After September, the rainy season came one after another. It rained every day for a while, and the weather turned cold all of a sudden. Xu Sui had never seen Zhou Jingze since the last conversation in the car.
Xu Sui went to work during the day, and when he went home to rest at night, he would think of Zhou Jingze's expression that night. After hearing what she said, his rock-black eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he said good night to her calmly. .
He was never seen again after that.
Xu Sui is also busy, and has been living a serious life. After get off work, he occasionally goes to the band tour, or drinks with friends. When he is at home alone, he just works out and reads books, and his life is fulfilling.
Last week, Xu Sui went to the flight base to ask for leave. When he went this week, the sky was gloomy, with gusts of cold wind, and a cloud of dark clouds pressed down, as if there were signs of rain. The trainees on the playground wear training uniforms and train on hanging ladders and solid rollers, so as to improve their physical fitness for high-altitude flight.
A slender man turned his back to Xu Sui, and whistled to integrate the team. His shoulders were broad, and his index finger knuckles knocked on folders when training people, which was very similar to Zhou Jingze.
Xu Sui was sitting in the car, thinking it was him, he couldn't help but look through the window.
It just so happened that when the other party turned around, it was a face with a completely different appearance and temperament.
A whistle blows and the team disbands.
A group of young people dispersed like birds and beasts with a "boom", and Xu Sui happened to find a car to park in the open space in the base. After getting off the car, the gravel ground under our feet was wet because it had just rained the night before, instead of being dusty like when the weather is good.
Every time Xu came all the way from the urban area, he often returned in ashes.
A few students stopped right in front of the room to wash their hands. The water from the faucet was turned on and flushed into the sink. They chatted while washing their hands.
"This instructor is much more relaxed than Instructor Zhou, if only he could take us all the time." A boy sighed.
"Tsk, Instructor Zhou, you are the fucking instructor Devil." Someone spat.
"Hey, I just hope he can be sick for two more days, otherwise my old life will be tossed by him." Someone echoed.
Xu Sui just pressed the car lock to lock the door, and when he heard their conversation, he couldn't help asking, "Didn't your instructor Zhou come?"
The students who were washing their hands turned around and saw that it was Xu Sui who greeted them, and they all shouted: "Hey, Teacher Xu."
The faucet was still dripping water, and someone explained: "Instructor Zhou is sick, and he has been on leave for the past two days."
Xu Sui nodded, without saying anything, turned around and walked towards the lounge.
The sky seemed to be getting darker again, the wind was getting stronger, the red flag on the playground was waving violently in the wind, and the clouds seemed to be dripping water.
It's going to be a rainstorm.
Xu Sui walked into the classroom early, checked the multimedia equipment, and tried the courseware on his notebook. Fifteen minutes of rest passed, the class bell rang, and students entered the classroom one after another.
Xu Sui only needs to take one big class a week, with a ten-minute break in between, that is, two small classes.
In this class, Xu Sui talked about some first aid knowledge, and invited the students to demonstrate. She was teaching the class seriously, when Xu Sui was interrupted by a yawn as if no one else was there, and then there was laughter in the classroom.
Looking down with a pair of almond eyes, it was a boy named Qian Sen. He was leaning back on the chair without a straight face. Seeing Xu Sui looking at him, he was not afraid, and even wrote a heartfelt note to her.
Xu Sui has an impression of this pair of students. He heard from the staff that the rich second generation, transfer students, majored in finance at university, came here on a whim after graduation and was interested in learning to fly, but he refused to accept the management and discipline here. It's a prick.
"Quiet, those who don't want to go to class can go out." Xu Sui's voice was cold.
The classroom was quieter now, and Xu Sui continued to teach. Forty minutes later, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. The students lay down on the table, and some got up and went to the corridor to have a wind.
A group of male students sat in a classroom, discussing three things: women, alcohol, and sneakers.
These rich guys were discussing loudly which club they signed up for a while ago, spent hundreds of thousands of dollars overnight, and who bought a joint baseball uniform.
But there are always people who don't fit in with them.
Within two minutes, they came in again, shook off the water on their bodies and cursed: "It's raining heavily, I'm sorry."
"The icy rain hit brother on the face." Someone kicked the door tightly.
Xu Sui was sorting out the documents on the podium, and couldn't help but look out the window. The white hot rain was pouring down like a white waterfall, and the strong wind came, slapping the window, making a whimpering sound like a trapped animal.
The students sitting by the window hurriedly closed the window, raindrops came in, and one or two splashed onto Xu Sui's neck, making it cool.
