inexhaustible

"I wonder what's wrong with the car in front of me, it's so slow, the old lady walks faster... so it's you." Shang Muxiao lowered his eyelids, looking tired, "Next time, put a sign on the back, so as not to cause misunderstanding."

I was taken aback, at first I didn’t understand what sign he wanted me to put up, but after careful reading of the sentence, I quickly realized that he probably wanted me to put up a sign like “The car owner is disabled” or “The car owner is sick”.

He probably didn't mean to be so discriminatory, but what he said made me uncomfortable.I just pay attention to safety. It has nothing to do with whether I am disabled or not. Even if I am not disabled, I will drive carefully.

"Excuse me……"

Holding back my displeasure, I explained to Shang Muxiao that I slammed on the brakes just now to avoid the wild cat that suddenly jumped out.Shang Muxiao nodded after listening, and he looked not very interested in the cause of the accident, and said straightforwardly that since he was the one who rear-ended, he was fully responsible.

"Did it hit hard?" I asked.

"Mine is okay, it's just a little bit of paint off, yours is more serious." Shang Muxiao clamped the helmet under his arm, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and didn't know who to send the message to.

Only a few seconds later, the bell rang suddenly, and he connected the phone almost immediately, and Ben's impatient expression became unbelievably soft.

"Sister...it's just a small accident, it's okay...I know, I will pay attention...the snacks you want to eat have been bought, just wait a little longer..."

Upon closer inspection, he found that his right ear was pierced and he was wearing a tiny black crystal earring.There is a small black mole slightly above the earlobe. If you don't pay attention, you will think that he has two pierced ears.

I remember that Shang Lu also had a mole in the same place. I liked his mole very much before, and thought it was very "tasteful".

Genes are so amazing that even this kind of place is so similar.

A long queue gradually formed behind the car, and urging horns sounded non-stop. Our accident had already started to cause congestion. If we delay, the police may come.

"This way..." I just wanted to say otherwise and drive to an open place before discussing, Shang Muxiao hung up the phone and stretched out his hand to me.

I don't know, so I stared at the mobile phone handed to me, not understanding what he meant.

"Give me your cell phone number," he said, "and I'll have my insurance agent contact you."

That's what it meant.

I took the phone, entered my number, and handed it back to him when I was done.

He didn't look at it, stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket, put on his helmet again and said to me, "Let's just leave it at that. I still have something urgent. If there is any problem, I'll talk about it at school next week."

I nodded, said nothing, started the vehicle and headed towards the intersection again.As soon as I turned the corner, a blue and white figure quickly overtook the car from behind, and the smooth car body disappeared from my field of vision before I could take a closer look.

That night, a man who claimed to be an insurance broker of Shang Muxiao called me and asked me to go to the designated place to assess the damage when I was free, saying that the repair cost would be fully paid by their insurance company.

As Shang Muxiao said, the buttocks of my car were indeed seriously injured, the entire rear bumper was dented, and it was a bit crumbling.His car was just scratched and scratched like this. I don't know whether to say that the quality of his car is too good or my car is too bad.

Finally, the damage will be fixed on the weekend.After taking the car to the damage point, the staff looked at my car and told me that the entire rear bumper might have to be replaced and the rear hood should be repainted.I asked him how long it would take to fix it, and he said at least two weeks.

The thought of not having a car for two weeks is giving me a headache.

And this invisible, lingering pain also indirectly affected every aspect of my life, such as my emotions in class.Even Yu Xixi has noticed that I am in a bad mood recently, and has become more and more self-conscious, and dare not share gossip with me.

Shen Luoyu came to see me on Wednesday and brought a lot of daily necessities. Knowing that it would be inconvenient for me to travel without a car, she even went to the vegetable market to help me fill up the refrigerator.

For the sake of her contribution of money and efforts, I have calmed down a lot after being miserable for several days, and I am not so impatient when she talks with me in the same old ways, saying what is good and what is wrong.

