After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Yu Qingtang was not good at words, especially in the face of so much love, he didn't know what to do, so he had no choice but to refuse.

Yu Qingtang didn't eat much. After he was full, he insisted on eating a few pieces of meat. He put one hand on his stomach under the table, his brows tightened almost imperceptibly, and he slowly exhaled.

In the end, Li Lan said, "Everyone eat their own food and let Teacher Yu take a break."

After Yan Bi, she took the initiative to put down the public chopsticks, and played a good role in taking the lead. Everyone followed the example and focused on the bowl in front of them.

When a few adolescent girls get together at dinner, it is like ten thousand ducks, and they will talk endlessly when the chatterbox is opened.

The chats between the classmates were not like the ones that Yu Qingtang had come into contact with when he was an adult. There was a lot of attention to the dinner table. Even the teachers and the same family had to be respectful and respectful. When you go out and serve the table, you must go through the process first, so that you can tell the two and a half of your sincerity, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Regardless of this, the students sat and chatted, their mouths turned red from eating, and their faces and ears were also rosy due to the heat. All they talked about were the joys and troubles of this age.

There is a new milk tea shop on XX Street, the latest learning progress, which brand of stationery is easy to use, secretly playing games on the computer at home was discovered by my parents, favorite stars, variety shows I’m chasing, new movies to be released next week, society hot topic. Of course, there is also the indispensable... Pure campus romance, don't talk about your class, only gossip about other classes or strangers you don't know.

Lian Yabing said, "I once saw a couple walking in the wind and rain corridor in the middle of the evening self-study class, holding hands and interlocking their fingers."

The art committee member bowed his head to eat meat, and immediately raised his head to glance at her alertly when he heard the words: "It's only ten minutes between classes in the evening self-study, what are you doing on the Wind and Rain Corridor?"

Lian Yabing said confidently: "I like eating dog food, can't I? Go there to watch young couples. Who doesn't know that the promenade of wind and rain is a holy place for couples to date, and no couple is innocent when a dog dies!"

The art committee member said, "It is recommended that you bring the dean with you next time. Once you catch one, you will be called to the office to be named and criticized."

Life Committee Hahaha: "It's too bad."

There is no express prohibition of puppy love in No. 1 Middle School, but domestic customs and traditions are always discouraged.

Yu Qingtang's heart moved, the promenade of wind and rain, was it where Cheng Zhanxi took him last time? It turned out to be a dating place for couples.

She suddenly gave birth to such an emotion, and after the emotion was over, she felt that she was really inexplicable.

Gossip is human nature.

The students' love topic turned into a tacit chuckle and winked at each other.

"Who has a crush?"

"Is there anything we're talking about? It's time to admit that it's lenient and resisting strictness." Lian Yabing held a pair of chopsticks in one hand, and pointed the tip of the chopsticks at everyone present.

Everyone looks different, most of them are watching the excitement, some have erratic eyes, and at first glance, they have something in their hearts.

Li Lan coughed lightly.

Everyone cast their gazes, their eyes were sharp, and they coaxed in unison: "Wow, you!" Is there a situation?

Li Lan looked at Yu Qingtang, who had never said a word, with a sense of existence close to non-existence. His voice was low and nervous: "Mr. Yu."

Yu Qingtang raised her eyelids: "Well."

The students who were too happy to forget that the head teacher was still present: "..."

The air froze for a second.

Lian Yabing laughed dryly, and put the raised chopsticks into the last plate of beef balls, and changed the subject lamely: "When was this ball here, I haven't seen it before."

…

After eating the hot pot, a group of high school students waited at the door, while Yu Qingtang settled the bill at the front desk.

The students did not spend much, and they ate a local cheap hot pot, which was good and cheap, and they were all girls. In addition, Yu Qingtang and nine people only ate a few hundred yuan.

Yu Qingtang collected the receipt, and when she came out, she saw that there was one missing person, and asked, "Where's Li Lan?"

A classmate said: "The monitor has something to do, let's wait for her here for a few minutes."

Yu Qingtang: "...Okay."

She didn't know how to get along with this group of students. Everyone knew her character more or less, and she was very considerate to chat with her instead of rushing to chat with her.

Yu Qingtang felt a tinge of nervousness strangely, and the slender knuckles in the pockets of the trench coat twitched.

A few minutes later, Li Lan came back with a cup of milk tea in his hand, a super large cup.

"Mr. Yu, we invited you." Li Lan put the milk tea in her hand.

