little beast

Shen Chengan found his teacher on the bench in the park—no, it should be said to be his former teacher.

Not many people patronize the city parks in late autumn, especially in the north. In the afternoon, the autumn wind mixed with dead leaves wanders around, making a rustling sound, scraping people's faces like knives, and even the grandparents who are walking are reluctant to go here while walking.

A curled dead leaf fell on top of Sheng Frost's head.

In Sheng Shuangxu's arms was a three or four-year-old girl who looked very similar to him, thin and fair, and was sleeping deeply.

Shen Chengan raised his eyebrows and looked at him from a distance.

Sheng Shuangxu wrapped his coat around his daughter. He only wore a thin sweater, shivering in the cold wind, his slender and white knuckles were red from the cold, and he breathed lightly at his stiff fingers.

It was Sheng Shuangxu who discovered Shen Chengan first. He had been sitting on the cold and hard bench for a long time, and his cervical spine was aching. He tried to move his stiff neck, and when he turned his head, he saw Shen Chengan who had been standing with his hands in his pockets for an unknown amount of time. .

Sheng Shuangxu remembered Shen Chengan's face, he was the most beautiful kid in his class, a rare mixed race, with golden brown hair and a pair of green eyes.

Although the man in front of him has become taller and more mature, the bones that support his appearance have basically not changed. In Sheng Shuangxu's impression, he is still the taciturn and thin boy.

"...Chengan?" Sheng Shuangxu paused, the first thing he thought of was Shen Chengan's appearance, and then the name Shen Chengan was slowly squeezed out of his memory, "Are you Shen Chengan?"

Shen Chengan nodded, showing a gentle smile, and the dead leaves creaked under his feet.

Shen Chengan was a little nervous, not daring to get too close to Sheng Shuangxu, for fear that he would hear his own beating heartbeat.

The excitement almost overwhelmed Shen Chengan's long suppressed hatred.

He stopped at one end of the bench before he started talking to Sheng Shuangxu who was sitting at the other end: "Teacher, long time no see."

"Why are you here?"

Sheng Shuangxu was embarrassed to let his former students see his current predicament. He lowered his head, helped his glasses that had slipped off, and said, "Something happened at home, I'm going out to relax..."

Shen Chengan knew Sheng Shuangxu's embarrassment, he knew everything about him - divorced his wife, won custody with great difficulty, then was expelled from the school, couldn't even pay the rent, and could only hold the child in his mother's womb. The sick daughter lives on the street.

Sheng Shuangxu's father, who was born in a noble family and wanted to save face even after his downfall, immediately severed his father-son relationship with him.

No friends, no family, poor like a lost dog.

Sheng Shuangxu was so poor that he didn't even have any luggage, only a backpack containing his own and his daughter's clothes.

What Shen Chengan was waiting for was his downcast appearance.

Shen Chengan said: "Teacher, my house is nearby, go and sit at my house for a while."

As expected, the person in front of him hesitated. For his poor self-esteem as a teacher, Sheng Shuangxu refused to admit that he was kicked out, and said hesitantly, "Isn't this... a bit too much trouble for you?"

Shen Chengan knew that he would not compromise easily, so he said: "It's too windy outside, you always have to look at Nannie's body. She's so small, she can't be blown like this."

"I just went to have a cup of tea. I haven't seen you for a long time. I also want to talk to the teacher."

Nannan is Sheng Shuangxu's daughter——when Sheng Shuangxu thought of her, she felt more confident facing her former students.

It was indeed too cold outside.

Sheng Shuangxu nodded and stood up holding her daughter.

He only cared about the child who was so hard to fall asleep for fear of waking up, accidentally, he almost bumped into Shen Chengan's arms, and Shen Chengan was standing there looking at him.

It wasn't obvious when he sat down, but when he stood beside Shen Chengan, Sheng Shuangxu realized that he was a head taller than him, and Shen Chengan's shadow could cover him.

Shen Chengan didn't speak or move.

Sheng Shuangxu said awkwardly: "Chengan, is your house nearby?"

"Well, it's nearby," Shen Chengan pulled back his wandering thoughts, and said the same thing again, "Go to my house and have a cup of tea, teacher."

Shen Chengan intentionally or unintentionally put his hand on Sheng Shuangxu's thin shoulder, leading him to walk in the planned direction.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't notice Shen Chengan's malicious hand, and he definitely wouldn't know what was going on in Shen Chengan's head at the moment when he was in a daze just now.

Shen Chengan was thinking about his custom-made shackles hidden in the drawer of the coffee table in the living room.

Sheng Shuangxu's neck was much slender than he had guessed, he thought, the shackles would definitely pinch Sheng Shuangxu's chin, and a thin blush was rubbed on the chin.

Through fantasies, a dark pleasure of revenge arose in him.

It was as red as the dress in Sheng Frost's closet.

Shen Cheng'an's family lives in the most prosperous villa area in the city, and there is only a narrow road away from the residential buildings of ordinary residents. Sheng Shuangxu used to be a member of those dilapidated residential buildings. Looking at other people's big houses.

When she reached the porch, she woke up.

The girl sneezed, looked around with curious eyes, and said, "Dad, where are we going?"

Sheng Shuangxu comforted him in a low voice, "Father met a former student named Shen Cheng'an, let's go to Brother Cheng'an's house to play."

Nannan moved her eyes to the tall figure who was walking in front, and said, "I haven't seen him before."

Sheng Shuangxu hummed softly.

Of course Nannan never met him, Shen Chengan disappeared after graduating from high school, and never contacted Sheng Shuangxu again.

Shen Chengan could hear it clearly, he didn't look back, and after leading Sheng Shuangxu to sit down in the living room, the daughter fell asleep leaning on her father's shoulder again.

Fatigue, lethargy, heart failure, how could a little girl have such a disease.

Shen Chengan smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Shen Chengan said: "Teacher, let me take my daughter to the guest room to sleep for a while."

Sheng Shuangxu was not wary of the person in front of him, and let Shen Chengan carry the child into the guest room. It was the first time that Sheng Shuangxu sat in the middle of such a large living room, his fingers pressed against his knees in a daze, Shen Chengan was the only one in the empty room The sound of a door being pushed open.

The key in Shen Chengan's hand rattled and clicked, and the door of the guest room was locked.

Sheng Shuangxu turned his head in surprise when he heard the sound, the key ring was hanging on Shen Chengan's slender fingers, the sunlight from outside the window shone in, reflecting the light made of metal.

Shen Chengan is very good-looking - he was thin and small when he was a teenager, and he was as beautiful as a doll in a Western oil painting. Now that he is in his 20s, he already has the sex appeal of a mature man. He took off his coat, shirt Tucked into trousers, it wraps beautiful muscle curves.

As for Sheng Shuangxu, he still looked like a weak scholar, his eyes under the glasses looked like a panicked rabbit.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Shen Chengan played with the key in his hand nonchalantly, and let out a low chuckle, "Do you want some hot tea? I'll make it for you."

Unreasonable panic emerged in Sheng Shuangxu's heart. His daughter was locked in the guest room by Shen Chengan, while he was still sitting in the empty living room.

Sheng Shuangxu said: "The key..."

"Oh, this." Shen Chengan put the key into his pocket, his expression unchanged, "The key is in my hand."

"What do you want in exchange?"