"Xiaojie, the mutual aid group I told you about last time, do you think you are free on Saturday, why don't you join one?" Shen Luoyu simply made two plates of spaghetti, and shared with me.

"What mutual aid group?" I rolled my face, I didn't quite remember what she said about this mutual aid group, probably because I thought she was long-winded.

"It's the...optimistic support group."

I seem to have an impression of this name.

I looked up at her: "I have no psychological problems."

Shen Luoyu didn't believe it at all: "Is it okay for you to be so pessimistic and world-weary?"

I corrected her: "It's not my psychology, it's my philosophy."

She was speechless.

"My mother asked me to persuade you to go. If I return without success, she will come to the door in person. She has not been in good health for the past two years. Can you bear to see her worry about your affairs?"

If she plays the family card with herself, I can bear it very much.But my aunt is an elder I have respected since I was a child. As long as she takes the lead, I can't say "no".

I kept quiet and did not directly refuse: "How is Auntie doing?"

"It's still an old problem. It's easy to cough when the weather is cold." Shen Luoyu poked her plate of pasta and said earnestly, "She's very worried about you."

My aunt suffered from lung disease when she was young. Although she was cured later, the root cause of the disease was also left behind. Whenever there is any stimulus, she will easily fall ill.When I had an accident, she shed a lot of tears for me, and I don't want her to worry about me anymore.

She is already one of the few people who is willing to worry about me.

Pursing my lips, I put down the fork, and finally compromised.

"Okay, I'll go."

After Shen Luoyu left, I packed up the bowls and chopsticks, poured myself a cup of noble rot sweet white suitable for drinking before going to bed, and went to the CD rack in the living room.

Pulled out the DVD of "Retrograde Wind" from the corner, opened the box, and I skillfully stuffed it into the DVD player.

Sitting in the dimly lit living room, looking at the screen that had been replayed several times on the projection screen, I chose to fast-forward directly to the place I wanted to watch.

In the hot and humid barn, a shirtless man smoking a cigarette.The woman flirted with him, he hugged her into his arms, and slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, forming a beautiful fluid phenomenon, enveloping their heads and faces ambiguously.

The nails were slightly sunken into the shiny muscles, and the thick blood vessels bulged and beat under the wheat-colored skin.

Desires that are on the verge of firing, hormones that are surging out.

This movie should have a more admirable image, but I just love this part.

The director should love Shang Lu very much.I love his excellent expressiveness, and also love his acting skills armed to the hair.In the close-up view of the side face, every drop of sweat, every ups and downs of breathing is just right, even the mole on the earlobe seems to tell the infinite charm of the hero.

Staring at the little mole, another younger face suddenly flashed in my mind.I frowned, and quickly dismissed the inappropriate image from my mind.

After watching the movie, I put the empty wine glass in the sink, and the drowsiness gradually emerged due to the effect of alcohol.I turned off the projection, and maneuvered the wheelchair into the bedroom to rest.

That night, maybe because of drinking, or maybe because of revisiting "Retrograde Wind", I had many messy dreams.When I woke up, I couldn't remember the content of the dream clearly. I just felt exhausted physically and mentally, as if I had been wrestling with someone all night.

"Teacher, I really have a reason. I didn't skip so many classes on purpose. Give me another chance and let me take the exam... I can't fail any more subjects, otherwise it will affect my graduation."

Knowing that they were going to fail a course, there were quite a few students who came to me to intercede.

But today it's not the same.

I tapped on the computer keyboard without looking up.Seeing that I ignored her, the girl simply walked around the desk and came to me.

"Teacher, please give me one more chance." She lowered her body and knelt down beside my wheelchair, begging in a low voice.

My head hurts even more.

Minimizing the window, I leaned back into the back of the chair and looked down at her: "You will be disqualified from the exam after five absenteeisms, but you have more than five absenteeisms, Yan Ying. Since the beginning of the semester, you have never attended my class You are not a freshman anymore, you should know what I can't tolerate the most."

