Cheng Mo walked off the bus with a black schoolbag on his back, and most people always think that the big guys who still take the bus with assets of more than 100 million yuan are putting on a show, so Cheng Mo can tell you: No. Of course, he can also choose to take a taxi, but there happened to be an empty 202 passing in front of him, and he naturally got on the bus, as long as there are seats on the bus, it is actually much more comfortable than a taxi.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the streets were empty, there were no people, the shops along the road were closed with glass doors, and they looked lifeless, and the sun-basking people could not open their eyes, and even the shadows that looked cool were weak like small beasts shrunk into a ball.

Cheng Mo glanced at Mr. Shen's apartment from a distance, the eye-catching black window lattice seemed to be a deep pupil, it was really hard to believe that the gentle and elegant Teacher Shen would like such cold colors, maybe everyone has another side that is difficult for others to peep into.

Including yourself.

Cheng Mo walked through the empty long street, the most difficult summer for him in the past was not so difficult to bear, Cheng Mo guessed that it was the result of the body having been strengthened, he touched the sweat on his forehead, and his whole hand was wet in an instant, if he wanted to change it to before, he would definitely feel dizzy if he left so much sweat, but today, he felt refreshed....

"To solve Shen Mengjie's matter, go for a physical examination. Cheng Mo walked into the elevator and looked at the shadow in the mirror stainless steel that didn't seem so weak.

When he arrived at the door of Mr. Shen's house, Cheng Mo unloaded the schoolbag on his back, and then knocked on the door gently and rhythmically, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone, and soon a soft voice came from inside: "It's here." ”

It's like a gummy wrapped in juice.

The dark brown security door opened, and Teacher Shen, who was holding a pair of chopsticks around an apron, appeared in front of Cheng Mo's eyes, her long hair was tied in a braid, hanging down her tall chest along her slender and white neck, and the simple retro hemp dress was embroidered with a cluster of ink-like roses, and the sunlight outside the corridor tilted on her face, and the blazing flames turned into softness.

It was difficult for Cheng Mo to accurately describe what a literary and artistic girl should be like, but now he finally has an understanding, probably like Mr. Shen, the poet's pen, growing in the distance, timeless and flawless jasmine....

"What's the matter? Do you think that today's dress is not appropriate? There is a suspicion of pretending to be tender?" Shen Youyi asked with a chuckle, the sweet smile overflowing from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, like not so intoxicating rice wine.

Cheng Mo came back to his senses, "No, it's suitable." If Sister Xi dressed up like this to go to class, it would definitely cause a sensation. ”

"Yo! I haven't seen you for more than a month, not only have I grown taller, but my mouth has also become sweeter!" Shen Youyi took Cheng Mo's slippers and put them on the black carpet at the door, and there were two white rabbits on the blue plastic slippers, which looked cute like women's slippers.

Cheng Mo had a warm current surging in his heart, he took off his canvas shoes, put on his slippers, and bent down to put the canvas shoes neatly on the wall. Cheng Mo straightened up and asked a little puzzled, "Have you grown taller?"

"Yes! Grow taller!" Shen Youyi stretched out his hand and compared the top of Bi Chengmo's head, and then compared himself to himself, "You used to be about the same height as me, but now you are a little taller than me! Not bad! Keep growing, strive to grow to one meter and eight ......"

Cheng Mo didn't care about his height, but now he feels that it is good for him to be able to grow to 1.8 meters, because women always think that strong men will have a sense of security, and more specifically, this strength can be power, money and violence.

Women always care more about security than men, so you see that women always think of men who are domineering presidents.

"I don't know what kind of man Mr. Shen will like. This thought flashed through Cheng Mo's mind, and in a blink of an eye, he secretly laughed at his boredom in his heart. Just as he had wondered why his mother liked his father, this hidden question would never be answered, and he had heard that childbirth was the highest level of pain, so why not kill him?

Why endure this kind of pain? This seems to be good for everyone, he thinks that his mother will still be a little worried about him when she leaves, otherwise he will not take all the photo albums with him, and only a few photos with his father are left, and Cheng Mo guesses that there are only a few photos taken by his father in his life!

"You sit down for a while, I'll still cook..... Just now, I was boiling pork ribs and stewing radish..... "Shen Youyi walked into the living room.

"Wait, Sister Xi!" Cheng Mo opened the zipper of his backpack and took out a beautifully packaged box from it, with a beautiful bow tied on the pink gift paper, he handed the box to Shen Youyi, "This is the glass pen I bought in Italy.....

"Glass pen?" Shen Youyi took it with some surprise, "Can you take it apart?"

Cheng Mo nodded.

Shen Youyi put the chopsticks on the edge of the coffee table, wiped his hands with his apron, carefully untied the bow, and tore open the gift paper, inside was a rectangular black cardboard box with gilded Italian: Bortoletti.

