Severe Emotional Cleanliness Mutual Aid Group

Chapter 69

When Xie Lan led his little niece into the office, he was in a daze.

But he can't let people see his ignorance, because he wants to leave a brilliant image of a parent to the teacher.So he deliberately put on a sinister and confused smile, straightened his back, his figure was hale and hearty, and his steps were resolute. Although it was a bluff, it still calmed him down a lot until——

"Xie Lan, you have the same hands and feet." The little niece reminded her in a low voice, feeling ashamed.

Xie Lan lowered his head and looked, it wasn't so, so the old man blushed slightly, clenched his fist with one hand, covered his mouth with a cough, and quickly changed over.

When Xie Lan was in elementary school, he would be a big scumbag, a naughty ghost in the eyes of the teacher, and a bad element in the eyes of his classmates. In fact, he didn't do anything harmful, but his grades were just bad.Because of this incident, his parents were often summoned by teachers of various subjects to drink tea. After six years, his grades did not improve at all, but his father's tea tasting ability had a qualitative leap. Tea craftsmanship and tea quality are well known.The math teacher used too much tea, the Chinese teacher didn't like to wash the teapot, the English teacher loved Pu'er the most, and the natural science teacher always drank overnight tea.

But now, he Xie Lan, a handsome young man who has been involved in the foundation for a long time, has been summoned and won the honor of being bestowed with tea by the soul engineer himself. His inner feelings are not uncomplicated.

The one who summoned him was the Chinese teacher of his little niece, who looked about thirty years old, with his hair tied in a bun behind his head, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, looking fair and elegant. The only drawback was that his face was a bit long, like a mule. Like a horse and like a donkey.

Seeing Xie Lan, the teacher slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, and said solemnly, "Are you Wang Wen's parent?"

Xie Lan hurriedly said: "I'm his uncle. His parents have something to deal with recently, so let me take care of it."

The teacher nodded and pointed to the bench beside the table, "Sit."

Xie Lan sat down, but the teacher ignored him and just sorted out the documents on the table.Xie Lan saw that the teacher's face was serious and majestic, and for a moment he recalled the fear of being dominated by the teachers in elementary school. A little cold sweat could not help but ooze from his forehead, his waist was straight, his legs were close together, and his hands were neat. Moment was placed on his lap, compared with the calm little niece beside him, it was hard to tell who was invited to be the parent.

Seeing that Xie Lan was nervous, the teacher greeted him, "Wang Wen's uncle, right? Don't be nervous. I called you here just to understand Wang Wen's daily state of mind at home. By the way, I don't know what to call you?"

Xie Lan hurriedly said: "My surname is Xie, you can call me Xiao Xie, teacher, what's your surname?"

Teacher Lu pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled and said, "My surname is Lu, please call me Teacher Lu."

Xie Lan was taken aback for a moment, thinking that there is still a pictogram in the name, so he blurted out, "Mr. Lv?"

Teacher Lu: "... Lu."

Xie Lan was like a ghost hitting a wall, and asked again: "Donkey?"

Teacher Lu: "Lu."

Xie Lan: "Donkey? Has this surname?"

Teacher Lu's forehead twitched, but she still explained politely, "Lu, double-mouthed Lu."

Xie Lan realized that he had made an own mistake, and immediately made up for it: "Good name!"

Teacher Lu: "..."

The little niece laughed beside her, like a leaking balloon, and Xie Lan gave her a nonchalant glance.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, Xie Lan was about to find a topic to brighten the atmosphere, but Teacher Lu spoke first.

She put a test paper in front of Xie Lan, and clicked on one of the big red crosses, "Look at this."

Xie Lan looked down and saw that it was an ancient poem to fill in the blanks.It was printed with "One hat to conquer the dust, stay with you and follow you." Two horizontal lines were left at the back, and on it were the ugly pencil words of the little niece, "If you go, don't even think about coming back !", followed by the title of the poem and the name of the author, "Dian Jiang Lips. Nalan Xingde".

Xie Lan: "..."

Seeing that Xie Lan had finished reading, Teacher Lu said, "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to write the test paper. The purpose of the test is not only the score, but also to check for omissions and fill in the gaps. I didn't write it out this time. I will recite it a few times later. , of course there will be no more problems next time. But scribbling on the test paper is a bad attitude and a disrespect for study and exams. Secondly, the sentence written by Wang Wen seems a bit extreme and irritable. This I hope that parents will pay attention to this problem, and strengthen the ideological guidance of children on weekdays, so as not to let him be led astray by those vulgar pop cultures on the Internet."

Xie Lan nodded quickly, and criticized his niece and daughter, "If you can't write, you can't write. Do you know that you can't doodle on the paper? You usually read more books at home, and don't hold your ipad all day long!" Speaking of getting up, he blew a calf, "Your uncle, I will have my lips back when I was four years old, and I don't expect you to have the same photographic memory as me, but..."

Teacher Lu couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted him, "Jiang."

Xie Lan didn't react, "Huh?"