The girl flinched, her eyes dodged: "I have a difficult problem, teacher. During the summer vacation, I got...depression, and then I couldn't control my emotions, and taking medicine didn't help. …It’s all because I’m sick, it’s really not intentional to miss class.”

I nodded: "Then give me the medical records. If you really have depression, I'll make an exception."

"I, I can't find it, I don't remember where I put it..." Yan Ying raised her head, her eyes filled with delicate eye makeup were filled with tears, and began to mess around, "Teacher, I won't lie to you. I really, I'm really sick, really miserable, teacher...please pity me..."

There was a slight touch on my leg, and I looked down to see her hand had climbed onto my knee.

I frowned, not quite sure what she meant.

"Please help me, I am willing to do anything..." The girl bit her lip, looking very pitiful, her long black hair was loose, making her skin fairer.

She clearly has a pure appearance, but her words and deeds reveal adultery and sophistication.The extreme contrast can sometimes make people feel full of excitement, and sometimes it can make people feel nauseated.I am the latter.

Arrogant people always think they can rule the world through beauty.

The five fingers gradually went up, and they were about to reach an indescribable position. As soon as I grabbed her hand, I was about to be laughed out of anger.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

She looked at me helplessly, and wanted to withdraw her hand: "I, I just..."

"Sexually bribe a disabled person? Thank you for thinking of it." I threw my hand back to her and said coldly, "I don't want to waste any more time. Please leave my office before I call security over."

Yan Ying was like a pale statue, maintaining a posture and standing there silent for a long time.

When I was considering whether to call the security guard, there was a knock on the door, and then, the office door, which was not closed firmly, was slowly opened more than half of it under the force of force.

Yan Ying and I looked over at the same time. The person outside the door maintained the posture of knocking on the door, and looked into the door in astonishment. "Sorry, I didn't know there were people inside." Saying sorry, but without any intention of avoiding it, Shang Muxiao leaned against the door frame, looking at Yan Ying and me with great interest, as if watching an ethical drama.

With the presence of a third person, no matter how daring Yan Ying was, it was impossible for him to continue bribing without a burden, so he stood up and hurried out the door.When passing by Shang Muxiao, he didn't even dare to look at him.

"I can't see how popular you are." After Yan Ying left, Shang Muxiao entered the office and closed the door behind his back, "I received a call from the teaching assistant saying that you have something to do with me. Why, something happened to your car ?"

Finally getting rid of Yan Ying's entanglement, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed the hand sanitizer on the second base table, rubbed my hands together and said, "Don't go out and talk about what happened just now. I'm looking for you and my car has nothing to do with it. It's about your credits."

Shang Muxiao didn't know where he came from at this moment, his clothes were wrinkled in a mess, and there were some stains like red wine stains, and his face was full of tiredness, as if he hadn't slept all night.

"My credits?" He slumped down on the sofa for receiving guests, without my greeting at all, and he was too familiar with him, "What's wrong with my credits?"

I slowly came to him in a wheelchair, and said, "Because you didn't hand in your homework last week, and you missed class twice, let me calculate, you need to score more than [-]% in the final exam. Fail. It's basically impossible."

He rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes and asked, "How do you know that I will fail the test?"

The faint smell of alcohol coming from the nose further complied with my guess.He must have just had a night of partying and is still hungover.

Turning to the water dispenser, I poured a cup of warm water from a disposable cup, gently placed it on the tea table, and pushed it towards Shang Muxiao.

"Because no one has ever scored more than [-]% from me." In other words, according to the current trend, his subject is definitely confirmed.

Shang Muxiao paused when he heard the words, and slowly opened his eyes.

The feeling of being about to be torn into strips reappeared.

He stared at me for a while and asked, "So, what exactly are you asking me to do here?"

With my fingers clasped in front of me, I looked at him quietly and said, "If I really wanted to fail your subject, I wouldn't let you come. Do you want to hear about another possibility?"