Xu Sui turned his gaze back to the courseware in front of the computer, and suddenly, a voice called her. Xu Sui turned around and saw a student, dressed clean and tidy, but the weather was very cold. He was wearing an extremely thin coat with only short sleeves on it.
He smiled shyly at Xu Sui and asked, "Teacher, did you put your left hand on top of your right hand in the first aid position last time, pressing on the chest
While he was asking and gesticulating, Xu Sui noticed that the skin on the back of his hand was dry and cracked, and there were blood stains. After a while, she recovered and told the other party carefully again.
After speaking, the other party followed Xu Sui to thank him. A male student on the right blew a long whistle when he saw this, and mocked brightly: "Oh, classmate, you are so serious, and you know how to ask questions."
Xu Sui glanced over, and after receiving her warning eyes, the other party shrugged indifferently and stopped talking. The male student who asked the question lowered his head and was about to go back to his seat, but in order to avoid conflict with them, he had to go out through the front door.
That student seemed quiet and dull, and even had a little low self-esteem.
Xu Sui put down the courseware and went out to use the bathroom.
In the corridor, the male student raised his hand and used his arm to block the slanting rain coming in from the corridor, and hurried in through the back door. Unexpectedly, he walked too hastily and one didn't pay attention, bumping into a person's chest, and accidentally brought muddy water to splashed on his shoe.
The atmosphere froze.
Standing at the back door, Qian Sen looked down at his newly bought sneakers, limited edition, brought over from the United States. He had waited for more than a month, and now there were dirty watermarks.
The other party obviously panicked and kept apologizing.
After the other party apologized, he shrugged his shoulders and was about to leave. Qian Sen grabbed his arm, stared at him, and said in a serious tone, "Is it over?"
The originally noisy classroom quieted down, and they all looked towards the back door in unison. Some of them were watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, while others had sympathy in their eyes.
It's really miserable to get into trouble with Qian Sen, an ignorant, scum rich second generation.
"What are you going to do with my shoes?" Qian Sen asked.
The other party blushed, unable to get used to the gaze of so many people for a while, lowered his head and murmured: "I'm sorry."
Qian Sen sneered, looked at him from above, and said in a contemptuous tone, "You can't afford it anyway, why don't you let me dirty your shoes and you'll be evened, how about it?"
Before he agreed, Qian Sen raised his foot and began to step on his shoes. The male student lowered his head, his fingers clenched into fists and trembling, watching a pair of brand-name shoes slowly slipping on his worn and worn-out uppers. Grind, then step down with the ground.
The sense of humiliation permeates the whole body, and the process of enduring it is quite long.
After Qian Sen stepped on him, he was finally willing to let him go. The male student lowered his head and walked forward with a sigh of relief. Qian Sen patted the ashes on his body, and laughed with his partners:
"Heh, poor ghosts are also qualified to be pilots."
There was a burst of laughter, mixed with a bit of snorting. The male student had gone far away, but this time he suddenly turned around, stepped forward in two or three steps, and grabbed his collar. Such a thin person actually dragged the strong Qian Sen to the corridor, and swung him vigorously. Fist, red eyes:
"What did you say?"
Qian Senren was stunned for a second, turned his face away to react, spat on the ground, and kicked the male student viciously: "Li Mingde, aren't you a fucking poor ghost."
Every time Qian Sen punched him fiercely, he would say a humiliating sentence:
"It's fucking unlucky to be in the same class as poor people like you."
"Where did the tuition come from? Steal it."
"A coward like you can still pass the exam as a pilot?"
Li Mingde was greatly irritated when he heard this sentence, and roared angrily: "Why not, my mother said it will be possible!"
His whole body seemed to explode, and he grabbed Qian Sen's arm and dragged him out, and the two fought in the playground. He knew that people like Qian Sen were the most respectable, so he dragged him into the rain and beat him desperately.
It rained heavily, like a white waterfall, and the wind was so strong that it uprooted. Xu Sui went to the toilet and came back, seeing the practitioners fighting from a distance, startled, and hurried over.
When the class bell rang, everyone stopped going to class and stood in the corridor to watch. Those who want to fight are also powerless. The rain is too heavy and the sky is freezing cold. Who wants to go out and seek guilt.
Xu Sui stood on the edge of the corridor and watched the two wrestling and fighting in the rain, feeling extremely anxious. These two students fought during her class, and she should be responsible.
After she asked the reason for the fight between the two, her eyes froze, she gritted her teeth, and rushed out, even if the people beside her couldn't pull her back.
