How can different genders fall in love

only……

"Do you think everyone is you?" Just know how to eat!

Song Shujue frowned impatiently, without looking back.

Qin Li trotted to his side, with a smile on his face, but his tone was extremely innocent: "Teacher, are you angry with me?"

Song Shujue didn't even bother to say anything to someone who loves acting so much.

In fact, he knew that Qin Li didn't wake him up because he wanted him to sleep more and for his own good, and he wasn't such a discriminating person.

But, in the end, he was still angry at the embarrassment just now.

After walking for a while without looking sideways, Qin Li didn't speak any more.

Song Shujue pursed his lips, glanced to the side secretly, but saw that he lowered his head slightly, his face full of disappointment, although he knew that this might be for him to see, but his heart softened a little.

He pretended to be cold and said, "There will be no next time."

The other party was very rude, "This has to be decided according to the actual situation."

"Who is the teacher?" Song Shujue glared at him angrily.

Qin Li suppressed his smile, and looked at him with rare deep eyes.

"I also want to ask this question. Speaking of which, it's the first time I've seen a teacher who doesn't take his body seriously and makes students worry about it."

Song Shujue was speechless.

After a long time, I pinched the bridge of my nose and said softly: "Teacher has a lot of things these days, so I haven't had a good rest. You study hard by yourself, don't worry about it so much."

Qin Li sneered, "I've worked my heart out for you, and I just want to say don't meddle in my own business?"

As he spoke, he pushed him against the wall regardless of the corridor where people were coming and going.

Song Shujue didn't know why he poked him, and seeing his sudden change of face, he was both puzzled and angry: Ha, I kindly picked you up from the rain and endured your inexplicable pursuit, but in the end you became a wronged man. that?You still have to worry about your heart, the people in the city are very good at playing, right?

But before he could say a word, he saw Qin Li approaching with a sense of oppression.

The pair of black eyes close at hand were filled with thick haze, as if various emotions were churning.

Someone has already noticed this, and a certain girl screamed excitedly.

"Ah! Wall dong!"

Boom your sister.

Teacher Song really wanted to turn his head and swear, but the soft touch of his cheeks made him stiff all over.

Qin Li buried his head in the crescent of his neck and took a deep, deep breath.

Then he raised his head, let go of the hand on his shoulder, straightened up, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Ah, I feel much better. I can treat the teacher gently again~"

Seeing the boy smiling like an idiot, Song Shujue reacted calmly.

"Next time you get sick, please let me know in advance, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his clothes, stepped on his feet and left calmly.

Qin Li looked down at the footprints on the shoe indifferently, stroked his lips and looked up, Gu Zi smiled and looked at his back for a while before leaving.

When he passed the corner of the corridor, he turned his face and glanced at the screaming girl vaguely.

☆、Chapter Thirteen

A big post bar recently became popular with a post.

The post is not long, and the content is probably that the host bumped into a male wall-dong in a certain place at a certain moment.

It stands to reason that in A University, where there is no shortage of post bars with such a high-level technical master and Internet celebrity, this post that is purely a rotten girl who doesn't even have a picture should sink down soon.

In fact, this was indeed the case within two hours of posting, but all this changed quietly when someone picked up the identities of two of them——

……

Unique_Qianshuo on the 27th floor

Looking at the host's description, I suddenly thought of a lecturer named Song in B College.

Please tell me I'm not alone.

Sixteen_shiver on the 28th floor

Upstairs you are not human (=? ェ? =)

Unique_Qianshuo on the 29th floor

Thank you upstairs, because I am a god.

……

35th floor dream shadow stay Ting

Silently raise your hand.

By the way, I thought I was thinking too much, but it turns out that I am not the only one who thinks so (′?ω?`)

Ice dance frivolous on the 36th floor

Brother 28 is talking nonsense and telling the truth:)

And, the lecturer surnamed Song from Department B...could it be that one?

Wu Xie is taller than Zhang Qiling on the 37th floor

Lecturer with the surname Song Song Song Song?

The landlord holds back and you explain clearly to me!

……

61st Floor Mo·Li Shang

Who is that teacher Song?Is it famous in University A?

New students solve!

On the 62nd floor, I feel deep love

The senior student gently stroked the dog's head of the freshman upstairs.

Go back to the homepage, click on the high-quality post, did you see a post called "Several Number A Teacher with a Vicious Tongue"?The fourth one is him.

