Su Qingwen seemed to have known for a long time that Jiang Ziquan was coming, and waited respectfully at the door with a sense of relief on his face.
"Mr. Su, I remembered the past." Jiang Ziquan knew about the past, but she didn't know how to face Su Qingwen. She had never seen such a loyal person: "I hope Mr. Su can Help me talk to Teacher Shen, don't use that gossip array anymore."
Jiang Ziquan looked at him, for fear of being rejected.
Su Qingwen didn't guess that she would say this. After making tea, she raised her head and asked, "Does Miss Jiang no longer need it?"
"Yeah." Jiang Ziquan nodded with a rare blush, and took the tea he handed over. Now they really don't need that gossip array.
Seeing Jiang Ziquan like this, Su Qingwen didn't say much, nodded and agreed.
Saying goodbye to Su Qingwen, the wedding photo just happened to call and said that the photo had been developed, and asked her to go over and take it.
The one who received her was the same Xiao Chen from last time. Seeing Jiang Ziquan coming over, her eyes brightened, and she looked back unconsciously. No one's face was a little unnatural: "Hello, Miss Jiang."
Jiang Ziquan could guess a rough idea, and said with a wicked eye: "Mr. Shen was a little tired last night, so I'm resting at home."
Xiao Chen heard the light in his eyes again, is this what he meant? He hurriedly handed over the wedding photos bound into a book, looking a little excited: "I hope Miss Jiang and Teacher Shen will have a good relationship for a hundred years."
"Thank you." Jiang Ziquan took it over and looked at a few of them. The shots were excellent, and when he looked at them, he felt that his eyes were full of love. The two special sets were made of black booklets.
"Our company will deliver the 50-inch wedding photo to your door tomorrow." Xiao Chen continued to add.
"Okay, then I'll go first."
Jiang Ziquan took two sets of brochures and went home. Looking at the shoes at home, there should be guests. She was a little curious about who came.
"Wang Jie, your Chinese has not gotten much better. As long as you show a normal level, you will be able to get an ideal score. Don't be nervous." Shen Yumo gently patted the little girl on the shoulder and advised.
Wang Jie naturally understood what the teacher meant in her heart, but the college entrance examination was too important for students. Forgiving her a lively temperament, she could not help but be nervous when facing the college entrance examination, which caused her to get distracted in class frequently, and her whole person seemed to be a little out of spirit. As a representative of the Chinese class, Teacher Shen quickly discovered that something was wrong.
"I know, Mr. Shen." Wang Jie also admitted it generously. She looked at Mr. Shen's residence without realizing it. She really didn't expect Mr. Shen's home decoration to be so trendy.
Hearing this, Jiang Ziquan guessed that Teacher Shen had brought the students back, and relaxed his steps.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, Shen Yumo couldn't help looking at the person who had returned, and nodded to her with a smile.
The little girl also seemed to find that she was back, with a bit of joy on her face, and sweetly called out, "Hello, teacher."
Jiang Ziquan had also seen this girl a few times, and responded with a smile. Looking at Teacher Shen, whose face was a little red, he unconsciously touched the album in his hand.
Teacher Shen was holding Wang Jie's book in her hand, and immediately glanced at her, Jiang Ziquan understood that look, and asked her to give her some space, she had something to say to the student.
Jiang Ziquan raised his eyebrows, walked over a few steps, rubbed his hand gently over her long legs, took some of his paintings from the coffee table, and said with a smile on his face, "I'll take something. ."
Shen Yumo looked down at the book, as if she didn't notice her little movements, but she arranged a few words in her heart. She was so shameless in front of her students, she seemed a little embarrassed, and she still pretended to be very serious. .
When Wang Jie saw it, she admired Teacher Shen very much. She didn't expect such a gentle Teacher Shen to be so unequivocal at home. The relationship between the two was completely different from what she imagined, as if she had opened the door to a new world. After a few minutes, he asked curiously, "Mr. Shen, is your wife a painter?"
Shen Yumo didn't expect that Wang Jie would be interested in Jiang Ziquan, but then it became clear that Jiang Ziquan was good-looking and had a relatively unrestrained temperament, so he was naturally liked by these half-aged children.
"No, she's a designer." Shen Yumo replied briefly. Although Jiang Ziquan's works are quite numerous, she seldom read them. Instead, she sent her own sketches and read them over and over again. She said that she was an artist. Not bad either.
"Don't call her mistress, call her Aunt Jiang." Shen Yumo held back her smile and let her bully herself just now.
"Auntie?" Wang Jie tilted her head and wondered for a while, thinking about Jiang Ziquan's appearance, and following the principle of flattery: "My wife is obviously a beautiful young lady."
Shen Yumo's rare stern face seemed a bit serious.
"Okay, Aunt Jiang, Teacher Shen."
