Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

The weather forecast showed that it would be sleet tomorrow, which meant that there was a high chance of seeing snowflakes. As a southerner, Song Jiqing rarely encountered a winter with heavy snowfall.

In fact, he and Cheng Mu rarely talked, except for a few necessary exchanges, there was hardly any dialogue in the half hour before going to bed.

Therefore, Song Jiqing once thought Cheng Mu was a boring gourd.

"The weather forecast says that it may snow tomorrow," Song Jiqing leaned against the head of the bed, tilted his shoulders towards Cheng Mu, pulled the distance between them closer, and showed him the snowflake logo on his phone, "Look."

Cheng Mu's eyes flicked across the screen, and he looked back calmly, "It's just sleet, and we may not really see snowflakes tomorrow."

Song Jiqing withdrew his hand, and said "oh", "This way..." he began to pick and hold his phone, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and his face was dimly illuminated by the wall lamp.

No one spoke for a while, Cheng Mu coughed lightly, and after reflection, added: "There is still a certain probability."

"Yeah, I think so too," Song Jiqing cheered up, and couldn't help but want to tell Cheng Mu, "It's been a long time since I've seen the scene of heavy snow falling. I used to fall under it when I was very young." Snow."

"When the snow has accumulated a thick layer, there will be many children wearing long rain boots, holding small tools, happily shoveling snow in the snow, building a super cute snowman, and interacting with each other. It's a competition who can make the best snowman."

"So I have always envied those children who can go out to play in the snow anytime and anywhere."

When Cheng Mu was listening, the expression on his face was very serious. After Song Jiqing finished talking and stopped, Cheng Mu answered, "Why don't you go out to play?"

Because if you stain your clothes, you will be scolded.

"Because I'm too afraid of the cold," Song Jiqing smiled, "so I'm hiding at home, and I can't bear to go out."

"The house is very warm."

Cheng Mu looked at him and asked, "What about here?"

"What?" Song Jiqing asked.

"This home." Cheng Mu said, "Do you feel cold?"

Song Jiqing thought for a while and replied, "It's very warm."

When I went out, the sky was overcast, there were clouds and mist that could not distinguish the shape in the sky, and there were tiny raindrops falling. Because I went out after lunch, my stomach was warm, so I didn't feel too cold when I walked on the road.

The art class will end before the final exam, and after the last class of this week, Song Jiqing will almost officially have a holiday.

But he won't be too busy during the holidays. He receives manuscripts online, and draws on the sofa whenever he has time.

Since the last phone call, Xiang Jin has been silent and has never called again. Song Kun received the 90 yuan, and after paying off the debt, he seemed to have disappeared from the world and never appeared again.Song Jiqing's cell phone ushered in a rare peace, and he was also working hard to bid farewell to the past, trying not to think of those past memories.

Now the person I contact most often has unknowingly become Cheng Mu.

Just as he was thinking about it, he received a message on WeChat. Song Jiqing rubbed his hands, turned on the heater, and lowered his head to take out his phone from the pocket of his thick padded jacket.

Cheng Mu: What time do you get off work? I'll pick you up.

It was inconvenient to type while walking, so Song Jiqing had to press and hold the reply voice, "I finish class at [-]:[-], if it's not convenient for you, I can go back by myself."

He tucked his chin into his collar and mumbled a little.

Cheng Mu had just finished the meeting, opened the door and walked out of the meeting room, ready to go to the company cafeteria for lunch, he was stunned when he heard the voice, so he turned on the voice and listened to it again without changing his face, before calling Song Jiqing, "Walking?"

"Well," Song Jiqing replied, "Have you eaten yet?"

Holding the phone, Cheng Mu pressed the elevator floor, "No, I'm going to the restaurant."

Song Jiqing let out a small "oh".

The elevator descended slowly and reached the first floor. An employee came in after eating and said hello, "Mr. Cheng, let's eat."

"Yeah." Cheng Mu nodded towards the other party.

After getting out of the elevator and entering the restaurant, Cheng Mu slowed down his pace, lowered his eyelids, and said in a low voice, "After dinner, there is half an hour of nap time."

Song Jiqing said "Oh" again, then suddenly realized something, and asked softly, "Can you sleep well?"

Cheng Mu blushed without heartbeat: "Not really."

Song Jiqing knew how painful insomnia was, so he couldn't bear it, but he couldn't think of a better method for a while, "Aside from the special smell on me that can make you fall asleep, is there any other way?"

"I tried it, but it didn't work." Cheng Mu lowered his voice, sounding a little sad.

Song Jiqing scratched his hair, "What should I do?"

"There is a way." Cheng Mu said.

"any solution?"

"When I hear your voice, I will think of the smell on your body."

Cheng Mu's tone was clear and calm, while Song Jiqing's ears were hot while holding the phone, "Oh..."

"So... can I call at noon?"

It's just a phone call, Song Jiqing has nothing to do with it, and said without thinking, "It's fine."

"Won't it bother you?" Cheng Mu asked.

Song Jiqing shook his head, "No, but I still have class this afternoon, I'm afraid I don't have time, can I start tomorrow?"

Cheng Mu said, "Is there no class tomorrow?"

"Students will have their final exams after tomorrow, and the school has no art classes for the time being." Song Jiqing said with a smile, "We will all stay at home then, so we will have a lot of time."