The 63rd floor is a millennium

It seems that no one can prove that it is him, right?

According to the author's description, the dress of A University is very popular, so don't expose the wrong person.

……

Gu Qingyan on the 145th floor [the original poster]

Um, let me explain, LZ, I’m from College D, and I just passed by the teaching building of College B on my way to do business, and I don’t know the teacher Song you mentioned.

—— 8 pass!

Judging from the photos you posted, it is the same person as the handsome guy who got punched...

Floor 146 Shu Yu Xiao Xiao

sofa!

Is what the owner said true?

Nuomoqi on the 147th floor

When I see the landlord, I just want to be quiet.

——Don't ask me who is Jingjing!

……

Time and space rain fate on the 222nd floor

woc that monster was thumped in the school corridor?

This thing is even more unbelievable than the dog downstairs >皮

Room 223, 59593379th Floor

Hehe, is it fun for me to be upstairs?

Fleeing Years Flower Season on the 234th floor

Let the two upstairs be together directly!It's a good idea for Xiaobai to be attacked by black belly!

etc!It seems that something has been revealed...

……

On the 289th floor, there is light in my eyes

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I said it looks so familiar!

Hahahahahahaha what the hell am I laughing at? !

290 floor dragon and phoenix twine

I just found out that there are so many corrupt girls in our school, and the high-cold image of A University will be ruined by this group of people.

In this regard, I just want to say one thing -

Add me to those who discussed earlier! ! !

Floor 291 is a scumbag

I thought it was just an ordinary gossip post, but when I clicked on it, I realized that I knew something extraordinary XD

……

Destroyed Dream Girl No. 521 on Floor 9

The group in front has torn down more than 200 floors starting from the [-]th floor, isn't it too tiring?

Is that person a teacher? In the end, it’s just a trivial matter that has nothing to do with you and deserves your hard work?

Where did your so-called high-quality A university students go?

I even wondered if other schools came undercover!

Xiamo Misty Rain shmily on the 522nd floor

Row upstairs.

Since many people said that they were at the scene together, then this incident should have a certain degree of authenticity. It is impossible for the host to create more than a dozen trumpets just to make up a post, right?

But even if it were true, so what?Are there still few people showing their affection in public these days?It's not fair to pay more attention to them, comment on them, or even start human flesh, just because of their gender or identity?

It's almost the end of the term, everyone, let's calm down.

Room 523, 1239588947th Floor

Let me ask you weakly, am I the only one who is curious about who the other protagonist is?

I know that my style of painting is very low compared to the deep two ones above, but I really can't hold back!Doesn't anyone think that someone who can beat Song XX must also be a strong person? !

……

Bear __sama on floor 711

Mom, mom, mom, why is this plot so boring?

According to the description of the God of Truth upstairs, I made up such a pure love essay of 20 teachers and students: The student was too ruthless last night. The next day, the teacher was pale in class and asked him to sit down and sleep. The teacher overslept. After class, the students left in shame and anger, and a blind Bidong came chasing after him...

Xiao Huangjing, Floor 712

Praise for the brain hole upstairs.Upstairs, if you really write such an article, you must ask me to write it!

The 713th floor is sad in the summer wind

Gentle black-bellied student Gong X arrogant and vicious teacher suffers

This property really matches~extremely~!

……

1051 Floor Yan Hanying

Looks like it's late?

But looking at it from the beginning, this post is really ups and downs, which makes people feel excited!

Floor 1052 looking up and panting

The use of idioms upstairs is really amazing. OTZ

By the way, since everything is clear, can this post also be marked as HE?

1053 floor only Xiaobai

Life is really full of love!

I just don’t know that the two parties who were so masqueraded by us would see this post...

……

Xiao Jin's owner on the 2222nd floor

I am that student.

I'm with the teacher.

thank you all.

…——

Song Shujue felt that something was wrong with his world.

First of all, every time he goes to class, the classroom is full.

This seems to be a good thing, but the premise is that they are really all here to attend the lecture.

Song Shujue stood on the podium, giving lectures calmly against everyone's strange eyes.

A few normal students who didn't know why were pulled over by the side to see something, and when they raised their heads, they looked at Song Shujue with strange eyes.

At a glance, only Qin Li, who was sitting at the front, was not affected and was listening to the class seriously.

