Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

The northern sky is very hot in summer, and the sun in August seems to be close to your stove, making people feel uncomfortable.

Mo Zebei only went to bed late last night. The old-fashioned air conditioner in her room broke down, and the one in her father’s bedroom could not be used. In addition, living on a high floor, under the continuous enthusiasm of the hot sun, the interior was like It is a closed steamer, even at night, it is still sultry, the effect of taking a bath is not good, and the whole body will still be sweaty after a while.

In the second half of the night, she couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the blindfold and got up to the lounge chair on the balcony, opened the glass window, and occasionally night breeze would come in through the flimsy screen window, setting off a bit of coolness.

Although it was still hot, it was much more comfortable than in the bedroom. Finally, she closed her eyes on the recliner, and she didn't know when she fell asleep. In short, she was able to fall asleep.

There are mosquitoes on the balcony, but she has a special physique and generally does not provoke these things, so she sleeps fairly well.

The morning light failed to disturb her sleep, and the black blindfold silently blocked her from the dazzling light. She was still asleep, still very sweet.

Only after 8/9 o'clock, the sky began to heat up again, a thin layer of sweat leaked from the tip of her nose, and there was also a little sticky liquid on her forehead...

She stretched out her hand and slowly pulled off the blindfold on her face, closing her eyes to feel the light and scenery outside, and finally slowly opened her eyes, turned her head and looked to the upper right. The sky was bright outside, and the air was still shining. smell.

After a few seconds, she got up and went to wash in the small bathroom. After she came out, she put her ponytail on, and touched the phone and went downstairs.

Her family lives on the eighth floor, which is also the top floor. This building is an old-fashioned residential building. It is in some ages. It has outdated facilities and no elevator. It depends on two legs to go up and down every day.

It's time for school summer vacation, and she is the only one at home.

Her parents divorced when she was three years old, and her mother went away with a wealthy businessman on the second day of the divorce, and never came back. Over the years, she has been living with her father Mo Lin, an elementary school teacher who is loyal and kind, although she is reluctant to speak. Whenever the school is on winter and summer vacations, he always goes to nearby nursing homes and some orphanages as volunteers or volunteers. Sometimes he also goes to some distant places. Especially in the past two years, Zebei has been able to take care of himself. So I let my heart go further, and I don’t go home very much during summer vacation. I live there, but I call Zebei every day. Sooner or later, the content of the call is basically repetitive: up or down? what did you eat? What time did you sleep? Be careful to close the doors and windows at night... there are very few other things.

After descending the last stairs and just out of the unit door, a bell rang from the pocket of Zebei’s shorts. She kicked her slippers and walked out, while touching the phone in her pocket, without even glancing at it, she opened it with feeling. The screen answered the phone.

"Well," my father called and asked her if she was up. She should finish, "Now I'm going to have breakfast."

Mo Lin asked her again what time she slept last night, she said the time to go to bed, she said nothing about waking up to the balcony at night, nor did she mention the air conditioner broken, and then she hung up the phone.

She went to the wonton shop she used to go to, ordered a big bowl of wontons, put the chili water and vinegar and stirred it for a few times, and ate it with her head down.

Since she got the impression, this store has been opened here. It has been more than ten years. It is an old store. It tastes good, and it is cheap and affordable. Everyone loves to patronize. The customers are people from nearby communities. Very familiar with each other.

People who come here to eat when they see Mo Zebei know that this is the daughter of the Mo family, but they rarely talk to her for no reason. This Nizi doesn't care much about people, just like his Laozi, who doesn't talk much.

After eating the wontons and paying the money, Mo Zebei went straight to the supermarket opposite. The air conditioner at home was broken. In this hot day, I had to find a way to cool it down. Usually when his father was there, if the air conditioner was broken, he would always be patient to find someone to repair it. Mo Zebei was too troublesome to call someone to his house. Moreover, this is an old machine for many years. Even if it is repaired, the effect is not very good. , Just buy a fan this time, so I don’t have to toss back and forth.

