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Leng Kemei of the Platinum Hotel often called Xiao Bohan, but she would never invite Xiao Bohan to be happy and crazy with her recently, she had already received Fang Hongyan's hint that she must not have any contact with Xiao Bohan at this recent stage.

Leng Kemei understood these truths, she only suppressed her desires~ hope and waited patiently, but Leng Kemei was quite interesting, and she also hinted at Xiao Bohan, saying that he might have a tail behind him recently.

Xiao Bohan smiled and said to her: "I already knew that I didn't understand what they wanted to do, I guess they were afraid that others would assassinate me." ”

Leng Kemei smiled and said, "Well, that's it, I think so." ”

It can be said that Xiao Bohan has lived an ascetic life in the past few months, Xiaowen decided to use his body to comfort Xiao Bohan today, he should not be punished so severely, in Xiaowen's eyes, Xiao Bohan is a good person. She thinks that Xiao Bohan is a very frank person, he is humorous, funny, informal, and very righteous to his friends, which can be seen from the admiration and loyalty of the people around him, and his people are very smart, which is reflected in his thoughtfulness, decisiveness and planning in handling things, Xiaowen has a deep understanding.

After thinking for a while, Xiaowen blushed and her heart jumped, she hurriedly stopped her fantasies, and packed up the scattered documents on the sofa, desk, coffee table, and windowsill, and classified them in the filing cabinet. Like a wedding house welcoming its groom.

Xiao Bohan took a bath quickly, and he used to flush several times a day in summer, so Xiao Bohan just cleaned up for a while, Xiao Bohan walked out wearing shorts and vests, and suddenly he saw Xiao Wen, Xiao Bohan said "ah" and said, "You are still there, I thought you were gone." As he spoke, he prepared to go back and put on a pair of trousers.

Xiaowen stood up and said with a smile: "What are you nervous about, as if you are a big girl and I am a man." ”

Xiao Bohan smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "I'm afraid it's not polite like this." ”

"And, forget it, you men are really hypocritical sometimes, and now you are very serious, if you are in ..... Hee-hee, you're crazy. ”

Xiao Bohan's face was a little red, but Xiaowen's words undoubtedly gave him a dose of stimulant, he felt what Xiaowen meant today, and his heartbeat was also rapid.

Xiaowen walked to his side, very close, looked into Xiao Bohan's eyes and said, "Think?"

"Yes. Xiao Bohan replied in the affirmative.

"So what are you waiting for?"

"I'm waiting for your permission. ”

"Silly hat, how do you want me to show that you can see if I should take the initiative every time. Xiaowen said with a confused look.

Xiao Bohan's blood pressure was rising, he leaned on the door frame in the inner room, raised his hand, and hugged Xiaowen, Xiao Bohan looked down at Xiaowen's eyes, her eyelashes trembled in the night wind, Xiao Bohan's heart also trembled, he stared quietly, silently, silently lowered his head, and approached Xiaowen's face, he felt that it was the quiet swaying moonlight full of passion, Xiao Bohan gently kissed her lips .......

When all the movements stopped, Xiaowen collapsed limply in Xiao Bohan's arms, her face flushed with a happy smile, and both of them lost their strength.

Xiaowen said, "I should go back." ”

"Won't you stay any longer? I don't want you to go. Xiao Bohan looked at her with a mournful look.

"Don't be such a dear, I'm for your good, don't let people talk behind your back. Saying that, Xiaowen was already getting dressed.

"Well, you're very thoughtful. Xiao Bohan also had to admit it.

Not long after Xiaowen left, Xiao Bohan fell asleep very comfortably, not bad at all, women are the best hypnotic drugs for men.

And far away in a mountain in Liulin City, Meng Ling is also thinking about his heart, Meng Ling is thinking about Xiao Bohan, the mountain here is very big, it seems that the sky is very narrow, birds can't fly out, halfway up the mountain, there are a few dilapidated houses, only a palm-sized playground on a flagpole fluttering on the five-star red flag, telling you that this is a school.

Meng Ling is in this school.

It is far away from the city, the mountains are high and the roads are dangerous, the traffic is extremely inconvenient, many people in the mountains have not even been to the county seat in their lives, let alone Liulin City, they have spent their lives in the white clouds and mountains, and some villages even preserve the slash-and-burn lifestyle, in a word, to some extent, this is a forgotten corner.

There are only two teachers in the school. One is Meng Ling, and the other is Luo Jianjun, a man who is nearly 60 years old.

Luo Jianjun was an educated youth of the year. During the Cultural Revolution, he went to the countryside to join the queue and came here, and later became a teacher, working in the only school within a radius of dozens of miles for 40 years, saying that it was a school, but in fact there were only about 50 students. Grades 1 to 5 are divided into two classes, and when Lao Luo is alone, he takes classes in this class, and that class studies by himself, alternating back and forth.

