On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

University A staff canteen.

Cong Cong put the plate on the opposite side of Shan Cen, and sat down himself, "Why do you want to come to the cafeteria today?"

Since Shan Cen moved to the vicinity of the school, he has basically never been to the cafeteria. Today he suddenly came here, and Cong Cong asked curiously.

"There is a painting that needs to be rushed." Shan Cen said.

Cong Cong nodded clearly.

"Didn't you have no class today? Why are you at school?" Shan Cen asked.

Speaking of this, Cong Cong was furious, "Who knows what the leader is doing, he insists on letting us come to work, saying that someone from above wants to check, and I don't know what to check. The quality of teaching can be improved as much as the rate of paper output in the office.”

Cong Cong bit a piece of spring roll with a 'crack', "Didn't your academy say that?"

Shan Cen shook his head, "No."

"I knew it would be like this." Cong Cong said, "Weiwei also said that their foreign language department doesn't need it." He said, he sighed a lot, "Oh! Why is it that our philosophy department gets hurt every time? I Why is life so hard?"

Shan Cen raised reasonable doubts, "Because you are free?"

"..." Cong Cong almost gasped, feeling a knife stuck in his chest.

However, as a former good roommate and now a good colleague, Cong Cong still reminded, "You'd better pay attention to it recently, especially when you are in class." He lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the higher-ups attach great importance to this Check, the people who come here are not young, don't be caught by the pigtails."

Although Shan Cen didn't take it to heart, he still nodded.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these bad things." Cong Cong suddenly remembered the business, and asked: "Let's have a dinner together with my classmates at night? It just so happens that Tianheng has opened a new Japanese food store, and the teacher in the office Said, the taste is very authentic."

Shan Cen slowly picked up a piece of braised eggplant, and found that the oil was a bit too much, so he put it back on the dinner plate, "I have something to do tonight."

"What's the matter again?" Cong Cong gave up when he heard it, and counted with his fingers, "You figure it out yourself, how many times have we asked you out in the past six months? Every time you have something to do, what are you busy with?"

Shan Cen's expression remained unchanged: "Painting."

This time it's not that he's making excuses, but it's really something. He has to rush out a painting in the next few days, otherwise he won't have to have lunch in the cafeteria. "The gallery is in a hurry."

"Okay." Speaking of this, Cong Cong couldn't force it, "Then when do you have time? Let's make another appointment."

Shan Cen thought about the recent schedule, "After the final exam."

"Okay." I am very satisfied to be able to invite someone to Cong Cong, anyway, the final exam is not far away, he said casually, "Let Lin Lu come with me then."

Shan Cen paused for a while, "He may not be free."

"Then pick a time when he is free." Cong Cong answered naturally.

Shan Cen: "Try your best."

Hearing Shan Cen's somewhat perfunctory tone, Cong Cong's heart suddenly burst, remembering the rumors he heard in the office recently, he looked around, and after making sure no one was paying attention to them, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked: "Shan Cen , tell me honestly, is there something wrong between you and Lin Lu?"

Shan Cen looked up, "Why do you say that?"

"Someone opened up the forum to pick you and Lin Lu, and they said it in a good way." Cong Cong said and handed the phone to Shan Cen.

Shan Cen took a glance and then looked away, "Sincerely, the writing is good." It's just nothing new.

Cong Cong: "..." Is this what he asked?

He coughed lightly, and asked cautiously, "Besides, Teacher Qin who lives in the same building as you said that she has never seen Lin Lu, nor his car, so she guessed that you might It's the same as what was said on the forum, it's already...then what..."

Cong Cong struggled for a long time before he squeezed out the last two words, "Divorce."

Shan Cen lowered his eyes, neither admitted nor denied, just said: "It's just gossip."

The world has its own two sides. Some people think they are created by nature, and of course some people think they are inseparable. It just depends on which side has more people.

Although Shan Cen said so, Cong Cong was still a little worried. After all, he rarely saw Lin Lu, so he tentatively asked, "Then what are you doing now?"

Shan Cen raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Not leaving."

"I'll just say it." Cong Cong slapped his thigh, obviously heaving a sigh of relief, "I'll reply to you in the afternoon to clarify, the rumormongers are divorced, and you can't scold them to death."

Shan Cen didn't pay much attention to it, because some of what he said was true, but because of Lin Lu's amnesia accident, he didn't make it to the last step.Otherwise, according to the original plan, Lin Lu is now his ex-husband.

"Never mind," he said.

"How can I do that?" Cong Cong said angrily, "I have to justify my brother's name. When the time comes, I will put the headline 'The whole world is divorced, and the God of Grass and the God of Flowers will not leave' on the forum, from time to time Remind those people."

Shan Cen: "..."

It doesn't have to be!

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The afternoon sun was just right, and there was a breeze blowing by. I don’t know who caused a ripple in someone’s heart; I don’t know who, lightly pressed the button of the camera to freeze the beauty of this moment.

The boy was wearing a black apron stained with paint. The belt of the apron was tied behind the waist, making the already thin waist even more slender.

He pursed his thin lips, held a paint tray in one hand, and a paintbrush in the other. With a focused expression, he used paint bit by bit to draw apple trees full of green apples.

The greenery is full of greenery, which is directly in front of the eyes.

When Lin Lu came, he saw such a scene.

In his memory, he had never seen Shan Cen's paintings like this, but the feeling in his heart at this moment told him that he had seen his favorite baby countless times like this, and dyed the pure white canvas with color little by little.

