Exclusive Memory Chapter 11 Part 1

 "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 sound was deliberately drawn very long as if showing off.

"I taught you how to roll your tongue so that you can sell mutton skewers?" He squinted at me.

I giggled happily.

When we walked towards the parking lot in the middle of the mountain, there were more people and cars. Cars are coming and going, and the winding mountain road is not wide, and the curves are also sharp, so I have to stand by the side from time to time to avoid the vehicles going up the mountain.

After walking for a while, I found a traffic jam.

At this time, a minibus was honking beside us.

Mu Chenghe pulled me to give way.

It still honks.

The car window opened, and the driver shouted at Mu Chenghe: "Xiao Mu, it's so early."

After seeing each other clearly, Mu Chenghe said, "Oh, Teacher Qin. Why are you here?"

"Let's go up there to pick up a distinguished guest who came to visit the school. Principal Liu is also there." As he spoke, the windows of the car in the back row opened, and the person sitting there was indeed Principal Liu of University A.

Principal Liu said: "Xiao Mu, do you want to send you off?" This Principal Liu was the one who enthusiastically asked about Mu Chenghe's life-long affairs before the winter vacation. Probably for the sake of asking, he is quite familiar with Mu Chenghe or their family.

"No, I'm just out for a run."

Principal Liu's eyes fell on Mu Chenghe and he was about to say something with a smile on his face.

At this time, another voice came from the co-pilot's seat and said, "Liu Xiao, it's really Mu Chenghe, you have good eyes." The person who spoke was none other than Secretary Wu of our School of Foreign Languages.

Secretary Wu probed to see Mu Chenghe first, and then me.

"Isn't this Xue Tong?" He said.

"Hi Secretary Wu." I nodded.

Principal Liu couldn't help but glance at me when he heard the words, "Do you know Lao Wu?"

"It's a graduate of this year's English department. You should know Xue Tong. The TV station reported her when she was admitted to our school. Her father was a martyr."

Principal Liu seemed to be a little impressed, he suppressed his smile and nodded.

"Speaking of which, Chenghe also taught their class."

"Yeah." Mu Chenghe said, "Taught them Russian." Then he let go of the hand holding me without any trace.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the road ahead was cleared, and their car drove away slowly.

The two walked on the road one after the other. I didn't speak a word to him until we drove home.

I admit that I was angry, but not so much angry as it was distasteful.

As the new semester approached, more and more teachers from University A returned to the professor's college, breaking the tranquility of the summer vacation. Since that incident, I have tried to avoid going out with him as much as possible.

My mother called and said that Uncle Chen was going to visit me at home, but people said that I hadn't been home for a long time.

"Which Uncle Chen? Chen Yan's father?"

"No."

"Oh." Then I knew who she was talking about.

"Aunt Zhang downstairs said you were robbed, so she moved out."

"Well, almost a month ago."

"Why didn't you tell me about such a big deal? Did you steal something?..."

"No, were you scared away by me?..."

"Where have you moved?"

"A friend's house."

Mom was silent for a while, "Boyfriend?"

"Well." I said.

"Former classmates?"

"No, people have already started working."

"The one who accompanied you to see Chen Yan last time? Surnamed Mu?"

"Yeah."

"I heard Xiao Li who was driving talk about this Xiao Mu."

"Oh." I knew it.

"Xiao Li said that you only introduced him as a friend at the time, but he guessed that it must not be an ordinary friend, otherwise he would not care so much about you, and stayed with you for more than a thousand kilometers back and forth overnight. He is very nice."

"Well." I said.

"What's the matter with me all the time? How old is he and what is he doing?"

"Six years older than me, he is a teacher."

"Hey - I'm not the kind of rigid and old-fashioned person, as long as you think it's good. Now, you have found a job. You also have a boyfriend, so I feel relieved."

I don't know what else to say to her.

She mentioned at the time that she would not interfere with my relationship, as long as the other person is nice, and now it’s like this, maybe it’s okay to feel bad.

In the afternoon, I was collecting materials at the school personnel office.

My mother called again: "It's not appropriate for you to live in someone else's house now." She probably went back to digest my situation, and after the ideological struggle, she revealed her lobbyist nature.

