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There were people coming and going in the hallway, Song Shu took the elevator upstairs, Liu Yiyi booked her a luxury suite for one person, she opened the door and went in.

There is a set of one-piece pajamas on the sofa in the living room, a set of jk uniforms for traveling, white cotton underwear and panties, and the clothes fit her size.

Liu Yanyi's handwriting, Cheng Chishuang's account.

Song Shu laughed, senior sister, what a joke, she put her belongings on the table, and found a note on it: Shu Shu, sleep well tonight.

Good night, okay~

- meaning

Shen Xizhou was about to turn on the light to go to sleep, when the special reminder sounded, she quickly picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, she clicked on QQ, and Song Shu sent a flash photo, she seemed to have a premonition, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, she clicked on it .

There was steam in the mirror, and the person coming out of the bath was wearing a cute one-piece pajamas, with wet, slightly curly long hair draped over his shoulders, a tinge of red at the end of his beautiful eyes, looking charming and affectionate.

She was smiling, provocative and ambiguous.

Shen Xizhou watched the picture of the beauty coming out of the bath for only five seconds, but afterwards she remembered the feeling of her heart beating to the extreme. information.

Teacher Song: Are you asleep?

Teacher Song: Good night

Shen Xizhou picked up the phone and walked to the balcony. She sat on the wicker chair and replied to Song Shu: No, did the teacher just take a shower?

Teacher Song: Hmm...

Song Shutuan is on the sofa, her mind is in a daze, she drinks very little, a glass of fruit wine can make her dizzy, a glass of red wine can make her drunk, she indulged herself a little too much tonight, and the reason for posting the photo of going out of the bath is because of some kind of herself An unclear mind.

She wanted to send Shen Xizhou the photos of the suite she had taken, but she tapped the voice call with a trembling hand, but she didn't hang up when she realized it.

Xu Shi's drunkenness made her extremely clingy, no matter how many inappropriate things she did, it was justifiable.

Shen Xizhou connected immediately, with a gentle tone: "Teacher."

"Xizhou." Song Shu's voice was a little hoarse, and the view from the room was pretty good. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a sky full of stars. "There are a lot of stars outside, twinkling and twinkling, and the sky is full of little stars."

This ghostly painting style...

It turned out that this person was so cute when he was drunk. Shen Xizhou heard her softly humming a section of "Little Star", and asked, "Is the teacher drunk?"

"Not drunk." Song Shu narrowed his eyes and made a humming sound.

Shen Xizhou couldn't hold back, burst into laughter a few times, and stared slowly when he heard Song Shu's next words.

"Xizhou, what is the love of this era?" Song Shu's eyes were hazy, soft like a cat: "With so many desires and choices mixed in, once the novelty wears off, you'll be jumping like crazy. It's short, shorter than the flowering period It’s still short, it’s a lively scene, and the curtain call will be done alone.”

Shen Xizhou instinctively felt that she had touched a certain place in Song Shu's heart, a place that was not accessible to outsiders, soft and fragile, flawless and fresh, waiting for her to explore.

She can turn around and leave, or she can change her heart.

She looked at the night sky with the same stars, and whispered softly: "It is not love that is mixed with too many desires and choices, but the human heart. People who do not respect love do not deserve love. Love is not a pastime when you are lonely, nor is it an adjustment when you are bored. It's romantic, sentimental, gentle, and realistic."

After a pause, she suddenly realized some kind of ambiguous feeling in her heart: "Love has thousands of faces, love knows no age, love is love."

Song Shu covered her heart and counted the heartbeats. After a long silence, she hung up the earphones and called the most outstanding Chinese class representative without any psychological burden: "Uh-huh, read a poem to me, I'm sleepy .”

The topic ended suddenly, Shen Xizhou didn't need to ask her what she wanted to hear, he just opened his mouth and said, ""Once Upon a Time" Modern·Mu Xin."

"Remember when I was a teenager

Sincerely everyone

say one sentence

Early morning train station

dark long street

The shop selling soy milk is steaming

The day before is getting slower

Cars, horses, and mail are all slow

Only love one person in a lifetime

The locks used to be nice too

Beautiful key

You will understand when you lock it. "

On the other end of the earphone, the sound of even and steady breathing gradually came, and her voice became very slow, only enough for one person to know.