I went to the supermarket and bought a small row fan, and bought a watermelon. This season, her favorite fruit is watermelon, which is sweet and thirst quenching.

With the watermelon in the left hand and the row fan in the right hand, Yanyayaya climbed to the eighth floor again, and when she reached the door of her house, she was already sweating forehead. It was not that she was physically weak, but the weather was really too hot.

Putting the thing on the ground, Mo Zebei took out the key to open the door, entered the door, carried the things in a few places, she went to the bathroom to take a shower without being stunned, and went out the door, her body was slimy. Yes, it's very uncomfortable.

Coming out of the bathroom, she was refreshed. She pulled the long cords in the bedroom to the side, energized the fan, then turned to the kitchen to wash the watermelon, cut it in the fruit tray, and took it out and folded it back.

She was sitting on the blanket next to the little couple, eating watermelon while blowing the wind, with a relaxed expression.

After a few pieces of watermelon, she went back to the bedroom with a fan, and nothing else, she was just blowing the wind to read free books and comics, and slept again at noon. The room was still hot, but it was okay with the fan. Bear.

About two or three in the afternoon, she was woken up by the ringing of her cell phone.

At this time, my father would not usually call her. She touched the phone and glanced at the screen. It was Zhou Ruoxin, one of her young girls.

She, Zhou Ruoxin and Meng Yuanhao grew up together in this old residential building. The three of them had close homes and went to school together. They had a good relationship, but when they graduated from elementary school, Zhou Ruoxin and Meng Yuanhao both moved there. A new city on the neighboring side. However, the distance between the old residential building and the new city is not very far. It takes only 40 minutes to ride a bicycle. Moreover, the three middle and high schools are all in the same school. Although they no longer live together, they are not far apart. They will also have lunch and dinner together.

Zhou Ruoxin called her and invited her to have dinner at home, as it did in the past, especially when Father Mo was not at home. Mo Zebei sometimes goes and sometimes doesn't, it's hard to tell.

"Not going anymore," she rolled over a little, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her fingers, "it's hot today, I don't bother to move."

"I'll pick you up." Zhou Ruoxin said as she got up from the bed and stepped on her slippers to find clothes.

Mo Zebei’s house only had bicycles. After riding for about forty minutes, Zhou Ruoxin wanted to pick her up on an electric bike. There were a few times in the past. When Mo Zebei said that she couldn’t come to eat, she secretly Pick up people in the past.

Hearing this, Mo Zebei got up and turned off the fan, opened the curtains and looked out the window: "I'll go there by myself."

"Well," Zhou Ruoxin rummaged through her clothes, and smiled, "Mom bought your favorite fish."

"knew."

Mo Zebei loves fish, but he doesn't like picking fish bones, and Father Mo is not good at making fish, so she rarely eats fish when she is at home.

However, when I go to Zhou Ruoxin's house for dinner, I can often eat fish. Her mother can make fish and has good craftsmanship. She also likes the fish bones that are soft and tender.

She changed into shorts and wore light-weight trousers with a casual style, with a white T on her upper body. She also wore canvas shoes for the convenience of riding a bicycle.

It's hot, she wears a high ponytail, but when it's not hot, she basically has this hairstyle, a bit like a swordsman in ancient times, and the few strands of hair flowing in the wind on both sides of her forehead add a little rusty feeling to her.

She is tall and thin, with white skin and three-dimensional features. She is quite eye-catching in the crowd, but she doesn’t talk much, and she feels a bit cold. Coupled with her long and narrow and raised eyebrows, inexplicably, it will let you People think she is proud.

She is cold and arrogant, this is the first impression many people have of her.

But she was really not close. For so many years, there were only two people around her who were close to each other back and forth, one was Zhou Ruoxin, the other was Meng Yuanhao, and nothing else.

It took more than forty minutes, and finally it was time. On such a hot day, Mo Zebei was sweating on the back of his neck, and his clothes were wet, clinging to his back.