When Meng Ling first came here, she was deeply shocked by what she saw. She couldn't believe that there was such a place in this noisy world. Everything is so primitive----- desks and denzi are made of bluestone slabs on the mountain, and they are shiny with the children's sleeves as they grow older. The blackboard is made of cement, and the years have carved cracks on it. The glass on the windows was rotten and covered with white plastic film. The walls are made of stones from the mountains, and they are strong and rugged. The roof is made of asbestos tiles, which are broken in many places, and the sunlight shines through the roof to form geometric pillars of light in the classrooms, and dust flies in the pillars of light.

Lao Luo was black and thin, and his face was wrinkled very densely, like an old bark. People are very bored and don't talk much. Only when he smiles, the shyness in that smile with a kind of truth, goodness and beauty can instantly penetrate your heart.

Meng Ling asked him how he could persist in such a difficult environment for 40 years? Lao Luo just smiled honestly and said, "The children can't do without me." What will they do if I'm gone?" he didn't explain more.

Lao Luo is a native of Shanghai, and after his parents, who had been a small trader in the old society, hanged themselves because they were criticized and deeply insulted, he came here alone to cut the queue with the torrent of going up the mountains and going to the countryside.

The people in the mountains were very good to him, seeing that he was educated, they recommended him to be a teacher in this school, and he also liked the mountains and rivers here and the simple mountain people, the cruelty of the Cultural Revolution and the world that turned people into devils, so that his soul was deeply devastated, he hated and even hated that world, and here, he enjoyed the respect of people and the bathing of nature, as well as the bright eyes and laughter of children.

When Meng Ling heard about him, she was deeply moved, and she felt that her life would find a home here.

Lao Luo was very surprised by Mengling's arrival, and in the past, many young men and women came here to say that they wanted to be teachers, but in the end, none of them persevered, and disappeared in 10 days at most.

Lao Luo doesn't blame, in his opinion, it's already very good for today's young people to do this, after all, they don't live in the same era as him.

Lao Luo also thinks so about Meng Ling, it's just that young people add a legend to their lives.

But Meng Ling's beauty and temperament were the reason for his surprise, why did such a woman come here if she had a pretty good job or even a better life in a big city?

When the people in the mountains heard that there was a fairy-like beautiful female teacher in the school, they came to watch, and then warmly invited Meng Ling to their home as a guest, and that kind of simplicity and sincerity often made Meng Ling unable to refuse. As a result, within a week, Meng Ling ate what she thought was the best meal of her life, and she was amazed by the delicacies of the mountains and the unique flavor of primitive life.

Lao Luo cleaned up the house he thought was the best in the school and let Meng Ling live in it, the house was not big, less than ten square meters. A bed and a table occupy two-thirds of the space, Meng Ling cleaned up the house very clean and creative, she asked Lao Luo to help her get a lot of thick bark from the mountain to spread the whole wall, the texture and fragrance of the bark decorate the hut with original flavor.

There are a few oil paintings on the wall that she loves, and she also wraps a border in tree bark, which is very stylish. I put the light bulb in the house in a bamboo tube made of bamboo, and there are many holes drilled on it, and when I turn on the light, the light leaks out of the verdant bamboo pipe, which adds three points of interest.

At night, the mountain wind blows, the forest Tao makes a loud noise, and from time to time there is a long cry from an unknown bird, which shows the seclusion in the mountains, and the cabins in the deep mountains are also very quiet.

The only regret that makes Meng Ling regret is that the school does not have a phone and cannot access the Internet. Lao Luo said that there was a telephone in the village more than ten miles away from here, and he tried to find someone to see if he could bring a telephone line to the school.

Meng Lingdai has three courses, Chinese, music, and painting. The rest belong to Lao Luo. On the first day of class, standing on the small podium, looking at the small black and red faces and a pair of clear, bright and eager eyes below, Meng Ling suddenly felt that this three-foot podium was very sacred. These children in the mountains should have the same education as the children in the city, and have the same life close to this society. Instead of fending for themselves in this deep mountain, they live the same life as their parents. They are missing a pair of wings.

And she is the one who fits them with wings!

She wrote a line on the blackboard------- Fifty-six Nationalities and Fifty-six Flowers

Turning around, he said in an affectionate tone, "Today, I will teach my classmates to sing this song." ”

Life in the mountains makes Mengling very comfortable. Sometimes she sits on the hillside full of wild flowers, picking a wild flower and sniffing it on her nose, looking at the children running happily on the small playground, the mountain breeze blows her long hair in her ears, the fresh air with the fragrance of grass filters her five organs and six lungs, looking at the blue sky, the clouds are so white, white and crystalline, white like a dream. At that moment, she had the feeling of melting in the blue sky.