atypical romanticism

The next morning.

Zhou Yu was awakened by the smell wafting from the kitchen.

She put on a dress indiscriminately, her mind was not fully clear yet, she followed the scent instinctively, recognized that the person busy in the kitchen was Xiang Sheng, and froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Looking back to Sheng, he saw Zhou Yu standing in the living room wearing a nightgown with a dazed look on his face.

The straight and slender legs were exposed in the air, perhaps because she was too white, and the small scars that had faded looked particularly eye-catching on such legs.

"Wake up." Xiang Sheng looked away, turned off the fire, "Where is your bowl?"

Zhou Yu came back to his senses and said, "It's under the second cupboard on your left."

"Ah."

Zhou Yu was hesitating between going to the kitchen to help Xiang Sheng with the bowl first, or going to the bathroom to tidy himself up first. Xiang Sheng had already filled a bowl of porridge and brought it out. Seeing that she was still standing stupidly, he urged: " Teacher Zhou, facial cleanser and toothbrush don't have long legs, so I can't come and serve you by myself," Xiang Sheng chuckled, "Or do you want me to serve you brush your teeth and wash your face?"

Zhou Yu gasped, and quickly walked into the bathroom: "No need, I can do it myself."

She looked at herself in the mirror, the hickey on her neck reminding her that last night was another crazy night.

Zhou Yu sighed, and put the concealer on it as if he didn't need money, and said in disbelief: "Is this an octopus? Why do you like to smash your mouth so much!"

When she finished, Xiang Sheng had already sat on the table and drank the porridge slowly, and occasionally helped his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Zhou Yu looked at this peaceful scene, and his mind automatically matched the sound quality of the radio "" Peony Pavilion".

"It's ready," Xiang Sheng glanced at her, and said, "The porridge is lukewarm and lukewarm."

Zhou Yu sat down, only to find out that Xiang Sheng made porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat.

She doesn't have the habit of eating breakfast, but she was so tossed about last night, and she ate less than a bird last night, and now her hungry chest is sticking to her back, and she didn't realize it was wrong until she ate half a bowl of porridge——she Since when have such high-end ingredients been in the refrigerator?

"What did you do?" Zhou Yu asked.

"Well," said Xiang Sheng, "I got up early in the morning and thought about making breakfast by the way, but your refrigerator really surprised me."

Speaking of this, Xiang Sheng's incomprehension was already written on his face: "There is nothing in it, and one and a half of the two apples are broken. I was thinking that your refrigerator is not good-looking. Why do you bother to put such a big thing? Put it as a display?"

Zhou Yu took a sip of porridge, pretended to be confused, and said, "My apple is broken, thank you for helping me throw it away."

Xiang Sheng laughed angrily: "No, you're welcome."

The two drank the porridge in silence, staring at each other intentionally or unintentionally from the corner of the eye. Although Zhou Yu was hungry, he didn't have a big appetite. A bowl of porridge would be enough, but a bowl of porridge can only be called a "drink" in Xiang Sheng's place—— For breakfast, don't eat pancakes, fruit fritters or something, can it be called breakfast?

But Xiang Sheng is also a girl. Although her skin is thicker, she can't be shameless. Seeing Zhou Yu put down her chopsticks, she silently dismissed the idea of ​​serving another bowl of porridge. Looking at Zhou Yu, she asked The question I wanted to ask since last night: "Zhou Yu, do you little fairies in the fashion industry usually live by drinking northwest wind?"

Zhou Yu was stunned: "Huh?"

Xiang Sheng rolled up his sleeves, pointed to the bruise on his arm, and said sadly: "You are too thin, human bones have edges and corners, this is just the tip of the iceberg you left on me."

This sudden accusation caused Zhou Yu to choke a mouthful of porridge into his trachea, Xiang Sheng shook his head helplessly, patted her back with one hand and poured her a glass of water with the other hand.

