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"give."

The porcelain bowl with **** soup was delivered to the woman.

Lin Lang's head was covered with a dark brown thick soft towel, covering half of her small face, which looked particularly lovable. She seemed to be distracted, her eyes were out of focus, and as soon as she heard the sound, she sighed "oh" and reached for the porcelain bowl.

It touched the back of a warm and generous hand.

She was stunned for a few beats and reacted. She didn't remove her hand for the first time, but looked up at her face.

Mr. Shen gave Lin Lang a towel as soon as he entered the door, urging her to take a hot bath, and after she washed her hair out, Mr. Shen brought the **** soup out, and the whole process was orderly, as if it was arranged on time. .

Lin Lang noticed that he only took off his wet coat, but the clothes on his body were not changed. The light-colored shirt was stained with water, and the outline of the chest was thinly outlined. He folded his cuffs neatly, revealing an older watch.

Mr. Shen's appearance is unremarkable, and he belongs to the facial features that look amazing at first glance and look more and more beautiful. However, his hands are very beautiful, and his fingers are long and thin, like the bamboo bones, which are tall and strong.

When Lin Lang's hand was attached to the back of his hand, Mr. Shen remained calm and said calmly, "Just done, it's hot, don't touch it."

Mr. Shen turned to the kitchen and brought her a small spoon.

"Go to bed after drinking."

The tone of the beak is not allowed.

He picked up his coat, the corner of the coat was still dripping with water, and Mr. Shen did not raise his eyebrows. He hung it on his arm at random, and said to Lin Lang, "I have taken leave with the director. I do n’t have to go to the set, I just stare. "

Lin Lang nodded.

After Mr. Shen acted neatly and conveyed the necessary information, he quickly left Linlang's residence and got into his car without dragging his feet halfway.

The moment before stepping on the accelerator, the man's figure was slightly stagnant.

Rarely, he rubbed his eyebrows.

"Still say ..."

Shen Zhou, not quite like you today.

It's too impulsive.

He turned the old man upside down.

Mr. Shen's chest was shallow and heaved a long breath.

He bent down and found a box of tobacco from the black storage grid. He is not good at this, but at some point, he has to admit that this thing does have a little bit of intoxication.

Mr. Shen opened the cigarette case, shivered and bit out a cigarette.

I lit the fire several times, and the lighter rang loudly, but it was not lit.

He shook his hand.

Mr. Shen thought, forget it, the death penalty is not far away anyway, and now it is just struggling and dying.

He pushed the cigarette butts back into the box and glanced at the light upstairs again.

The car drove towards the chaotic night and disappeared.

At three o'clock in the morning, Mr. Shen returned to his apartment. When he finished his shower, his pointer fell at four. He unscrewed the desk lamp, carefully read the script, and determined the current shooting trends. He leaned on a cup of coffee and stayed at seven.

In my heart, Mr. Shen washed the coffee cup, took a cold shower, and put on his clothes and rushed to the studio.

"Brother Shen, early!"

"Brother Shen is here, has breakfast?"

"Brother Shen came early!"

Along the way, the staff greeted each other with a slightly restrained look.

In front of outsiders, Mr. Shen's temperament tends to be pure and clear. As a teacher for several years, there is always a seemingly indifferent atmosphere of Yan Shi.

"Lin Lang is all right?"

The director fiddled with the photographic equipment while chatting with Mr. Shen.

"It's a bit feverish. It should be fine for a few days of rest." Mr. Shen returned. "In case, I have made an appointment with a female doctor to see her. I should be able to know her situation later."

The director grunted, "Shen Zhou, you really treat her as a daughter."

Mr. Shen corrected, "It is Shen Buzhou."

The director waved his hand, "Lao Tzu is used to it and can't change it. Besides, the name Shen Zhou is catchy, you have to put a word in it, it's awkward."

"My pleasure."

The director choked.

The skill of this surnamed Shen has improved again.

He and Mr. Shen are university classmates, or revolutionary comrades in bunkers.

In their dormitory, there lived school grass and class grass, but Mr. Shen was the most popular. This man is a **** of learning, born with a scholarly spirit, at first glance is the kind of professor of the Republic of China, reserved and subtle, gentle and decent.

Mr. Shen was not interested in love. The freshman revealed his extraordinary mathematical talent and was directly asked by a professor to do experiments in the past. This situation was rare at the time. Unless it is "absolutely excellent", freshman students are basically seldom eligible to participate in such confidential level national projects.

