On Rickshaw Pullers and Lecturers

Chen Goudan's life of pulling a cart is gradually on the right track.

This is one of the thousands of small things in Ancheng. Similarly, Zhou Long's lectures in Jining Middle School have gradually received good reviews, and everyone has praised him.

Zhou Long, originally from Kyoto, fell into poverty when he was young, and had to move to another place, that is, to live in Ancheng. Fortunately, a mentor helped him. When he was in middle school, he was recommended by a teacher to go abroad for further studies. He came back after getting a few diplomas. .

He originally learned philosophy, and later learned other things, including physics and mathematics, but his ambition was not here, and he returned to philosophy. This study also has some new worlds, but one or two of them have nothing to do with this article It's important, so I won't talk about it.

Now, it's just a lecturer in Jining Middle School in Ancheng, doing some pen and ink to get by.

And all the relatives were scattered in the flames of war, and they didn't know where they were going, and they couldn't control his marriage, or his sexual orientation. This was a blessing in misfortune.

Meeting Chen Goudan, the coachman, was the most gratifying event for him in these years. It is nothing more than Jiang Ziya meeting Mingjun, and it is nothing more than the ensemble of mountains and rivers. Thinking about it carefully, this marriage is really...

"Mr. Zhou, let me come and pull you today and day!"

It was only an occasional meeting, but now it has become a daily meeting. I don’t know how this stuttering and stupid coachman asked him about the rules of his daily lectures and departures. On that day, he actually overslept drinking with his uncle at night.

"Mr. Chen, okay!" He went up with ease, and saw the driver stiffen, "However, Mr. Chen doesn't have to go there every day, it's better to worry about his own work."

"No, it's okay! I, I did it, it's okay! No, it's okay!"

Chen Goudan blushed, and he couldn't concentrate on thinking about Mr. Zhou exhaling from behind him, close to his ears, and how beautiful those lips must be-he couldn't think of any nice words.

"Haha!" Zhou Long leaned back, chuckled, and with his gaze, he could see that the honest man's neck was red.

He already knew that this man was in the same generation, but it was best to bully him,

"old place."

These days, Chen Goudan goes to his home almost every day. It doesn't mean that he is really obsessed with Zhou Long. Is there a friend there!

He replied in a low voice that he was just an old customer, just a guest.

The uncle patted him on the shoulder meaningfully, and said nothing. I'm afraid what he was thinking in his heart was—is it a guest, a good friend, a regular customer, a good old friend.

Why did he blaspheme someone like Mr. Zhou again!Chen Goudan wiped his sweat with one hand, and then continued to pay attention to the road conditions.

At least, he doesn't want Mr. Zhou to be knocked on the head by a stone. That's not good. What if, what if Mr. Zhou doesn't come to take his car?What if he can't see Mr. Zhou?If he has money, he will let Mr. Zhou ride in his car every day. If Mr. Zhou does not spend money, he will pay.

"Mr. Zhou, do you like... small, children?"

He almost blurted out "Mr. Zhou, do you like me?" It really shouldn't be!Shouldn't!If Chen Goudan could pull out his hand now, he would probably beat himself up.

"like."

There is a faint smile in this tone, really worthy of Mr. Zhou!The sound is really nice!

"I am very relieved to see those children working hard to study and ask questions for their future. Some children said that they should rise up for the country and contribute to this country. I really like these children", However, Chen Goudan noticed that Mr. Zhou seemed to have something to say, "I am afraid that I will never have my own children in my life. However, people are not only kissing their relatives, not only their sons, so that old age will end , It’s useful to be strong, and good to be young, isn’t it also good?”

"Oh." Chen Goudan, who didn't understand, just blindly agreed with Mr. Zhou's words.

Zhou Long didn't force the man to understand anything.

Alas, in this chaotic world, don't say that the country is peaceful and the people are safe, let alone the world is for the public.

"Mr. Chen, would you like to read some books?"

He suddenly got up and asked the man pulling the cart.

The man didn't look back, but replied: "But, but Zhou, Mr. Zhou, I, I can't." He couldn't read and didn't know the meaning.

"It's okay," Zhou Long said with a smile, "I have some scripts, you can look at the pictures, and you can ask me if you don't understand."

The road they drove was a flat and quiet stone road.Under the evergreen cypress tree, the old man sits and plays chess, and the children are having a good time spinning the spiral or kicking the shuttlecock made of chicken feathers.

"Mr. Zhou, here, here."

Chen Goudan's panting voice sounded hoarse like a whisper among the leaves.

"Are you there?" Zhou Long replied reflexively. Seeing that the coachman directly lifted up his clothes to wipe his sweat, revealing a muscular body, he was a little thirsty, but he just asked a question calmly, "Chen Sir, how old are you this year?"

He just asked casually, just trying to divert his attention.

Chen Goudan was stunned, and stopped wiping his sweat, but the exposed muscles were still open and frank in the wind.

He laughed, just like himself, honest and sincere.

"I, I am eighteen this year!"

Really... Zhou Long Weiwei lost his mind in that bright sunshine, really young.

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Remind myself, Chen Goudan is a gong!Ka Ka Ka