Song Shujue suppressed the strange relief in his heart and continued to give lectures.

No matter how good the psychological quality is, being stared at by more than 100 people with inexplicable eyes for the whole class will inevitably be creepy.

After class, Song Shujue glanced at the students who hadn't left their seats, and walked out quickly.

Qin Li followed, and the two of them walked side by side, attracting another attention.

After rejecting the third girl who asked to take a photo, Song Shujue looked at Qin Li beside him with a normal face, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Did I change, or did the world change?"

Qin Li glanced at him in surprise, "Teacher, what you said is like a second grader."

"..."

Tolerate!

Song Shujue suppressed a smirk, and said softly:

"You really know how to joke, isn't middle school two your attribute—don't change the subject, just say it!"

Qin Li shrugged, "Teacher, don't you play Post Bar?"

Post it?What is that?

The ignorant Teacher Song took out his mobile phone to search, and asked suspiciously, "What?"

"Click on the big post A, and you will find what you want."

Qin Li smiled like a magic stick.

10 minute later.

Song Shujue put the phone back into his pocket with a complicated face.

He finally understood where the strangeness of the past few days had come from.

So, he was just out of the closet?

Moreover, the object is still such a guy?

Song Shujue looked at Qin Li quietly, and when he got an innocent look back, he suddenly felt itchy.

However, in public, it is impossible to beat him, and he is afraid of scolding him for being ill when he is scolded. After thinking and thinking, he can only respond with words.

Song Shujue looked forward: "Aren't you afraid?"

Qin Li moved in the same way: "What are you afraid of?"

"Everyone thinks you're gay."

"I was originally."

"But this is a school, I'm your teacher, and they're all men, so the influence is not good."

"I wish everyone knew about our relationship."

It sounds like it really does matter...

Song Shujue pinched his nose, really worried about him: "You are still young, you haven't entered the society, so you don't think too much. Although the school environment is relatively simple, you can see the eyes of those people just now, even if some people feel Curious and fresh, but most people still resent alienation."

"So what?"

Qin Li looked at him quietly.

"Love is a matter between two people. What does it matter what others think and do?"

Song Shujue was stunned for a moment, then smiled suddenly, with an indescribable coolness, "When you really grow up, you won't be able to say such things."

When he was young, he also had such an unrealistic idea, but the reality abruptly crushed that little hope.

"It may sound naive to the teacher, but my love is to go on hand in hand even if I turn my back on the whole world. Those who have scruples and compromise are not true love."

There was a long silence, "You must have read too many comics."

Song Shujue's tone was very indifferent.

"There are many things in the world other than love."

Regardless of other things, the resistance from relatives alone is heavy enough.

"Maybe," Qin Li curled his lips, "but it's the only thing that belongs to me."

Song Shujue thought about his situation and said nothing more.

"Teacher, I heard that the best way to cure a broken relationship is to start a new one. Would you like to give it a try?"

After walking for a while, Qin Li suddenly asked.

"How did you know?"

Song Shujue narrowed his eyes when he remembered the housekeeper who had investigated him.

"My guess."

Qin Li squinted his eyes following his example, looking a little more dangerously seductive.

"Although it looks the same as before, I can feel that you are not happy."

The more I talked, the more I talked.

Song Shujue didn't speak, just quietly listening to how he could pretend.

"He can't give you an aboveboard and wholehearted love, but I can."

"—do you dare to ask for it?"

☆、Chapter Fourteen

Song Shujue turned his head.

"...don't dare."

Qin Li scratched his hair helplessly: "Teacher is really ruthless as always—isn't there a little heartbeat?"

"No."

I will not tell you.

When Song Shujue rejected him for the first time, he actually felt a little embarrassed. After all, he is not a hard-hearted person, and it is impossible for him to remain indifferent to the confession from his own students.If it was someone else, Song Shujue would not give him another chance to confess.

But Qin Li is really weird, he approached him slowly and calmly when he wanted to distance himself, and then confessed unexpectedly when he relaxed his vigilance, even if he was rejected, he was not discouraged at all, it was commonplace, and there was no embarrassment at all.

Seeing that the person who was rejected had a natural expression on his face, Song Shujue naturally had no psychological burden, and even had a leisurely heart, half annoyed and half curious and asked him: "Is my charm really that great? You don't want to hang yourself on my tree?" die."