Yu Qingtang didn't even have a chance to refuse, Li Lan had already let go of his hands, took two steps back, raised his face and said with a smile: "We are going home, let's part here, goodbye teacher."

Others also said, "Bye bye Teacher Yu."

Yu Qingtang stood on the side of the road holding warm milk tea, and replied slowly, "...bye."

The classmates looked back at her when they walked out of the distance, Yu Qingtang had to stand still.

A few minutes later, Yu Qingtang, who was sitting in the bus, looked down at the oversized cup of bubble tea on her lap, her eyelashes slowly blinking.

She took a photo and sent it to Cheng Zhanxi.

Cheng Zhanxi was probably painting and didn't reply in time. When Yu Qingtang arrived at her grandmother's house in the old city, she stepped into the courtyard door, and the phone in her pocket vibrated.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Don't you like eating pearls? [surprise]

[Yu Qingtang]: given by students

[Cheng Zhanxi]: So are you showing off to me? [Brumbling.jpg]

Show off?

Yu Qingtang was even more confused. Since she was separated from the students, her whole mind was in a mess. As for why she took pictures of Cheng Zhanxi, it probably stemmed from her trust in her, and I hoped to get an answer from her.

[Yu Qingtang]: Showing off what?

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Showing off that you are more popular than me, Mr. Yu, only I invited them to drink milk tea, not if they invited me to drink [Life is not easy, Cheng Miao sighs.gif]

It's this animal ear emoji again, I don't know if she will be cuter than the emoji when she wears it.

Yu Qingtang's thoughts strayed for a second, before Fang thought seriously about what Cheng Zhanxi said.

Did you think so?

Before she could think about the answer, Cheng Zhanxi came in with another message.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: If I buy milk tea for you, you don't like it and you don't need it. When a student buys milk tea for you, you even drink the pearls you don't like. Isn't this differential treatment too obvious? Is it that I, Cheng Chengzi, are not worthy of your favor?

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Does this have to be compared?

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I'm jealous

When Yu Qingtang saw this news, her heart suddenly moved slightly, and a strangely soft emotion surged up, making her whole body seem to be soaking in hot spring water, giving birth to a different kind of pity.

Cheng Zhanxi leaned against the tree trunk on the mountain and puffed out his cheeks.

She wasn't just talking, she was just jealous, but Yu Qingtang probably wouldn't say anything nice to coax her, and could only digest it by herself.

At this moment, news of Yu Qingtang jumped out, and Cheng Zhanxi's eyes widened.

Yu Qingtang: [We both eat together every day]

The implication is that we are both so close, we don't need to worry about such trivial matters with the students.

Regardless of whether Yu Qingtang meant it or not, Cheng Zhanxi understood it!

Cheng Zhanxi immediately smiled.

She typed: [Then I will also invite you to drink milk tea after I go back]

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Teacher Cheng is actually an acrobat, right? The best way to do it is to climb.

The corners of Yu Qingtang's lips were slightly upturned, and he replied: [Come back and talk about it, I'm going to take a nap]

Anyway, there are very few things that she insists on doing that she can really refuse, and Yu Qingtang already has a preliminary understanding.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Go to sleep, you have eaten a round before going to bed, I am still starving

Yu Qingtang remembered the soiled rice ball, and while it was funny, a hint of guilt flashed in her heart, but she didn't send any more messages, she really had to rest, she was full and sleepy. Today, she was very full and very sleepy. I almost fell asleep last night, and it's even better to disturb the busy Cheng Zhanxi blindly.

Cheng Zhanxi on the mountain waited for two minutes, didn't see her reply again, sent a "good afternoon" emoji, put the phone back in the backpack, and sat in front of the easel again.

In the distance of her easel are scattered villages. Pieces of farmland have experienced the autumn harvest, withered and yellow straws everywhere, grains piled into mountains, and the paddy fields are golden under the sun, forming a plain and warm rural picture.

Yu Qingtang took a shower, put on pajamas and lay in bed, and closed his eyes relaxedly.

…

Cheng Zhanxi didn't go back to the city on Saturday night, but stayed at a farmhouse at the foot of the mountain and fell asleep listening to the sound of insects. On Sunday, I rushed into the village early and continued to sketch.

The young and middle-aged people in the village went to the city to work, and most of the people who left behind were the elderly and children. The folk customs were simple and they spoke the local dialect. Cheng Zhanxi's car was parked at the entrance of the village, and he walked in with his easel and tools on his back. The children playing on the roadside looked at her with black eyes, full of curiosity.

