Liu Xiyue picked up the wine glass and stared at it for a while, and took a big sip.

A girl picks up a wine bottle and fills her glass.

"Liu Xiyue, do you have a boyfriend? A lot of boys ask me. ”

"What did you ask?"

"This is unknown, I want to chase you."

"There it is."

"What for?"

"Teaching."

"Where?"

"In my heart."

A table of people laughed, only Zhu Menfu was silent.

Back at home, there was a letter on the coffee table, and judging from the envelope, it was written by Lan Lingmei.

Liu Xiyue picked up the envelope and pinched it

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, I felt the thickness, happy and inexplicably sad.

"Xiyue, Lan Lingmei is very diligent in writing to you!"

Liu Xiyue was startled and smiled unnaturally.

"Mom, we're good friends."

I went back to my room and opened the envelope, which was full of five pages. Liu Xiyue kissed the letterhead, lay on the bed and leaned her back against the head of the bed to look slowly. Similar to the previous letters, the beginning is still the following:

"Yue'er, I love you, I miss you; Kiss you, kiss your lips, kiss your face, kiss your forehead, kiss your long hair, kiss your ears, kiss your neck,......, kiss your hands; Kiss your waist, kiss your buttocks, kiss your thighs, kiss your calves, kiss your instep, kiss the soles of your feet. ”

"Where's the ellipsis? The scoundrel is cheeky and getting more and more hooligan. ”

Every time Liu Xiyue looked at it, her body reacted as if she had really been kissed by Gao Wutong, and she couldn't help blushing a little when she was in a happy mood, and her body was also hot. These words seem a bit obscene and do not fit his image as a teacher, but Liu Xiyue still likes him to be so frank and straightforward. At the end of the day, it's the man she likes, not his status as a teacher. In turn, he recounted his love and obsession with her and his endless attachment to her in a man's way, and she was happier and more relieved. Thinking of his uncontrollable and backward little movements, she couldn't help but laugh.

It feels good to have someone in my heart who misses him, and that person is also thinking about himself.

Look at each other and smile, you know my heart, I know your mind, that happiness is really indescribable.

She could see through his eyes and his heart. He couldn't be the same.

Being with such a person is not only relaxing, but also indescribably pleasant.

He is not perfect, but he is the most lovable and understands her best.

She wanted to cry, not sadly, but with joy.

In this life, she was so lucky to meet this person.

Gao Wutong said in the letter that he was giving a class to correspondence students for 10 days. Those correspondence students are all women, most of them come from various kindergartens, and they study correspondence courses just to mix up a secondary school diploma, ranging from seventeen or eighteen to forty years old. They don't distinguish between classes and recesses, and they joke with him when they have the opportunity, and they are so presumptuous that they make people blush. Whenever this happens, as long as he thinks about her, his body and mind will be very indifferent. She was his reassurance, and he had nothing else to ask for because he had her in his heart.

"This scoundrel is easy to attract bees and butterflies, but he also confesses."

Gao Wutong had never taken a class for correspondence students before, and thought that correspondence students were similar to current students. He is accustomed to seeing the unified navy blue school group of kindergarten teachers, a slender figure of similar height, and a youthful face. When I walked into the classroom in the first class, I couldn't help but be stunned when I saw the correspondence students dressed in colorful clothes

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After a commotion in the classroom, there was another burst of laughter. During the recess, a forty-year-old correspondence student waved his hand at Gao Wutong and said with a loud smile:

"Teacher Gao, how old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"Married?"

"Nope."

"It's just that I often work without a license." Someone interjected loudly.

"The name is extraordinary, thick and straight." Someone laughed.

The classroom burst into laughter. After the voice calmed down, the woman smiled:

"How about I introduce you to a beautiful woman?"

"No thanks."

"Don't be shy."

"It's a little tender."

“……”

Two days later, after the first class in the afternoon, Gao Wutong wiped the blackboard, went out and poured a glass of boiling water back to the classroom. ”

Gao Wutong looked for a sound, and in the last row of the group near the door, a short-haired woman in her thirties was raising her hand to signal to him. Next to her, against the wall, sat a woman with long hair and a covered face, looking down at a book.

Gao Wutong nodded and walked to the short-haired woman's desk.

"Where's the title? Let me see. ”

The short-haired woman smiled and pointed to the woman next to her who was looking down at a book.

"The subject is her. My little cousin, Song Xianli. ”

"You're kidding again. Let's talk about the topic. ”

The long-haired woman looked up and smiled at Gao Wutong.

"Hello, Mr. Gao! Remember me, right? ”

Gao Wutong was taken aback and stunned in disbelief.

"This world is so small, I didn't expect to meet again."

"Aren't you scared?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"I'm still worried about scaring you."

"Your name is really Song Xianli?"

"Of course."

"You're also a correspondence student?"

"It's not."

"What are you doing?"

"Come and send a thank you note."

Gao Wutong smiled dumbly.

"You're so polite."

"Your sister is so cute, I really want to see her again, introduce us to each other, okay."

"I went home for the holidays. How did you come here? ”

"I come to my cousin to play when I have nothing to do, she often praises you for your jade tree in the wind, graceful, tall and majestic, and rich in books, I feel familiar, so I will verify it. I didn't expect it to be you, but I've lost a little weight, isn't it lovesick? ”

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