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In the middle of a meal, Wen Yu choked and cried, and killed almost all the dishes, with incredible efficiency.

Jiang Nanzhi took a small mirror at the side to check whether his eyeliner was smeared or not, and after confirming that he was beautiful and flawless, he glanced at him: "This matter today is so exciting to you?"

"What's so exciting about seeing my dad?" Wen Yu signaled the waiter to bring another plate of yellow throat, got up and made a plate of sesame sauce and came back.

"It was only after I started working that my former partner... also worked here."

He lowered his head and picked up the chopsticks to stir the minced green onion twice, and smiled wryly.

"You know that too, don't you?"

After one operation, everything changed.

If he hadn't gone out by bike that day, maybe his life would have been completely different.

"I've heard of it." Jiang Nanzhi took a sip of his beer, thoughtfully: "After the two of you met, did you come back from the ashes?"

"He acted like nothing happened, and he wasn't even angry with me." Wen Yu took two deep breaths: "You don't know how many times I thought I couldn't see him before, and I rehearsed my apology."

Jiang Nanzhi raised his eyebrows: "Then once you talk about it, wouldn't you be able to do it all over again?"

"Absolutely, impossible." Wen Yu put down the glass, looked her in the eyes and said, "Of course half of it depends on our family's situation."

"My father is in prison, my mother has just been discharged from the hospital for less than a year, and there is another gay in the family. Don't even think about living a peaceful life."

He said it with great certainty.

All resistance has been given up, and half of the rebellious mind no longer exists.

"What about the other half?"

"The other half." Wen Yu laughed, her lips moistened with water.

"Wen Yu looks like a normal person, but he's a lunatic when it comes to dating."

"If I am caught by him, I will not be able to pay back the debts owed in the past ten years."

The debts of favor between friends, relatives and neighbors may be repaid one by one with time, energy and money.

Love mixed with debt is the abyss of pain and pleasure.

Jiang Nanzhi pondered for a moment and came to the final conclusion: "You will sleep with him."

Wen Yu took a deep breath: "Did you hear what I said?"

"You saw Wen Yu chasing me into the alley that day. He didn't even introduce each other in two or three sentences. This bastard just pressed me against the stone lion and kissed me!"

"My mother doesn't even know how many buses he takes to go home now, what is this?!"

After careful consideration, Jiang Nanzhi came to a further conclusion: "You will sleep with him, many times."

Wen Yu slapped the table, held back for a long time, not knowing what to scold, then fell back heavily on the back of the chair.

"This meal please."

Jiang Nanzhi opened a bank card casually: "Waiter, pay the bill."

Wen Yu hasn't seen Wen Yu since noon.

He remembered that Wen Yu should have a class at school on Friday, so he asked for leave in advance in the afternoon and left?

The campus of No. [-] Middle School is so big that there are three playgrounds and a gymnasium with a swimming pool. If you really want to avoid it, you may not meet anyone for a week.

Ever since Wen Yu came back to teach, Wen Yu has consciously kept his distance, nibbling any chance of chance encounters in the bud.

But every day, I will pay attention to whether he is there and whether the class is going well.

He picked out a few irrelevant documents and took them to the grade director's office to sign.

Director Huang was waiting for the order by the printer when Jianwen Yu came over and waved.

"It's just right, you will help me send out the list of this batch of teachers who are excellent, and you can ask students for help if you don't have time."

Wen Yu took it and flipped it twice, and saw his name on the front.

He has very good eyesight. After flipping through the front and back, he found that there was a sub-subject teacher.

"Is Teacher Fan going to train the music class? That's right, Teacher Wen is still in the probationary period."

Director Huang's expression was hesitant, but he also showed a bit of sincere regret.

"Mr. Xiao Wen I actually like him very much."

"The teaching is very attentive, and the students' response is very good," he sighed heavily: "It's a pity that he can't get along with the establishment, and many benefits from the school can't be given to him."

Wen Yu said casually, "Didn't Mr. Lei, who taught music in the third year of high school two days ago, retire?"

Director Huang shook his head. Seeing that he wanted to know, he lowered his voice and asked, "Aren't you his high school classmate? Haven't contacted him for a few years?"

Wen Yu frowned and said, "This has something to do with the establishment?"

Director Huang glanced out the window and closed the office door.

"I'm telling you this not to gossip and see who's making jokes, but to ask you to take care of Mr. Wen for me."

"If other teachers ask about such things in the future, you know the inside story, so you can help block a few words."

"Mr. Xiao Wen... someone in his family is serving a prison sentence."

"You also know that in his situation, he can only be regarded as a non-staff teacher according to regulations, and his salary is not much higher."

Teacher Huang was muttering worriedly, but he didn't notice that the aura of the young teachers beside him had cooled down.

"House prices in Beijing are so high now, and I don't know if he can afford to rent a house. I will find a way to give him more bonuses later."

Wen Yu lost his smile in a rare way, nodded and left.

Wen Yu ate hot pot with his cousin on Friday night, and he suffered from acute gastroenteritis the next day.

The taste is really too good to say, it is also spicy and numbing, and it is very irritating. If there is no stomach bleeding, it is God's face.

With a pale face, he wanted to get rid of his ex-boyfriend. After editing the WeChat messages, he looked at his phone and worried.

What people say is also true, if you are scumbag, you will be pigeonholed, and you still can't be a human being.

He thought and thought, and rolled on the bed.

[Bu Le]: See you at the porridge restaurant tonight. I invite you to eat Chaoshan porridge. The address will be sent to you.

The dog weather outside, he walked backwards without 38 degrees.

Going out to drink porridge like this... I'm going to die.

