"Sneaky, where are you going?"
Wen Liang glanced at Ye Yuting who appeared out of nowhere and said with a wry smile: "Where can I go? I'm still waiting for you, Teacher Ye, to go with me!"
Ye Yuting didn't point out his lie, she smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll cook and treat you to dinner tonight."
Wen Liang had no way to refuse, so he followed her obediently and went west. This was the first time he walked in this direction after school. He shook his head and looked around, and he kept saying "tsk tsk" from time to time, which seemed very new. Ye Yuting looked at him in surprise and said, "You have never been here before? There are broken buildings everywhere, and the place is devastated. Why are you so excited?"
As the saying goes, demons come from the heart. Before seeing Ye Yuting's body last night, Wen Liang seldom misinterpreted the meaning of other people's words. But when he heard Ye Yuting's red lips utter the word "excited", he couldn't help thinking about other things. Just then, a slanting breeze blew, ruffling her black hair. Her white jade-like fingers gently brushed across her forehead. Her thin eyebrows were curved like the moon, and her black eyes were as charming and affectionate as water. She was really beautiful.
Wen Liang's heart beat violently twice, and he forced himself to look away, smiling: "It's your first time going to the teacher's boudoir, and excitement is a sign of politeness. If I'm too cold, wouldn't it hurt your self-esteem?"
Maybe it was because of the physical contact in the corridor that morning that Ye Yuting had learned her lesson. She refused to respond to Wen Liang's words. After finishing one topic, she immediately jumped to another completely unrelated topic and said, "Let's go to the market to buy some vegetables. Tell me what you want to eat. I'll let you taste my cooking tonight."
"Okay," Wen Liang suddenly thought of some skills of gripping, rotating, and sliding up and down. He bit his tongue secretly to exclude those obscene images and said, "I didn't eat enough at noon, so I'm starving now. I'll wait for you to feed me tonight!"
Damn, this is really weird, why does everything sound weird today? Is it the estrus period? Wen Liang complained in his heart, raised his hand and slapped himself lightly. Ye Yuting was slightly startled and said, "Why are you hitting yourself?"
Wen Liang said expressionlessly: "There are mosquitoes!"
Ye Yuting expressed disbelief and asked, "There are still mosquitoes in winter?"
"Qingyi Middle School has such a beautiful teacher like you, can't there be a few mutant species with strong vitality among mosquitoes? Teacher Ye, don't be so narrow-minded..."
Chatting and laughing all the way, they came to a simple vegetable market built with an iron shed. It was the busiest time in the evening. Every stall was crowded with people, bargaining, arguing and shouting. Ye Yuting frowned, stood on tiptoe at the outside and looked around. There were so many people, shoulder to shoulder, that if it weren't for Tu Xingsun, she couldn't squeeze in. She said helplessly, "Buying vegetables every day is like a war. Now I have to wait again!"
Wen Liang also looked inside, but men and women always have different focuses. He saw a few uncles in their forties or fifties carrying vegetable baskets not far away, squeezing in the crowd full of aunts and old ladies, rubbing their hips and bumping their chests from time to time, looking very happy. He couldn't help but sweat and said, "Do you come to this place to buy vegetables every day?"
Ye Yuting followed his gaze and immediately understood what he meant. She said unhappily, "Of course I will protect myself. Besides, there is only one vegetable market here. If I don't come to buy vegetables, will you cook for me?"
"I can't cook, but," Wen Liang laughed and patted his chest and said, "It's just that there are too many people, just look at me!"
He rolled up his sleeves, found a rock to stand on, exhaled, and shouted, "The urban management is here!"
It has to be said that Wen Liang is full of energy now. This roar is comparable to the power of a lion's roar in Buddhism. The sound waves are layered and clearly sent to the ears of most people. There is an eerie silence in the vegetable market, but it only lasts for two or three seconds. People turned their heads around in confusion and found nothing unusual. Then the noise started again and everything returned to the way it was just now. Only some people who were closest to Wen Liang and Ye Yuting saw the source of the sound. They all rolled their eyes and occasionally said "lunatic" and "idiot". Several middle-aged women who seemed to be kind-hearted looked at Wen Liang first, then at Ye Yuting, shook their heads and sighed. Someone vaguely heard someone say, "What a good girl, but she has such a mentally retarded husband. Her life is over."
Ye Yuting couldn't help but feel ashamed. She pulled Wen Liang off the stone and scolded him, "What are you doing? Aren't you ashamed?"
Wen Liang said with shame: "It was a mistake, a mistake. I made a dogmatic mistake..."
The scene of chaos in the streets caused by the Urban Management Bureau in later generations left a deep impression on Wen Liang, so he forgot for a moment that times and experiences were different. The Urban Management Bureau had just been established in 1996 and had not yet formed a strategic influence, and its deterrent effect was seriously insufficient.