Xu Sui ran out, the rain hurt her face, causing her to speak intermittently: "Stop beating."
The sound of the rain kept pattering, and the sound of the wind and fighting were mixed together, so they couldn't hear Xu Sui's words clearly. The rain was heavy, and the clothes on his body became heavy and drenched. Xu Sui was agitated by the rain, so he rushed forward and separated the two, only to be pushed hard by Qian Sen.
Xu Sui couldn't support himself for a moment, and fell backward uncontrollably.
She thought she would fall backwards, but unexpectedly, an arm firmly caught her, a familiar and bitter breath came, a shadow was cast over her head, and the sound of rain stopped.
Xu Sui raised his eyes and was startled when he saw Zhou Jingze appearing here.
Zhou Jingze stood in front of her wearing a black jacket and holding a black umbrella. His hair on his forehead was a little messy and his face was a little pale. He held Xu Sui with one hand and lifted him up to stand firm.
He handed her the long-handled umbrella, Xu Sui was a little confused. Zhou Jingze directly grabbed her hand and let her hold the umbrella. As soon as the person moved, his long legs stepped into the rain.
Zhou Jingze walked over, forcibly separated them, dragged them separately, and dragged them into the corridor with a cold face. Li Mingde was okay, Zhou Jingze grabbed his collar with his left hand, and he could only stagger forward.
Qian Sen was miserable. He just had a fight with someone in the mud and rain, and he was in such a mess. Not to mention that he was wearing a famous brand, but now that he was so dirty that people would believe that he was dressed like a construction worker on a construction site.
Zhou Jingze grabbed Qian Sen's hat, wrapped his index finger and middle finger around the two ropes of his hat, and dragged him forward like he was dragging garbage.
Qian Sen had never been so embarrassed in his life.
Zhou Jingze threw the two of them to the ground, and said in a cold voice, "Are you here just to fight? Huh? Pushing the teacher, you don't think it's embarrassing!"
"If you're still taking the pilot test like this, I'll pass you the first disciplinary test." Zhou Jingze said slowly, staring at the two people on the ground.
There were more and more people watching. Xu Sui closed the umbrella and stood aside. In fact, she was a bit cold. The crocheted sweater on her upper body was wet and her hair was also soaked. The water dripped into her neck, which was cold.
Zhou Jingze looked at them and asked, "Who will speak first?"
The two people lying on the ground struggled to stand up one after another, without speaking. The onlookers didn't dare to say anything, and suddenly, Zhou Jingze's mobile phone in his jacket pocket made a "ding", indicating that a WeChat message had come in.
Zhou Jingze took out his mobile phone and looked at it. A student sent him a video. Zhou Jingze was not afraid of anyone, and directly opened the external release. It is obvious who is bullying others.
The expression on his face slowly changed.
There was a dark color on Zhou Jingze's shoulders, water dripped from his browbones, and someone next to him handed him a pack of tissues. Zhou Jingze took it, and walked slowly in front of Li Mingde with a scrutinizing gaze.
During the whole process, Li Mingde kept his head down, huddled together, and his body was dirty. He was very afraid of being punished by the instructor, and he regretted his impulsive fight.
After all, if the instructor favors Qian Sen, it will be difficult for him to fly in the future.
Just like this trembling, when Li Mingde was hesitating whether to apologize first, Zhou Jingze stood in front of him, and suddenly squatted down, tore open the package of wet wipes, with a cigarette in his mouth, and wiped them slowly for Li Mingde in full view. Wear trousers.
There was an uproar.
Li Mingde backed away immediately, his neck was red: "Instructor Zhou, I... I'm fine, you don't need to."
"Let you stand still, what nonsense." Zhou Jingze's voice was vague.
The two paper towels went down and immediately became dirty and black. Zhou Jingze held the corner of the paper towels and said suddenly:
"Qian Sen, I apologize."
It was the first time Qian Sen was beaten so embarrassingly. It was good that he didn't settle the score with Li Mingde, and even apologized! He had just finished taking off his coat, threw it on the trash can, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "Why, he hit me first! He was the one who wanted to apologize—"
With a "snap", the black paper towel hit his clothes with a swift force, and the gray marks added another mark to the already dirty clothes.
"Because I'm your instructor! I've seen a lot of rich second-generation people like you, relying on the power of the family, taking shortcuts to do messy things," Zhou Jingze walked up to him with his hands in his pockets, looked at him, and spoke slowly , sneered, "I can't do anything in the end."
The originally quiet scene gradually became louder, and someone said, "Yes, Qian Sen, please apologize to others, isn't it enough that you usually bully Li Mingde?"
