On Rickshaw Pullers and Lecturers

"Damn! You did a good job today, it seems that you are indeed competent!"

Chen Goudan looked gratefully at the relatives who helped him these days, scratched his head very honestly, and smiled.

"Uncle, you helped me a lot! Uncle, when I have money, I will definitely repay you!"

He doesn't stutter when talking to people he knows well.

"Hey, big nephew, if you don't want to ask for anything in return, just work hard! Come! Have a drink with uncle!"

Chen Goudan's uncle said something casually, and dragged him into the house to have a meal.A few days ago, he was living in poverty, and he was very embarrassed to eat and drink at his uncle's house. Now that he has money, he should not compete with his uncle's own son for food - he is developing, if his arrival causes any damage Yes, it's not good.

Chen Goudan declined his uncle politely, and put half of the money he spent on pulling the cart today into the uncle's hands, so to speak, the uncle accepted it.

Then, Chen Goudan took his rented rickshaw back to the dilapidated rented house where he lived.The erhu player next door is also trying a new tune today. This time it is good and more soothing. It is a pity that he is a rough man who only understands what sounds good. If Mr. Zhou... is the Mr. Zhou at noon today, he will definitely Know what song this is!Weird!

Putting aside these messy thoughts, Chen Goudan tied up the car, washed his face in the cold water outside, opened the door and went in, prepared dinner and rested.

He and Mr. Zhou are on the same day and one place, and probably will never meet again!

At night, the moonlight outside the window was faint, and the sound of the erhu was melodious, but he slept soundly and soundly.

Chen Goudan was just an ordinary descendant of peasants, he had nothing to boast about except that he was taller and stronger than his brothers.However, he still has a little-known secret - he likes men.

What's the big deal?Big enough to go!To say that there are not many such alternative existences in the village, and then, he himself doesn't really want to admit that he actually likes rough men instead of soft jade and gentle fragrance. For a while, he wondered if he was That mouthful of ashes ruined my brain, but I thought about it later.

Living in this world has its own reasons, he can't go short-sighted just because of his small problem!Seeing that the eldest son of the second daughter of the aunt next door was blind and didn't bother, why should he bother?Without a wife, he lived his whole life. Didn't the second uncle spend half of his life like this?

Chen Goudan accepted his sexuality very calmly, so he didn't take the initiative to fight for anything. He was destined to not be able to leave offspring to his parents, so don't owe too much.

Otherwise, if he really wants it, dad will leave him a piece of land no matter what, no matter what...

Thinking like this, Chen Goudan came to the intersection of Jining Middle School early in the morning, took a look, patted his head, didn't know what water was filled in it, and fell in love with the teacher—do you know Day after day!But he just wanted to see Mr. Zhou again, he was...his admiration!I don't know how these polite words came into his mind, he was obviously a rough man before!Although I don't want to swear a few foul words, but the rough words are also rough!

"Mr. Chen."

A slightly joyful voice brought him back to reality.

In reality, standing in front of him was the first guest who just got into his car yesterday——Zhou Long, wearing a gray-white robe and mandarin jacket, wearing a pair of round glasses. It is also the standard for scholars in his impression.

He thought happily, the words he said were still the same as yesterday, stuttering!

"Mr. Zhou! Morning, morning, good!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly remembered that Mr. Zhou actually called him Mr. Chen. He was very surprised and a little shy.

"week……"

"Take me to Yuyuan Plaza today."

Before he could finish his stammer, Zhou Long patted him on the shoulder and said the above words, he nodded very sincerely, and made a way for him to get into the car.

"Where are you going! Zhou, Mr. Zhou?" You can speak without stammering.

"Royal Garden Plaza."

Zhou Long repeated it in a good temper. As for what he was planning now, Chen Goudan didn't know. He was just very happy and nodded fiercely. After he sat down, he started to pull the cart with a smirk.

What is Zhou Long thinking?Naturally, he was thinking about the money Chen Goudan gave him yesterday.Although the money was not worth mentioning to him, to this simple coachman, it was his income, and it was his gratitude.He even knew what Chen Goudan was grateful for, but what he did was really nothing.

If the money was really returned to him, I'm afraid this honest man would be very unhappy, but if he didn't return it, his conscience would be ashamed.

Then take care of the driver's business!

Zhou Long thought softly, the car was passing through the alley smoothly, he could barely feel the bumps of the car, and compared with other drivers, he put a lot of effort into it, and this driver's skills were really good.He stared at the back of the man's head, fluttered his eyelashes slightly, and looked up at the sky again.

In fact, what attracted him in the first place was...

After a distance, Chen Goudan stammered and spoke to him again like yesterday. Although it was just some very simple questions, it was a lot of fun to ask and answer. Zhou Long answered patiently. Mischievous student, this coachman doesn't know how much trouble he will save.

At that time, neither of them saw the other's face, but one looked at the back of the other's neck dripping with sweat, and the other watched the steady progress of the road, but they were so harmonious.

When he arrived at the place, Chen Goudan did not do the same outrageous thing as yesterday—return the money to Zhou Long, but bowed solemnly to him.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm really, really happy to see you!"

Zhou Long looked at the young and energetic face of the coachman and stammered his words, and unconsciously, he showed a smile that seemed very warm.

"The same goes for Xingshun."

"What?"

Seeing the coachman's puzzled look, Zhou Long didn't say that these were his words, but just flicked the ashes on his clothes, waved his hand, and left.

His back gradually disappeared in the crowd, like a drop of water melting into the sea, but Chen Goudan can still imagine and outline his back not long ago, as if he had never gone far away, just a step away from him distance.

Mr. Zhou's back does not have the broad shoulders of his father, nor the slender and strong arms of his mother, but inexplicably, it is full of a charm that he cannot take his eyes off.

Chen Goudan, Chen Goudan, you Zhu Bajie, you actually fell in love with Mr. Zhou!Really, really...

"Shall we go to Guangshun Street?"

A young lady's voice woke him up from his trance, he quickly showed a catering smile, nodded, and temporarily put aside the thoughts in his heart.

"Go! Go to Guangshun Street!"

It's just that when he set off, he didn't think about it, when is the next time he meets Mr. Zhou?

He wanted very much to drag Mr. Zhou around this Ancheng without taking any money, that's all.

Then, when will it be?

Chen Goudan snickered, his steps forward were still solid.

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Hmm, I feel like I'm really progressing slowly... It's okay, this article is like this