Seeing that the "urban management" was useless, Wen Liang did not retreat, and had to follow Ye Yuting in shame, going from house to house to buy groceries. He thought that Teacher Ye, who had experienced hardships since childhood and often bought groceries and cooked for herself when she grew up, would be a model of a good and economical wife, and might be able to break the theoretical circle of "beauties are all spendthrifts". But after this turn, he immediately felt despair about beautiful women managing the household.
"Uncle, how much are the carrots? 25 cents, so cheap, give me a few pounds."
"Auntie, how much is the cabbage? Ten cents and a half? That's cheap! I want this, this, this!"
"What kind of meat is this? Pork belly? Five dollars and fifty cents, ok, I'll buy five pounds..."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Liang, who finally couldn't stand it any longer, pulled him away and scolded him as he walked away, "You're so stupid! Carrots are only ten cents at most, cabbage can't even be sold for five cents this year, and pork belly, huh, pork belly costs five dollars and fifty cents? Your math teacher is a substitute for the PE teacher, right?"
Wen Liang was heartbroken when he spoke. Ye Yuting looked at him at a loss. After a while, she asked aggrievedly, "So, is what I bought too expensive or too cheap?"
Wen Liang almost fell down, slapped his forehead and said, "Okay, Miss, I'm here to greet you. Just leave small things like buying groceries to me."
With the change of the person in charge, the efficiency of buying vegetables immediately increased several times. After a quick round, Wen Liang was holding more than a dozen bags. All kinds of meat and vegetables were of good quality and low price, and he had bargained the prices to the lowest. Only then did Ye Yuting realize how much money she had wasted by buying directly according to the vegetable vendors' quotes every day.
"These profiteers, I... I also earn a salary, okay? Why do you bully me like this?"
Ye Yuting was a little annoyed. Wen Liang glanced at her and said, "So you are also a person who lives on wages? I thought you run a small coal mine behind the scenes. The phrase "counting money until your hands cramp" is used to describe people like you."
Ye Yuting took a deep breath. As a teacher, she naturally had her own way of solving problems. She said, "Okay, I've decided. From now on, you will come over to buy me some groceries after school before going home. Otherwise, I will cause trouble for you every day at school!"
Wen Liang was completely stunned, with his mouth wide open. He didn't wait until Ye Yuting turned around and walked away, trying to hold back her laughter. Then he ran after her and shouted, "Isn't this a bit too shameless..."
Ye Yuting's home is not far from the vegetable market. It is a very ordinary residential area. The building was built in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Although it is not shabby, the layout and apartment type seem to be behind the times. The only advantage is that it is close to No. 1 Middle School, so it is still crowded and lively. Going up to the third floor, I saw Ye Yuting's two-bedroom, one-living room home for the first time. It has a simple warm color tone, a few potted flowers dotted in between, and all the household items are cleaned up. It exudes a fresh and warm feeling from inside to outside. This is the unique taste of girls of this era in imagination, and it also represents the aesthetics and taste of an era.
However, the leather sofa, imported TV, and branded refrigerator in the living room still made this home look different from ordinary families. Wen Liang changed his slippers, looked around the room, and said with a smile: "You are just a class teacher, did you accept gifts from students? You are richer than my father, a deputy director. What crime should you be punished for?"
Ye Yuting brought the dishes to the kitchen, and after hearing this, she poked her head out and said, "Then let Secretary Wen go to Lingyang to talk to Secretary Zuo. This is the house he bought, and he also bought the furniture."
Wen Liang, this bitch, gave in without any moral integrity and praised, "I have to say a few words from the bottom of my heart. Secretary Zuo is really too honest. With his status and the contributions he has made to the people of Qingzhou, it would not be too much to buy you a villa. But he only bought such a shabby house. Just listening to it really makes me feel touched!"
Ye Yuting laughed: "You can say whatever you want. I have no right to interfere whether Secretary Zuo is honest or not. But if you don't come in and help wash the vegetables, I will make a big fuss about it!"
Wen Liang sighed, "I sigh deeply and wipe away my tears, mourning the hardships of my students. Teacher Ye, I will graduate sooner or later. When that day comes, I wonder how you can still use your status as a class teacher to discipline me!"
Ye Yuting threw a piece of celery over and said disdainfully: "Once a teacher, always a father. You are still my student after graduation. What's so great about that? If you don't listen, I will beat you to obey!"
"So domineering!" Wen Liang gave a thumbs up and praised, then squatted down obediently and started picking vegetable leaves.
In the small kitchen, two busy figures, accompanied by bickering and laughter, were full of the taste of home. The occasional accidental physical contact was also eliminated in a smile. But things in the world are always overflowing, the sun is waning, and the moon is full. When the two came to the living room with the delicious food and sat down happily, a quick knock on the door drove away the happiness that had been lingering in the house.
Yes, it was happiness. It was the first time Ye Yuting felt happiness after coming here to live alone!
"Who is it?"
Ye Yuting went over and opened the door. Standing outside the door was a man who should never be here and who should never have an expression on his face as if he had caught someone cheating in bed.
"Hello, Teacher Ye!"
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