Shang Muxiao put down his hand, frowned and looked at me without making a sound.

I clenched my fingers, and I still can't believe that I will make such a decision.It's not like me.The "big devil" in everyone's mouth is me, and the one sitting here seems to be another will from the universe.

"I don't do this kind of thing very much, but if it were you, I think I can give you another chance." He finished speaking in one breath, cutting off the way out.

Shang Muxiao looked indistinguishable: "Give me a chance? Why? They said you would never show mercy."

"You are different."

Shang Muxiao was taken aback when he heard the words, and didn't respond immediately, but just swept across my lower body pointingly.That sight obviously didn't have any weight, but it made me feel the "tingling pain" on my skin strangely.

I frowned, and just about to ask him what he was looking at, he withdrew his frivolous gaze and said with a smile: "Do you always use this trick? I can't see that you can still think about these things. Although I never set limits on the other half , but... no, I don't like my partner acting like a corpse in bed."

His words left me stunned for a moment.This trick?These things?Bed... companion?

Wait, he wouldn't think...

I quickly realized that he might have misunderstood.He misunderstood me implying that he would give me something in exchange for this extra "one chance".Even, he may have misunderstood me and Yan Ying.

I was a little dumbfounded for a while, and I was even not sure which was more worthy of anger, being misunderstood by Shang Muxiao as a misbehaving professor or being humiliatingly described by him as a "dead body on the bed".

I just... want him to give me two extra paper assignments.

"Okay, I have something else to do. You can go find someone else to play with. You can fail or fire me, I don't care." He drank the water in the cup in one gulp, squeezed the paper cup into a ball, and threw it into the garbage under the coffee table bucket, then stood up and was about to leave.

"I'm not……"

I wanted to explain, trying to grab his sleeve as he passed me.

This is a bad decision.

He had no intention of showing mercy at all, the moment his fingertips touched his body, he grabbed my wrist bone with such strength that I had the illusion that my bones were about to be crushed by him.

"Don't be ignorant." The corners of his lips still had some curvature, but it would never be mistaken for a smile.

I don't know how.

It never occurred to me that he would come to tell me this.

Enduring the pain, I gritted my teeth word by word: "Let go. You really misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

"Misunderstanding?" Shang Muxiao leaned down, looking straight at me with beast-like eyes, "But the look in my eyes doesn't look like a misunderstanding."

The smell of wine, perfume and sweat, mixed into a strange fragrance, rushed into the nasal cavity and swept the brain, making the chest tight and dizzy.

Not feeling well, I reached out and pushed him.

He let go of his hand, stepped back, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at me like he was looking at a disgusting wretch.

With a sarcastic smile on his lips, he stepped back to the door, opened it and said, "Okay, leave your 'chance' to others, I don't need it. I hope we will never meet again, Professor Bei." After speaking, he left the office and closed the door hard.

With the loud sound of closing the door, the surroundings returned to silence.Staring at the door panel, if it weren't for the pain in my wrist, I would have wondered if I had just had a ridiculous dream.

Although life is propelled by a series of unsatisfied desires, it is full of longing and pain that are endlessly pursued.But I have no innocence towards Shang Muxiao, and I don't have any wrong thoughts. If I insist on saying that there is anything beyond the friendship between teachers and students, it is only for Shang Lu's love for the house.

This is too absurd... Is it true that there are too many wicked people, and no one will believe the good people?

"The biting bitch." Rubbing my sore wrist, I almost laughed angrily.

With his good words, I also hope that I will never have the chance to meet him again.

However, fate seems to be taking special care of me recently, always trying to give me unexpected "surprises".Before the former is digested, the latter will come.

Two nights later, I went to the psychological mutual aid group that Shen Luoyu had signed up for me. Before my butt was hot, a tall figure walked in from the door.

I don't know how the other party feels when they see me, anyway, I don't feel very good.

There are so many psychological mutual aid groups in this city, Shen Luoyu carefully selected, and chose the only one with Shang Muxiao.