Shen Youyi opened the box, and there was a slender dark purple glass pen inside, and at the bottom of the crystal glass pen barrel like a starry sky, there was also a circle of carved copper sheets, a strong European gorgeous retro style, and the beauty was quite amazing.

Shen Youyi sighed: "Italians are really full of talent in art....."

Cheng Mo watched Shen Youyi take the pen out of the box, his expression was amazed, and his heart was also slightly satisfied, he realized for the first time that giving was also a kind of happiness, he said softly: "The Italians have shown us the unprecedented wonders of literature, art and elegance that they have created..... Probably every Italian is born with a penchant for freedom, rebellion, and glitz..... Of course, they are also happy about sex and violence, they live quite classically, and most Italians think and perceive things in the way of Ovid (note 1)...."

When it comes to sex and Ovid, Cheng Mo's expression is not unusual, even if the beautiful woman in front of him is his teacher, he doesn't feel that it is inappropriate to discuss these topics that are somewhat taboo for Chinese people, and he has no evil thoughts, so he naturally has nothing to say.

But Shen Youyi is not as calm and indifferent as Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo grew up chatting with his father about various taboo topics since he was a child, and he knew that what he talked about with his father was shocking to ordinary people, so just now he was very restrained and simply mentioned a word and a name, but Cheng Mo ignored that Shen Youyi grew up in a scholarly family, and unlike him who grew up with a Western-style education, Shen Youyi is more closed and traditional than ordinary people.

Therefore, Shen Youyi's face suddenly turned red, like a gorgeous sunset in summer.

She didn't even dare to look at Cheng Mo's face, pretended to cough violently a few times, hid the truth of her blushing, avoided the topic of "sex and Ovid", and said seriously: "Cheng Mo didn't expect you to understand girls so well.....! I also bought two glass pens from Kawanishi Glass, and there is a flowing beauty in the texture of the pen body, which is completely different from the retro beauty of Bortoletti...."

In fact, Shen Youyi was thinking in his heart: "It's a shame, I'm actually timid in front of a student!"

Cheng Mo looked at Shen Youyi's somewhat shy face, and said thoughtfully: "I looked beautiful, and I thought that your handwriting was very good, so I bought it..."

Shen Youyi put the pen back in the box, covered the box again, and rested it on the coffee table, "Thank you so much for being so kind, it should be quite expensive, right?"

Cheng Mo shook his head, "It's not expensive..... However, it was very troublesome to bring it back, and I was afraid that it would be broken by the violent airport porter in the box, so I wrapped two circles of sponge and put it in the middle of my clothes. ”

Shen Youyi smiled and picked up the chopsticks on the coffee table, "It seems that we need to open a small stove this semester..... You sit on the sofa for a while, there are drinks and water in the fridge, and I continue to cook...."Shen Youyi looked up at the white wooden clock hanging on the wall, and said, "It will be served at about twelve o'clock." ”

Shen Youyi turned around and walked into the kitchen, Cheng Mo sat on the soft sofa, he looked at the sunny outside the window and made people not want to go out, he thought that if it was a stormy weather today, it would be very good, the wind outside the window was howling, and the wind and rain were blowing in the room, and the wind and rain washed the walls of the tall building.

He sat on the rocking chair on the balcony and looked at a book of quiet ancient songs on the speaker, the refrigerator was stuffed with fruits and drinks, and Mr. Shen was in the kitchen.

The wind and rain outside are non-stop, the indoor lights are dim, and there are steaming three or two side dishes on the table, and a bowl of soft and glutinous sweet rice.....

The small house is isolated from the scorching sun and wind and rain, like a bunker, like a fortress.

That's probably what it tastes like.

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Chatting about European news in a relaxed and happy way, after eating, Cheng Mo helped Shen Youyi clean up the table, it was not the first time, so the two of them cooperated very skillfully, and when Shen Youyi finished washing the dishes and returned to the living room, she had already taken off her apron, and her body line was even more winding and rugged.

"I'll invite you to the movies in the afternoon?" Shen Youyi took out half of a watermelon sealed with plastic wrap from the refrigerator.

"I probably won't be able to go. Cheng Mo knew that he had to break this heartwarming scene.

"Why are you okay in the afternoon?" Shen Youyi put the watermelon in the stainless steel tray, picked up the fruit knife that was shining with silver light, and began to slice it neatly with a bent waist.

"Actually, I'm looking for you, there is another thing....." Cheng Mo watched the braids swaying gently in the air, the sunlight outside the window kissing her cheeks, as if sprinkled with gold dust, exuding a fluttering light, and that faint smile, like the spring light of the revival of all things, he regretted a little that he was going to throw this troublesome thing to Teacher Shen.

"One more thing?..... It can't be that there is any change in his condition, right?" Seeing that Cheng Mo's expression was a little serious, Shen Youyi stopped cutting watermelon, his face changed, and he asked anxiously.

Cheng Mo shook his head, "It has nothing to do with me, it has something to do with Shen Mengjie..."