Qin Li smiled and deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "It would be nice if I could die on the teacher's body."

After a long time, Song Shujue frowned, and asked very tangled: "Are all the students nowadays as violent as you?"

When the two were joking with each other half-truthfully, the old professor from last time walked up to them.

Song Shujue's expression froze, and he slightly turned his face away uncomfortably.

But the old professor was old-sighted, obviously recognized them, and looked at them with a smile.

Seeing this, Song Shujue could no longer pretend not to see it, and nodded slightly: "Hello."

Qin Li then greeted: "Hi, professor."

The old professor nodded kindly, tiptoed and patted Qin Li's shoulder, his eyes filled with kindness: "Young man, please do your best."

After speaking, he smiled and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Facing Song Shujue's suspicious eyes, Qin Li explained: "The professor also saw that post, and added my attention. We chatted a few words in private messages."

Song Shujue, who only found out what Tieba is today, finally "...".

The world must have changed.

He thought gloomily—

Song Shujue never saw Chen Lang again after they broke up that day, but ran into He Lu once when he was shopping in a store.

He Lu wore ordinary white T jeans, and looked like a very green and unscrupulous young man.

His spirit is not very good, and his face is even a little haggard.When he saw Song Shujue pushing the shopping cart, his eyes were very complicated.

At that time Song Shujue was putting a pack of dried noodles into the shopping cart, He Lu saw it, smiled on his face, and his words were still as polite as before: "So Brother Song likes to eat noodles, it's very good, it nourishes the stomach."

"Oh."

Song Shujue responded lightly, actually he didn't like noodles, he just bought them to save trouble, but he didn't want to explain anything to He Lu.

Rao He Lu had long been used to his few words, so she couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but she still insisted and refused to leave.

Song Shujue looked at He Lu who was racking his brains to think about the topic, and really thought he was amazing.

In the past, because of Chen Lang's relationship, the two would occasionally meet and exchange a few words, but they also knew that neither of them had any good feelings for the other.Now that his face has been torn apart, what is the need for him to act like this again?

Song Shujue wasn't in the mood to waste time with him anymore, just as he was about to leave, He Lu suddenly said, "Don't you want to know about Brother Chen's situation?"

Song Shujue glanced at him in surprise, "We've already broken up—I remember you were there that day."

His tone was very flat, simply stating a fact.

There was finally a big wave on He Lu's smiling face, and he asked back in disbelief, "You guys, did you really break up like this?"

Song Shujue looked at him with even more surprise, "Otherwise?"

Is it possible to joke about breaking up?

He Lu seemed to be totally unexpected by him, paused before saying in a low voice: "You are so cruel."

Song Shujue thought his words were really funny, and it took him a long time to suppress the sarcasm.

"I'm cruel, isn't it a good thing for you?"

When He Lu heard this, an extremely complicated expression appeared on his face.After a moment of silence, he pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "Who said no?"

After finishing speaking, he stopped being polite to him hypocritically and left straight away.

Song Shujue looked at his back expressionlessly, and shook his head unhappily for a long time: "It's rude not to say goodbye."

☆、Chapter Fifteen

In the middle of the night, many people in the carriage were leaning on the seats and sleeping soundly, but Song Shujue looked out of the window without sleepiness in his eyes.

Sitting next to him was a pair of brothers. The younger brother, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, was curled up and sleeping soundly.Although it was the end of June, the air conditioner was on on the train, and the night was still a bit chilly. The elder brother who was about the same age as Song Shujue took out a coat from the luggage bag and carefully covered his younger brother.

Song Shujue saw the reflection of this scene from the car window, and suddenly remembered the coat on his shoulders when he woke up in class.

The originally calm heart was slightly turbulent.

The phone vibrated suddenly, Song Shujue took it out and looked, it happened to be a text message from Qin Li.

[I'm at the door of your dormitory.you are not here. 】

He froze for a moment, then texted back.

[It's summer vacation, what are you still doing at school? 】

The other party called directly.

Song Shujue hesitated for a moment, but still took it.

As soon as the connection was made, the other party said first:

【Teacher, I want to see you——Xiaojin too! 】

Song Shujue still felt nauseous when he heard this kind of words at first, and ordered Qin Li to speak well.

But Qin Li is really thick-skinned, completely ignored his dislike, and said all kinds of sticky words to Song Shujue as if he didn't want money.

