When I woke up, I felt as if I had a strange dream last night, in which a foxy woman held my face, gentle as water, whispered softly in my ear, and I even smelled her charming fragrance.

Ay? In my dream, I seemed to be kissed by her.

I subconsciously touched my face and sighed.

It's like a spring dream, without a trace.

It's also that I've been single for too long, and I've started to have this kind of dream.

But when I thought of Shen Lingyu in the bedroom, I was suddenly a little surprised, the fox demon fell into a scholar's dream at night? This is the plot of "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", this dream is too good, she stayed overnight, and the fox demon broke into my dream, which is amazing.

Pu Songling, although you and I are both down-and-out scholars, I haven't failed the imperial examination like you, and I haven't been lifted in my life, my brother is a strong man, and the plot of your "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" is not suitable for me.

I finished washing up and made a few omelettes, because there were eggs left at home, there was no movement in the bedroom, Shen Lingyu should not have gotten up yet, she had long-term insomnia, and she did not develop the routine of office workers.

I gently opened the bedroom door, and the room was drowsy, and I looked at the person on the bed and gasped!

Shen Lingyu was lying on her side on the bed with her back to me, the quilt was only covering her waist, her long burgundy wavy hair hung down under her body, and her snow-white jade back was directly exposed in front of my eyes.

, so refreshing early in the morning.

Jade back, waist socket, butterfly bones, three beauty marks, but I have seen it all on Shen Lingyu alone, her delicate figure makes men want to conquer under him when they see it.

The person on the bed was still asleep, steady breathing and no sign of waking up, I swept the chair next to the bed, on which hung Shen Lingyu's red hip skirt and lace two-piece suit, she was actually sleeping naked!

I wiped it, I couldn't look at it anymore, it was dry and irritable, and if I looked at it again, the nosebleed would squirt out.

I closed the door gently, not wanting to wake her up.

When I arrived at the coffee shop, I hadn't been to work for almost a week, and I suddenly felt fulfilled after a morning of work.

This person can't be idle and have nothing to do.

When you have nothing to do, you want to eat, when you eat, you are full, when you are full, you want to drink water, when you drink some water, you feel supported, and when you are full, you come to support.

All the idle and well-fed will always be said together, because there is a causal relationship between them.

At noon, Shen Lingyu called me, listening to the sound as if she had just gotten up, and slept until noon, she had insomnia again last night?

"Have you had lunch?"

"I just finished delivering a takeaway, and I haven't eaten it yet."

"Oh, then you can wait for me in the store."

With that, she hung up the phone.

Kindness?

What does this mean? Am I waiting for you after eating?

Today was Saturday, and I gave Xuanxuan a day off, sat in her office, and called Diane to remind her to eat.

Just as I was thinking about whether I should eat, Shen Lingyu came to the store, and she walked into the office with lunch in her hand.

"Invite me to dinner?"

I stared blankly at the two dishes on the table, spicy shrimp, sweet and sour pork ribs, one sweet and one spicy, all of which are my favorite flavors.

How could Shen Lingyu know? Coincidental?

The two of us sat on the couch and had lunch together, she sat close to me, which is not how the boss and employees eat.

"Eat more ribs, it's good for you."

She sandwiched a piece of ribs for me, and her tone seemed to be caring, but I couldn't refuse.

I found that every time I came into contact with her, she wouldn't allow me to refuse, the steak at the hospital, the climb to Tearstone Mountain, last night's stay, today's lunch.

"Boss, did you sleep well last night?"

After eating, I took the initiative to clean up the table.

"Well, you slept very comfortably, your house was so empty, didn't the landlord rent it out?"

Shen Lingyu sat on the sofa, holding her chin with her hand, and lifted Erlang's legs, her posture was sultry and feminine.

"The landlord gave me the right to rent a house, the rent of the house is high, there are not many people who ask, there have been a few small couples to rent before, how can I be a single dog who can be stimulated by them every day, I was directly refused, anyway, a quiet life, not in a hurry to find a tenant."