Although it was strange for Teacher Shen's reaction, Wang Jie didn't chase after her and called out obediently.
The two talked about a lot of learning issues, and seeing that it was getting late, Shen Yumo asked Wang Jie to go back.
Shen Yumo simply sorted out the books on the table, touched her somewhat sore neck, turned around and went to the bedroom.
Jiang Ziquan was still drawing the picture of the crown, and he was always dissatisfied when he changed it.
However, it is always said that serious people are the most beautiful. Jiang Ziquan belongs to the kind of person who looks beautiful as long as he sits quietly. This diligent creation is naturally very beautiful.
Shen Yumo stood at the door, she didn't know how long she had been standing, and she didn't speak. She quietly watched Jiang Ziquan paint there, her slender hands shuttled back and forth on the paper. As long as she thought that this painting was her wedding dress, she would Somewhat delighted, her wedding dress was drawn stroke by stroke by her lover. This feeling is really wonderful.
Jiang Ziquan seemed to have really encountered some difficulties. Seeing that he was about to rummage in his pocket for cigarettes, Shen Yumo also guessed what she was going to do, stepped forward and held her hand, saying, "Take a break. "
With the familiar smell at the tip of his nose, Jiang Ziquan obediently put down the pen, turned the chair, supported Shen Yumo's waist, and pulled the beauty into his arms with all his strength: "I don't know how Teacher Shen wants me to rest?"
Shen Yumo was really tired. Jiang Ziquan forcefully pulled her onto her lap. She just struggled for a while, and moved her body at random to make herself sit more securely.
Ignoring Jiang Ziquan's words, "Wang Jie is a good student. I thought she would not be so nervous when facing the college entrance examination, but she has been a little nervous recently. I hope she will adjust her mentality soon."
She didn't intend to let Jiang Ziquan answer the question, and continued: "Sister-in-law's prenatal checkup is nothing, right." Then she reached out and took the album on the table and flipped through it a few times. When she saw the bold photos, she was still a little confused. Excuse me, I changed to another set and watched it again.
Listening to Teacher Shen at close range is really a kind of enjoyment. The ears and eyes are a kind of beautiful enjoyment. I couldn't help but lightly pecked the corner of her mouth.
Shen Yumo wiped off the most likely lipstick on the corner of his mouth, patted her again, and got off her body: "I'm so tired, I'm going to take a bath."
Jiang Ziquan nodded. Teacher Shen did look a little haggard, and looked at the painting at random. The college entrance examination was coming soon, and it seemed that she had to hurry up and finish it recently.
The two took a bath and lay on the bed. Shen Yumo said with a strange meaning: "Today, grandpa suddenly said that the gossip array will not be used in the future."
Jiang Ziquan froze in his heart.
Shen Yumo turned over to face Jiang Ziquan, closed his eyes and said, "After sleeping for so many years, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable."
"...Grandpa must have her reasons for letting you do this."
Jiang Ziquan had a cold sweat on his body, for fear that Teacher Shen would take the gossip array back, and whose fault would it be that Teacher Shen couldn't get out of bed by then
"That's right." Shen Yumo replied in a muffled voice.
After a while, there was a steady breathing sound in his ears, and he looked at the weak light. Teacher Shen was indeed asleep. Jiang Ziquan sneaked out of bed and continued to paint in the living room.
As the day of the college entrance examination drew nearer, Mr. Shen began to get a little busy, getting up at five or six o'clock every day and coming back at eleven o'clock in the evening, and a light blue-black layer began to appear around his eyes.
Teacher Shen also became more and more nervous, but her nervousness seemed a little cute.
In the past, although Teacher Shen was not as taciturn as an iceberg, she was not a very talkative person. Recently, she has become more and more talkative, and she has not allowed Jiang Ziquan to intervene. The situation in their class has been heard a lot. Jiang Ziquan was able to name some of his classmates.
Teacher Shen is a Chinese teacher. She must talk a lot in class. She can still talk like this at home. Hearing her hoarse voice, Jiang Ziquan was worried that her voice was going to die. lozenge.
A few days later, Jiang Ziquan still felt a little strange in his heart. For fear that Teacher Shen was ill, he hurriedly called Mrs. Shen. Mrs. Shen said that Mrs. Shen had such a temperament. Rest assured, I often go to Mrs. Shen's place to pack meals, so that Teacher Shen can eat better and have the energy to speak.
In the evening, Mr. Shen was talking more and more in his sleep. Jiang Ziquan couldn't help but gently hug the person in his arms and comfort him. This is an extremely rare benefit recently. Recently, I have seen Teacher Shen very rarely.
During the day, Jiang Ziquan continued to paint her paintings, thinking that when the painting was almost done, she asked Chen Chen to help her with a professional designer to revise it, and then made the wedding dress as soon as possible, which was one of her concerns. .