It would be useless to say a lot of words to refuse, and Song Shujue didn't bother to waste any more words, he was already immune to his words.

Hearing the faint meowing of a cat, Song Shujue asked helplessly:

"Hungry again?"

Thinking of Qin Li's misdemeanor of coming to the door several times in the middle of the night just to let him cook a supper, Song Shujue wondered whether he regarded him as a teacher or a personal chef.

But Qin Li pinched his weakness, every time he came with the kitten, facing those pitiful cat eyes, Song Shujue really couldn't help but slam the door.

So, he could only hold back his anger and slap Qin Li, thinking, is there a more miserable pursued than him in this world?

Because he was afraid of disturbing others, his voice was kept very low. Qin Li heard it, and immediately asked:

【Teacher, where are you? 】

"On the train home."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Song Shujue thought, isn't it normal for the teacher to go home during the school's summer vacation? It's impossible for him to take the initiative to report his whereabouts to his students.

so--

Where did that inexplicable feeling of guilt come from?

【Do you want me anymore? 】

The other party finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if he had just cried.

Me, when will I want to pass you?

Of course, in order to avoid irritating him, Song Shujue held back his complaints and said, "Don't think too much, I was planning to go home."

【Um. 】

Qin Li responded with a strong nasal voice.

Song Shujue asked him incredulously: "You...you won't really cry, will you?"

He didn't answer but instead asked: [What do you think? 】

Song Shujue couldn't imagine how beautiful Qin Li was sitting at the door of his dormitory crying, his head grew dizzy for a while, "What about it?"

Qin Li let out a muffled laugh, and his voice had returned to normal.

【Scared by me? 】

"...What the hell are you doing?"

Song Shujue was going crazy.

Who released this brat to be a demon?

【Well, it's just a voice-changing software. 】

So, his silence just now didn't seem to be lonely as he thought, but he was playing with that voice-changing software?

Song Shujue discovered that Qin Li really had the ability to drive people crazy.

He let out a calm "hehe".

He calmly said to the other side: "Zhu Gusheng."

Then, still calmly, hung up the phone——

Qin Li sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, his face was full of interest: "Huh? The way of blowing hair is quite unique."

Goldfinger, who was still a kitten, squatted on the armrest of the sofa, staring coldly at this "infatuated species who is said to be waiting at the door of the dormitory", and once again felt silent mourning for the good man in his heart, Mr. Song.

It has to be said that the cat's natural cold face coupled with such disdainful eyes is very lethal. Even Qin Li was stared at a little bit uncontrollably, and looked back with a wooden face: "Why?"

Goldfinger shook his ears, arched his body, took off gracefully, and reached the landing point perfectly——

The top of Qin Li's head.

"Are you trying to force me to abuse the cat?"

Qin Li raised his eyebrows unhappily.

This guy, after turning into a cat, has become more and more courageous, and even dared to jump on his head.

Goldfinger let out a lazy "meow", wagging its tail.

"It" is just a cat and cannot understand human language.

Seeing that "it" had no intention of moving its nest, Qin Li sneered, and reached out his hand to grab "it".

He is not Song Shujue's cat slave, there is no situation where he can't do it.

Pressing the struggling cat on the sofa, Qin Li stretched out his evil hand——

"Meow meow meow meow!"

This is the real fried hair.

Goldfinger's tail stood up.

Scratching a cat or something, human beings? !

"Do you still dare?"

Qin Li smiled and said with a head of hair disheveled by gold fingers, his whole body exuded a dark aura.

Goldfinger shook his head pitifully.

Qin Li patted "it" on the head in satisfaction, and let go.

Afterwards, the humiliated Goldfinger gave an accurate definition of his behavior: if you don't die, you won't die.

Boo!He must have been infected by Qin Li!

☆、Chapter Sixteen

It was early morning when the train arrived at the station.

Song Shujue walked out with his luggage, and bumped into an incomparably dazzling sun.

Looking at the crowd in front of him, listening to the familiar local accent, and breathing the fresh air of the small town, Song Shujue suddenly felt a little dazed.

How long has it been since you took a good look at your hometown?

Even though the number of times he came back was not infrequent, he took a taxi directly from the airport every time, and he didn't care how much attention was given to this small town along the way.

So much so that, standing here at this moment, a sigh of strange daze appeared in my heart.

