Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

On the way back, Zhao Wumian drove the car.

Xie Yan had something in his heart, and was a little restless all the way, Zhao Wumian didn't ask him.The drive was too far, and the road was inevitably boring, Xie Yan fell asleep a little sleepy, and when Zhao Wumian woke him up, he found that he had driven the car to the old city.

Far away from the drunken street of the past, he is still sensual.

"Are you going to find the Great Immortal?" Xie Yan's first reaction was that Zhao Wumian had something to do with Shen Xian, so he asked.

As a result, Zhao Wumian shook his head and said, "Go and have a drink."

I haven't been to the bar for a long time, most of the faces are unfamiliar, I didn't see Shen Xian, only Lian Xiao chatting with Lance at the bar.

Lian Xiao was slightly surprised to see Xie Yan and Zhao Wumian: "Are you two here to slaughter dogs?"

Zhao Wumian ordered wine, and sat down at the bar with Xie Yan.Xie Yan smoked a cigarette, looked around the bar, took a puff after lighting it, and then said, "Why didn't you see Daxian?"

Lian Xiao said lazily, "I'm picking up guests upstairs."

Xie Yan gave a "tsk", took the wine handed by Lance, and put it aside casually: "Are you two fighting again?"

Lian Xiao shook his head and didn't speak.

Xie Yan was about to ask one more question, when he saw several people flirting towards him, not only towards him, but more towards Zhao Wumian.The giant luminous body behind him is still unconscious, holding the phone to see what page, holding a wine glass and preparing to hand it to his lips.

He tilted his head and leaned towards halfway, took a sip of wine in Zhao Wumian's hand, smiled and blinked at the little zeros who were looking towards them, and raised his eyebrows slightly, that didn't look like Provocative, it seems to be provocative, full of meaning of declaring sovereignty.

"I didn't see it." Lance covered his eyes exaggeratedly, "Brother Yan, why don't you go to a movie with Brother Zhao and go on a date? Why did you come to the bar to abuse the dog?"

Xie Yan is wearing glasses today, the frame of the glasses is low, and he looks a little old-fashioned when he looks up with his head down, but his face is really good-looking, and even the movement of pushing the glasses shows a bit seductive.He was about to say something to Lance, when he felt a gaze on him, like a needle prick, so intense that it was impossible to ignore.

Zhang Yunli who was standing in the aisle stared at Xie Yan, and the man beside him naturally followed suit.

Zhao Wumian also noticed it, the eyes of the four people collided, and there seemed to be some smut in the air.In the end, he didn't know what the man said to Zhang Yunli, Zhang Yunli glanced at Zhao Wumian, when he lowered his eyes, he clenched his fist slightly, turned and left.

Zhao Wumian frowned, and said the first sentence when he entered the bar today: "Let's go and sit over there."

The location he pointed to was a small, clean corner.

Xie Yan smiled softly: "Okay."

The location in the corner was inconspicuous, and the light was dim, so no irrelevant people came to talk to them.

Xie Yan drank most of his glass of wine before he cleared his mind.But for a while, I didn't know how to start, so I asked Zhao Wumian, "Is there a patient in your department named Ye?"

"I have a patient named Ye." Zhao Wumian frowned, "I worked overtime that night because he was stimulated and didn't take the medicine in time..."

Xie Yan interrupted him and asked, "Is he called Ye Zhonghan?"

"You know him?" Zhao Wumian was a little surprised, seeing Xie Yan's brows furrowed, subconsciously raised his hand to press the center of his brows, and rubbed them away with light force.

"It's my teacher." Xie Yan closed his eyes and simply leaned on his shoulder, but there was nothing to say.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Zhao Wumian suddenly realized the root of the problem.

"I can't go." Xie Yan opened his eyes, with a bitter and helpless tone, "Teacher, he doesn't accept my sexual orientation. Back then, I had already disappointed him... He didn't want to see me, and you said it, he Can't stand the excitement."

"You only have class in the first period tomorrow morning, don't you?" Zhao Wumian grabbed his shoulders, and changed the subject as if casually, "Are you free to come to the hospital and visit the class?"

Because both of them were busy before, and because Xie Yan had been ill for a while, Xie Yan hadn't visited the hospital for a long time.

Zhao Wumian raised it suddenly, Xie Yan didn't understand what he meant: "I..."

"The little nurses said, you won't cherish it if you chase me down." During the days when Xie Yan teased him, he came to the hospital to look for him every now and then, and the little nurses had already seen the signs.He didn't deliberately hide it either. Later, when the two got together, he admitted it logically, and invited everyone to have a meal.

I haven't seen Xie Yan for a long time, the busy work has no seasoning, and the little nurses will occasionally make fun of him. Now he tells the joke, it seems that Xie Yan chased him and discarded it like a broom. Xie Yan wanted to evade, but he had no excuses.

