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The next day, Zhang Lili said nothing about her drunken talk about her network status. I don't know if she remembers and pretends that nothing happened. The busyness and fulfillment of military training suddenly diluted the impression of this matter in my mind. Seeing these half-grown children leave their parents and come here to study, I can't help but think of myself back then. "Teacher, when you let your hair down, you look a bit like that sassy girlfriend." A boy said. "What sassy girlfriend?" I wondered. "It's the Korean drama "My Sassy Girl"." "Actually, there is quite a difference in figure." I said modestly. "It's not about the height, it's mainly about the bun face." "..." Is this kid bullying me? What bun face, this is called baby fat, I complained wordlessly in my heart. On the way, Zhang Lili and I took a ride back to the city to do some shopping, but unexpectedly, we ran into Chen Tin...

  Hello everyone, sorry for the delay in update, I had a very busy week! At the end of the month, I went to the hospital to see my grandfather, and the old man's health was deteriorating day by day. It wasn't time for dinner, and it happened that the caregiver and grandma were not there. I couldn't help but sit on the edge of his bed and say a lot of private things. Later, when the nurse came to take his temperature, I suddenly remembered that Mu Chenghe was still waiting for me downstairs. These days suddenly cooled down, autumn and summer alternate, the hospital was overcrowded, and people with influenza are everywhere. Mu Chenghe waited for me in the waiting hall for more than an hour. I hurriedly apologized to him: "I lost track of time.” "Don't worry, it's raining outside anyway." When we got home, he had a cold. His symptoms were different from those of ordinary people, and he had a fever without any warning. But he tried his best not to admit t...

 "I didn't expect Mu Chenghe to be very cunning." Bai Lin said. "Why?" "Didn't you read the story of red roses and white roses before? When Zhao Xiaotang was bored that day, she asked Mu Hai which one he would choose. As a result, no matter what answer Mu Hai gave, he was bad, who chose who was wrong, and he was tossed for several days.” "Pfft—" I laughed, and I can imagine the embarrassment of Brother Mu Hai at that time. "Mu Chenghe is so smart, just say, dear, you are neither red nor white, but a pink rose, unique, compatible with the purity of white roses and the enchantment of red roses, unique." "..." In short, I fell in love with the name Po3a unconsciously. It was drizzling in the morning, and it was very refreshing and cool. We went hiking together. Some people on the mountainside were hooting, and when I reached the top of the mountain, I couldn't help shouting down the mountain: "po——3a." The tongue...

 Mu Chenghe didn't smile. His expression softened a lot, the redness around his ears gradually faded, and his skin was darker than before we went to the beach, but it didn't hide his handsomeness and aura at all. He pulled me into his arms and said, "Don't leave. If you leave, I definitely don't have the courage to continue living here alone." A very simple sentence, but it exudes fragrance like nectar, gradually spreading in the air, compromising my whole body and mind. I slowly responded to him. In the afternoon of that day, Mu Chenghe watched me empty out those two bags like a child, and then put everything back in their original places one by one. A person with a high IQ does not necessarily have a high EQ. It seems that what the psychologists really said is the truth. During the holidays, the unit provides pre-job training for new teachers. The so-called training is a meeting. The teachers of the school's personnel department each have a topic, and ea...

 At night, I sat cross-legged on the sofa and listened to him tell a lot of stories, even some experiences of his parents. His father was returning from studying in the United States and was teaching at University A, during which time he met his mother. "How did they meet?" I asked. He seemed a bit regretful about mentioning this topic, but he couldn't help my curiosity, so he replied slowly: "My mother was his student at the time." For a moment, I froze. He also said: "My mother was said to be bold and aggressive when she was young, but my father was more conservative even though he had studied abroad, so in the end it took many years before the two got married." He used two simple sentences to bring this story to the past, specifically how bold Mu's mother was, how traditional Mu's father was, and how the two finally got married, but he didn't mention it again. "And after?" "Later, they divorced." He said calmly. After...

 Mu Chenghe was originally a very good person to get along with, and his temper was also unusually good, sometimes cunning and slippery, sometimes quiet and docile. He didn't attend classes or travel during the holidays, so he wandered between the institute and his home. I was embarrassed to eat and drink at his house, so I tried to buy vegetables and go home as much as possible. He occasionally goes to the supermarket to buy some ingredients himself. At first he made me the red wine chicken wings, I thought he was a gourmet expert. Unexpectedly, that was definitely a misunderstanding. If he cooks by himself, the meat dish is fried shredded pork with shredded cabbage, and the vegetarian dish is boiled cabbage with cabbage soup. If you want to change the taste, it is fried pork slices with cabbage, sweet and sour cabbage, if you don’t drink soup, then pickled cabbage. Of course, if he still wants to change something, with his IQ, he can completely replace all the cabbage inside with...

 In my senior year, I took the last bus and got a scholarship of the lowest level as a substitute. The school gave me 300 yuan. This is something I hadn't thought of at all. On the night when I received the money, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. Bai Lin lay on the railing of the upper bunk, rolled her eyes and said, "As for what, three hundred yuan. People don't understand, and they think you've beaten chicken blood.” "What chicken blood?" I wondered. "It is said," Bai Lin sat up from the bunk, "After people push chicken blood with a needle, they will be hot and dry, their faces will be rosy, and they will not want to sleep for months.” So now I am standing in the middle of the guest room, it is almost early morning, and I have a feeling of being beaten again. I want to run to the balcony and scream loudly, but I am afraid that I will be heard by Mu Chenghe next door, and I am afraid that I will be heard b...