Holy and beautiful.

The alarm bell rang, and Shan Cen stopped the paintbrush in his hand.

He was about to take two steps back to check the effect, but he suddenly turned his head to look at the window as if he had sensed it.

Immediately, they met a pair of smiling eyes.

The owner of the eyes was sitting on the window sill, one long leg was bent, and the right hand holding the baseball cap was resting on it, shaking it once and for all.

A handsome face with sharp edges and corners, when not smiling, his star-like pupils are sharp.

He is clearly a 23-year-old mature youth, but his expression has the childishness of a 17-year-old boy. The two looks that should be incompatible are perfectly blended together in this person.

Seeing Shan Cen looking over, Lin Lu immediately showed a big smile, his exposed teeth were dazzlingly white.

Shan Cen's heart beat faster.

Lin Lu jumped off the window sill, and walked around to the front door with the milk tea that had become normal temperature.

Shan Cen avoided Lin Lu's sight, lowered his head and took off his apron, "Why are you here?"

"I miss you!" Lin Lu took it for granted as he handed over the milk tea, "Coconut milk tea, only added three parts of sugar, not sweet."

Shan Cen didn't answer, "I'm going to class soon."

"Then take it there and drink it after class." Lin Lu couldn't help but stuff the milk tea into Shan Cen's hand.

Shan Cen tightened his fingers, and there was enthusiasm coming through his fingertips, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Lin Lu took two steps forward, tilted his head and looked at it for a while, "It looks familiar, where is it?"

Shan Cen's fingertips trembled, and he changed the subject abruptly, "I'm going to be late."

After speaking, he turned and wanted to leave, but Lin Lu called to stop him, "Wait."

Shan Cen raised his eyes.

The next second, under the shadows, he smelled the clean mint fragrance from Lin Lu's body, and a soft kiss fell on his forehead, and he left immediately.

But it left a scorching heat behind.

Lin Lu's eyes were full of the little one who had succeeded in stealing a kiss, "The painting is very beautiful, baby, come on!"

All the way to the third floor of the teaching building, the place where I was kissed was still hot.

Shan Cen raised his hand to touch it, and finally felt that even his fingertips were warmed.

In classroom 301, seeing Shan Cen come in with a cup of milk tea, the students below showed a clear expression.

Someone gave food to Teacher Shan again, but unfortunately, Teacher Shan doesn't like sweets, and he doesn't even touch milk tea.

Those people are really so careless about chasing people, they can't even grasp such a little information, they really don't work hard.

However, everyone stared at the cup of milk tea with eager expressions on their faces.

Fang Xi, who was stained with grandma's ashes, raised her hand first, "Teacher, is it still the old rules?"

Shan Cen put down the milk tea, "What old rules?"

Fang Xi pointed out, "Milk tea!"

Occasionally, students or admirers would secretly give Shan Cen food, and when he couldn’t return it, he would use it as a class reward. Everyone was used to it, so they took it for granted that this cup of milk tea would be a prize.

When Shan Cen came to his senses, he glanced down and nodded, "Yes."

After getting Shan Cen's approval, everyone quickly quieted down, and then silently made up their minds that they must draw well this time and strive to get that cup of milk tea.

With such longings in mind, the only thing left in the classroom is the sound of brushes brushing across the canvas.

Shan Cen stepped down from the podium, looked at the students one by one, and gave a few words of guidance from time to time.

After talking about light and shade with a student, Shan Cen straightened up and glanced at the podium unconsciously. The milk tea was placed on the edge of the podium. From this angle, one could just see the cup on this side. pattern.

It's a sticky smiley face drawn with a black marker.

Shan Cen froze suddenly.

He took a few steps to the podium and picked up the milk tea cup in one hand. Sure enough, there was a small downward hook on the right side of the smiling face's mouth where the pen stopped.

This is Lin Lu's habit of drawing. He said that if he draws like this, he will be able to recognize it at first sight next time. It is the smiling face he drew.

The bottom of my heart suddenly felt a little astringent, as if I was gently hooked by this hook.

The get out of class bell rings.

Shan Cen moved his fingertips, and in the next second, there was a sound of "Zi La", the straw broke the seal, and Shan Cen picked up the milk tea cup.

Fang Xi just glanced at the podium habitually. He didn't know if he didn't see it. He was startled when he saw it. What did he see?Teacher Shan drinks milk tea?

He subconsciously shouted, "Teacher!!"

Shan Cen: "..."

Fang Xi's exclamation not only broke the tranquility of the classroom, but also called Shan Cen's thoughts back.

He raised his eyes and glanced around, calmly said: "Everyone draws well, the class monitor will help you order, one cup per person."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, they immediately cheered, "Thank you teacher!!!"

"Teacher, we love you!"

"Teacher, I will definitely give you full marks in the teacher evaluation this semester."

"Yes! Full marks are required!"

……

No one noticed that there were several people standing outside the back door of the classroom, the leader of whom was sullen and recording something with his mobile phone.

Fang Xi raised her hand, "Squad leader, I want pudding milk tea with ice."

"I want red bean QQ milk tea, hot!"

"I want a caramel macchiato."

……

Amidst the lively ordering, Shan Cen finally tasted the milk tea. The sweet and greasy aroma of milk tea filled his mouth, and Shan Cen frowned lightly.

Three points of sugar, still too sweet.