The other party did not reply to the message.

Wen Yu waited for 10 minutes and nothing came, and gradually suspected that this kind of arrangement was the fishing method in the rivalry between former lovers.

Then vaguely heard someone knocking on the door outside the yard.

I'm afraid that another tourist is idle and wants to take risks.

Wen Yu clutched his stomach and wrapped himself like a tailless sheep in the air-conditioned room, his stomach convulsed from time to time, the capsaicin probably hadn't been completely excreted yet.

The knock on the door disappeared, and the phone vibrated again.

Wen Yu answered the phone and said weakly: "...Hello?"

"Open the door."

Wen Yu hung up the phone with a snap, ran to the entrance of the yard while still wrapped in a quilt, and pulled the latch to open a small gap.

Wen Yu still dressed coquettishly.

The pure black T-shirt was fastened with a silver button, and the trousers looked like they had strong and long legs.

There was no scent of perfume on the man's body, but instead he had a refreshing smell after taking a shower.

"You are like this, and you still want to go out and invite me to a restaurant?"

After speaking, he gestured to open the door.

Wen Yu put his shoulder against the door and refused to open it.

"I don't want my image of Kaolin's Flower anymore," he said while suppressing his discomfort, "You come here dressed like a dog, and under my quilt is an old man's shirt, do you believe it?"

"Don't you want to talk to me?" Wen Yu turned his head to look at the old lady selling vegetables at the entrance of the alley, then looked back at him, and said softly, "I'm sick to my stomach? I'll make you some millet porridge."

Wen Yu clutched his stomach and took a step back, letting go of his hand in a futile manner.

He kicked the red brick by the door to the edge of the flowerbed, and whispered.

"I owe you another debt."

Wen Yu stepped in with half of his body, and felt very reasonable when he heard this.

"That way, I will direct you, and you cook porridge for me."

Wen Yu looked at him with a look of 'you're playing with me'.

"Here, there is an old lady selling vegetables at the entrance of the alley. You pick some small vegetables yourself, and wash them if you encounter insect eyes." Only roasted chicken came back, it was too vegetarian to eat.”

Wrapped in a quilt, Wen Yu stood still for a long time, trying to figure out if he was serious.

The man was also very patient: "My friend, you said you wanted to invite me to dinner."

The moral and logical aspects are impeccable, and he can indeed wait to eat now.

Wen Yu went to the entrance of the alley to buy a handful of cabbage in a delicate mood that he had never felt in his life, and spent 10 minutes cooking a bowl of vegetable porridge, during which time he also ordered half a roast chicken for takeaway.

The two sat facing each other in the old house with light bulbs hanging, and the simple and plain aroma filled the dining room.

Compared with the stereotyped and greasy dishes in the restaurant, this meal is indeed the most suitable for his body.

Wen Yu didn't even take the chopsticks, and sat obediently waiting for the meal the whole time, remembering to interview the other party's feelings before starting.

"I cooked a very fulfilling meal on the weekend, how does it feel?"

"I feel..." Someone wearing a racerback said lightly, "Degenerate."

As long as this is a romantic story, he, a sick little patient, should not be the one who cooks.

...Although cooking itself is not too difficult.

Wen Yu nodded lightly, and slowly drank the porridge while holding the rooster bowl, and started laughing while drinking.

"You're not afraid of choking." Wen Yu said coolly.

"It's delicious." Wen Yu smiled brightly: "The fire is just right, and the fragrance of the rice has soaked out."

Wen Yu gritted his back molars, lowered his head and scrambled for vegetable porridge.

After taking two mouthfuls, my nose became inexplicably sour, and I felt aggrieved after drinking porridge.

It's just that the eye sockets are a little red, but it seems that the whole person is wet and embarrassed like being drenched by a downpour.

Wen Yu hadn't been in the upper hand for long, seeing him put the bowl like this, he leaned over and coaxed him repeatedly.

"Angry? Little Ancestor, why don't you support me in the future?"

"It's because you said you owed me that I wanted to make such a bad move...you can't blame me either."

Wen Yu was still holding the porridge bowl in his hand, holding back his tears and threatening him: "You shouldn't have provoked me!"

"Why did I provoke you?" Wen Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I saw you sleeping next to me when I got on the plane, and it was your own idea to go back to school to teach."

"It's impossible for the two of us to fall in love, do you know that?" Wen Yu almost burst into tears, "Stop flirting with people, okay?"

Wen Yu rubbed his cheek with his fingertips, and said softly, "Why can't we talk?"

"Just can't talk!" Wen Yu put the porridge bowl away, wanting to reason with him: "You are a teacher, and I am also a teacher. What will the students think when they find out?"

"Aunt Qin doesn't expect you to marry a good girl? Will my family agree? How much have we changed since we haven't seen each other for ten years? Have you considered the consequences when you walk around in front of me every day?"

The man couldn't help but laugh.

"That's something to consider later."

"Besides, even if other teachers secretly fall in love, they may not tell you."

"Everything else is easy to agree to. It's impossible not to provoke you."

Wen Yu's nose was blocked right now, he let his fingertips lightly touch his cheek, and turned to look for a tissue: "Why?!"

"Probably because... our two sinful ties are too deep."

Wen Yu showed regret: "When I was a widow a few years ago, I also wanted to come here, but it was not very successful."

He stood up after taking advantage of it, and handed the tissue box to Wen Yu.

"Let's do that for today, tomorrow night I'll come over for soup."

"Be more conscious and put less salt."

After finishing speaking, he hummed a song and left, remembering to close the door casually.

Wen Yu blew his nose heavily, feeling annoyed and wanting to laugh.