Cheng Mo walked off the bus carrying a black schoolbag. Most people always think that bosses with assets of over 100 million and still taking the bus are just showing off, so Cheng Mo can tell you: No. Of course, he can also choose to take a taxi, but he happened to have one

The empty 202 passed by him, so he naturally got on the bus. As long as there were seats on the bus, it was actually much more comfortable than sitting in a taxi.

It's past ten o'clock in the morning in the summer, and the streets are empty with no one around. The shops along the road have their glass doors closed, giving them a lifeless look. People who are exposed to the sun can't open their eyes. Even those shadows that look cool can't be seen.

He was as weak as a small animal huddled up.

Cheng Mo glanced at Teacher Shen's apartment from a distance. The eye-catching black window panes were like deep pupils. It was hard to believe that the gentle and elegant Teacher Shen would like such cold colors. Maybe everyone has something that is difficult for others to pry into.

The other side.

Including yourself.

Cheng Mo walked through the empty long street. The summer that was the most difficult for him in the past was no longer so unbearable. Cheng Mo guessed that it was because his body had been strengthened. He touched the sweat on his forehead and his whole hand was instantly wet.

, if he had been sweating so much before, he would have felt dizzy, but today, he felt refreshed

"Solve Shen Mengjie's matter and go for a physical examination." Cheng Mo walked into the elevator and thought to himself as he looked at his shadow in the stainless steel mirror, which looked no longer so weak.

Arriving at the door of Teacher Shen's house, Cheng Mo took off the schoolbag on his back, and then knocked on the door gently and rhythmically, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone. Soon, a soft sound came from inside.

: "Here we come."

Like gummies filled with juice.

The dark brown security door opened, and Teacher Shen, wearing an apron and holding a pair of chopsticks, appeared in front of Cheng Mo. Her long hair was tied into a braid, hanging along her slender white neck and on her high chest.

, a simple retro linen dress was embroidered with a cluster of rose flowers that looked like splashes of ink. The sunlight outside the corridor slanted on her face, and the fierceness turned into softness.

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

"What? Do you feel that today's dress is not appropriate? Do you think you are pretending to be young?" Shen Youyi asked with a slight smile, that sweet smile overflowing from the corner of his eyes and eyebrows, like a less intoxicating rice wine.

Cheng Mo came back to his senses, "No, it's very appropriate. If Sister Xi goes to class dressed like this, it will definitely cause a sensation."

"Hey! We haven't seen you for more than a month. Not only have you grown taller, but your mouth has also become sweeter!" Shen Youyi took Cheng Mo's slippers and placed them on the black carpet at the door. There were two white rabbits on the blue plastic slippers.

They're so cute, they look like women's slippers.

Cheng Mo felt warm in his heart. He took off his canvas shoes and put on his slippers, then bent down and placed the canvas shoes neatly by the wall. Cheng Mo straightened up and asked with some confusion: "Have you grown taller?

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"Yes! You've grown taller!" Shen Youyi stretched out his hand and touched the top of Cheng Mo's head and then his own, "You used to be about the same height as me, but now you're a little taller than me! Not bad! Come on! Keep growing,

Try to grow to 1.8 meters"

Cheng Mo originally didn't care about his height, but now he feels that it would be great if he could grow to 1.8 meters, because women always think that strong men will feel safe. To be more specific, this kind of strength can be a right.

Money and violence.

Women always care more about security than men, so you see that the objects of women's imagination are always domineering men.

"I wonder what kind of man Teacher Shen would like." This thought flashed through Cheng Mo's mind, and in a blink of an eye he was secretly laughing at his own boredom. Just as he had also wondered why his mother would like him. Like his father, this question hidden deep in his heart will never have an answer. I heard that childbirth is the highest level of pain, so why not abort it?

Why endure this kind of pain? This seems to be good for everyone. He thought that his mother still cared about him to some extent when she left, otherwise she wouldn't have taken away all the photo albums, leaving only a few photos with his father. Cheng Mo guessed that there were only a few photos of his father in his life! In fact, the photo on his work ID had to be used for his portrait.

"You sit down for a moment. I'm still cooking. I was just cooking 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 with a beautiful bow tied on the pink gift paper. He handed the box to Shen Youyi, "This is mine Glass pen bought in Italy”

"Glass pen?" Shen Youyi took it with some surprise, "Can it be taken apart?"

Cheng Mo nodded.

