The next day is Chinese morning self-study, and the first class is English.
Pei Zhuo saw Mr. Lu sitting in the back a few times in the past two weeks, and this time quietly sat in the last row, signaling to the class representative to bring homework.
He used to sit in this kind of place often, and he got along very well with his colleagues.
But when I thought of the alienated and quiet teacher Lu who was going on a study tour ahead, I felt a little hot in my heart.
Lu Lin only thought that he was doing it for the convenience of the class later, and didn't think too much about it, and led the students to read poems as always.
"Chutian is thousands of miles away and autumn is clear, the water goes with the sky and autumn is boundless—"
Unlike English, pronunciation needs to be corrected everywhere, and Chinese only needs to start at the beginning, and the students will shake their heads and follow along.
When the old poems are almost read, Lu Lin will lead them to read the preview content sentence by sentence.
"The mist is thick and the clouds are worrying forever, and the auspicious brain eliminates the golden beast."
The students were ups and downs like a choir, and some were quietly making up their homework.
"mist-"
Pei Zhuo sat in the safest observation area, and every time Teacher Lu walked a little further away, he would glance at his profile indiscriminately.
The more I look at it, the more I like it.
Lu Lin is usually serious about his words and smiles. When reading poems, his tone will change according to the artistic conception, seamlessly switching between impassioned and sad and deep, and his articulation sounds like gold and jade.
Pei Zhuo corrected the cloze to fill in the blanks, and was a little distracted by ticking a few strokes.
This man is really experienced.
He is meticulous in dressing and rolling his sleeves, and his back is straight when he reads in the morning.
It's like this when you put on clothes, and I'm afraid it's the same when you take them off. You have to bend your knuckles to unscrew the buttons one by one.
First the collarbone, then the chest, and the firm belly.
When Teacher Lu talks about love...does he say the same thing
Pei Zhuo ticked off again, and slowly compared the ABCD in the answer box with his chin up.
I want to listen to Teacher Lu's Chinese class.
It's okay to give him alone.
You can do it without clothes.
Lu Lin turned around and walked in front of Pei Zhuo unconsciously.
The latter felt something, raised his eyes and smiled slightly.
His eyes were clear and clear, like the night sky after heavy snowfall.
After several classes were over, Pei Zhuo went back to the office with the lesson plans in his arms, and it happened that everyone gathered together to chat about gossip.
"Ms. Lu," he said casually, "Are you free on Saturday? Can you have a meal?"
Sitting next to his friend, Lu Lin drank tea and nodded in response.
"Then contact me on WeChat."
Being frank and generous, it completely wiped out the previous secret intimacy.
This busy from Tuesday to Friday.
Some of the students were preparing for the competition, and some were sick with chickenpox and asked for leave. The inspections and spot checks from above were also wave after wave, and it didn't stop until Friday night.
Although it was an evening self-study in English, Pei Zhuo would fill in the mistakes in grammar for the students, but Lu Lin had to correct the papers in advance because of the progress, and ordered those who failed to do the composition again at the end of the evening self-study Rewrite it.
When the time came, the students dispersed and went home like a flock of cheerful little crows in the night. The noise outside the school gate could be heard hundreds of meters away.
Pei Zhuo packed his things and went downstairs with Lu Lin.
In fact, in more than ten hours, they will meet again in the restaurant.
The janitor watched the students run away, and turned off all the lights at the stairway with a bang. Before half a floor was finished, it was already too dark to see the five fingers.
Pei Zhuo subconsciously held on to the railing without stopping.
As soon as sight is out of action, the sense of hearing is sharpened.
He heard Lu Lin's breathing, as well as his own.
The two walked down the escalator one after the other, enjoying the same silence in the dark.
Quiet is a wonderful atmosphere.
The two of them were in the same quiet place, as if they suddenly understood each other.
A tacit sense of tacit understanding.
Pei Zhuo walked a few steps, and suddenly began to wonder if Teacher Lu could hear his own breathing.
What would you think if you could hear it
After walking out of the teaching building, the light came in again, guiding them to the gate and the parking lot.
—It happened to be the same way again.
Lu Lin was wondering whether to drop him off for another ride.
Probably not necessary, don't be too deliberate.
He thought for a moment, and then he heard the unlocking sound of another Audi.
"Let's go first," Pei Zhuo waved the key to get off the car: "See you tomorrow, Mr. Lu."
"En." Lu Lin responded.
He started his own car and didn't drive out for a long time.
The phone turned to the page of WeChat, and entered Pei Zhuo's homepage at one o'clock.
Every day has a trivial routine, simple and natural.
It hasn't been updated today.
Lu Lin held the steering wheel with one hand, turned off the screen of the phone, and took a look at it again.
Teacher Pei's profile picture was clicked on again, and the eyelashes of the smiling eyes were slightly curled up.
