The next morning, after walking for more than ten minutes, he boarded the No. 21 bus at the Kaixuan intersection. It was the morning rush hour, and the bus was packed with people as usual. Wen Liang followed the crowd and stopped in the middle of the door. He looked up and saw that the grab rings on the horizontal bar were already full of hands of various shapes, black and white, long and short, fat and thin, and of different sizes. The scene was spectacular. Wen Liang first stretched out three fingers to grab the horizontal bar. It was not that he had to use the orchid finger to be proud, but the gap left could only fit three fingers. Unexpectedly, in less than three minutes, the back of his hand was touched in various ways by several sweaty hands, and his body was also hit by two burly men beside him in the shaking of the car, causing his waist and legs to ache.
Wen Liang sighed. There is a saying in Qingzhou that goes, "There are four worries on the bus. One is the hot weather and the long flow of water. Two is the squeeze and being touched on the pocket. Three is the lack of beauties around. Four is the groping of breasts and buttocks." He forgot to check the almanac before going out today. It's fine if there are no beauties around, but there are two strong men. Just when he was regretting that he shouldn't get on this bus, someone next to him wanted to get off at the next stop, leaving a gap. Wen Liang rushed in front of a little girl, crouched down and bent over to get through. This time he finally escaped from the sea of suffering and stood next to a seat by the window, with his hands on the back of the chair and his body pressed tightly against the side of the seat. The environment and treatment he received were completely different from before.
A young woman sat on a chair with her head down, seemingly asleep. She had a slim figure, and her shoulders were sculpted. Her long hair was gathered behind her ears and tied with a glass-colored crystal hairpin. The ends of her hair spread out like waves on her back. She was wearing a tight yellow turtleneck sweater and white high-waisted straight pants. Her legs were slender and round, tightly together. Her hands were folded under her belly, and her fingers were as slender as jade. The whole person exuded a strong charm that only mature women have. Wen Liang felt that this figure was a little familiar, and he stole a glance at her sideways, but he didn't see her face. While he was wondering, the car was bumped by a small pothole, and everyone in the car fell to the right. Wen Liang was hit in the waist by the person behind him. The woman was awakened by the shake, raised her head and looked over to Wen Liang, and happened to see this scene.
"Teacher Si?"
"Warm and forgiving?"
When their eyes met, they were both stunned. This woman who was beautiful from the tip of her hair to her fingertips turned out to be Wen Liang's chemistry teacher, Si Yajing! Si Yajing's eyes were as bright as the night, her nose was as red as red lips. Her appearance was not absolutely beautiful, but her skin was as white as snow, delicate and almost flawless. Among the beautiful women Wen Liang had seen, Zuo Yuxi's face was like a painting, beautiful with a bit of coldness, Ye Yuting smiled sweetly, solemn but lively, Xu Yao was young, and her charm was hard to hide in her immaturity, Ning Xiaoning was tall and outstanding, proud but a little lonely, Ji Su had jade-like bones and ice-cold skin, gentle but stubborn. These five people were like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with their own strengths, and they were all the best choices. But one thing that cannot be denied is that compared with them, Si Yajing was less immature, more charming, less beautiful, and more charming.
But Wen Liang felt as if a bucket of cold water had poured over his head, and he stood there regretting. Last time, he was also on bus No. 21, and he took Xu Yao and Ning Xiaoning to visit the soy milk shop. The woman he had been with all the way was Si Yajing. He had already gotten off the bus, and the two of them avoided the embarrassment of meeting each other, but this time they ran into each other again, and the scene was even more speechless than last time. Even though Wen Liang had lived two lives, his brain became a little blank, and he didn't know what to say in this situation.
Si Yajing reached out and touched her hair, suppressed her shyness, and smiled, "Do you take this bus often?"
Wen Liang realized that no one wanted to talk about this kind of thing, so he just said some nonsense to muddle through the atmosphere. He quickly smiled and said, "Well, there is only one bus from home to school. Actually, this bus is not convenient. I have to walk for more than ten minutes to get to the stop on Kaixuan Road, and then go around from Bayi Road. This route is too unscientific. I really don't know if the people in the bus company make decisions by drawing lots?"
In any era, cursing the subway company when taking the subway, cursing the bus company when taking the bus, and cursing the transportation company when taking a long-distance ride are all the best ways to start a conversation. It is the same as asking a foreigner "the weather is great" as soon as he or she opens the conversation. It is quite Chinese.
Si Yajing had never seen many students who could talk so freely in front of the teacher, especially Wen Liang, who was very humorous. The phrase "the butt determines the head" sounded a bit vulgar at first, but it was wonderful when you thought about it carefully. These terms from the Internet era were all classics that would make people stare at them.
She also wanted to dilute the ambiguous atmosphere just now, and asked with interest: "Where do you live, and why do you have to go to Kaixuan Road to take a bus?"
"My home is..."
Wen Liang talked all the way like this, feeling guilty, and he did his best to quote classics, making Si Yajing laugh. Wen Liang had no dirty thoughts towards this high school teacher who was the only one who had taken care of him in his previous life, but the only two times they had met each other had led to awkward situations due to accidental factors, and he was helpless. So he did his best to liven up the atmosphere, striving to make everyone forget about it after getting off the bus and restore their normal relationship.
Si Yajing was a teacher by training and was good at understanding students' psychology. She quickly understood Wen Liang's intentions and breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Liang's performance made Si Yajing curious about him. Only one month after the start of the school year, she heard Ye Yuting mention this name many times in the office. She admired this student very much. But Wen Liang didn't talk much in chemistry class, and his grades were not very good, so he didn't attract much attention from Si Yajing, especially after the incident on the bus not long ago. Si Yajing even avoided his eyes during class, but she didn't expect to meet him today. She found that this boy was indeed very different from his peers. He was mature and humorous. He was young but knew how to laugh at himself. He was knowledgeable but humble and polite. Among the rebellious teenagers of 16 or 17 years old, this was really rare.
Firstly, Si Yajing had no suspicion of her students, and secondly, Wen Liang was flattering her. When they got off the car at the school gate, they were already as familiar as friends who had not seen each other for a long time, talking as they walked towards the campus. After walking a few steps, Ye Yuting came over from another direction. Seeing the two of them together, she smiled and said, "Teacher Si, what's wrong? Did Wen Liang make a mistake?"
Si Yajing suddenly winked at Wen Liang mischievously, took Ye Yuting's hand and said, "Teacher Ye, what about Wen Liang in your class? I hope you can educate him well. Today on the bus, I saw him being very intimate with a girl. If this gets out, it will have a very bad impact."
Ye Yuting's pretty face suddenly turned cold. She glared at Wen Liang and said, "Come to my office after the second class! Teacher Si, I just want to discuss something with you. It's like this, this baseline test..."
The two beauties walked away arm in arm, leaving Wen Liang alone, stroking his forehead and lamenting, "Women, ah, women!"
(Votes, oh, votes!) (To be continued)