Shi Ci drove back to the teachers' accommodation area with a little confusion.
She lived in a relatively new apartment building. She drove her car into the garage and parked it. Before getting out to look for her handbag, she caught a glimpse of something on the passenger side that didn't belong to her.
Shi Ci leaned over to pick it up. It was a small object with a black headphone wire wrapped around it.
Tang Zuo ran all the way into the dormitory, leaning his back against the door and gasping for breath.
There were crystal beads of sweat and goose bumps sprouting on her white and slender neck.
She was the only one in the dormitory anyway, so she slowly slid down to sit on the ground, leaving her bag aside. She took a deep breath, came to her senses and checked the couple cup Zhang Zinan gave her. Fortunately, her uniform was cushioned underneath, and the handle of the cup was the doll's tail, so it was fine.
The air conditioner was not on and the balcony was not closed. The light from outside, along with the still slightly hot wind, crept in quietly.
Tang Zuo covered his face with his hands, and his black hair fell down.
Why do I suddenly remember...
She hadn't thought about it for a long time.
She didn’t have any close friends in college and didn’t like to have physical contact with anyone, except Zhang Zinan.
Zhang Zinan is a warm and cheerful northern girl. When she is happy and excited, she will use her height to put her arm around Tang Zuo's shoulders, hug her neck and laugh out loud. She does not find anything uncomfortable about this.
Sometimes I don’t feel uncomfortable when meeting and hugging foreign teachers, international students, etc. When rehearsing an English drama, I have no aversion to physical contact with boys and girls.
But why just now...
Shi Ci was taller than her and was wearing high heels. The first time he bumped into her shoulder, and the second time he threw himself into her arms.
All Tang Zuo could react to was that this was a soft and mature embrace.
There was an indescribable fragrance that rushed into her nose. Even in such a hot summer, the slight sweat still smelled extremely pleasant, but her body instinctively tensed up and she became nervous for no reason.
I still get goosebumps even now.
Her body reacted as if it recognized something, quickly finding a matching feeling deep in her memory.
That night, her perspective was completely dark. All her senses were opened up. A soft, mature body pressed against her. A faint and fragrant aroma was hidden in the low, hoarse breath that was unique to women.
She felt like she was buried in the soil deep in the forest, unable to move. The woman's soft, warm fingers were like vines wrapped around her, and the feeling of her lips falling on her was like a bright red rose blooming in the grass, surging like waves and covering her whole body.
Tang Zhao shook her head violently, trying to shake off the feeling. She didn't want to relive this memory.
She simply went into the bathroom, turned on the tap and splashed water on her face. Drops of water slid down her cheeks sadly.
Tang Zuo lowered his head and tried hard to fight against the surging memories.
After a while, she took off her clothes and started taking a bath.
The college does not charge them for cold water. Since the year before last, every dormitory has been equipped with a shower and air conditioner.
I have used this shower head for several years, and some of the holes no longer produce water, but it is still usable.
A thin stream of water spurted out. Tang Zhao smoothed her hair with both hands and stood still.
It wasn't a bad memory, but those years were too hard. Mom had to undergo a second operation, and by then they had already moved back to L City from Beicheng, and they had already owed a lot of money. This was a choice she had to make. There was such an opportunity, the last straw to save her life. She was just 18 years old and still very weak. There was no other way but to grab it.
She thought it would be a man, but it turned out to be a woman.
So it brought her quite a shock, which was engraved in her memory like a brand.
It could have been worse.
Many years have passed, and when she thinks about it now, she feels mixed emotions.
She had expected it to be the worst, most horrible nightmare of her life.
But because of the woman that night, the situation became beyond her understanding.
Looking back now, I still don’t quite understand what this feeling is.
She should have been very repulsive and resistant to that memory, after all, it was beyond her control, but it was also her own active choice, and in the end, her mother couldn't stay.
She has done everything she can, why hasn't she been able to keep her mother
Her upbringing, self-respect, all are gone. She already has no father. She has already come this far, why would God take away her mother
For a long time, she was in a state of anger, sadness, self-denial and disgust.
She tried not to think about that night.
Until then she gradually accepted the departure of her parents, until in the dead of night when she was tired from studying, she would occasionally have a brief or even fleeting replay of that night in her unguarded dreams.
Tang Zuo was in a daze, water from the shower head kept spraying out, and a light mist filled the whole bathroom.
Drops of water slid down her slender, graceful body, causing light ripples on the surface of her skin.
In the darkness, the woman's voice was smiling and dangerous, spreading like mist. She said, "Little boy, are you an adult?"
"Shhhhh, don't cry, don't cry, let me see you..."
"Okay, okay, I'll just look at you, be good, don't cry..."
Tang Zhao's body began to tremble. She hugged her arms, as if she had returned to that night again, and she was gradually exposed to the woman's vision...
No, no, I can't think about it anymore.
Her eyes were red.
The feeling of self-contempt came back again. She hated herself for having no choice and no ability at that time. She hated the purpose and fact of that night.
However, she couldn't hate that woman, which was so strange.
If we can hate something together, then with time, maybe we can really forget it, or lock it deep in our memory and never think about it again.