Perhaps it was too conspicuous to stand alone outside the station in a daze, and he was soon surrounded by some middle-aged women holding signs.

"The young man is from another place, right? Do you want to stay in a hotel?"

"My hotel is close to the station..."

"We have WIFI..."

Song Shujue came back to his senses, took a step back, and politely refused: "Thank you, I don't need it."

As he spoke, he turned his head sideways and looked in one direction, the corners of his mouth curled into a warm arc——

"My home is here."—

Song's mother was sitting in the yard choosing vegetables, muttering in her mouth: "When I went shopping just now, I met Dapeng's mother, and Dapeng was also by her side. She looked a little fatter, but in good spirits, what do you say? It’s not a good thing for our son to be too capable sometimes, like Dapeng, a middle school teacher came back early from vacation, and he, who teaches college students, hasn’t believed it yet, and I don’t know if what he said on the phone before is accurate..."

Seeing that she didn't get any response, she raised her head and glared at Song's father who was watering the flowers, "You too, you don't look like a father at all. You know how to water those flowers regularly, but my son didn't see that you cared." More than half a sentence!"

Father Song put down the kettle slowly, leaned over to check the leaves of the flowers, and said, "Our son is so old and sensible, why should I worry about it?"

"I think you just don't want to worry about it!"

Mother Song scolded him, looking at the cabbage heart in her hand, her expression became a little lonely again.

"Xiao Jue has been like this since he was a child. He obviously doesn't like spicy food, but he likes to eat shredded cabbage... I don't know if he can eat it over there."

As soon as the words fell, a sentence came from outside——

"The ones over there are not as delicious as the ones you cook."

The elders in the yard looked towards the gate of the yard one after another.

I saw Song Shujue walking in slowly dragging his suitcase, and his face, which was a little tired from the overnight car ride, was now filled with a warm smile.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

A half-opened hibiscus fell from Father Song's palm.

Song's mother turned her back suddenly, and after a while, she picked up the cabbage heart on the ground and hurried into the kitchen, "I'll make it for you right now!"

"Your mother, she's getting older, but she's getting hotter and hotter..."

Father Song looked at his wife's back, shook his head with emotion, and then patted his son's shoulder with his trembling palm.

"Just come back."

After finishing speaking, he took the box pole in his hand and walked inside.

Song Shujue looked at the hibiscus flower that had not fully bloomed on the ground for a long time, finally rubbed his eyes, squatted down to pick it up, and held it in his palm with great care.

☆、Chapter Seventeen

Knowing that Song Shujue came back by train overnight, Mother Song sent him to rest after dinner with distress.

I don't know if he was really tired a few days ago, but when he suddenly returned to this place where he could relax his whole body and mind, he slept for a whole day.

So, at night, Song's father and Song's mother went to bed early, but he woke up very awake.

The morning meal had already been digested, Song Shujue patted his stomach, and walked lightly to the kitchen, and sure enough, he found a pot of overcooked, smoky chicken soup in the soup pot.

After drinking two large bowls of chicken soup happily, Song Shujue wiped his mouth, walked to the yard with a small stool and sat down very contentedly.

The evening wind in the yard is blowing a faint fragrance of flowers, which is so refreshing; it seems that there is a family celebrating a birthday not far away, and there is a faint happy birthday song mixed with laughter; there is a moon in the sky, not big, but very bright...

At this moment, a call came in.

Afraid of disturbing his parents, Song Shujue hurriedly answered, but the other party didn't speak.

Maybe it was because the night was so good that people's hearts couldn't help being quiet, but Song Shujue didn't make a sound to urge him.

For a moment, there was only the sound of quiet breathing on the phone.

Suddenly a big firework bloomed in the sky.

Song Shujue looked up, and found that the fireworks were slowly transforming into four large characters——Happy Birthday.

It seemed that the family was setting off fireworks to celebrate, and there were vague cheers.

Song Shujue, who was sitting alone in the courtyard, was infected by the joyful atmosphere over there, and there was a smile in his eyes.

As if sensing his good mood, Qin Li called him softly on the phone——

"teacher."

"Ah."

"Can you see the moon from your home?"

"Yes." Song Shujue's mood was very calm and joyful at this time, so his tone was rarely gentle, "Not only the moon, but also fireworks."

"fireworks?"

