This question remained unanswered until Chi Xiaochi's summer vacation.
He sat opposite Zhu Shoucheng and wrote "Happy Summer Vacation".
After Zhu Shoucheng wrote a lesson plan on the computer, he stuck his head out and asked him, "What can't you do?"
Chi Xiaochi just picked up a geometry problem and asked humbly where the auxiliary line should be drawn.
After his observation, Zhu Shoucheng is a very patient person.
No wonder he didn't notice Zhu Shoucheng's malice when he was a child. In the first three days of tutoring, Zhu Shoucheng didn't show any ambition to cross the line. Can't pick anything wrong.
He can only wait.
Like Chi Xiaochi, Zhu Shoucheng was also waiting.
Zhu Shoucheng is an experienced hunter, while Chi Xiaochi is a rare and excellent prey in his career.
If I can make Chi Xiaochi fall in love with him too...
if…
With such a beautiful dream, after helping Chi Xiaochi to solve the geometric problem, Zhu Shoucheng returned to the computer and continued to write on the "Lesson Plan": Chi Xiaochi lacks fatherly and motherly love, and should be cared for emotionally.
At the end, he added today's newly edited content into a folder named "Chi Xiaochi".
Every student he loves will have such a dedicated folder on his computer.
The next day, after Chi Xiaochi came to his house, he held down the workbook he was about to open, as if afraid that Chi Xiaochi's parents who were going to work would hear him, he shoved, and said gently, "We won't learn today, Let's go fishing with the teacher."
As he expected, Chi Xiaochi blinked in surprise and surprise: "fishing?"
Zhu Shoucheng knew that few children of Chi Xiaochi's age really like to study. They would rather go out and wander aimlessly for a day than to look at the exercise book for an hour.
Having been with children all the year round, Zhu Shoucheng's adult air is mixed with a childish air that does not match his age, which makes it easy for him to give children the illusion of "he is in the same country as me", which is quite cordial.
He smiled and said, "Yes. The teacher wants to be lazy today and doesn't want to go to class. Can you accompany the teacher?"
If you want to quickly get closer to your child, it is very simple to play with him, please him, and then share the same secret with him.
Zhu Shoucheng took Chi Xiaochi to a fishing pond that he often went to.
The owner of the fish pond recognized him, and seeing him carrying a fishing rod, he greeted him warmly: "Mr. Zhu, bring the students to fish again."
Zhu Shoucheng nodded to the boss.
And these words really aroused Chi Xiaochi's curiosity.
Zhu Shoucheng lowered his head and explained with a smile, "Teacher likes fishing."
He studied and compared that fishing is a very suitable activity to bring students.
Boys of this age have rarely fished, but they just feel that the name is new, but they usually don't take the initiative to try, and they often get anxious after sitting for a while.
At this time, it was when Zhu Shoucheng made his move.
His fishing skills are quite superb, he is equipped with fragrant bait prepared by himself, and he understands the habits of fish in this river. As long as he secretly changes the bait, a fish will be hooked within five minutes.
Children of Chi Xiaochi's age, whether male or female, will more or less admire people who "can easily do things they can't do".
About half an hour later, as planned, Zhu Shoucheng took away Chi Xiaochi's fishing rod and fished for him, while he spread his legs on the low stool and patted the mosquitoes.
There were always a lot of mosquitoes by the water. Without Zhu Shoucheng's reminder, Chi Xiaochi didn't bring anything. Zhu Shoucheng lent the toilet water that he had prepared a long time ago to Chi Xiaochi.
Seeing the pale green liquid dizzy on his bare arms and calves, Zhu Shoucheng swallowed softly, properly restraining the greed in his eyes.
"Xiaochi, your legs are really white and straight." Zhu Shoucheng's compliment didn't contain any sensuality, just like an ordinary sincere compliment, "You should play basketball."
Chi Xiaochi lowered his head and smeared his calf, and the slender and soft muscles were pressed into a wonderful arc under his palm: "I play basketball well."
Zhu Shoucheng said, "Really? Let's discuss it another day?"
Chi Xiaochi was surprised: "Teacher can play basketball?"
At this time, Zhu Shoucheng's fishing rod was bent by a fat stupid fish.
He threw the fish out of the water and fell to the ground.
Seeing Chi Xiaochi's eyes that lit up instantly, Zhu Shoucheng was satisfied.
He picked up the fish and removed the hook from the fish's mouth. Like the fish, there was a strange shimmer in his eyes.
In the evening, when he returned home, he threw his clothes on the bed, pulled up his collar, and the smell of garlic from grilled fish was all over his body.
But Zhu Shoucheng didn't want to take a bath.
He recalled the way the boy chewed fish under the light, and how he felt when he peeled off the skin and used chopsticks to separate the tender fish.
He was extremely fortunate that he had not given up on this prey before.
Zhu Shoucheng thought, he got another love.
When he was in a good mood, his son called with a good news.
He said that his plan to work in the United States has been highly praised by his superiors. If nothing else, he will go to the United States for preliminary work in about a week.
The son expressed deep reluctance on the phone, saying that the only thing he could not rest assured was the old father, and asked his father if he wanted to go abroad with him.
Zhu Shoucheng is guarding his garden. It is when the spring breeze is complacent, and his heart is full of sweet love. How could he agree to such a proposal? He gently refused: "Okay, just as we agreed before, I will go to you as soon as I retire. , when the time comes, I will bring you Meizi children in the United States, ah."
The son over the phone choked a little, saying that Meizi would pack his luggage for him, and he wanted to go home with his father as soon as possible while he was still in the country.
This undoubtedly disrupted the rhythm of Zhu Shoucheng's strategy.
But he knew how to manage his own image quite well, so after putting down the phone, he personally went to Chi's house and sued Chi Xiaochi's parents for two days' leave.