Zhou Ruoxin was waiting for her at the gate of the community with a sun umbrella, and when she saw her coming, she grumbled helplessly at her, and then handed her the tissue in her hand: "You don't want to ask you to come here by bus." She didn't want to be herself. I went to pick her up, and didn't want to take the bus, so I had to suffer in this weather.

Mo Zebei took the tissue, wiped his sweat, and asked casually: "You didn't go to make up class today?"

"Well," Zhou Ruoxin walked side by side with her, moving the sun umbrella toward her, "the teacher has an urgent matter at home, so I took a day off temporarily."

Mo Zebei nodded lightly, indicating that he knew it.

They start their third year in high school. Zhou Ruoxin and Meng Yuanhao will make up lessons during the winter and summer vacations starting from the second year of the junior high school. Mo Zebei never goes to make up classes. Her grades are generally acceptable, but they are not good, especially in English. She has never passed the exam. She herself is not very interested in English. Will care more, let alone care about it.

As soon as he walked in, there was a chill, Zhou Ruoxin's house was very air-conditioned.

After changing her shoes, Zhou Ruoxin took Mo Zebei to the kitchen to greet her mother.

"Auntie." Mo Zebei went in and called out.

"Zebei is here," Mother Zhou turned around and smiled back to her, "Hurry up and stay in Xiaoxin's room. There is heavy oily smoke here."

"Yeah." After Mo Zebei responded, Zhou Ruoxin took her out. When she left, Zhou Ruoxin also took two tomatoes that her mother had just washed.

The two of them went to Zhou Ruoxin's bedroom, which was decorated in pale pink and warm yellow, which made people feel warm and comfortable.

As soon as they sat down, the mobile phone in Mo Zebei's pocket rang again, it was Meng Yuanhao's phone.

"I want to order the family bucket in the afternoon, are you coming?" He and Zhou Ruoxin are in a cram school, and they don't have to go to class today.

"I'm here in Ruoxin," Mo Zebei squatted to eat tomatoes by the trash can, so that the juice would not flow on the ground, "I will eat at her house in the evening."

"Huh?" Meng Yuanhao got up when he heard the words, jumped off the bed, "Wait for me, I'll go over immediately."

Mo Zebei was accustomed to his reaction, put his mobile phone in his pocket, and said lightly to Zhou Ruoxin: "Yuan Hao will come over in a while."

"Tsk," Zhou Ruoxin snorted after hearing it, "and no one invited him."

Mo Zebei didn't answer, and continued to lower his head to eat tomatoes, and got up to wash his hands after eating.

Meng Yuanhao’s home is very close to Zhou Ruoxin’s home, a complex of one building, and the others will arrive in a few minutes...

After greeting Zhou's mother, he came to the bedroom.

"You are so eccentric," Meng Yuanhao curled his lips at Zhou Ruoxin. "Every time you ask Zebei to come to your house for dinner, you never call me."

"Don't call you, aren't you here too?" Does this cheeky still need to be called by others? Zhou Ruoxin rolled his eyes back at him.

Mo Zebei, who returned from washing his hands, did not participate in the dispute between the two of them. He took a magazine on one side and sat on the low stool beside Zhou Ruoxin's bed and looked at it.

"I want to eat tomatoes too," Meng Yuanhao glanced at the tomato in Zhou Ruoxin's hand, "Go get one for me."

"You have no hands?"

"This is your home."

"Oh, do you know it's my house now?"

Meng Yuanhao tried to say something after stalking his neck, Zhou Ruoxin directly stuffed the tomato in her hand to Mo Zebei: "You ate it."

Mo Zebei didn't give in, and squatted to the trash can with tomatoes and magazines, eating and watching, and then went to wash his hands after eating.

Meng Yuanhao was so annoyed by Zhou Ruoxin’s actions that he took off his shoes and threw himself on Zhou Ruoxin’s bed. He rolled, kicked, and kicked violently. How could Zhou Ruoxin allow him to do this. He took out the short bamboo sticks on the desk and beat him. People are in a mess.

After Mo Zebei came back after washing his hands, he sat in a corner quietly to prevent these two messy people from spreading to her pond fish...