"Good night, Miss Hem."

The first monthly exam after the division of arts and sciences arrived as scheduled.

Tonghua Middle School has always been very efficient in correcting papers. After finishing all the subjects in the afternoon, the total score and ranking will be read out the next morning.

Unsurprisingly, Shen Xizhou scored No.1 in liberal arts. The average score of each subject in class (7) was either ranked first or second, and ten of the top [-] students in the grade had a total score.

As a new teacher, Song Shu achieved such remarkable results in less than half a semester after taking office. He received special attention from the grade team leader and the Chinese lesson preparation team leader. He was called to participate in various performance analysis meetings in his free time for several consecutive days.

In her boring analysis and repeated rhetoric, she crazily doubted herself about her choice of teaching and educating people.

"Welcome to ride..."

The scenery outside the window ranges from reinforced concrete to adobe stones, bustling and dilapidated, an hour's drive, two worlds.

Song Shu got out of the car with the rest of the passengers, glanced left and right, and walked towards the opposite residential area.

The air smelled of rancid garbage and food mixed together, the distance between the buildings was barely enough for people to walk by, the dim lights were reflected on the puddles, and from time to time, there were black shadows of unknown things running past their feet.

At a glance, you can see the layout of each resident's home, dilapidated, poor, and messy.

This kind of place is generally the best place for the police to sweep/pornography/crime and gangsters to kill/rob in the legal column.

Song Shu tightly squeezed the note with the address in her hand and the mobile phone, her heart trembled for a while, she regretted arranging this home visit at night.

Tonghua Middle School has a strict rule for the head teacher. After the monthly exam of each semester and before the midterm exam, the head teacher of each class must complete at least three home visits.

Song Shu just visited a student's home at noon today, and came here non-stop in the afternoon, but right now, she seems to have lost her way.

At a corner, she almost collided head-on with a drunk. The smell of alcohol made her head hurt, and she backed away nervously.

"Miss." The other party mistook her for a station/street girl, and pressed her every step of the way, showing a wretched smile: "Are you new here? How much is it for one night?"

Song Shu wanted to call the police, but suddenly, she bumped into a warm embrace, "Ah—" she exclaimed in shock.

"Teacher, it's me." Shen Xizhou hugged her waist tightly and scolded the man, "Get lost!"

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is the root of human nature. Hearing the shout, the man became more sober. He had an intuition that Shen Xizhou was not easy to mess with, so he staggered away from them.

Shen Xizhou hugged Song Shu even tighter, almost rubbing it into his body, lest she be touched by that man in the narrow space.

"Don't be afraid, he's gone." Shen Xizhou restrained his anger, and lightly rubbed his head against Song Shu's temples and shoulders.

It's been a long time since being hugged like this, Song Shu's back trembled sensitively, kisses and hugs are always easy for people to indulge in, forget fear, and forget their identity.

"I'm not afraid." She retorted softly, ignoring the strangeness in her heart: "Why are you here?"

Shen Xizhou let go of Song Shu, and took her hand naturally, "The younger sister who promised Yan Xiao last week will play with her today, and it happened to coincide with the teacher's home visit."

There are thin calluses on her hands, which are not sticky, her slender fingers intertwined with Song Shu's five fingers, and her movements are intimate like a pair of lovers.

Song Shu killed the thoughts in his mind in the cradle, and the two parties tacitly kept silent about the phone call that night.However, Shen Xizhou's petty gestures towards her became more and more day by day, she didn't dislike such behavior at all, on the contrary, she gradually got used to it.

It's absurd, yet wistful.

Shen Xizhou led her back and walked back: "I called you, but you didn't answer."

Song Shu glanced at the phone, only to realize that it was turned off. She started to get scared, but she still wanted to call the police, "It was not charged last night, it turned off automatically."

"No wonder." Shen Xizhou motioned her to avoid the puddle under her feet, and a dilapidated building appeared in front of them. Lin Yanxiao's house was at No. [-] on the second floor.

The author has something to say: The conversation between Mr. Song and Xizhou about "love in this era" came from an inadvertent discussion between me and a reader in the group—————————————————————————————— Thank you very much.

So what about you?

What do you think is love in this era?