On Rickshaw Pullers and Lecturers

Being young naturally has its benefits, and Zhou Long deeply realized the benefits of this not long after.

It was an evening that was about to rain, and he left the classroom a little later than usual. He thought that the other party had already left, but he didn't expect that a certain driver was still waiting there.

Under the gloomy sky, a strong man squatted by the roadside, his wet short hair seemed to have predicted the coming of the rain, and it hung down docilely, but his somewhat handsome side face, which seemed to be carefully carved by a painter, seemed not so resigned to his fate , even though the future fate is known, still struggling in the quagmire trying to jump.

In just a moment, his eyes turned around and locked on him firmly. At this time, he was not like an honest man, but a hunter. An experienced hunter relaxes his surroundings before approaching his prey. breath.So, he gave a very innocent smile to Zhou Long who was coming, and even looked a little stupid.

Isn't it stupid to wait for someone who doesn't know when it will come on a rainy day?

Zhou Long thought in a bad mood. This came from the sudden introduction of his daughter to him by the tutor just now.

Even if his relatives are gone, he still has to conform to the times and the arrangement of fate.

He couldn't help laughing wryly.

"Mr. Zhou!"

This time, Chen Goudan didn't stutter, he successfully called out the title, and the smile in his eyes became even bigger, it was really brilliant that Zhou Long couldn't look directly at.

"Mr. Chen, it seems that you are here to wait for me again."

This time, Zhou Long's tone was not so gentle, but rather sharp, like fragments of a vase colliding with the ground, harsh but still pleasant to the ear.

The expression on Chen Goudan's face remained the same. These days he has undergone a complete change, and he can also read other people's faces, so now he knows that Mr. Zhou is not in a good mood.

When you are not in a good mood, you have to give way to the other party, like his father will let his mother during the busy New Year, and his mother will go to the field to visit his father every day during the autumn harvest, bringing the food he has worked so hard to make , Sitting on the ridge of the field like paint and glue.

But why is Mr. Zhou in a bad mood?

Chen Goudan couldn't think of such a complicated thing in his head. He looked at the four big characters of Jining Middle School that were still shining golden, even in such a gloomy weather.

Even if his Mr. Zhou is thrown in the crowd, he can recognize him at a glance.

"old place."

Zhou Long sat on it anyway, after all, he couldn't catch any car at this time, and - he looked at Chen Goudan's rather strong back with a gloomy look.

"Good, good! Mr. Zhou!"

Chen Goudan grabbed the handlebars with both hands, and ran forward in the cold autumn wind.

Other coachmen’s backs will grow deformed due to long hours of pulling carts, but Chen Goudan has not changed much. His back is still very straight, like a pine tree, straight, even in strong winds. chaos.

"Zhou, Mr. Zhou..."

The coachman who stuttered was the familiar person he knew. Although he stuttered a little, he spoke at a relatively fast speed. Therefore, the time it took to express the whole sentence was not slow.

"Mr. Chen, have you finished reading the Journey to the West I lent you?" Instead of giving Chen Goudan other comic books, it is better to give the Journey to the West, which the country knows a little bit.

Listening, Chen Goudan was stunned for a moment, he was used to the movements of his feet and did not stop.

He recalled that not long ago, he took Mr. Zhou home, and when he was about to pull the car away to go back to his small residence, he stopped him and handed him the comic book of Journey to the West.Books are very precious things, and all he can know are the Analects and so on that those teachers must have in their hands.He was not led to read and write. He was the sixth child in his family, and he had a dull personality. He could not speak without speaking on weekdays. His parents thought he didn't have that talent, so he didn't really own a book of his own or get a book.

"This, this is too, too precious and heavy! Zhou, Mr. Zhou!"

The honest man who can't speak is holding the book, as if he is holding some rare treasure, his eyes are full of longing and worry.

"No, books are meant to be shared. It's not good to hide them in the dark. The more people read them, the better. They will always be here, no more, no less."

Zhou Long omitted the second half of the sentence, but for this one, Chen Goudan didn't even understand it, but he seemed to be persuaded to accept it.

He reads that book by the moonlight every night.In that painting, he thought of Lantern Festival, temple fair, drama, many, many, all blurred, but he remembered clearly when looking at these.

And what impressed him the most was the small note next to the book, with some bold but neat handwriting. Inexplicably, he thought it was Mr. Zhou's handwriting, and when asked later, it was indeed the same.

"Look, finished reading! Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, gave me, gave me so, so many, of course I want it!"

It seems that stuttering in front of Mr. Zhou is not going to get better. Even Chen Goudan, who can speak his native dialect fluently in front of other guests, was hit hard in front of Zhou Long today.

"So, very good."

That tone was as gentle as ever, following the wind, it got into his ears.

He thought of how the lips of the person who said these words would open and close, and how bright the light in the eyes should be.

Mr. Zhou, so attracted him.

It's raining.

But Chen Goudan insisted on walking to the place where Mr. Zhou lived, a small western-style building with almost no one except Mr. Zhou.

"It's raining, and it won't stop for a while." Zhou Long got out of the car, because Chen Goudan hardly felt the presence of raindrops because of Chen Goudan's carefulness. He turned to him and said, "Chen Goudan, you Tomorrow is also coming, why don't you sleep here today."

An unexpected invitation, in the past, Chen Goudan would not agree to anything, but today, when Mr. Zhou called his name, the inexplicable depression in his tone made him nod and agree.

"Come up."

Zhou Long lifted up his long sleeves, revealing a section of his arm with a healthy complexion. For some reason, Chen Goudan actually thought it was very beautiful, just like Mr. Zhou's voice, which he thought was the most beautiful.

Following the sound of raindrops, Chen Goudan locked his rickshaw and followed Mr. Zhou upstairs.They opened the door, and Zhou Long skillfully found a candle at the door to light it.

"It was like this before the foreign lamps were popular. Now, I don't bother to install some wires, so as not to disturb Fang Ling as my parents said."

Zhou Long said with a slight smile, these old dogs know something, and nodded.

He is not good at talking, but he is a good conversationalist.

"So, I don't want to marry a wife who likes foreign things, or—" At that moment, Mr. Zhou in Chen Goudan's eyes was really more dazzling than that candle light, "I want to be like you, Chen Goudan partner."

Chen Goudan's heart started to beat.

Mr. Zhou, what does this mean?He didn't understand at all, but pretending to be confused seemed a little against his will.

So, he just took a step forward and held Zhou Long's hand, his face turned red.

"I, I can know, this, this is, Mr. Zhou's, Mr. Zhou's..."

"Shh, come here, that's it."

Zhou Long interrupted his inquiry, picked up his collar, and put the candle on the counter next to him at any time.

It was plunged into darkness for a while, but Chen Goudan could still feel the warm and moist feeling on his lips.

Then, he wrapped his arms around Zhou Long's waist and kissed him back fiercely.

It was a rain, and it fell vigorously, until the rain stopped, and I still heard the ups and downs of each other's heartbeats.

"Shh, Mr. Chen, do you understand?"

"..." Even a dumb person like Chen Goudan must have understood, "Mr. Zhou, I, I know, I know."

He replied like this, after a good night's sleep.

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Kakaka, but this article is not over yet.

By the way, Happy New Year Kakaka