On the same day that Jiang Che seemed to meet the braided braids behind the window of the cafeteria.

Deep and large.

Zhang Dunai glanced from behind a billboard.

Teacher Pan Jie was wearing a short black skirt and high heels, carrying a bag of rice in his left hand and a basin with something in his right hand, and walked on the road.

She was sweating, sweat dripping down her forehead, sticking long hair to her cheeks, to her neck.

Mr. Pan's neck was long and white, like a swan, and he usually seemed to be holy and bright, but now he was dripping with sweat and sticking to his hair...... She gasped for air, her chest heaving.

This messy and weak appearance made Zhang Dunai throb for a while.

Because he has been to the small video hall now, and with an objective existence, consciousness only needs to replace the human face...... He dreamed of Mr. Pan like this, in a stuffy and small room, with the sound of a wooden bed.

Not far away, Teacher Pan put down the things in her hand again, she couldn't hold it, she had to stop and rest every ten or twenty steps, and she looked more and more unable to move.

Teacher Pan looked down at his hands and blew...... The snakeskin bag is not easy to carry, and the things are heavy and the hands hurt.

Zhang Dunai rushed out from behind the propaganda board.

"I, I'm passing by...... Mr. Pan, let me help you. ”

After he finished speaking, he threw the rice bag on his shoulder, picked up the basin again, and walked to the teacher's dormitory area with a sonorous sound.

"Hey, you, classmate Zhang Dunai......" Teacher Pan didn't even have time to refuse, so he had to chase after him and said, "You are a little one...... Oh, why don't you bring me the basin...... Here, go upstairs, you can't take a breath...... Okay, go slower, the teacher will help you hold the rice bag. ”

Just like that, quite far, the little Zhang Dunai carried the things to the door of Mr. Pan's house in one go.

His body was not tired, but his heart was a little empty, and he wanted to put his things down and leave.

But Mr. Pan had already opened the door with the key, pushed it open, pointed and said, "Put the basin here, the rice bag is in the room next to it, thank you, Zhang Dunai." ”

Zhang Dunai had no choice but to carry his things into the house.

There was only a sign of Mr. Pan living alone in the house, and it seemed that the rumors were true. It is said that Pan Jie was married, but he divorced, and he lived alone after returning to China, and he looked like he had been for a year or two.

In a room with only two people, Zhang Dunai put down his things and looked at the furnishings around him, stunned for a while.

Student Zhang...... Zhang Dunai, are you tired?"

"Ah, Mr. Pan...... Mr. Pan, I'll go first. ”

"What's the hurry, look at you're tired, go all the way so fast...... Let's drink saliva first. Pan Jie was holding a glass of water in his hand, his hands were sore and trembling because he had just carried a heavy object, and the back of the glass water cup was gently rippling.

Zhang Dunai watched, he was thirsty.

"Thank you, Mr. Pan. He took the water and drank it in one gulp.

Because he was in a hurry, the water spilled a lot from his chin and ran down his neck into his clothes.

The water, combined with sweating, made his shirt wet and pressed against his chest.

Teacher Pan saw it and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be small, but your body is not weak, no wonder you are still walking so fast with things, I almost can't catch up empty-handed." ”

Perhaps because he has lived in the West for a long time, Pan Jie doesn't seem to feel anything wrong with complimenting a little muscle.

Zhang Dunai didn't know how to pick it up, but he was sure that he was happy, so he smirked. Because he comes from the countryside and does a lot of farm work, although he is small, he does have a bit of stature and strength.

"It looks like I'm really old. He didn't answer, Pan Jie said another sentence himself, and the words indirectly touched the cup in Zhang Dunai's hand.

"No, not old, yes...... It's because I'm in a hurry, and because Mr. Pan wears high heels. Zhang Dunai hurriedly said.

Speaking of shoes, he glanced down.

But Pan Jie's feet were no longer the pair of high heels, but a pair of red slippers. But the black stockings didn't have time to take off, so they were wrapped in slippers.

"Look, doesn't it stink?"

"Huh?"

"It's okay, sit down for a while, look at your sweaty body, I'll twist a towel and wipe it for you." The faucet at Mr. Pan's house was in the kitchen, she went in for a while, wrung a towel out, and handed it to Zhang Dunai, "Wipe it before leaving." ”

"Ahh Zhang Dunai took it woodenly.

"I'm hot too. After doing this, Pan Jie said and went back to the kitchen.

Zhang Dunai thought about it and spread the towel on his face.

The towel had a special fragrance, and he wiped his face and arms, forgetting to unbutton his shirt and his chest and back.

After wiping it, he realized that he was embarrassed, afraid that the smell of sweat would stink Teacher Pan's towel.

"Teacher Pan, Teacher Pan...... I washed the towel. ”

Zhang Dunai walked to the door with a towel and shouted softly, and there was only the sound of a large stream of tap water hitting the iron basin in the kitchen.

Zhang Dunai glanced at it and walked in.

He didn't say anything more......

Teacher Pan didn't notice that Zhang Dunai came in, she was washing her face, her long hair was tied behind her head, she tilted her head, wiped her face with a towel, and carefully wiped it on her neck...... Then, as if by inertia, he wiped the open collar of the clothes on his chest again.

Zhang Dunai stood behind her and watched.

He felt like he was going to suffocate to death...... Unless he walked over and hugged her from behind, and if he did, he should also die.

Zhang Dunai's feet began to move forward, the kind of serene footsteps that preceded the leopard's assault......

…………

"Don't cry yet, how about it, what did Mr. Pan say?"

Jiang Che took the phone and lay in a small hotel, this place was temporarily found by the organizers for a few volunteer security guards who were not very convenient to go back and forth, very close to the venue, small and broken, and there were many people from all over the world who came to participate in the Canton Fair.

Because he had dinner with his parents before, he came back the latest, so he occupied a room alone.

Just as he was about to go to bed, he received a call from Zhang Poisoned Milk.

"Teacher Pan slapped me...... She said that she would not tell the school this time, saying that people must be able to control themselves before they are called people. Zhang Dunai said on the other side of the phone: "Jiang Che, I want to drop out." ”

“…… No, you don't. ”

"I don't have the face to read, I, I want to go to Liao Dunshi and Tong Yang and find a job. ”

"But you're not like them, you're not suitable. Jiang Che said: "And although you are very wrong in this matter, you will not drop out of school... It is not easy for you to be admitted to university, and I believe that Mr. Pan also means this. In addition, if you are afraid, you can just collect your heart and study hard. ”

"I ......"

"It's nothing good for you, mine, make some mistakes in adolescence, the consequences are just like this, it's already good. ”

Jiang Che enlightened the poisonous milk classmate with a sanctimonious attitude and a life mentor, hung up the phone, and said:

"Damn, it's too violent...... The sincerity is too violent. ”

"Sure enough, it's still wilting, and it's the most violent. ”

"When it comes to the Internet age, there are fewer such things...... Sure enough, it's better to be blocked. ”