Cheng Mu said, "Yes, yes."

When the class bell rang, the two boys were still arguing fiercely. It wasn't until Song Jiqing walked into the classroom that the commotion barely stopped.

Today's art class is to teach everyone how to draw watercolor paintings. Everyone has brought newly bought paints and color palettes. Song Jiqing demonstrated on the podium, teaching students how to color and use brushes, and then let the students draw on paper Play freely in class, and hand in homework when class is over.

There was a brief silence in the classroom for 10 minutes, just before class ended.

The two people who were noisy just now started to bump their elbows back and forth on the desk for some unknown reason. One of them was blushing and gritted his teeth, while the other was stronger and stronger. It looked grim.

Song Jiqing frowned, and planned to go over to persuade them to mediate, but the two were so absorbed in their own battle that they didn't even notice Teacher Song who was about to approach him.

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A box of palettes filled with water was hit just like that, hitting Song Jiqing's light-colored padded clothes, and colorful water stains spread instantly. A more careful girl next to her quickly took out a pack of tissues, "Song Jiqing Teacher! Wipe it quickly, your clothes are dirty."

The two boys got into trouble, they stopped immediately, their cheeks flushed, "Teacher, I'm sorry..."

Song Jiqing looked down at his clothes, took the tissue and wiped it casually, then looked at the two culprits, and said in a moderate voice, "You two come out with me."

Knowing that they had made a mistake, the domineering two students fell silent, and obediently followed Song Jiqing out of the classroom with their hands clasped tightly.

The three stood in the corridor outside the classroom, Song Jiqing asked, "Why did you two fight?"

The thinner boy lowered his head and said, "He said I was like a bamboo pole, a sissy."

Song Jiqing's face turned serious, and he looked at the stronger boy, "Du Yucheng, tell me, too."

"I came up after playing, and He Wan said that my body smelled of sweat, and I couldn't help but want to beat him up." Du Yucheng said in a hard voice, looking not very happy.

After hearing the reason, Song Jiqing began to reason, saying: "Students should help each other, unite and love each other. Everyone has their own unique characteristics and strengths. We should not belittle others, and we should not treat others just because of trivial things. Classmates use violence, right?"

The two said in unison, "Yes..."

"Would you like to fight next time?"

"Stop hitting, teacher."

"Really?"

"Well, really, we knew we were wrong."

During the few minutes of talking, the paint on Song Jiqing's clothes was completely dry, and He Wan asked with red eyes, "Teacher, what about your clothes...whether they can't be washed off."

Before Song Jiqing could speak, Du Yucheng spoke first: "Teacher, how much is this dress? I will compensate you. You can buy a new one."

"It's okay." Song Jiqing slowed down, almost laughing angrily, "I'll wash it at home, it can be cleaned."

This matter can't be considered completely resolved, Song Jiqing thought for a while and said, "If you two can tell each other's three good points here, I won't punish you today."

He Wanting was quite unexpected, she only awkwardly hesitated, and blushed and said, "Du Yucheng is actually very straightforward and straightforward... He is willing to help his classmates, he helped me move the table last week... and he is very good at basketball. "

It was rare for Du Yucheng to hear so many compliments, so he couldn't help blushing, and whispered, "I'm not that good either."

He Wan lowered her head and ignored him.

Song Jiqing looked at Du Yucheng and said, "It's your turn to speak."

Du Yucheng frowned and thought hard, and said slowly: "Well...he draws better than me, he draws all the blackboard newspapers in the class, he has good grades, teaches me to correct mistakes, has a kind personality, and likes to help classmates. "

Song Jiqing nodded with a smile, "That's it, it should be like this among classmates."

It took a long time to deal with the conflicts between classmates. After class, when Song Jiqing returned to the office, he suddenly remembered that Cheng Mu said that he would come to pick him up today, so he hurriedly packed his things and rushed to the school gate with his painting tools.

The black Bentley was parked by the side of the road, very conspicuous. Song Jiqing patted his clothes, trotted over to get in the car, and shouted, "Cheng Mu."

"Yeah." Cheng Mu raised his hand to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Song Jiqing asked cautiously.

The aura that Cai Cai had in front of the students just now was gone, the big padded jacket wrapped him tightly, and he curled up on the co-pilot, looking very obedient.

"Not long." Cheng Mu tilted his head, and fully expanded his peripheral vision just now. Now he saw the colorful clothes on Song Jiqing, "How did you get the clothes?"

Song Jiqing looked out the window and said relaxedly, "The students had a conflict and accidentally poured the paint on my clothes. Just go back and wash it. It shouldn't matter."

Cheng Mu said, "Is it wet?" He reached out with his right hand, touched the back of Song Jiqing's left hand, and asked, "Is it cold?"

Song Jiqing smiled, "There isn't much water, besides, my clothes are thick enough that I didn't soak the clothes inside at all."

Cheng Mu didn't say anything, and turned up the air conditioner a little more, and turned the air conditioner to Song Jiqing's side.

Song Jiqing's face was flushed red by the hot wind, even his hair was slightly blown, and his voice of protest was extremely weak, "I'm not that cold."

Cheng Mu pretended not to hear, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll call Aunt Fang and ask her to make it tonight."

Song Jiqing thought for a while, then said, "Stir-fried beef with celery."

The corner of Cheng Mu's mouth moved slightly, and he said, "Yes."

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