For the next two days, he could only secretly watch Koike pass by from the crack of the door, listen to the sound of his descending stairs one step at a time, and the sound of video game music from the diagonally opposite downstairs room, imagine Looking at Chi Xiaochi's expression when he did all this, his heart was full of sweetness.
Zhu Shoucheng is a very affectionate person. When he is determined to fall in love with each student, he will immerse himself in it with all his heart. Therefore, he can gain a brand new youth every time.
After his son bid farewell to him reluctantly, Chi Xiaochi started his daily tuition again.
In order to dilute the possible boredom of studying after he played to his heart's content, and to prevent him from transferring this boredom to himself, Zhu Shoucheng was not in a hurry to guide his homework, but chatted during the tutoring time and asked him with concern: " Xiaochi, you have a rash on your body."
Chi Xiaochi raised his arm: "Yeah. I get rashes easily when the seasons change."
"We're an old building, it's already humid, and when it gets hot, it's not easy to get a rash." Zhu Shoucheng took out the ointment specially designed to treat dermatitis, and seemed to have no intention of saying, "It's all old, your parents Didn't you think about preparing some medicine for you?"
Chi Xiaochi pouted: "They don't care about this kind of thing. They just think I was bitten by a mosquito."
Zhu Shoucheng shook his head and said, "It's ridiculous."
Zhu Shoucheng's notes clearly stated that in order to gain resonance with young boys, there are a few simple tips, scolding teachers, scolding parents, and talking about girls.
Try a hundred spirits.
This time the result did not disappoint him.
Zhu Shoucheng easily pried off Chi Xiaochi's chatterbox, and the two complained about Chi's parents together. Hit the teacher here.
When Zhu Shoucheng heard the words, a small fire burst into his heart, and his throat was thirsty.
But he still adhered to the steps of the lesson plan written in advance, and said mildly, the home still has to be returned, but if you want, the teacher's home is open to you at any time.
The development of things was just right, and even Zhu Shoucheng felt a little boring.
This hunt is hardly any challenge for the old hunter.
Fortunately, the prey is attractive enough, which greatly reduces the boring process of the chase.
During nearly half a month of tutoring, Zhu Shoucheng took care of this beautiful fruit carefully, and moisturizing it silently accelerated it little by little.
Summer is a good time to harvest.
At noon one day, when the electric switch clicked off, when he was sweating profusely on the bed and found that he missed Chi Xiaochi unbearably, Zhu Shoucheng knew that it was time.
Zhu Shoucheng got out of bed wearing slippers, and checked everything in detail, checked the refrigerator, and prepared candy on the bedside table.
Each child, after being harvested, will receive a candy.
When Zhu Shoucheng spread out the sheet a little, he touched a halo of hazel, and then he suddenly remembered that this sheet seemed to have been used by the last child lying here.
The blood on his head could not be washed away.
Zhu Shoucheng still vaguely remembered that after the event was over, the child was lying on the bed blankly.
He whispered, "Teacher, did I do something wrong?"
Zhu Shoucheng told him that it was love, and then took his photo.
… in every detail.
As a skilled worker, Zhu Shoucheng knows too well the intensity of a boy's shame.
They don't speak out about the hurt they've been through because the world talks about sex every day.
If weak girls are hurt, they can rely on "women's inherent physical weakness" to add a layer of helpless sadness, then boys don't even deserve this reliance, and they will even get a good deal in addition to the hurt. The contempt of his masculinity.
"Aren't you going to run?"
"Can't even beat it?"
"Then you're so useless, you can't even fight."
Boys who were hurt at a young age are often more ashamed than girls to open their mouths. Even if they are anonymous on the Internet, they are reluctant to speak. They would rather keep this matter in their hearts and rot together with the heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney. others see.
And the photos and videos left by Zhu Shoucheng cut off their last trace of courage for revenge.
Unless Zhu Shoucheng is killed, no one can guarantee that the things they left behind when they were ignorant will not spread, will they destroy their existing family, destroy their reputation, and make them become other The little gossip and jokes after a meal.
Their lives have been hurt from the root, do they still need to pinch off the flowers that they managed to grow in the ruins because of this person
As a result, in the end, only the sentence "Forget it", which seems to be light and light, is actually riddled with holes.
Zhu Shoucheng did not change the sheet.
He walked to Chi Xiaochi's house and knocked on the door.
"Have you taken a nap? It's a power outage. It's very hot. I have mung bean popsicles at home. Would you like to come?"
The sleepy-eyed child inside followed unsuspectingly with a schoolbag as usual.
Zhu Shoucheng stared fascinatedly at the child eating mung bean popsicles across from him, and gently wiped the corners of his lips with a piece of paper.
Chi Xiaochi ducked subconsciously at first, but quickly calmed down: "Thank you, teacher."
A beautiful child is the most seductive no matter what he says.
And a beautiful and gentle child, in Zhu Shoucheng's view, is a treasure in this world.
Zhu Shoucheng spoke softly and frantically with love words, gentle and praiseworthy, filled with the poetry and passion of prose poetry.
The progress went smoothly beyond imagination. Chi Xiaochi was as ignorant as all the children he had ever seen. Under his command, he lay down on the bloody sheet.
Zhu Shoucheng froze abruptly when he was about to cover his body and press his fruit to harvest it.
"… teacher."
Chi Xiaochi's voice sounded a little trembling, but Zhu Shoucheng had no time to tell whether it was because of fear or excitement.
"Why don't you move?"
The cold sweat on Zhu Shoucheng's back was dripping down.
... He didn't know when the paper cutter was held by Chi Xiaochi.
And now, the tip of the knife, shining with snow, was staying between his legs.