Teacher Lu gave full play to her true qualities as a Chinese teacher, and explained: "Jiang, j—i—ang—jiang, that word is not pronounced xiang, you take it as a surrender, right?"

Xie Lan: "Yes, I knew I should read Jiang, but I was dazzled for a moment and thought it was Jiang."

Teacher Lu: "Surrender is a polyphonic word, and it can also be pronounced jiang, for example, descending and descending."

Xie Lan: "..."

Teacher Lu: "..."

Xie Lan: "..."

Teacher Lu: "..."

Little niece: "Hahahahahaha..."

Teacher Lu waved his hand majestically at the little niece, who obediently shut up.Teacher Lu stood up, picked up the book lesson plan on the table, and saw off the guest: "Please take this trip, let's talk about this first today, and I won't waste your time. When Wang Wen's parents are done with their work, I still hope they can come to the school in person.”

Then go outside.

Although Xie Lan was so embarrassed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground, he still stubbornly reached out and grabbed Teacher Lu's clothes.

It’s hard to come here, and you must not return empty-handed!

Teacher Lu looked at him suspiciously.

Xie Lan said with difficulty: "Teacher, can you make me a cup of tea?"

Teacher Lu: "..."

Xie Lan finally got the tea he had dreamed of. Holding his little niece in his left hand and a disposable paper cup in his right, he walked towards the school gate.He first looked at the tea in the cup with tears in his eyes for a while, then raised his head and drank it.

But I didn't expect that the taste of this fragrant tea was even more bitter than Coptis chinensis.

Xie Lan made another puff, and sprayed them all out.

The little niece quickly hid three feet away, pretending not to know the mentally handicapped.

Xie Lan looked at the residual tea all over the floor, and commented as his father had done countless times, "Ms. Lu's tea is a bit too strong."

In an instant, the figure of Lao Xie tasting tea overlapped with Xiao Xie, and time and space also rotated chaotically at this moment.Xie Lan seemed to see his father through the thousands of mountains and rivers in time, and raised his glass to him with a smile.

He burst into tears uncontrollably.

Back home, Xie Lan confiscated his little niece's ipad with an iron fist, and said that it would only be returned after [-]% of the next exam. The door slammed loudly to express her dissatisfaction and anger.Xie Lan also returned to the bedroom, lying on the bed as if exhausted, and buried his face in the pillow.

When Jing Liangqiu came back, he saw that the house was quiet and there was no scene of joy in the past, and he felt very strange.When I went to the bedroom, Xie Lan was lying on the bed alone, the afterglow of the setting sun pierced through the gauze curtain, sprinkled scattered on his body, with shadows interspersed, making it look bright and dark.

Jing Liangqiu threw his suit jacket on the sofa, loosened his tie, walked forward, and lay all over him.

Xie Lan was in the midst of grief and loneliness, when he felt warm all of a sudden, as if covered with a large woolen blanket, he didn't look back, he just fumbled to hold Jing Liangqiu's hand, and intertwined his fingers, his face remained the same. Buried in the pillow, said sullenly: "You are back."

Jing Liangqiu clasped him with one hand, but with the other hand he turned his face away without refusal. Seeing that his eyes were red like peaches, obviously he had been crying, so he leaned over to kiss him, and asked: "What's wrong?"

Xie Lan: "I saw Lao Xie today."

Old Xie was his father's name. When Xie Lan was a teenager, he got seriously ill and passed away.

Jing Liangqiu raised his eyebrows.

Xie Lan said in a low voice, "You don't believe me?"

Jing Liangqiu leaned over to kiss his eyelids: "I believe, how is he now?"

Xie Lan relaxed his neck, allowing him to kiss himself more conveniently, and said softly: "It's pretty good, I haven't seen old age, and my spirit is still good."

Jing Liangqiu said softly, "What did he say?"

Xie Lan: "I didn't say anything, just smiled at me and raised my teacup."

Jing Liangqiu smiled and said, "Is he still drinking tea?"

Xie Lan smiled and said, "Yes, I'm still drinking."

After a while, he said again in a low voice: "It is estimated that no one will make a bath for him."

Jing Liangqiu: "...we'll serve him a cup of tea later."

Xie Lan: "Yes."

Jing Liangqiu stroked his eyelids with his fingers, then put his head on the pillow and rubbed against his face.

Xie Lan said with a smile: "If he sees you, he will definitely like you very much."

Jing Liangqiu: "You won't beat me up?"

Xie Lan: "No, he must like you very much."

After a while, Xie Lan said again, "Do you think he will be proud of me?"

Jing Liangqiu held his hand tightly, "Yes."

Xie Lan: "Liangqiu, sleep with me for a while."

Jing Liangqiu rolled over from his back, hugged him in his arms, rubbed his chin against the top of his head, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Outside the house, the peaks and ridges are gathered together, Lin Tao is like anger, the setting sun is fading little by little, and the evening bell is faintly heard from a distance.

Xie Lan leaned closer to Jingliangqiu's arms, and said ravingly, "Will we be together forever?"

Jing Liangqiu smiled, "It's farther than that thing."

Xie Lan fell asleep peacefully.