Pei Zhuo thought about several answers, but he was embarrassed to ask Lu Lin what he withdrew.
He fell asleep unknowingly, still holding the phone in his hand.
When he fell asleep, Pei Zhuo dreamed that Lu Lin was hugging him, and he believed it in a daze.
The man's chest was wide and warm, and the sound of his breathing could be vaguely heard.
Teacher Lu, hug me again.
… like you.
When he opened his eyes again, Pei Zhuo realized that the quilt was a little tight, and it took him a while to recover.
It turned out to be a dream.
He sat up with his forehead propped up, his cheeks starting to feel hot.
Hearing the noise, Ah Mao pushed open the bedroom door with his face, ran in with the leash in his mouth, and wagged his tail expectantly at him.
"Okay, wait a minute." Pei Zhuo hadn't fully woken up yet, rubbing his cheeks and clicking on WeChat.
The chat stayed last night.
"The other party has withdrawn a message"
Amao barked, turned his head and took in the food bowl that he had licked clean long ago, paws pattering on the wooden floor.
It's getting more and more worthless.
"... You take it back." Pei Zhuo rolled over and got out of bed: "Go to the balcony and wait."
He was still thinking about the dream as he walked the dog.
After running two laps along the community, my mentality gradually calmed down.
No matter how excited you are about teasing Teacher Lu, you can't be confused.
If there is a mess, it is easy to frame yourself, and the gain outweighs the loss.
However, as soon as he entered school, he began to make mistakes.
Obviously today is the early self-study of Chinese, but Pei Zhuo pushed the door and walked in with the book in his arms. He found that the classroom was silent, and the students were silently writing ancient poems.
His gaze happened to meet the silent man next to the podium.
Lu Lin nodded without saying a word, Pei Zhuo also nodded slightly, and took the book to the back row.
He didn't realize until he sat down at the table that one or two periods would be Chinese lessons, so he didn't need to sit here and wait.
Pei Zhuo lowered his head and pretended to be revising the lesson plan, thinking that he really fell asleep.
The tip of the pen hovered over a line of English for a long time, and made a full stop after a while.
If she was really hugged by Teacher Lu, she might not even be able to teach well in class.
He waited agonizingly for forty minutes. At the end of the morning reading, he randomly found a topic and told the class representative a few words. It seemed that he came to the classroom specially for this matter. Back to the office.
Lu Lin had classes all morning, and was going to take the research exam in the city in the afternoon, so he didn't see her all day.
Pei Zhuo was a little restless.
He pretended to be calm and calm, and the other party was not lukewarm, as if the matter was frozen here, without even a period.
When the evening self-study was about to end, Lu Lin appeared by the window.
Pei Zhuo was playing "Les Miserables" for the students as an after-school supplement. He sat in the back row and followed the movie for a while, when he suddenly noticed someone looking at him from the window.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Lu Lin again.
The Pulteney Bridge is covered with a layer of silver gray by the moonlight in the night, and the singing gradually fades away in the long wind.
The man nodded slightly, his eyes were like cold stars in the night.
Teacher Lu... did you come back to see me on purpose
Pei Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and was about to get up and go out, but saw the squad leader trotting all the way out of the window, and handed him the diary and report he had just finished writing.
The two of them exchanged a few words briefly.
Lu Lin took out two forms from his bag and handed them to her, glanced sideways at Pei Zhuo, turned around and left with the briefcase in hand.
It turned out that there was something to explain, not to see me.
Pei Zhuo sat back feeling a little lonely, and continued watching the movie with his chin resting on his hand.
He couldn't help but do reading comprehension questions for those two nods in his mind, halfway through he felt that he was too affectionate, so he shook his head and laughed for a while.
Halfway through the movie, the bell for evening study rang.
The class representative consciously went to turn off the computer, and the indoor lights turned on in turn.
The students packed their schoolbags quickly, and several of them had already taken out their mobile phones, answering text messages with one hand and stuffing papers into their bags with the other.
"Hey, don't leave," the squad leader rushed to the blackboard with the registration form in his arms: "There will be an autumn sports meeting next week, everyone remember to think about registration in advance!"
Ban Li exploded with a bang.
"Wouldn't it be that I don't have to go to class for two days!"
"Don't call me this time two kilometers, don't run, don't run, don't run."
Everyone was having a noisy meeting in the classroom, Pei Zhuo and the class representative carried homework back to the office, and drove home alone.
He suddenly remembered something on the road, and sighed softly while holding the steering wheel.
Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are Saturday and Sunday, so I won't be able to see Mr. Lu.
... It's a pity that I didn't talk to him today.
It's rare for Papa Pei not to go on a business trip on weekends, so he asked for dumplings in the WeChat group on Friday night.
The brother and sister responded several times like coaxing children, and then there were four or five more voice notes in the group, which were one and a half minutes long.
Pei Zhuo turned on the power amplifier of his mobile phone, and while listening to his father's long-winded talk about which fund he invested in lost money again, he cut Ah Mao's nails.
Dalmatians are not very cooperative, want to lick his hand for a while, and move around with his head tilted for a while.