Wherever Cheng Zhanxi goes, they follow.

Some children ran away screaming, and went to the house by the road and the pond below the village to shout to adults, and the whole village became lively.

Cheng Zhanxi stopped by the creek. The water was crystal clear and covered with pebbles. She put down the easel and tools, squatted by the creek and poured the cool water on her face. He frowned in relief.

The only one who was left with her along the way, a three- or four-year-old little boy staggered and walked to the stream. Cheng Zhanxi picked up the child's collar, lifted her aside, and said gently, "Little one. Children are not allowed to play in the water."

She asked again, "Where do you live? I'll take you back to find the adults."

The little one called out in a low voice, "Sister."

According to her age, she should be called Auntie, but Cheng Zhanxi did not correct her name and accepted it with peace of mind.

She repeated the question.

Xiao Budian tilted his head and said, "I don't want to go home, I want to play outside."

Cheng Zhanxi had no choice but to say, "Okay, then you are not allowed to play in the water, the water is very dangerous."

Little nodded again and again.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't eat breakfast at the farmhouse, but packed a few breads and a box of biscuits in her backpack. She sat on the slate by the stream, took out the bread, and tore a small piece into her mouth.

Little Budian drooled, and the bib tied in front of him was soaking wet.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said, "Hungry? Didn't you have breakfast?"

Little Budian said in a milky voice, "Grandma won't give it to you."

"Why?"

"I threw the bowl, and the breakfast was gone." Little Budian grimaced, really cute.

Cheng Zhanxi gave her half of the bread.

Xiao Budian reached out to pick it up, the two dirty little black claws, Cheng Zhanxi retracted his hand and said, "Wait a minute, wash your hands first."

She put her things down and took her to the stream to wash her hands. Cheng Zhanxi grabbed her back collar with one hand to prevent her from falling.

In a short while, a four or five-year-old boy led an old man dressed as a peasant woman over and pointed in Cheng Zhanxi's direction: "Third grandma, there!"

Cheng Zhanxi turned around when he heard the sound.

The old woman rushed over, grabbed Xiao Budian from Cheng Zhanxi's hand, and brought it behind her. After seeing Cheng Zhanxi's dress and appearance, she relaxed and said in unfamiliar Mandarin: " Hello."

Cheng Zhanxi said politely: "Hello." She pointed to the easel next to her, and introduced herself, "I am a painter, I came here to shoot and sketch."

She held out her right hand in a friendly manner.

The old woman wiped her hands on her clothes and shook hands with her.

The grandmother went back and taught her granddaughter, in the local dialect. Cheng Zhanxi didn't understand, she guessed it was to educate her not to run around with strangers, but she thought that the little girl was very interesting. The grown-up's heart melted when she saw it, how could she be willing to say heavy words and blame her?

Sure enough, after grandma said a few words, she couldn't help laughing, stretched her fingers to flick her forehead, and called the little boy next to her: "Look at my sister, don't let her run around again."

After grandma left, the little girl covered her forehead, her face wrinkled into a ball, and she whispered, "It hurts."

Cheng Zhanxi lowered his head and secretly sent a message to Yu Qingtang with his mobile phone.

【Mr. Yu, I found someone who is very similar to you】

Yu Qingtang came back with a question mark.

Cheng Zhanxi: [It's a three-year-old child hahaha]

Yu Qingtang: "???"

Is Teacher Cheng crazy?

Cheng Zhanxi didn't say that Yu Qingtang was sometimes just a three-year-old in her eyes. She long-pressed to shoot and sent Yu Qingtang a short video of the secluded valley and Qingtan.

Yu Qingtang's home in the old city, just after breakfast, was doing math problems at the desk in the bedroom on the second floor. The room was empty and quiet. After the video was turned on, the gurgling sound of the creek could be heard. Cobblestone, clear and pure, blowing cool and moist, people yearn for it.

Yu Qingtang put down the pen and replied: [Where have you been? 】

When the words were sent out, she felt that the tone was a little too close and casual, and when she wanted to withdraw, Cheng Zhanxi had already returned in seconds.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Sketching

[Yu Qingtang]: Didn't you mean to go to Xiufeng?

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I went there yesterday. I saw the beautiful scenery here on the top of the mountain, so I came to the village by the way.

Yu Qingtang thought to himself, "Then don't you have your hanging chair?" Did you ask her to play with him?

