Too much

It was midsummer, with cicadas singing, and the elm tree in front of the window was full of branches and leaves. The sunlight passed through the gaps between the oval leaves of the elm tree, casting spots of light the size of copper coins on the pale yellow paper.

Shen Zeming stood with arms folded, looking expressionlessly at the boy standing in front of him with his head bowed.

The boy's name is Zhou Xiao, and he is the most mischievous student in Shen Zeming's class, but at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he is half a head taller than Shen Zeming, who is almost 30 years old.

But the height difference did not weaken Shen Zeming's momentum.

His complexion was pale, and there was no emotion in those slightly raised eyes. He stood there in a normal manner, without deliberately choking his throat, but it made Zhou Xiao feel a little fearful for no reason.

"Zhou Xiao, there are only three things."

Shen Zeming's voice was cold and indifferent, with no ups and downs in his voice, as if nothing could arouse his emotions. When Zhou Xiao heard him speak for the first time, he thought it was a new teaching robot bought by the school.

"At 03:30 in the afternoon, let your parents come over."

Hearing this, Zhou Xiao raised his head in embarrassment, and stared at Shen Zeming with wide eyes.

Shen Zeming glanced at him expressionlessly, and Zhou Xiao immediately languished, with his hands behind his back, and he slouched beside Shen Zeming like a big dog, and said in a soft voice: "Mr. Shen, Brother Ming, you'd better Now, can we not invite the parents? I promise there will be no next time! Please do me a favor, please forgive me this time!"

"No." Shen Zeming picked up the jujube ginger tea on the desk and took a sip, "Call the phone yourself, or should I call it for you?"

Seeing that acting like a baby was not going to work, Zhou Xiao rolled his eyes and said loudly, "I will fight myself!"

Shen Zeming nodded, and handed Zhou Xiao's third confiscated mobile phone to him.

Zhou Xiao turned his back, dialed the phone pretendingly, and said angrily to the other end of the phone.

After a while, he hung up the phone, turned his head to show Shen Zeming a faceless smile, and said triumphantly: "What a coincidence, Mr. Shen, my mother said that she is at work and has no time to see you."

"Is that so?" Shen Zeming saw the truth, raised his eyelids to look at him, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Zhou Xiao's mother.

Zhou Xiao's complexion changed suddenly, and he opened his mouth wide and said twice. Seeing that Shen Zeming finished explaining the situation to the phone in a few words, his mother repeatedly agreed and promised to teach him a lesson when he went home.

Zhou Xiao stopped eating completely, and walked out of the office without Shen Ze yelling at him.

Shen Zeming didn't say anything, hung up the phone, opened the lesson plan and started preparing lessons.

In the afternoon, when the wall clock on the wall reached 29:[-], there was a moderate knock on the door outside.

At this point, the teachers in the office have classes. Shen Zeming thought he was a student, so he didn't raise his head, and just said a word.

The knock on the door stopped, followed by footsteps from far to near, once, twice...

Thirty seconds later, a pair of shiny leather shoes came into Shen Zeming's eyes. He frowned imperceptibly, raised his head, and suddenly froze.

The man has deep brows and eyes, a straight nose and thin lips. His blue eyes are hidden behind round-frame glasses with gold wire rims and chains. There is a vague smile on the corners of his lips. His familiar and unfamiliar features gradually overlap with the person in his memory.

The name that had repeatedly appeared in his dreams, but always remained in the dark, almost blurted out.But how is it possible?It's been ten years.

Shen Zeming slightly shifted his gaze, bit the tip of his tongue, and was about to ask, when he heard the man's low and soft voice: "Mr. Shen? I'm Zhou Xiao's parent, Qi Jingchen."

Shen Zeming's breath was stagnant, he looked up in a daze, and suddenly bumped into Qi Jingchen's playful eyes, his eyes met, Qi Jingchen raised his brows lightly, and the corners of his lips widened.

"Long time no see, Shen Zeming." He put his hand on Shen Zeming's shoulder, with a smile in his voice, like an old friend he hasn't seen for many years.

But they are clearly not even friends.

Shen Zeming lowered his eyes, buried his fingertips deeply in his palm, "Long time...no see."

The small office fell into silence for a moment, Qi Jingchen didn't seem to have much thought of reminiscing about the past, he put down his arms, the smile on his lips faded a bit, he adjusted his glasses, and said seriously: "Mr. Shen, what did Zhou Xiao do wrong?"

Two golden chains hung loosely on both sides of Qi Jingchen's shoulders and neck, shaking slightly following his movements, Shen Zeming was a little dazed, the initial surprise and accident faded away, leaving only a sense of helplessness.

He and Qi Jingchen haven't seen each other for ten years, Shen Zeming doesn't know what to say and what to do.

He closed his eyes hard, then raised them, his eyes were already calm, "Who are you to Zhou Xiao?"

"Of course I am, Zhou Xiao's father." Qi Jingchen laughed out loud.

Shen Zeming froze again, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. The word "Dad" seems to have thorns, piercing the layer of peace wrapped by the years, rolling around on the tip of the tongue, and piercing into the heart with pain.

"you are married?"

"What?" Qi Jingchen paused for a second, leaning his elbows on Shen Zeming's desk. He was wearing a black shirt with two buttons on the collar and the cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing a charming forearm. The diamond ring stands out.

"I'm almost thirty, is it strange to get married?"

"Or, Mr. Shen is still unmarried?"

Shen Zeming moved his lower lip without denying it, "Yes."

Qi Jingchen just laughed, he smiled brightly, but his eyes seemed to be coated with ice, "That's right, after all, people like Mr. Shen are good at playing with emotions."

"How could you be willing to be bound by a paper marriage?"

"Shen Zeming, how many times have you slept in these years?"

The author has something to say: Gong is not married.

-1.Shuangchu and Shuangjie, there was no one else in the ten years of separation, only each other from the beginning to the end.

2. Demining: Three views are not correct/a lot of dog blood/gong is abnormal/shou is sick/pretentious and twisted without talking about literature/writing is not good/some plots may have logic bugs/a small amount of tone.Teach the plot / the author's second book is not very good-looking 3.Readers with a certain degree of control should read carefully [Highlight]

4.It is true that the three views are not correct, and there is no normal person who can accept it.

5.And all the medical knowledge in the article was written by illiterate authors. Corrections are welcome, but don't scold me~6.The author is glass-hearted, don't tell me if you abandon the article, thank you!

7.The small theaters appearing in the article are all to make up for the number of deleted words. CP stipulates that the number of words in Chapter V is only a lot more, so don't worry about charging more money~ If you feel uncomfortable, please stop the loss in time!

Just read the text, the most important thing is to be happy!

Do not be angry!Do not be angry!Do not be angry!