"It's okay to apologize, you did something wrong in the first place." Someone in the crowd shouted.
Someone also joked, "Yeah, if you are like this, who would dare to fly on your plane? If I were a passenger, I would definitely write a letter to complain to you!"
…
There were more and more voices denouncing Qian Sen from the crowd. Zhou Jingze glanced at the expression on Qian Sen's face. He was angry and humiliated, as if trying to bear something.
He didn't expect any repentance from this man.
Zhou Jingze withdrew his gaze from him, turned around, and was about to leave by the wrist of Xu Sui, who was already frozen to the side. The rain outside was still falling, and it still hadn't stopped. The rain slanted in and hit his face. On, raw and cold.
He was leading Xu Sui and was about to leave, when an explosive voice sounded behind him, his tone extremely mocking: "Aren't you just an instructor? Oh, no, you are also an instructor."
Zhou Jingze turned his head and looked at him straight. The noisy crowd stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere froze.
He has not spoken, and the expression on his face remains unchanged, only Xu Sui feels that he is holding his wrist tighter and tighter, as if he is extremely suppressing something.
Qian Sen walked in front of him, bowed his head and smiled. In front of everyone, the expression on his face was distorted by anger. His tone was full of contempt, and every word was stern, like a machete stabbing someone's heart. Hidden freshly scabbed scars:
"Instructor Zhou, your business has been spread in the class. I heard that you may never be able to fly a plane, and you can only live in this mountain for the rest of your life! And I have a bright future and a happy life."
How does it feel to be underestimated by your own students? Xu Sui didn't dare to look at Zhou Jingze's reaction beside him, but felt that his body was tense like a bow, as if it was about to be broken at any time.
She felt that it was possible that the scar had never healed, so it was better.
It's just that he's hiding it.
A strong and swift wind came through the hall, and Xu Sui felt his eyes were stinging. Seeing what Qian Sen wanted to say, she stopped her and said, "Stop!"
The atmosphere was stalemate, the air pressure on Zhou Jingze's body was really low, his dark eyebrows suppressed hostility and strong emotions, just when the students thought that Zhou Jingze was about to get angry, including Xu Sui also thought that he would even hit someone.
After all, when he was young, Zhou Jingze had a frivolous and proud personality. He never acted like a trapped beast, with sharp angles on every side, and fighting was commonplace when he was high-spirited.
But he didn't.
Zhou Jingze just took a deep look at Qian Sen, and then spoke after a while, with a hoarse voice:
"Wait for you to do my part, then say this."
After he finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze from Qian Sen's face, embraced Xu Sui, and with a face that had no trace of waves, he pushed aside the crowd and left.
The sky was very dark and gray, his back was tall and straight, cut to pieces by the dim light, silent, without a trace of skylight.
In the instructor's dormitory, a key with iron embroidery was inserted into the hole, twisted vigorously, and was kicked hard by someone's big foot to open it. As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Jingze picked up the remote control on the low cabinet and pressed it several times, and then the old-fashioned air conditioner started to run slowly, blowing out hot air slowly.
Xu Sui looked around, it was still a bunk bed, the top was empty, there was only a pillow, a thin blanket on the bottom bunk, a table directly opposite, a beige wardrobe, a kettle, everything else No.
"Are you sleeping here?"
"Occasionally." Zhou Jingze responded casually.
He was tinkering with the broken air conditioner. He didn't see her expression. He lowered his head, met Xu Sui's eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said in a helpless tone, "I just came here during my lunch break."
And that's okay too.
He is used to it.
Xu Sui's face was pale from the cold, and her lips were a little purple. Zhou Jingze asked her to sit on the bed, opened the closet, and took out several coats of his own to wrap her tightly.
He strode into the bathroom, pulled off the nozzle of the water heater on the wall, wanted to test the water temperature, raised his hand and turned on the switch, water poured on the back of his hand, and Zhou Jingze cursed in a low voice, "Fuck".
The water is fucking cold.
Zhou Jingze took out the bucket and washbasin in the bathroom, took cold water with a hot water bottle, heated it up, and then poured it in. He glanced at Xu Sui: "Be patient."
Xu Sui shook his head and said, "It's okay."
The water finally heated up, and Zhou Jingze found an unused dry towel for her. Xu Sui walked into the bathroom trembling, and closed the door with a "bang".
Zhou Jingze went out, stood in the corridor and smoked a cigarette. He closed his eyes and looked at the rain outside, which seemed to be a little weaker. After smoking a cigarette, he entered the door, his body was also very wet, and he planned to change clothes and go out.