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Teacher Yu, would you like to come with me next time, as a relaxation after work, the environment is really good, the air is much cleaner than the city, and there are lovely children playing

Holding the phone, Yu Qingtang opened the video and watched it again.

...have to admit that she was moved.

Yu Qingtang sighed silently, why is everything around Teacher Cheng so attractive?

Yu Qingtang bit her lip, but in the end she couldn't say her rejection firmly, leaving room to turn around: [Let's talk about it when you have time]

She was still thinking about the little friend Cheng Zhanxi said that looked like her, but Cheng Zhanxi replied to her: [I'm busy, alright]

Yu Qingtang: "…"

Cheng Zhanxi still gave the half of the bread to the little girl, and she painted in Linxi without any distractions.

After the little girl finished eating, she stood obediently behind her, and when her legs became numb, she bent down to beat her with her small fists, and rested on the stone slab next to her, without making any noise or making a fuss.

At lunch time, grandma came to bring the little girl home for dinner. She raised her face and said something to Cheng Zhanxi, who was sitting on the stone slab eating bread and drinking mineral water.

Cheng Zhanxi: "???"

Grandma pointed at her, then at the village, and made a gesture of eating.

Cheng Zhanxi put away the tools and the painting completed in the morning, and smiled sincerely: "Thank you, grandma."

Grandma's eyes wrinkled with flowers.

After a little lunch, Cheng Zhanxi helped clear the table and was pushed out of the kitchen after trying to help wash the dishes. Cheng Zhanxi leaned lazily at the door, squinting at the sun in the sky, his legs were suddenly touched lightly, the little girl took a children's drawing book, handed it over, and said in a milky voice, "Sister, show it to you. I paint."

Cheng Zhanxi lowered her head and saw the words "Spring Kindergarten" and "Small Class (1) Class" written on the cover, as well as her name written in pencil: Lin Xi.

"Your name is Lin Xi?" Cheng Zhanxi asked her softly.

The little girl nods like garlic.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't leave the village until evening, and stored his mobile phone number in the old man's phone before parting. The smoke from the kitchen rose in every household, the chickens and ducks were returned to their cages, and the children who had been wild for a day were called by their grandparents to go home for dinner.

The fiery clouds in the sky dyed half of the sky red.

Cheng Zhanxi leaned on the locomotive, grinned, took a photo of the sky, and sent a message to Yu Qingtang: [Go back]

The air quality in Sicheng is good, but it is still worse than in the countryside.

Yu Qingtang looked out from the yard, and the sunset glow filled the sky, but it was far less gorgeous than Cheng Zhanxi's photograph.

She watched silently for a while before she fixed her gaze on the text message.

Teacher Cheng, are you going back now?

…

After Yu Qingtang finished dinner, he washed the dishes.

In the living room, the grandparents were watching TV. Fang Wenjiao heard the footsteps coming down from the second floor and turned to look. Yu Qingtang had a bag on her shoulder, dressed as if she was going out.

Fang Wenjiao asked, "Is this going back?"

Yu Qingtang hummed.

Fang Wenjiao: "So early?"

Yu Qingtang didn't change his face and said, "There's still a bit of work to do."

Fang Wenjiao got up and escorted her to the door, saying, "Be careful."

"I know grandma."

Yu Qingtang hurried back, buried her head and walked out of the alley, exhaling softly.

It's not that she hasn't gone back earlier, what is she guilty of?

The bus back to Xincheng was swaying, Yu Qingtang clenched her thin white knuckles, put her back against the bus seat, closed her eyes, and controlled her urge to look at her phone.

hum—

Yu Qingtang opened her eyes, struggled for less than three seconds, and took out the phone from her pocket.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I'm here. When will Teacher Yu come back at night?

Yu Qingtang's heart suddenly beat very fast.

She clenched her hand holding the phone, took a deep breath slowly, made herself feel better, and typed back: [Not sure]

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Okay, I'm in the elevator, I'm exhausted, I'll be paralyzed for a while when I get home

Yu Qingtang thought silently: Did you send me a message as soon as you arrived?

The heartbeat, which had just calmed down a little bit, accelerated again unsatisfactorily.

Cheng Zhanxi broadcasts again in great detail: [I'm at the door, I'm going to take a bath, let me know when you arrive]

Yu Qingtang tilted his head to look out the glass window, and the landmark buildings in the city center had come into view.