Zhou Yushun recovered, a few tears hung on her eyelashes as if they were spiritual, her beautiful collarbone seemed to be shining in the sun, she was fascinated by Xiang Sheng, and suddenly she was flicked on her forehead gently, and heard Zhou Yu said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I apologize for being too thin."

Zhou Yu lowered his eyes and chuckled lightly, and said, "I can't be serious about dating, let's... ah!"

Before finishing speaking, Xiang Sheng bowed his head and kissed her collarbone.

Xiang Sheng buried her face on her neck, her warm breath dyed her ears red: "I never thought of asking for a title from you, title is very illusory, but the happiness of these two days It's true, you're happy too, aren't you?"

"To be happy in life is to have fun, Mr. Zhou~"

Zhou Yu wrapped his arms around her neck, and responded enthusiastically to Xiang Sheng, the voice in his head kept clamoring: She is finished.

Zhou Yu closed his eyes and let Xiang Sheng do whatever he wanted, buried Xiang Sheng's face in her arms, his hot hands stimulated her nerves, and lightly licked her ear with the tip of his tongue: "Zhou Yu, you are so beautiful, The face is beautiful, the legs are beautiful, here, even more beautiful..."

Just as Xiang Sheng was about to start the next step, Zhou Yu's alarm clock rang.

Zhou Yu came back to his senses, blushed and pushed her aside, and trotted into the bedroom.

Xiang Sheng looked at his soaked fingers, and smiled wryly—it's over, isn't Zhou Yu alone?

After cleaning up the mess on the dining table, she walked into Zhou Yu's room.

Zhou Yu was burying his face in the quilt, looking quite "shameful and angry".

"Get up," Xiang Sheng approached, rubbed her knees with his legs, and said softly, "You really don't usually eat breakfast, you go to work at nine and set an alarm for eight."

Zhou Yu took a deep breath—thin-skinned is thin-skinned, and he still deserves to be on class.

But with a sigh of relief in his heart, he simply broke the jar and took off his nightgown in front of Xiang Sheng to change into his underwear.

Xiang Sheng was taken aback for a moment, but after realizing it, he turned around and said with a smile: "Zhou Yu, how old are you, and you still act childish like this?"

Zhou Yu himself didn't realize that this kind of behavior was as naive as elementary school students breaking up friendship. His face burned after being pointed at by Xiang Sheng, but he still insisted: "Let's take care of it!"

Xiang Sheng laughed, but did not refute.

After Zhou Yu changed his clothes, he glanced at Xiang Sheng whose back was facing her, cleared his throat and said, "Turn around."

Xiang Sheng turned around obediently, she was still dressed as yesterday, the difference was that the boots on her feet were replaced by a pair of bear slippers, and the shining deer eyes looked at her innocently, if Zhou Yu hadn't been molested just now After a while, Zhou Yu may really reflect on whether he was a little too much just now.

"Don't look at me with those eyes of yours, as if I have dripped you somehow," Zhou Yu lowered his eyes and murmured, "Who did what to whom?"

"Ms. Zhou is unhappy because of this." Xiang Sheng smiled brightly, "How about doing something to me next time Mr. Zhou comes? I can do it, as long as Mr. Zhou is happy."

Zhou Yu heaved a sigh of relief and asked inexplicably, "Xiang Sheng, are you freelancers all this idle? I'm going to work, do you want to watch the house for me?"

"Although I am willing to serve, freelancers are also professions." Xiang Sheng leaned against the wall, twirling his index fingers, "Since I have already negotiated with you, I have to send my four The left-behind children are brought to Shanghua.”

Zhou Yu was taken aback, and asked, "Are you going back?"

"Well," Xiang Sheng nodded, "Don't miss me too much~"

"Tch, do your family members know that you are so narcissistic?"

"My parents have paid great attention to cultivating their children's self-confidence since they were young," Xiang Sheng shrugged. "Obviously, their education is very successful."