Shen Youyi placed the chopsticks on the edge of the coffee table, wiped his hands with his apron, carefully opened the bow, and tore open the gift paper. Inside was a rectangular black cardboard box with a gilt Italian stamp on it. Text: bortoletti.

Shen Youyi opened the box, and there was a slender dark purple glass pen inside. At the bottom of the glass pen holder, which was as crystal clear as stars, there was also a circle of carved copper sheets. It had a strong European gorgeous retro style, and it was beautiful. Quite stunning.

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

Cheng Mo watched Shen Youyi take the pen out of the box with an amazed expression, and felt a slight sense of satisfaction in his heart. For the first time, he realized that giving was also a kind of happiness. He said softly: " Italians have shown us the unprecedented spectacle of literature, art and elegance they have created. Probably every Italian is born to advocate freedom, rebellion, and glitz. Of course, they are also happy with sex and violence. They live a very classical and generous life. Most Italians think and perceive things in Ovid's way (note 1)"

When talking about sex and Ovid, there was nothing strange about Cheng Mo's expression. Even though the beautiful woman in front of him was his teacher, he didn't think there was anything inappropriate in discussing these taboo topics for Chinese people. Yes, I have no evil thoughts in my heart, so I can't help but say it.

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

Cheng Mo grew up talking to his father about various taboo topics since he was a child. He knew that what he and his father talked about was shocking to ordinary people, so just now he restrained himself and only mentioned a word and a name. However, Cheng Mo ignored that Shen Youyi grew up in a scholarly family. Unlike him who received Western education, Shen Youyi was more closed and traditional than ordinary people.

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

She didn't even dare to look at Cheng Mo's face. She pretended to cough violently a few times to hide the truth of her blush. She avoided the topic of "Sex and Ovid" and said seriously: "Cheng Mo didn't expect you to know so much." Girl! You are really good at choosing gifts. I also bought two glass pens from Sichuan West Glass. There is a flowing beauty in the lines of the pen body, which is completely different from the retro gorgeousness of Bortoletti."

In fact, Shen Youyi was thinking in her heart: "It's so shameful to be so timid in front of a student!"

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

Shen Youyi put the pen back into the box, closed the box and placed it on the coffee table, "Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness. It must be quite expensive, right?"

Cheng Mo shook his head, "It's not expensive, but it's quite troublesome to bring it back. I was worried that it would be smashed by violent airport baggage handlers when I put it in the box, so I wrapped it twice with sponge and put it between my clothes."

Shen Youyi smiled and picked up the chopsticks placed on the coffee table, "It seems that we need to turn on a small stove this semester. You can sit on the sofa for a while. There are drinks and water in the refrigerator. I will continue cooking." Shen Youyi B 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 bright sunshine outside the window, which made people not want to go out. He thought that if it was a stormy day today, the weather would be good. The wind was howling outside the window. As the wind passed by, there was a wild echo in the room, and the strong wind and rain washed the walls of the tall buildings.

He was sitting on the rocking chair on the balcony reading a book, quiet ancient songs were playing on the speakers, the refrigerator was filled with fruits and drinks, and Teacher Shen was in the kitchen.

It's raining outside and the lights inside are dim. On the table are three liang of steaming side dishes and a bowl of soft, glutinous and sweet rice.

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

The taste of home is probably like this.

After chatting about their experiences in Europe in a relaxed and happy manner, after dinner, Cheng Mo helped Shen Youyi clear the table. This was not the first time, so the two of them cooperated very skillfully. When Shen Youyi finished washing the dishes, he returned to the living room. , she has taken off her apron, and her body line looks even more sinuous.

"Shall I invite you to watch a movie this afternoon?" Shen Youyi took out half a piece of watermelon sealed with plastic wrap from the refrigerator.

"Maybe I can't go." Cheng Mo knew that he had to break this warm scene.

"Why are you busy this afternoon?" Shen Youyi put the watermelon on the stainless steel tray, picked up the shining silver fruit knife, bent over and started slicing it quickly.

"Actually, I came to you for another thing." Cheng Mo watched the braid swaying gently in the air. The sunlight outside the window kissed her cheek, as if it was sprinkled with gold powder, emitting an erratic light. , and that faint smile, like the spring light that revives all things, he regretted that he was going to throw this annoying thing to Teacher Shen.

"Another thing? Is there any change in his condition?" Seeing Cheng Mo's serious expression, Shen Youyi stopped cutting the watermelon, his face changed, and he asked anxiously.
Chapter completed!