She lowered her head and pursed her lips, her fingers tapped twice on the touchscreen keyboard.

[Yu Qingtang]: Well

Ten minutes later, Yu Qingtang came out of the elevator on the 21st floor, looked at the closed door on the right, walked into 2101 and closed the door. Yu Qingtang opened WeChat, and as soon as she clicked on Cheng Zhanxi's dialog box, she felt an inexplicable panic, as if what was sent out was not just a sentence, but something irreversible. She quickly clicked back, left her phone in the living room, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Then go to the study room to prepare lessons.

An hour passed, and neither of the two took the initiative to send messages to each other.

Yu Qingtang began to feel restless. She looked at her phone every few minutes, rubbed her brows, slid away the screen, and the last message lay quietly in the dialog box.

Teacher Cheng will not be surprised, right?

Yu Qingtang made an excuse for herself, and kept persuading herself that she was just to confirm her safety. After doing some long psychological work, after another half an hour, Yu Qingtang stood at the door of 2102, took a breath, and rang the doorbell.

Immediately after that, he took two steps back and stood still with his hands down.

"Ding dong ding dong..."

The crisp doorbell echoed in the living room.

Cheng Zhanxi sat up abruptly from the sofa, his heart beating wildly because of his sudden awakening.

"Ding dong ding dong..."

The doorbell is still ringing, not an illusion.

Cheng Zhanxi pressed her heart uncomfortably, she remembered something, and strode to the door.

The door suddenly opened from the inside, and the bright light made Yu Qingtang close her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi took a step forward and used her height advantage to help her block the lights coming out of the living room.

"Mr. Yu! You're back!"

Cheng Zhanxi turned her back to the light and couldn't see her expression for a while, but she could hear the deep joy in her voice.

Yu Qingtang's original reasons and dialogues were shattered by her simple words, her mind went blank, and she stayed where she was.

"I..." She opened her mouth, barely audible, and in the next second, the rest of the words disappeared in her throat.

Cheng Zhanxi hugged her.

Not the gentle hug from before, but wrapped her arms around her waist, lifted her feet off the ground, put them in front of her, and rubbed them into her arms.

Yu Qingtang froze.

Not only did the body freeze, but the reaction nerves also went out of control, and the mind became even more empty, unable to think about anything.

Cheng Zhanxi took a shower after returning home, with only a thin layer of silk nightdress on her body, Yu Qingtang was not much better than her, long-sleeved cotton pajamas, both of them were in a vacuum state, tightly attached to each other, soft and offset, Strictly fit. The body temperature of each other kept coming in, eroding and blending, the cold became hot, and the hot became hotter, and a thin layer of sticky sweat was almost dripping from the neck.

She opened and closed her lips with difficulty, but her mouth was dry like a dehydrated fish.

The only thing that can be done is to breathe instinctively, to breathe heavily.

The sound of breathing was so loud that it roared in the eardrums, and the heartbeat had long been uncontrollable.

Cheng Zhanxi's hand stroked the woman's thin back, and the slender and white knuckles flexed suddenly, pulling force towards him.

Yu Qingtang couldn't hold back, groaned lowly, and immediately bit her lower lip.

The woman's breathing suddenly became heavier, and the breath on the earlobe was hot.

Yu Qingtang shrank his neck sensitively, but only slightly, it could be said to be dodging, or it could be interpreted as catering.

Cheng Zhanxi found her hand hanging by his side and held the ring around his waist.

Yu Qingtang's knuckles moved slightly, but he did not break free.

She seemed to have returned to the state she was in that night, her consciousness was sluggish, her eyes were blurred, she couldn't understand anything, she just wanted to follow her indulgent instinct and ask for anything.

Cheng Zhanxi was careful and tentatively kissed her auricle.

Silky cheeks.

Tears at the end of the eye.

He bit his chin very skillfully.

Yu Qingtang raised her slender neck back, her long black hair scattered behind her, and her expression forbearance.

Cheng Zhanxi's wet kiss returned to the small and crystal auricle, and he lingered.

Yu Qingtang buried her face deeply into her neck and hooked her back hard.

The sensor light in the corridor automatically dimmed, and Cheng Zhanxi hugged the woman into the door of 2102 and pushed her behind the door.

Cheng Zhanxi gently locked her between his arms and kissed her sympathetically from the forehead to the tip of the nose.

Immediately, she put down a hand that was propped on the door panel, her fingertips gently lifted the woman's chin, and tilted her head to kiss it.