Zhou Yu shook his head, just as he was about to go out, Xiang Sheng suddenly hugged her from behind, buried his face in her neck, and took two deep breaths.

"What are you... doing?" Zhou Yu subconsciously raised his hand to touch his hot earlobe.

"Teacher Zhou is pitiful, please let me ask for a parting hug."

Zhou Yu lowered her hands, and the faint rose fragrance from Xiang Sheng's body soothed every tense nerve of hers - when they met for the first time, Xiang Sheng had this smell on her body, did she feel pickled?

Suddenly, Xiang Sheng let go of her, and Zhou Yu looked at Xiang Sheng in a daze.

Xiang Sheng smiled slightly, and said the cruelest words with the most innocent face: "Mr. Zhou, it's [-]:[-], and you're going to be late."

"I'll go!" Zhou Yu woke up instantly, and ran out quickly, not even noticing that there was a living person at home.

Xiang Sheng looked at the direction where Zhou Yu left, the sun was hitting the door, and the fine dust slowly falling in the beam of light shone brightly.

"The work is going well, Mr. Zhou."

-

Xiang Sheng returned to the imperial capital in the afternoon, and as expected, as a hands-off shopkeeper, Lu Junhui didn't give her the slightest surprise.

When I went to Shanghua, I was deceived. When I returned to the imperial capital, I had to fight wits and courage with the driver who tried to detour.

Not to mention all the hardships, it took a lot of effort to get back to the studio. As a result, the moment I opened the door, I was confronted by two couples who were kissing me on the sofa.

Xiang Sheng laughed angrily immediately: "Excuse me, I dare to ask, I am still the boss of this small workshop."

"Yes." Lu Jun nodded back.

"I was cheated on a business trip, and I still have to eat dog food when I come back. I wonder whose boss is as miserable as me!" Xiang Sheng threw the bag hanging around his neck at Lu Junhui viciously.Jiang Meng and Zhao Yan on the other side "automatically hide" with great insight.

Just when the two of them were about to watch the play silently, Xiang Sheng unexpectedly did not have an attack, and said to them: "You guys finish your movie today, take a rest tomorrow, pack your bags and go to Shanghai with me the day after tomorrow." , we will have a vacation after filming this job."

As soon as the words fell, the four of them looked at each other, looking at Xiang Sheng as if they were watching a ghost.

There are only two criteria for Xiang Sheng to start work - one is how you feel today, you can pick it up if you are in a good mood, and if you are in a bad mood, it is useless for a Lu Junhui to work at the same time; the other is that the bank card balance is not cute.

Because of the first standard, most of the time the balance is not cute, so Xiang Sheng is often forced to start work, and the price of being forced is that every time he comes back from the shoot, he has to scold Lu Jun back and forth three times. Hours count as venting.

The other three didn't persuade them either, just because they couldn't persuade them, definitely not because they wanted to see two comedians confront each other.

Xiang Sheng was tricked into going on a business trip to Shanghua, which was obviously "forced to open business". It stands to reason that Lu Junhui should have "nearly died" this time, but in the end, Xiang Sheng just complained that the people in this room were too tired and crooked.

Not normal, this is too abnormal.

Lu Jun asked tentatively, "You... have a convulsion in your head?"

Xiang Sheng sneered: "I know I'm mentally ill, so I don't need you to emphasize it, old man."

"Oh, conscience of heaven and earth, grandma, how dare I make fun of your head?" Lu Jun replied with a smile, "But I'm really curious that Shanghua City's feng shui is so good, it can wear down your dog temper gone."

"Old Lu," Xiang Sheng patted Lu Junhui on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "My dog ​​temper is only towards you, not others."

Lu Jun replied: "You are the fucking dog!"

"Hahahahahaha..."

Lu Jun heaved a sigh of relief, sat next to Yao Lu, and asked, "Lao Xiang, it's almost time for your review."