"Well, it just so happened that a neighbor was putting it up, and it was placed very high, which made me feast my eyes."

"It must be pretty, right?"

"Yes, very beautiful."

"Teacher, do you miss me?"

"..."

"I miss you."

"..."

"Want it so so much."

"..."

"Thought it hard for me."

"........."

"Oh, teacher, you really refuse to give me any hope."

"False hope, do you want it too?"

"want."

"..."

"As long as it is given by the teacher, even if it is poison, I will be happy."

Song Shujue was silent for a moment, then hung up the phone.

He held the hot mobile phone in front of his eyes, and muttered to himself: "Actually, I miss you a little too."

Raising his head, looking at the night sky that had returned to silence, Song Shujue laughed silently, helplessly, and hopelessly.

"But I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

☆、Chapter Eighteen

Early in the morning, Song's mother carried a basket in her left hand and her son in her right hand, and went shopping excitedly.

Although Song's mother was talking about asking Song Shujue to help pick up the vegetables, both the Song family's father and son knew that this old lady was out of balance when she saw someone else taking her son out a few days ago. Go out and show off.

Since the small town is not big, almost everyone who lives nearby knows each other, so along the way——

"Hey, Xiao Song is back?"

"Yeah, many people on vacation can't buy air tickets, and even after taking the train back overnight, they are terribly tired and not smart. Isn't it better to wait a few days later when there are not so many people?" Looking at Song Shujue with loving eyes.

"It means that Xiao Song misses you. Well, it's good to be a teacher, like the one in my family. I don't know when the company will be fake..."

After talking about the housework, Mother Song pulled Song Shujue forward.

Another acquaintance walked up to him.

"Oh, Miss Wang!"—Mother Song's surname is Wang. "This is your son who is a university teacher, right? Oh, he looks so handsome, there must be many girls who like it?"

"Where is there, don't look at him as smart-looking, but he has a dull temper. Look at him, he is thirty years younger, and he hasn't brought back a girlfriend to show us."

"Hey, that's not the case. Xiao Song has a good job and looks good. It's inevitable that he will be picky. Let me see, when the time comes..."

From the beginning to the end, Song Shujue stood beside him with a polite smile, listening to their conversation about their own lifelong events, he only felt amused and helpless in his heart.

The phone vibrated, Song Shujue looked at it, it was a text message from Qin Li.

[Q: What should I call the teacher's father? 】

Song Shujue just felt baffled, and replied with a question: Brain teaser?

[A: The format is wrong.The correct format should be "Q:..." "A:...". 】

Do you want to be so childish?

Song Shujue didn't want to talk to him at first, but he looked at the two middle-aged and elderly women who were talking happily in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and replied: Q: What the hell are you doing?

[A: See the first floor. 】

Song Shujue looked at the sky speechlessly, and actually started to think seriously.

teacher's father...

Master?Master?Master?

What a mess!

Song Shujue realized that he was being surrounded by Qin Li, he straightened out his thoughts, and replied: A: They are called by age.Ignore the relationship in the middle, and call it whatever you want.

[A: Received, understand! 】

Then nothing came out.

What the hell is he playing?

Just when Song Shujue felt that Monk Zhang Er was confused, Father Song called.

"Son, tell your mother to buy more food, there are guests at home."

"Okay—by the way, Dad, Mom asked me to ask which one you came from."

"Oh, it's Xiao Qin."

"Xiaoqing?" Song Shujue thought it was the cousin named Xiaoqing, and asked with some doubts, "Didn't Xiaoqing go abroad?"

"Hey, it's not Xiaoqing from your second uncle's family, but your student named Qin Li."

Song Shujue held the phone, his whole style of painting changed.

What the hell just happened! ! !

Although he wished to cross over to Qin Li and grab him by the collar and ask him what he wanted to do, Song Shujue, who still had to pretend to be calm, felt that every second was so long.

After much difficulty, Mother Song had had enough chatting and bought groceries, and when she patted her son on the shoulder and said "Let's go back", Song Shujue almost wanted to shout excitedly, "Send the empress dowager back to the palace!"

As soon as he arrived at the door of the house, he heard Song's father shouting excitedly: "Kill!"

Has it come to light?

Song Shujue rushed in in horror, but he didn't see the expected scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, only Zhang Xiaoji was set up in the yard, Song's father and Qin Li were sitting opposite each other, angry