"It's okay with us." One person in one room, only to the extent of holding hands and kissing.

"What do his parents think of you?"

"He's the only one in his house."

"Did he mention the two of you to the family?"

"I don't know, I don't know if he said it." Probably not, who else could he tell?

"Have you thought about what to do next?"

"No." I even had doubts about whether I was his girlfriend or not. I didn't think so far.

"Why don't you find an excuse to move out first, say that the school is too busy and the unit is too far away, so you live in the school? So Xiaomu won't be angry with you?"

"I'll think about it."

Thinking about it, I actually didn't have the slightest intention of moving away from Mu Chenghe's house. Recalling that day when he said he didn't want me to leave that desperate look in his eyes, my heart trembles now.

Why are those mothers on TV scolding their daughters who are just in love?

I sat on the seat of the subway, looked out the dark window, and talked to myself silently in my mind.

Obsessed?

I'm just obsessed.

Not only was I obsessed with ghosts, but I was also a little deviant.

Thinking of this, I smiled wryly, just in time to see the young couple sitting across from each other in the carriage who were in love like honey. The girl pouted something, and the boy pinched her cheek lovingly. But the girl pouted even higher, and suddenly continued acting like a baby. The boy couldn't help but kissed her.

I'm embarrassed to stare straight at the ground, don't look over.

A middle-aged aunt next to me carrying a non-woven bag snorted coldly and muttered a little: "It's really shameless, they think it's their own home."

I got out of the subway station, walked two streets, bought some food at the vegetable market, and went home. I heard someone calling me as soon as I arrived at the entrance of the professor's college. Turning around, I saw a classmate from the university, who was in the next class.

She saw the water spinach in my hand and asked, "Do you live here?"

"Yeah." I was glad that Mu Chenghe wasn't here. She had previously taken Russian classes with me. If she saw Mu Chenghe with me, the two of them went home with vegetables, she didn't know what would happen.

"Then, where did you go to work?" I changed the subject.

"I stayed in school. Now I'm doing something in the youth league committee of the outer courtyard, how about you?" she said.

"I'm at the Normal University."

"It's not bad, let's exchange numbers." Then she took out her mobile phone.

"It's so hot. What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for my grandma, she finally went out, and said she needed to go to the bathroom, and told me to wait for her here. By the way, Xue Tong, the Russian teacher who used to substitute for us, the handsome one, also lives here. I just saw him go in."

Before I finished speaking, the old lady who lived on the first floor of Mu Chenghe rushed out, still holding a fan in her hand, saw me and said, "Hey, Xiaoxue is back from shopping? Xiaomu just went back. "

The old and the young and I said goodbye quickly and disappeared in a hurry.

When I got home, I saw Mu Chenghe bought the same one as mine, choosing vegetables in the kitchen.

"What's wrong? It's like running for your life." He asked.

"Meet my classmate." I said out of breath.

Seeing his expressionless expression, I said again: "Her relatives live in this building."

Mu Chenghe raised his head and gave me a glance, but he didn't stop choosing vegetables.

I admit that at this moment, I was intentionally angering him with a bit of a demonic mind. It was as if there were two voices arguing in my heart, one said: I shouldn’t let everyone know, it made him trouble; the other wanted to tell to all.

At night, I turned over on the bed and saw the living room light coming in through the crack of the door, and suddenly felt uncomfortable again.

I used to have a high school classmate who studied with me in University A. She was in the Department of Mathematics. In my junior year, that is, when I was arguing with Mu Chenghe in my junior year, she said that there was a boy who was in love with his counselor.

This was a shocking thing to us at the time, so it became a gossip and was widely circulated.

But if you think about it carefully, isn't it normal?

College students fall in love freely, they can like teachers, brothers and sisters, workers and peasants, businessmen and civil servants, so why can’t they like teachers?

This incident is said to end with the resignation of the female teacher.

The classmate said: "It's really nothing. The school didn't stipulate that teachers and students can't fall in love. It's just that many students and colleagues pointed behind their backs, saying that she seduced their students and so on. That teacher had strong self-esteem, so she resigned."