Xie Yan stared at him for a while, then pursed his lips and leaned over to kiss him.

"Thank you, Doctor Zhao."

……

Climbing the mountain during the day, drinking wine at night, and having hearty sex again when returning home, Xie Yan woke up the next day, feeling as if all the bones in his body had been broken and reconnected, extremely sore.

Today, the two of them got out of bed with a tacit understanding, went out early, went to Chen Ji to have breakfast, and then went to work in their own cars.

Xie Yan walked into the classroom stepping on the preparatory bell, and stretched his collar subconsciously.

There was too much noise last night, there were hickey marks on the side of the neck, it was not good for the students to see it.His voice is also a little hoarse, and he doesn't feel very relaxed... Xie Yan calmed down his irritability while inserting the USB flash drive into the computer.While waiting for the USB flash drive to respond, he unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of hot tea, and glanced at the classroom. He was a little surprised that the room was almost full of students.

When did his class become so popular?

Xie Yan clicked on the PPT, and casually asked the students in the front row: "What stimulated you three classes today? You came so together."

"Someone is listening to the class." The female student who was being questioned glanced back and said in a low voice, "When the class monitor gave a short notice, everyone looked confused."

Is there someone attending the class?Xie Yan thought to himself why I didn't know someone was attending the class, so he put on his glasses, and then looked at the back row.

In the last row sat a man in a black coat. His handsome face was as calm as water, and the youthfulness between his brows and eyes had faded away. He looked much more mature and thinner.

He just sat there quietly, calmly like an emperor visiting in private, calmly accepting the scrutiny and exploration of all kinds of eyesight, and only bent the corners of his lips when Xie Yan looked over.

Xie Yan stared at him for a few seconds, his eyes flickered, all emotions disappeared in an instant, he blinked, and took off his glasses slowly.

"Today we are doing an in-class test." He smiled slightly at the students, "Proposition, Tang poetry and wine."

"Ah... why did you suddenly take the test in class?"

"Is there someone who attends the class and also takes the test?"

"Fortunately, today is here, this wave is not bad."

"How many words did you write?"

"Then I must write a poem about my male god Li Bai."

"The only thing left in my mind is the emperor Hulai can't get on the boat, and he claims to be a minister of wine..."

"..."

Xie Yan only heard the word Li Bai clearly in a bunch of whispered discussions, turned around and paused when writing the proposition on the blackboard: "Three hundred Tang poems, you only know Li Bai?"

"Du Fu, Bai Juyi, He Zhizhang, Wang Bo, Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, and Li He were all eaten by you?"

The study committee member raised his hand and asked, "Are you writing a short essay... how many words?"

Xie Yan thought for a while, then asked, "How many lessons do you want to write?"

"Two quarters!"

"That must be two classes. Give us more time to struggle."

"I have a sense of foreboding... a class?"

"Two sections! I don't mind writing a day or two."

"Two quarters... right?"

"Then write two lessons." Xie Yan was still very democratic and followed everyone's voice, "2000 words, hand in after class."

Everyone who was still a little drowsy suddenly woke up: "Fuck, is there such an operation?"

"2000 words are so much..."

"Is it too late to change your mind now?"

"2000 for two classes is not as good as 1000 for one class..."

The students shouted "Life is nothing to love..." and reluctantly turned out the pen and paper, "In 2000 characters, I'll write Li Bai."

There is no discussion about the random test. Everyone complained, but their hands and brains were still moving. After all, they can’t live up to their usual grades. No one wants to fail a subject, so they can only write papers.

Of course, there are one or two who don't want to write a thesis properly.

"Professor, can I use Baidu?"

"Can I write about Tang Yin, I hope I die of old age in Huajiu?"

"Can you silently count the number of words in "Will Enter the Wine"?"

"2000 words handwritten?!..."

"The professor can use Baidu, but you can't." Xie Yan took the time to click on the PPT related to Tang poetry and Tang culture, and set the playback speed, "Tang Bohu is from the Ming Dynasty, this student, you are too far away from the topic. "

"If you like silent text so much, why don't you silently write the three hundred capitals of Tang poems." Xie Yan clicked on the automatic playback of the PPT, and patiently answered the last question, "Of course it's handwriting, handwriting is an attitude."

"Professor..." someone muttered in a low voice, "We're afraid you won't understand our attitude."

"If you make me unable to understand." Xie Yan smiled and said softly, "Then my score will also make you unable to understand."

"Professor, show mercy!"

"Professor Xie... everyone is so familiar." Chen Huan and Chen Xianyu, who was sitting in the third row, said in a desperate struggle, "Can I get a discount on the number of words?"

The girl in the front row had already written several lines, raised her head and pushed her glasses, and said in agreement, "A [-]% discount is fine..."

"Yes." Xie Yan had a negotiable tone, "As much as the number of words is discounted, so is the score."

Chen Huan: "..."

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