"Then Lao Hu and the others said that I should have bought Shenke's stock with them in the first place," the old man said while holding his mobile phone, "didn't I listen to your Uncle Zhang when I bought the fund? ah."
There was a beep on the voice bar, and Huo Lu's lazy voice came: "Dad, you can save this on the wine table and read it to others. Let's talk about something else."
"Come here early tomorrow, help your mother make noodles, finish making dumplings early and have dinner early." Dad Pei thought for a while and sent another message: "How is your brother at school? How is your relationship with your colleagues?"
Pei Zhuo put the nail clippers back in the drawer, wiped the dog's paws and his own hands carefully with wet paper towels, picked up the phone and said, "It's good, I'm used to it."
We met again the next day, Huo Lu was carrying a bag of marinated pig tails, and Pei Zhuo brought Aunt Huo a bunch of freshly cut gladiolus.
The two just met in front of the elevator, and Huo Lu narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Brother, has that kaoling tree started chasing you?"
Pei Zhuo casually helped her carry her bag: "Guess."
The old man was already busy at the dining table, with some flour on his nose and forehead. Seeing the children entering the door one after another, he knocked on the table with a rolling pin: "Go wash your hands, I just cut the fruit plate, eat it quickly."
"Dad, I brought you a sauce tail."
"Where's the pig's ear?"
"The store is sold out."
"Eat less," Aunt Huo gave him a sideways glance, "You can't control your blood fat."
The old man chuckled: "My daughter loves me, there's nothing I can do."
Pei Zhuo washed his hands and sat at the table to help peel the garlic.
His hands are clumsy, and Qian Zhihe learned it for a long time, but he forgot all about it when he turned around. He tried the dumplings several times before, and all of them were made like wontons.
As soon as Huo Lu sat down, it was as if an assembly line had been opened on the dining table. He made the folds and stuffed in one go, and he still had the time to chat with Pei Zhuo.
"I heard that the teacher will also participate in the sports meeting."
"Farewell." Pei Zhuo looked at her with raised eyebrows: "Leave this kind of matter to Mr. Huang and the others, and I'll just pass you some water."
"Didn't the grade director say it during the meeting?" Huo Lu sat up straight on the chair, pinching the folds of his hands quickly: "Everyone has a part in strengthening the physique. If you are lazy, you must be named and criticized."
"You don't go to the gym once in three years, you must show your timidity?" Dad Pei didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement: "How much bonus will be deducted?"
"I signed up last night," Huo Lu said crisply, "Kicking shuttlecocks, I can make ninety-eight of them in one go, so I don't have to be afraid."
Pei Zhuo blinked: "I really want to sign up."
"At least one item for each person," Huo Lu said with a sympathetic expression, "You probably won't be able to run away from those reckless ones. Mr. Xu was so ruthless when he ran like a girl last time, the front and back of his vest was soaked in sweat."
Pei Zhuo handed the garlic bowl to Aunt Huo, wiped his hands and sent Lu Lin a message.
Huo Lu leaned over to have a look: "My Brother Pei doesn't know how to swing a shot put."
"Group project, just mess around." Pei Zhuo put the phone aside, and rubbed some flour into the palm of his hand to twist a piece of dumpling wrapper.
Aunt Huo and Dad Pei stopped at the same time, looking at his hands together.
Pei Zhuo was a little annoyed: "You are busy with your work."
"Not busy, not busy," Dad Pei shook his head: "You take care of yourself, let's take a look."
Pei Zhuo thought that after the Eiffel Tower arrived at home, he didn't even understand the instruction manual, so he had to practice it first, scooped a spoonful of cabbage and pork stuffing and stuffed it into the skin.
"Too much." Huo Lu shook his head: "You stuff less, and it will be a pot of soup when it's cooked."
Pei Zhuo flicked the spoon, and Father Pei also shook his head: "This is too little, it's all skins."
"Don't discourage people's enthusiasm." Aunt Huo bent over and taught him with her hands: "Put this much, then pinch the pleats from here and squeeze in... That's right."
Pei Zhuo was doing handwork there like a kid in a kindergarten. First, he followed Aunt Huo to pinch a decent one. Feeling vaguely that he had found the feeling, he took a tare and pinched another.
Huo Lu looked at the burning wheat-like face and clicked his tongue: "This is the uncanny workmanship of nature."
While chatting, Pei Zhuo's phone turned on again.
Lu Lin responded well, and arranged for him a job of shaking a long rope, which was easy, simple and convenient.
When Pei Zhuo saw him sending a message to himself, he smiled, wiped his hands and patted a picture of the dumplings on the white porcelain plate, and sent it over.
A long row of white and delicate, even the folds are beautiful.
Lu Lin came back quickly.
"Teacher Pei is very skilled."
Huo Lu chuckled: "Brother, you are borrowing flowers and offering trees."
Father Pei is still mixing another pot of dumpling stuffing: "What tree?"
"Peach Blossom Tree," Pei Zhuo put away his phone and sighed slowly.
"Spring is still early, and it's waiting to open."