In mid-August, the Normal University began to prepare for the admission of new students.

Both Zhang Lili and I will serve as counselors for freshmen, so the school held another meeting to emphasize and emphasize the rules and records. Teacher Wei who gave us "How to Correctly Handle the Relationship between Teachers and Students" a few times ago talked about it again and again.

"Some teachers think that they care about students blindly, and they don't distinguish between each other, or that the relationship between teachers and students is good if they develop friendship. That's not correct."

"No matter how familiar the relationship is, we must remember that the teacher-student relationship is always an intergenerational communication, and the teacher is an elder."

"The equality of teachers and students we usually talk about is just equality of personality, not equality of status."

"I've been talking about it for a long time, but that's what I mean." Zhang Lili muttered.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Teachers and students are not allowed to fall in love." Zhang Lili said, "What does it have to do with us? Those young male teachers are more dangerous, okay? Just call them over and educate them alone? We must stay here with us. That day I read the newspaper and said that there is a school that asks all the teachers and students to sign a military order, and there is one item in it: Do not fall in love with students or exceed the normal teacher-student relationship for any reason.”

Seeing that I didn't answer, Zhang Lili continued, "You said this school is so perverted!"

"Yeah." I answered absently.

"In short, as long as there is a teacher-student relationship, it must be the teacher's fault."

"Why?" I was surprised.

All public opinion agrees. Because in the eyes of the general public, students are vulnerable groups. Although everyone is an adult in college, the teacher is a high-ranking party, so it is generally believed that the teacher took advantage of his position to seduce ignorant students. 

"Students are better. If there is a male teacher and a female student, tsk tsk tsk, in ancient times, do you know what it is called?"

"what is it call?"

"No way."

I opened my mouth and couldn't say a word.

"It's not against the law, but it affects the school's reputation in particular."

At night, I went online in my room and found a lot of posts about the teacher-student relationship. Those who followed the posts and raised their hands in agreement seemed to be young children, but most of them were talking about the teacher, so I hesitated. After a while, I posted a post on the forum I often visit-is it still a teacher-student relationship after graduation?

"After graduation, can we be together? Will others still gossip and point fingers? Will they still speak ill of my teacher?"

After a while someone will leave a message.

ZFY Urban and Rural: It depends on what you think, the key is what your teacher thinks. If your teacher thinks so, then he will always think you are his student.

Otto Xiaodou: I don’t know.

Shula is Ayan's heart: Alas, even the bench is gone. Landlord, let me tell you, definitely not.

I went to the toilet and came back to find a few more messages from netizens.

Sumandara: What are you afraid of? No one cares, landlord, I support you even though I dare not.

①Personal travel: Although you have graduated, you are still a teacher and a student in the eyes of others.

I wrote another one:

I am the landlord, and I am still living in my teacher's house, do you think this is okay?

The following replied quickly.

Tuanzi. °: Living together? Classmate, you have courage.

Hailan Skylark 007: Your teacher is a beast, a beast, read it silently 10,000 times.

I was speechless when I saw the last message.

At this moment, Mu Chenghe stood at the door and knocked on my open bedroom door, "It's so hot, why don't you just turn on the air conditioner when you're alone?"

"Ah, okay." I was afraid that he would see what I was doing, so I hurriedly closed the webpage on the desktop.

What if he saw the word "beast"?

Seeing my flustered look, Mu Chenghe hesitated.

I smiled at him guilty, and very silly.

He glanced at my computer lightly, "You can turn it on yourself, the remote control is on the table." After saying that, he quickly returned to the living room without entering the room.

I looked at his background and kind of wondered, startled by my smirk? Or—did he think I was watching porn?

After he went back and there was no movement, I opened that page again.

I saw another reply:

Brother Hua who is sad alone: ​​Kao, do what you want to do, as long as your teacher is not the same sex as you.

I should have the rest done either tonight or the day after tomorrow since I will be busy tomorrow. I know I have been putting these out fast, but I have enjoyed the journey. I started this because I enjoyed reading it and I'm glad if you could too. If you have any suggestions for another book to translate after this one, feel free to comment.

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