Lu Lin's fingertips hovered over the word preservation for a long time.
not suitable.
He turned off his phone and drove home.
After Pei Zhuo finished walking the dog, he found that there was a father who didn't answer the phone.
He simply fed another circle of autumn mosquitoes in the community, and dialed the phone back.
The call went through quickly.
"Xiao Zhuo," Dad Pei dragged his voice, "I heard from Lu Lu that you have adapted well in the new school?"
"Well, my colleagues are all very good." Pei Zhuo said, "Come back to see you on Sunday."
"You said that you and Lulu are possessed by something. There is a company at home and you don't want to take over, so you insist on becoming a teacher." Dad Pei complained half-truthfully: "I have worked hard here —”
"Come on, you've been busy for most of your life, and you haven't had a good night's sleep in the past few decades." Pei Zhuo pulled A Mao away from the electric pole, and motioned for it to go to the tree to water it by itself: "Everyone has his own ambitions, and he also insists on it." Not coming."
"Okay, come back on Sunday, your Aunt Huo is waiting to make you stewed pig's trotters and seaweed soup."
Pei Zhuo responded with a smile, and kissed the phone.
"What a grown-up, don't do this." Dad Pei said disgusted, but it was actually quite useful: "Hang up."
After returning home, he led Amao to wash and wash for half an hour, and then tidied himself up from beginning to end.
The restaurant was chosen near the neighborhood.
Eating Sichuan and Chongqing dishes is too spicy, and I am sweating and looking embarrassed.
You can't touch things like chicken wings and small ribs, it's not elegant to eat.
After much deliberation, the steak shop is the best.
Pei Zhuo chose a combination of forest green and light white, and sprayed Bulgari sea blue three times into the quilt as usual, and it smelled so sweet when he slept in it.
Both of them arrived ten minutes early the next day and met at the door.
Most likely, Lu Lin's wardrobe only has windbreakers and white shirts.
Over the past half month, Pei Zhuo saw that he wore camel, stone, dark gray, and connected seven or eight styles.
The shirts are always ironed in perfect condition, and sometimes even the windbreaker buttons are all buttoned up.
They greeted each other politely and finished ordering within two minutes.
When Lu Lin came by car, Pei Zhuo didn't recommend wine for him. He casually took out two magazines from his bag and handed him one with a smile.
"You don't seem to like small talk."
Unexpectedly thoughtful.
Lu Lin raised her eyebrows and picked up the monthly magazine, and found that it was a popular magazine introducing musicals and dramas.
Pei Zhuo turned to the page that he hadn't finished reading last time, and continued to read it with peace of mind and focus, and framed the distance between the two of them just right.
They are neither ordinary friends who deliberately get acquainted with each other, nor ordinary colleagues who come out for dinner.
It's quiet and special.
Lu Lin likes to be quiet, but it is rare to meet someone who is as calm as Pei Zhuo.
In the past, my parents arranged several blind dates, and I also went out for dinner with friends.
Basically it's annoying every time.
He observed it first, and confirmed that Pei Zhuo was really concentrating on reading, and he didn't deliberately avoid himself, so he continued to browse the topic section he was interested in.
So much so that the time for the steak to cook seems to be too fast.
"This magazine is a little unpopular," Pei Zhuo recalled a bit, "It was still twelve yuan a copy in high school, but now the price has increased."
Lu Lin couldn't help laughing: "Yes, it has been raised several times, and it only cost eight yuan at first."
It was the first time Pei Zhuo saw this man smile.
All the sense of distance and majesty dissipated in an instant, but the eyebrows and eyes became more intense.
You are handsome without smiling, and you are even more handsome when you smile.
Pei Zhuo was a little distracted by being teased, and he pointed his chin to show him to try the ribeye steak here.
The conversation box seemed to open suddenly.
They first talked about the old drama actor who just passed away this year, then mentioned "Fiddler on the Roof", and then turned back to the predicted results of the Tony Awards.
Lu Lin is a gentleman, he would take the initiative to get up and pass him a tissue to refill his rum, and his eyes became very gentle when he talked about his favorite works.
He reads miscellaneously, and Pei Zhuo also reads miscellaneously, so it happens that he can pick up any topic.
So I talked back to Zhang Qu's "Treading Water Dance" from "Q Avenue".
This meal was simple and unadorned, and Shan had already buried it in advance. Although the two of them walked side by side, the distance was not close or far, but they seemed to know each other a lot.
Knowing that he lived nearby, Lu Lin asked a question before walking out of the restaurant.
"Shall I take you back?"
"No, thank you." Pei Zhuo raised his hand: "See you later."
He took back the two points of intimacy that had just sprouted.
Lu Lin stood where he was, and saw Pei Zhuo disappear from sight after turning a corner.
He waited for a while, not knowing what he was waiting for.