"Don't you just want to find a beautiful woman to share a room, where are those excuses?"

She gave me a white look, more like a discharge, her slender legs overlapped, and her short skirt was just the right amount of short, blocking the mysterious scenery and making people want to wear it.

I smiled at her, I didn't deny it, compared to several other girls, Shen Lingyu is more mature and feminine, she understands the minds of men, they are all adults, I don't need to quibble.

"Do you have time next weekend, go out with me."

Her tone is demanding rather than inquiring, and is it not to be refused?

I told her that she might not have time, but she only replied, called me when the time came, and walked out of the office to her private bedroom.

In the afternoon, I went out to deliver a takeaway, I rode slowly on campus, and on weekends, students either went out to play or stayed in the dormitory, and there were not many people on the road, but I unexpectedly met Director He.

He was plainly dressed, with metal glasses, and dressed like an intellectual, much like a teacher of the older generation. I took the initiative to greet him, and I had some respect in my heart, because he was very good at calligraphy.

"Young man, if you're not busy, why don't you come to my house and sit down?"

He spoke in a kind tone and offered an invitation, and I readily agreed, hoping to see his calligraphy.

Along the way, the two of us chatted, he talked elegantly, everywhere revealing the style of an old scholar, the little scholar met the old scholar, and we chatted for two days without a generation gap.

Director He lives in a community near the school, and the buildings in the community look a little old and the environment is quiet.

Entering the house, I felt a burst of quaint atmosphere, the furniture in the house is basically wood, simple and elegant, there are a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, the paper is very new, it should be his own recent calligraphy and painting hung out, too much like a reader's home, or a taste of the reader.

"It's rare to meet a young man who knows calligraphy, I see that you are not very old, why didn't you persevere?"

He poured me a cup of tea.

"Back then, it was a hobby, and I put it down after learning for a while, but Director He's calligraphy is too admirable."

I pointed to the calligraphy on the wall, the font is free and unrestrained, Director He is a very ambitious person in his heart.

Aspiring people only do university directors, but they can't?

"The director's family is alone?"

When others are middle-aged, their families don't look like they have families.

"I'm ashamed to say that no matter how much I study, I'm just a teacher, I can't make much money, I prefer useless calligraphy, I'm poor and sour to middle age, my career is unsuccessful, and my wife divorces me."

His tone was self-deprecating, no matter how high his calligraphy attainments were, he couldn't escape life.

As soon as I opened my mouth, I asked about the sore spots, and I apologized again and again.

"In today's world, there is no use for scholars."

A cultural person is doing university administrative work, and I can see the helplessness on Director He's face. Just like those ancient literati, they were full of economic prosperity and had no ambition.

Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and none of them are scholars.

There are thousands of professions in the world, and the only one that is useless is a scholar, and Director He is full of self-deprecation for himself because of his unsuccessful career and unhappy marriage.

In a helpless tone, I heard a bit of frustration in middle age.

"There is no use in the world, there is no dispute, holding a book and smiling."

I jokingly redefined the scholar.

"Hahaha, young people are so open-minded and free-spirited, they are ashamed of themselves."

Director He smiled heartily and unabashedly appreciated.

I smiled modestly at him, he recalled the experience of learning calligraphy when he was young, and took me into his study to visit, the study smelled of ink, and there was a large text panel hanging on the wall, which read: Ten Thousand Books Yulou.

The font is dignified and majestic, and the charm is super easy, this is Han Li.

It's very pleasant to read, and it feels a little familiar, which ancient poem should have been mentioned, and the knowledge is mixed, and I can't remember it for a while.

In the lower right corner of the text panel is the name of the writer, He Qiuhong.

Zhi is better than Qiuhong, Director He's name is very atmospheric, like a name in the Republic of China era.

But Zhibi Qiuhong has no ambition, and his life does not follow his name.

I talked with Director He for a long time in the study, and when I left, he also gave me a roll of rice paper and a set of pen and ink, but I politely declined, I said goodbye to this thing for too long, and I was not in the mood to write.