After a few puffs, he took it away, and Jiang sometimes had no hands to take the cigarette.

"You have a wound on your body, quit smoking."

"I quit a long time ago, and today it was an accident."

Zhou Chen's mobile phone rang, and he took the mobile phone to answer.

Jiang sometimes watched the cigarette he had smoked being held to his lips, his scalp was tingling, his heart was itching, and he recalled the kiss just now.

Damn's heart is beating so fast that it's going to die!

……

Zhou Chen answered a phone call and was about to leave, before going out to see her sitting on the carpet, he hesitated, walked over and squatted down to look at her, and said, "I have something to go back to school, can you do it alone?" ”

"I can take care of myself, you go ahead."

"Jiang sometimes." He called her name, and she looked into his Rumo eyes and grinned: "Zhou Chen, I'm not a child. ”

Then he said, "Call me for something." ”

She didn't pester him, and said cheerfully: "Let's go, let's go." ”

……

The five teaching buildings in Wuzhong were cordoned off, and the large pool of blood downstairs proved that there were really students who had accidents here in the afternoon.

The night was heavy, like a thousand pounds.

Zhou Chen smoked a cigarette and returned to the office, a teaching building separated from the fifth building, the big exam was approaching, and the teachers were working overtime in the office, the invisible pressure was enveloped in his heart, and even the air was extremely heavy.

There is a female teacher in the office who is watching the news of the students of Wu Middle School falling from the building this afternoon.

Seeing Zhou Chen coming back, he immediately turned off the video, and his eyes glancing at Zhou Chen were a little more intriguing.

"Teacher Zhou, didn't you go home to rest?"

Zhou Chen's student jumped off the building, and it didn't take long for an ambulance and police to come, and he left after he was busy in the hospital, and the student who had the accident was the head of his class.

Zhou Chen snorted and didn't say much.

The colleagues he worked with knew his silent personality of not talking much, but when such a big thing happened, he seemed to be like no one, what should he do, no waves.

I thought I had pity on the child's family.

Zhou Chen sat in the office for a while, flipped through the student's previous homework, and left the office not long after. The gaze projected from all directions, he didn't care.

As soon as he left, the otherwise quiet office immediately resounded with discussions.

"I heard that the student who jumped off the building secretly wrote a love letter to Teacher Zhou in private......"

"It's true that girls of this age are full of fantasies, but this week the teacher has been single and not married, is it ......" The second half of the words were not spoken, and several people knew it.

"I see how he explains to the parents of the students......"

……

Zhou Chen went back to the teaching building and looked around, the blood stains on the ground were still there, like a shackle firmly clutching his throat, the wind was strong at night, blowing the fine short hair on his forehead, he turned around, raised his legs and walked outside the school gate.

I met Lin Lan at the school gate.

She is also a teacher in Wuzhong, when the student had an accident, she took half a day off and was not at school, and other teachers called to tell her that the student in Zhou Chen's class had an accident, she immediately rushed back from home, and called his mobile phone all the way without answering.

"Zhou Chen, let's talk."

Lin Lan is a few years younger than him, a woman's golden age has passed, and no matter how much maintenance she usually has, she can't cover the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, she looked at the handsome man in front of her, the night was quiet, the street lights were scattered, and there was a momentary illusion that she saw the unrest in his eyes.

Zhou Chen approached and looked at her, his tone was flat: "What?" ”

"That's not your fault, don't worry." There was such a big incident, and she didn't know how to comfort him.

Zhou Chen didn't speak, took the cigarette case out, glanced at her, and said, "I smoke a cigarette?" ”

The tone is inquiry.

"Well, I don't mind."

Zhou Chen lit a cigarette and said lightly: "Lin Lan, don't waste time on me." ”