Tong Qiu shyly nestled in Huo Zhixing's arms and fell asleep. Since the two divorced, he moved out of this house and rarely slept with others. The only time in the past few months was when Huo Jiao got married. After holding back all night, it was an unpleasant sleep.
But this time it's different, Tong Qiu feels more comfortable than ever before.
The body is refreshed, and the heart is also refreshed. The soul and body are exalted and happy together.
Before going to bed, Huo Zhixing set two alarm clocks, the two of them didn't rest much all night, they just concentrated on the exam, but no matter what, they still have to get up early tomorrow morning to go to work.
The teacher missed class the next day because of the invigilation in the middle of the night. This cannot happen.
She went to bed early in the morning, and Tong Qiu was woken up by the alarm clock at seven o'clock.
Wrapped in the quilt, he groaned and turned over again. The pain in his butt made him wake up immediately.
I haven't done that for a few months, but this one is more fun than the previous year's total. It's like a lid in a lid, and one piece is worth five pieces.
But the happy result is that his legs are still spread apart at dawn, and it hurts when he moves.
Not only does Tong Qiu's butt hurt, but his head also hurts. After all, he drank fake wine the night before.
He raised his hand and touched his head, feeling like he had a fever.
Tong Qiu was moaning uncomfortably under the covers, when Huo Zhixing, who had already made breakfast, opened the door and came in.
"Uncomfortable?" Huo Zhixing was still wearing an apron, he looked like a handsome and caring house husband, he walked to the bed, leaned over directly, their foreheads touched, Tong Qiu immediately held his breath.
"It seems a little hot." Huo Zhixing got up slightly, and touched Tong Qiu's forehead with his hand, "Is there any class today? If you can't, please ask for leave."
"No, I have to go." Tong Qiu grasped the bed sheet and remembered, but Huo Zhixing went straight up, put his hands under the opponent's armpits, and picked him up.
Tong Qiu lazily hung on Huo Zhixing's body and smiled: "I seem to be disabled."
Huo Zhixing also laughed at him: "Shall I borrow a wheelchair next door to take you to work?"
"Farewell," Tong Qiu searched for his clothes, "Feng Kaiwen must have been thinking too much, thinking that you raped me domestically and caused me to have my limbs amputated, so let me tell you, my student loves his teacher so much, he can talk to you Desperately."
Huo Zhixing chuckled in his ear, laughing until Tong Qiu's ears itch, everywhere.
"Hey..." Tong Qiu was looking for his clothes. After searching for a long time, he finally found his... thongs beside the laundry basket.
"Huh? What's the matter?" Huo Zhixing turned his head to follow his gaze, and smiled again, "I didn't have time to tell you yesterday, the invigilator wore thongs when he entered the examination room, he was very scheming."
Tong Qiu fell silent, buried his face in Huo Zhixing's neck, feeling ashamed and flustered.
"I think it's too late for your early self-study. If I remember correctly, you have class in the afternoon and don't rush to school." Huo Zhixing picked him up again with all his strength, "Go take a bath first, your...your friend The ding/word/pants were dirty yesterday, don’t wear them, there are new underwear at home, I’ll find you a pair.”
Huo Zhixing carried Tong Qiu under the shower: "I may have to go first after eating and taking medicine. The key is still in the drawer of the shoe cabinet. Remember to take it when you leave and lock the door for me."
Tong Qiu stood under the shower and looked at him: "Are you leaving?"
Huo Zhixing stepped forward and squeezed Tong Qiu's tunnel: "Reluctant to bear me?"
"...No, let's go."
Huo Zhixing went out with a smile, closed the door for him, and went into the house to find clothes for him.
When Tong Qiu came out after washing, Huo Zhixing had already changed his clothes and was ready to go out: "Eat first, I put the medicine on the tea table, don't wear the same clothes as last night when you go to work today, I'm afraid your students won't be able to bear it, I will give you a hand." You took a set of mine, it might be a bit big, so wear it just fine."
Tong Qiu rubbed his hair blankly and looked at him.
"I'm leaving first, call me anytime you need something." Huo Zhixing opened the shoe cabinet and put the key on it, "Remember to take the key when you leave."
That bunch of keys was put there when Tong Qiu moved out, and there was still a small pendant on it that they bought at a roadside stall when they got married, it was a gray ugly pig.
Huo Zhixing beckons for Tong Qiu to come over.
Wrapped in a bath towel, Tong Qiu walked to the door, but he didn't know what was going on, and someone had already stolen his incense.
"Okay, I have the strength to go to work today." Huo Zhixing pulled his wet hair vigorously, "I'm leaving, see you tonight."
Huo Zhixing finally went out. Tong Qiu stood at the door by himself, and it took him a long time to realize it. He blushed and rolled his eyes and muttered, "Who will see you tonight!"
Tong Qiu, who endured the pain in his butt and sat down to eat, began to recall what happened last night, everything was quite wrong.
Although he would not say that he would not be drunk after a thousand cups, it was really impossible for him to pour down just a few cups, and the state at that time was not like the usual feeling of drinking too much, his hands and feet were numb, his whole body was weak, but he was conscious.
Tong Qiu took a bite of the egg, which was his favorite soft-boiled poached egg. While continuing to wonder, he couldn't help but want to praise Huo Zhixing.
He remembered that when Huo Zhixing went to the bathroom at the bar, the bartender brought a glass of wine and said it was a new product for customers to try. Men are not in the same group.
He thought about it, he really couldn't go to the bar by himself in the future, men in their thirties were also worried about it.
