On Rickshaw Pullers and Lecturers

Today, Mr. Zhou looks a little strange.

Chen Goudan rubbed his short hair. He couldn't think of anything else that would bother Mr. Zhou so much besides the students' homework problems. He was even more unhappy than when Mr. Zhou was introduced by a colleague that day. When I was a teacher, I politely asked Mr. Zhou whether the students’ homework was not doing well. At that time, Mr. Zhou’s brows and eyes were softer, and he smiled and said, “Those children have been doing well recently.” So, what is it? why?

After dinner, when Chen Goudan and Zhou Long were enjoying the cool on the balcony, he directly asked Mr. Zhou this question.

"Xingshun, I, I think you, you are unhappy...why are you unhappy?"

Zhou Long was stunned. He took the watermelon next to him and took a bite. He seemed to avoid it, but it was no match for Chen Goudan's scorching eyes. He even thought that one day he would disappear strangely. The first person to find him must be Chen Zhicai.

That's good.

Today's Zhou Long can't think of another person standing beside him, asking warmly and kissing each other.

He once thought that being lost would probably be a lifetime in this era.

However, life is often too long, and there will always be ups and downs, as if to prove that in this world, an ordinary life is not so easy to exist.

"Zhou, Mr. Zhou..."

Chen Goudan called Zhou Long again, this time he was not so intimate.

Zhou Long knew that the time had come.

He put down the watermelon and told a little story on this summer night. If the person in the story had changed his name, it would probably be him.

When he talked about the people in the story returning to his hometown after going through all kinds of hardships and dangers, he found that his relatives were walking and scattered, and all of a sudden, except for the nanny who was his nanny many years ago Now, no one could be found, his voice was a little choked—Chen Goudan finally realized that the person in this story might be his Mr. Zhou, not someone else.

Zhou Long was also in despair. After all, the most important thing for a person is survival, and then everything else.

He found the old man, and with her help, he found his current tutor, and then went on to study abroad for further study.

Without that nanny, I am afraid that he would not be what he is now, but even more downcast, and would even choose to marry a wife and have children under the pressure of life.

In the face of disaster, a person is a person, nothing more.

"... Xingshun, don't, I have to talk."

After Chen Goudan said this sentence, his lips were pressed against his lips. Mr. Zhou in front of him seemed to be gradually becoming transparent in the quiet night.

Those eyes, those eyebrows were still the same as when he first met, but now, there was a little more sadness and happiness.

"I know." There was a smile on his face, which was as clean and beautiful as the rainbow after the rain, and disappeared in an instant, "But, I'm afraid my father will come back."

That's the end of the story.

He didn't continue, but Chen Goudan understood what he meant.

As a result, Chen Goudan held Zhou Long's hand tightly with his backhand, his eyes were a deep brown, but so bright and pleasant.

"It's okay, Mr. Zhou, no matter what happens, as long as Mr. Zhou doesn't drive me away, I won't leave."

As he spoke, he embraced Zhou Long deeply, buried himself in that embrace, and continued speaking honestly.

Zhou Long also continued to listen.

"I think of Mr. Zhou in my heart, and Mr. Zhou lives alone in my heart. Where Mr. Zhou wants me to go, I will go there. I don't care about other people's opinions. But if Mr. Zhou cares, I also care. !"

Chen Goudan felt that his eye sockets were moist, he was so scared, afraid that Mr. Zhou would really drive him away, and he really didn't want him to continue dating him.

Mr. Zhou is the only one in his heart, and he only likes Mr. Zhou.

As much as you like, you are as afraid as you are.

Zhou Long could feel the fear, because the man holding him was trembling, and there was no sound of crying—the man did not flick his tears, but trembled.

Like the gray sky before the rain.

Not long ago, he thought, how good it is, he can freely like a person of the same sex without caring about his relatives, now, he has to care.

It's just that he cares, the deviant thoughts are buried in his bones, and the vitality of this collapsed era is rushing in his blood.

He won't let go.

"Don't worry, Zhicai, we still have many, many tomorrows."

We will continue to be together.

I'm so happy to hear such a tactful remark from Mr. Zhou. Chen Goudan knows that his Mr. Zhou is extremely gentle and reserved.

Just like when he was in bed, he always didn't easily vent those feelings in his mouth, but he would still tell him honestly how.

If he cooks something that Mr. Zhou doesn't like, he won't say it, but he will give him the food.

He likes the closeness of Mr. Zhou, and he loves everything about Mr. Zhou deeply.

Suddenly, Chen Goudan laughed and raised his head to ask Zhou Long.

"Xingshun, when is dad coming?"

Zhou Long flicked his forehead helplessly, pretending not to understand what this honest man suddenly said that was not so honest.

"It will come tomorrow," he said.

Tomorrow will come.

When Chen Goudan saw Mr. Zhou's father, he thought of many ways. Maybe Mr. Zhou is more like his mother, so what should Zhou's father look like?Serious?stubborn?Otherwise, why is Mr. Zhou so troubled?

It was only when he saw Father Zhou——Zhou Kecai that he realized that this person was quite similar to what he had imagined.

Zhou Kecai looked very thin, and after several days of fleeing, he even looked malnourished.Looking at the appearance, it is somewhat similar to Mr. Zhou, except for the eyes and lips, but the rest is different; Mr. Zhou's father is more mature and serious, probably because he has been in the position of the head of the family for a long time. When he sees him, he thinks of those dignitaries , the upper class who are either rich or noble.

It is a person who is completely different from Mr. Zhou.

Chen Goudan defined Zhou Kecai in his heart. After all, Mr. Zhou in his mind is a teacher, gentle, patient, serious, and he believes that ten horses will not be able to pull back one thing.

Although it was summer, Zhou Kecai's clothes were very thick, probably because of his weak body, and he couldn't bear the lower temperature.

After Zhou Kecai knocked on the door, Chen Goudan opened the door with Mr. Zhou, and when he came in, he glanced at Chen Goudan.

"Who is this?"

There was indescribable contempt in his tone. Although Chen Goudan felt a little harsh after covering it up heavily, Zhou Long felt it directly.

He turned black on the spot, grabbed Chen Goudan's hand, and told his father word by word.

He said, "Father, this is Chen Zhicai, my lover, the husband of your future son."

"father!"

Chen Goudan followed and yelled sweetly.

And Zhou Kecai petrified on the spot.

The author has something to say:

There are still a few chapters to come to an end, thank you for the great support of the little angels with feathers all over the place, Kakaka