He took out a set of clothes from the closet, and when he was about to change, he glanced to the left and his eyes froze. The door of the bathroom is frosted glass, and Xu Sui's undressing can be clearly seen.
Xu Suidan was wearing a corset, and seemed to be a little stuck when she took off her high-waisted jeans. She tore them off, and the jeans fell off, revealing her two long, straight legs.
Her long hair was draped behind her, her arms were bent, and she went around the back. With a "click", the button of her corset was unbuttoned, round and covered by half the shadow of the door.
Zhou Jingze's mouth felt parched, his stomach tightened, and he immediately retracted his gaze. He couldn't continue watching. He hurriedly changed his clothes and ran out again.
…
Xu Sui always takes a slow bath. After taking a hot bath, she feels much better and her body is warm. She walked out after washing and saw that the dormitory was empty and there was no one there.
She looked out subconsciously, and found Zhou Jingze standing in the corridor outside the door. He was wearing a black parka jacket, with thin and broad shoulders, and was smoking a cigarette with one hand.
The rain stopped a little and fell in a straight line, blurring in the distance. He was smoking a cigarette, and the blue-white smoke rolled out from his thin lips. He squinted and stared straight ahead, with a careless expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
For some reason, Xu Sui always felt that his back had a kind of lonely defeat.
After a cigarette was burned out, Zhou Jingze snuffed out the trash can that was about to be thrown away. He turned his head and saw Xu Sui who had finished the shower. The cigarette made a "squeak" and went out.
Zhou Jingze walked towards her, looked at Xu Sui's wet hair, and said, "I'll get you a hair dryer."
Xu Sui pointed to the wound on his brow bone and at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Take care of your wound."
It should be that when he was fighting just now, he got hit twice on the face.
Zhou Jingze was opening the closet to find the hair dryer, he was startled when he heard this, and smiled: "Yeah."
Xu Sui took the white hair dryer, slid the switch up, the hair dryer made a buzzing sound, and began to blow his hair. And Zhou Jingze found a medicine box from under the bed, sat by the bed, picked up his mobile phone as a mirror, and began to treat his wounds.
Xu Sui was blowing her hair with a hair dryer in her right hand. She saw Zhou Jingze brutally and randomly applying medicine to her face. Let me do it."
Zhou Jingze handed her the medicine, Xu Sui took it and gave him the medicine. As a doctor, Xu Sui was undoubtedly professional and skilled in administering medicine. She dipped a cotton swab in iodine, lightly tapped the wound on his brow bone, and then moved to the corner of his lips.
There were only two breathing sounds in the room, and Xu Sui took the medicine seriously. Zhou Jingze looked down at the woman in front of him. He was wearing his gray sweater. Because the sleeves were too long, he had to roll them up twice, revealing his white lotus-like arms.
Rain slanted in from outside the window, Xu Sui was wearing large men's slippers, and his clean toes curled up. Zhou Jingze's throat was itchy for a while, and emotions surged in his eyes for a moment.
Xu Sui raised his eyes inadvertently, and collided with his gaze in mid-air.
Her eyes were still clear and quiet, her lips were light red, but her demeanor carried a natural charm.
It seemed that any movement of her, or even a look in her eyes, could make his breathing disorder. Obviously did nothing, but hooked out her physical desire.
Looking at each other, like a tangled net, he was willing to fall into the trap.
Xu Sui took the lead to look away, handed him the medicine, and said, "It's finished."
Zhou Jingze reached out to get the medicine, but grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. Xu Sui's elbow rested on his chest, and the two of them were so close that it was hard to tell whose heart was beating so fast.
The rain outside became dense again, and Xu Sui's hair was hanging behind him, half dry, water droplets fell down slightly along the hair, and the floor was wet.
Xu Sui had a strand of wet hair sticking to his collarbone, but he still held her hand tightly, and the thumb of the other hand brushed her forehead, pulling the broken hair back, still gentle.
The room was dimly lit, and the hot wind from the old-fashioned air conditioner made people dizzy. Xu Sui raised his eyes and was flustered by his hot eyes. The two were so close that they only had each other in their eyes.
It seems that I forgot everything.
Zhou Jingze tilted his head and kissed her. Xu Sui watched him slowly leaning over, stroking her cheek with his thumb, at the critical moment of 0.01 meters.
When lips are about to touch.
Xu Sui turned his head and avoided it.
He finally kissed her right ear, and his lips touched the small red mole on it.