"Well," Xiang Sheng nodded, and his tone was as flat as if he was not going to the hospital for a review, but to buy milk tea at a milk tea shop, "So we're leaving the day after tomorrow."

"Old Xiang..." Before Lu Jun finished replying, Xiang Sheng raised his hand to interrupt, "Old Lu, don't try to persuade me, you know, I like my hair very much."

Lu Junhui's belly draft was torn into powder by Xiang Sheng's words—yes, Xiang Sheng loves her waist-length hair too much.

With chemotherapy, the hair will fall out.

Xiang Sheng collapsed on the 15-meter runway at the age of 800, interrupting his studies for a year.

She was lying in the hospital that year, and the face on the bed beside her was one person today and another person tomorrow.

Later, the person lying next to her became her attending doctor.

The always smiling woman was lying on the hospital bed next to her covered in tubes.Late one night, the two of them lost sleep together because of the pain, and the optimistic woman who had been persuading her to cheer up for the first time exposed her fragility.

She said that she is not afraid of death, because we will die eventually. What makes her sad is that she knows that she has no hope of healing, and in order to prevent her family from collapsing in the place where she has worked for more than ten years, let her colleagues witness her all the embarrassment and pain.

If disease is doomed to be incurable and death is inevitable,

She chooses the last time to live enthusiastically, laugh freely and freely, thanking the benevolent God for bestowing her a starlight.

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The author has something to say:

Some friends noticed that the copywriting has been changed. Yes, this article is no longer BE, but because the copywriting has been posted for a long time, I believe some friends came here for the BE ending. If it is changed to he, these friends may be disappointed. So I changed it to OE, and I will write two endings, please forgive me.I don’t know why (my dish is original sin) I feel that everyone doesn’t like this article very much. This time I must learn from experience to write a better story!Thank you for seeing my friends here, Bihat~

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Delicate and sensitive fake belly black language teacher x hot outside and cold inside sullen milk tea shop owner

In order to alleviate the heavy academic pressure, the students in the third class of Jiahe No. [-] Middle School began to knock on cp with the monitor.

One is Chen Yue, her humorous, young and beautiful language teacher, and the other is Su Luoxing, the owner of Yujie, an online celebrity milk tea shop in front of the school.

Especially when they knew that their Chinese teacher and the owner of the milk tea shop were classmates in high school, the children were all excited!

Chen Yue went to the milk tea shop to buy milk tea for a different purpose.

But knocking on the cp can't dance too much, the mid-term exam, the CP leader and monitor adjusted the vest with tears in his eyes.

Chen Yue looked at the sketch on the rough-edged draft paper. On it, she and Su Luoxing kissed passionately. The black and white lines depicted the sexual tension to the extreme.

The head cp was flustered, but Chen Yue just glanced at her calmly, without saying anything.

When everyone in the classroom had left, Chen Yue let out a sigh of relief, blushed and put the sketch carefully into the book.

-

When she was a student, Chen Yue was an existence with ordinary looks, ordinary grades, and ordinary family background, who could hardly be found in the crowd.

Normal and transparent.

In the cramped and narrow alley, the smell of inferior tobacco was choking, Su Luoxing's mouth was bruised, he gave her a sideways glance, and said hoarsely: "Open your eyes, those grandchildren are gone."

Chen Yue opened her eyes and opened and closed her mouth several times.

Su Luoxing frowned slightly—is this, are you scared?

"That," Chen Yue plucked up her courage and stopped her, "Who are you, why...why did you save me?"

Chen Yue's cautious appearance aroused the bad taste in her heart, Su Luoxing strode closer to Chen Yue, and chuckled softly: "Little dumb, remember, my name is Su Luoxing."

"I saved you because I am kind-hearted and willing to help others!"

Since then, the mountains and rivers and the moonlight are difficult to see, and I lean on the pavilion to look at the falling stars.

*Unrequited love/campus to city/he