But now it's just an accidental collision.
Tang Zhao just realized that she remembered all the details...
Late at night, there was a thunderstorm that only occurs in summer. It was hasty and short, taking away the heat of the day, followed by a gentle drizzle.
Shi Ci kept a few freshly cut lemons in the kitchen as natural fragrance.
The fresh and slightly sour fragrance can last all night, and it is a pleasant thing to wake up in the summer morning and smell the aftertaste.
She drank milk under the orange light in the kitchen, glancing at WeChat from time to time.
After she picked up the MP3 and went home, she sent a friend request on WeChat. As a science student, she had a photographic memory for numbers and easily remembered the phone number that Tang Zuo had written on the note he gave her.
But more than 40 minutes had passed, and she was almost done with her milk, but there was still no response to WeChat.
Professor Shi pays special attention to health preservation. He goes to bed at 10:30 and it is already 11 o'clock now.
Shi Ci rinsed the cup, turned off the light, walked into the bedroom, and lit a scented candle.
Maybe he fell asleep
Shi Ci covered himself with a thin silk quilt, and just as he was about to throw his phone away, it vibrated.
Shi Ci half-sat and scratched his chin with his slender white fingers.
The review sent by Shi Ci was: I am Shi Ci, your MP3 fell on my car.
Tang Zuo's WeChat name is a simple English name - zoe.
Below is a line that comes with WeChat - I have passed your friend verification request, and now we can chat.
Then it was sent over there -
"Professor Shi, I'm sorry, I just saw the WeChat message. Thank you. When is it convenient for you? I can come and get it."
Shi Ci glanced at the time. It was almost half past eleven.
Young people just love to stay up late.
She thought for a moment and typed slowly, "You're welcome. You can come pick it up tomorrow morning."
Then I sent my address and room number.
Tang Zuo quickly replied, "I've got it. How about tomorrow morning? Please give me a time."
Shi Ci smiled slightly, "You don't have to go to work tomorrow?"
Tang Zuo: "No need. I work from Monday to Friday."
Shi Ci: "You want to sleep in tomorrow morning? I don't mind. I can be in school all day. You decide the time."
The people who came back almost replied within seconds. At this time, Tang Zuo hesitated for several seconds, "I don't sleep in, do you need me to come over later?"
So well behaved
Shi Ci raised her eyebrows slightly, "No need," she thought for a moment and called again, "You can come over at eight o'clock."
Tang Zuo: "Okay."
Having said that, it seems that everything has been arranged clearly.
Should I say good night? Shi Ci sometimes says this at the end of a chat with friends abroad, but he doesn't have this habit with friends in China.
Do kids nowadays have this habit? Or is it that goodnight is only said between friends? Or is it enough to just finish talking about something
Shi Ci was thinking when Tang Zuo sent another message, "I haven't formally thanked you yet. Thank you for the wine you opened at the restaurant."
Haven't you already thanked me? Why are you still using a "formal" tone
Shi Ci curled his lips.
What happened just now? He ran into the dormitory without saying hello or looking back.
Shi Ci wanted to tease her again.
"You're welcome. Just don't be mad at me for stealing your pumpkin balls just now."
"Are you angry? That's why you got off the car and ran away without saying goodbye to me?"
Shi Ci sent two messages in succession, feeling particularly happy.
Of course she knew that Tang Zuo didn't mean that. She just wanted to say that on purpose.
Now I can imagine that the girl opposite must be extremely surprised, maybe even a little frightened, her expression must be very serious, and she may even be biting her lips.
Am I being a little too bad
Shi Ci thought.
Oh, but what should I do if I can’t control myself
The corners of Shi Ci's lips curled up uncontrollably.
There was a gentle sound of rain outside the window, and the citrus-scented scented candles in the room were quietly emitting a refreshing and subtle fragrance.
Shi Ci didn't realize at all that it was already much later than her usual bedtime, because she wasn't sleepy at all at this moment.
But she waited for a while but received no reply.
It’s a pity that WeChat doesn’t have a “read” function.
Shi Ci waited patiently for a while, but there was still silence on the dialog box.
Didn't he hear those two words from her? Did he just fall asleep after thanking her
Shi Ci made a childish and unconscious move. She pursed her lips, feeling a little unhappy, and threw her phone on the bedside table.
Then he shook his head and laughed, what was she doing, doing such a boring thing...
He doesn't look like a teacher at all...
After all, he is not her teacher, right
Not my student...
Huh? Why am I thinking of this...
While she was thinking about this and that, her cell phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.
Shi Ci took it, opened it and saw that it was indeed sent by Tang Zuo.
She sent a 5s voice message.
Shi Ci raised his eyebrows and pointed his finger.
When you click on it, the first three seconds are quiet, and then Tang Zuo's low and thin voice is heard.
She said, “…No.”
It was quiet all around, and the rain outside seemed to have not stopped yet, with drops of rain falling.
The area of the teachers' apartments is well greened, and Shi Ci can imagine the raindrops falling lightly on the moist leaves.
And her heart seemed to be, defenselessly, gently poked by the newborn horns of a young deer.