. Zhou's eyes are so beautiful, as if there are many, many rays of light in them, he can't move them away after just one look.

He couldn't escape the poison named Zhou Long.

"Mr. Zhou... I, I..."

Zhou Long pulled his head down, just facing his lips, a shallow kiss made his face look like a tomato again, but his voice became much calmer, even less stuttering.

"I, I want to know everything about Mr. Zhou, that Xingshun, that..."

The unexpected punctuation was not because Chen Goudan couldn't think of it, but because Zhou Long looked at him with eyes that really... made him think of everything about that rainy day, hazy, intoxicated, and hoarse... he The voice gradually disappeared.

But Zhou Long accepted his words and smiled: "Xingshun is my character. When the ancients were weak, there were elders who took the characters. When I came to me, a few years ago, under the guidance of my teacher, I took the characters. Speaking of this word, Chen Goudan, what is your name?"

"Ah, I, I am the sixth in the family. My parents couldn't think of a name, so they took my nickname as my first name. I have no words, no words."

Chen Goudan also accidentally heard the elders mention words or something, but they were all from scholars, and had nothing to do with generations of farmers like them.

Even so, he was a little lost.

"Then, let me pick a word for you."

Zhou Long saw his loss and said softly.

The shining eyes are brighter and more fascinating to the viewer.

Chen Goudan just nodded clumsily, unable to say anything or think of any movement.

Right now, there is only one thing on his mind - what kind of characters will Mr. Zhou choose for him?Also, is it as festive as Mr. Zhou?He is really rare for Mr. Zhou's name, no matter which one it is, it makes him feel warm in his heart.

Even though it's winter now, his heart is still so hot, there is a fire burning in his heart, it is not cold, and it is not cold at all by Mr. Zhou's side.

If Mr. Zhou is cold, he hugs Mr. Zhou and warms Mr. Zhou, just like——Mr. Zhou saved him.

The bright smile on Chen Goudan's face and those good memories made Zhou Long finally think of a good name - Zhicai.

"Chen Zhicai, how are you doing?"

"Okay! Whatever Mr. Zhou said is good!"

Facing such Chen Goudan, Zhou Long could only pinch his nose and confess.

"Zhicai."

Suddenly, Chen Goudan said in a warm voice, then locked his eyes on Mr. Zhou, and called out his words again.

"Xingshun."

Naturally, on this snowy evening, they exchanged a kiss, and the rest went with the flow.

The author has something to say:

If you like it a lot, support Kakaka, I hope to finish writing it before the new year