Thinking of this, Tong Qiu is quite happy, which shows that his charm is still the same as before!
After eating and drinking enough, Tong Qiu went to change his clothes. When he looked in the mirror, he felt a subtle sense of happiness, and he didn't know whether it was because he was finally "fed" or because he was wearing his ex-husband's clothes. In short, his mood was so good that even cloudy days It made him stunned to see the sun.
Before going out, Tong Qiu took antipyretics, took the key that originally belonged to him, and went to work.
On the other side, Huo Zhixing, who had just walked into the Sanhu Police Station, raised his hand and knocked on his apprentice Zhao Heyu's table, so frightened that Zhao Heyu, who was eating buns, almost choked to death.
"What's wrong, master?" Zhao Heyu looked up at him.
"I wanted to check a bar with me tonight. Someone played tricks on your wife's head."
Tong Qiu usually arrives at school early in the morning, and has never been absent from early self-study, but today he arrived at the end of early self-study. When he reached the door of the building, the bell just rang for the end of get out of class. He went straight to the classroom and went to the school. Look at the little brats he misses.
The uncle of the doorman saw him and greeted him with a smile: "Teacher Tong has changed his style today."
Tong Qiu smiled: "Handsome?"
The doorman nodded and grabbed a handful of candies for him: "My daughter is getting married, so I'm happy."
Tong Qiu thanked him, put the wedding candy in his pocket, and walked along the corridor to the classroom.
Huo Zhixing was taller and stronger than him, and Huo Zhixing's clothes were usually one size larger than his, and their dressing styles were also different.
Generally speaking, Tong Qiu wears dark shirts at work, trying to make himself look more mature and stable, but when Huo Zhixing is not wearing police uniforms, he mostly wears T-shirts, which is casual.
So, when he was standing at the door of the class wearing a T-shirt and jacket, Feng Kaiwen, who came back from the toilet, looked at him with a smile and said, "Brother Tong looks very different today!"
The 18-year-old young man has the same keen insight as the 50-60-year-old uncle, and Teacher Tong expressed his satisfaction.
Tong Qiu glanced at him, and waved his hand to tell him to go back to the classroom quickly.
Feng Kaiwen is very well-behaved, he is obedient and doesn't get tired of being around him, but he still drops a bomb before running away: "This seems to be the style of the former teacher's wife!"
Just as Tong Qiu gave a "tsk", Feng Kaiwen had slipped back to his seat.
With such a clever little student, Tong Qiu didn't know whether he should feel happy or sad.
Tong Qiu stood at the door for class, and when the English teacher came, he slowly returned to the office.
Since the school entered the 100-day countdown to the college entrance examination, the air pressure in the third grade has dropped as a whole, not only for the students, but also for the teachers.
In the office, every day, there are teachers who are awkward because of rushing for classes, and each course has a chain of contempt, and their Chinese is stepped down by all subjects, and they are at the bottom of the food chain.
In the afternoon, Tong Qiu murmured in the office that there were a few students whose grades in science were not bad, but their scores in Chinese were stuck in the early 100s. "Ms. Tong, Chinese is a subject that cannot be scored."
Tong Qiu wanted to open the drawer and take out the earplugs.
This is a big office for them. Last year, due to some messy reasons, the school asked their language group to temporarily move here to share an office with the math group. Since then, these Chinese teachers have never been happy.
"After all, you are a science student." The old teacher said, "Although you may not like to hear what I say, but you who teach Chinese, if you want to lead a class, you still lead a liberal arts class. Your liberal arts thinking is different from our science thinking."
Tong Qiu smirked, holding the papers and books to be taught in the next class, and left.
"I'm not happy anymore." The teacher looked at Tong Qiu's back, feeling very wronged, "Is there something wrong with what I said? It's just different!"
Tong Qiu, the language teacher who rolled his eyes, walked quickly to his class. There were two minutes left for class, and the classroom on the third floor of senior high school was completely silent.
Those children who used to be fussy are no longer noisy. Everyone either discusses the topic in a low voice during class, or seizes the time to catch up on sleep, and is more serious than ever.
When Tong Qiu walked to the door of the class, he stood there observing everyone for a while, and then entered the room after the bell rang.
Because he had tossed so hard last night, Tong Tongqiu is still not feeling well now, but he is not feeling well, so he still has to attend class well.
In order to reduce unnecessary pain, Tong Qiu stood there without moving during this get out of class, and was going to go home early after class, so he had to go to the pharmacy to buy an ointment and apply it.
"Brother Tong!"
Tong Qiu walked towards the office with the book in his arms, but was stopped by Feng Kaiwen before he had gone far.
"say."
Feng Kaiwen took out two crumpled movie tickets from his school uniform pocket: "First of all, it's not a bribe. Tomorrow night's movie was given to me by my mother a week ago. I can't go, but you and your wife can go."
Tong Qiu gave a "tsk" sound: "If you can't go, I will return it to your mother."
"She and my dad have both gone to my grandma's house. If no one goes, you will be blind. You take it, and I will pave the way for you and your wife's love!"
Feng Kaiwen stuffed the two tickets directly into Tong Qiu's hands, turned around and ran away.
Tong Qiu looked down, "Crazy Cloud in the Ancient Tomb", VIP screening room, lovers seat.
It's a bad movie at first glance.
But Tong Qiu's gaze was attracted by the "Love Seat". For more than 30 years, he has never sat in the Love Seat.
Come to think of it, it's kind of miserable.
But if he asks his ex-husband to sit in the couple seat with him, will Huo Zhixing think too much
The author has something to say: Little Theater, Huo Zhixing: Yes.