Research projects and published works have become the focus of Mr. Shen's university life.

The boys in the dormitory agreed that Mr. Shen would not have eaten fireworks in his life and could directly rise to immortality.

Who would have thought of hitting the face so fast.

Because of a request from the teacher, Mr. Shen promised to be a tutor and give a girl a tuition in elementary school math.

At that time, the dormitory was still very upset, and felt that the professor's overkill wasted Mr. Shen's extraordinary talent.

As a result, Mr. Shen went--

Fucking life and death will not come back.

Then, under the distressed eyes of the professor, the man gave up studying and giving up, and went to a private school to become an ordinary math teacher.

No one knows why.

The director doesn't know why.

Probably genius is always different from ordinary people, and the ideas are also very willful.

Mr. Shen is a master of emotions and hides so well.

Just like now, the director can't figure out a big son, Mr. Shen Jia, how could he not think of being a little assistant? He remembered that Mr. Shen was not interested in performance and entertainment.

"But when it comes to my daughter—" the director stared, "Shen Zhou, you are thirty-six this year, not sixteen or twenty-six. Should you get married? You take the initiative and the children can make soy sauce ! "

The director also broke the heart of a Chinese cabbage for his friends.

He has a good relationship with everyone in the Shen family, especially Mother Shen. If he came to the door, Mother Shen would have to look after him every time to inquire about his son's recent movements.

"Not in a hurry." Mr. Shen was very calm. "The fertility of men has nothing to do with age."

The director almost spit out old blood.

Mr. Shen's explanation reveals a contempt of a crushed IQ.

Could it be a pleasant chat?

In this way, you have come and gone several times, and the director finally failed in Mr. Shen's invulnerability, invulnerability, and work in vain.

Everyone was relieved today.

I don't know why. The director became so good today.

The atmosphere on the set was strange and harmonious.

The director thought, if Mr. Shen had weaknesses, it would be nice.

At this time, Mr. Shen's weakness was panicking and looking at him.

She tugged at the corners of her clothes with her hands intertwined and was about to take them off, revealing a thin, soft waist. The belly is snow-white, like the plump little skin of Tangyuan, and a small orb is embedded in the shallow nest in the middle.

"Sorry."

"Boom--"

Mr. Shen closed the door blankly.

Sure enough, it's still careless.

He thought that the person was still lying, and wanted her to get up and drink some porridge, but did not expect to encounter such an embarrassing scene.

"Me, I can."

A small voice came from the crack of the door.

He was so sensitive to emotions that he heard a little cowardice.

In the end, there is still a point.

Once he said it, he knew there would be such a day.

He thought that in her eyes, she should not be a trusted teacher or a reliable subordinate, but a man who has been lurking around her for 16 years.

but--

It was true to hit the south wall.

It ’s true not to turn back.

But what's the use?

Useless.

Don't like it just don't like it.

She can fall in love with a little hairy child at first sight, but she won't grow in love because of his company.

The most unreasonable thing in this world is love.

Even if he had a smart and good brain, he was helpless. This is not a mathematical issue, he cannot use formulas to estimate, budget, and then test out the most perfect answer.

An inaudible sigh suffocated in his throat, and Mr. Shen's voice was as usual as usual, "I brought some porridge, and if you are hungry, eat out."

Lin Lang yelled and opened the door.

In the living room, Mr. Shen tore the packaging bag and took out the porridge box and put it on the table.

He bought it in a small porridge shop she often visited, and specifically told the boss not to put onions. For so many years, he knew only one person's habits.

The sofas in the living room were placed face to face, Lin Lang was sitting on the other side, his head down, without looking at him from beginning to end.

"I am sorry."

A male voice broke the dull deadlock first.

Lin Lang bit her lip corner and pressed out a deep red mark.

"You are not sorry for me."

Mr. Shen shook his head.

"From a legal point of view, I have a misconception about an underage girl, even if I have not committed a crime, but I did move some undesirable love thoughts. And, from a practical perspective, I should be considered Perverted, because of my own selfishness, thinking of seeing you all the time, I went to be your teacher. "

His purpose as a teacher was impure, and she felt normal to be afraid.

"I'm sorry, without permission ..."

Mr. Shen rubbed his cuffs.

"love at first sight."

After the talk, the atmosphere fell into an unspeakable stagnation.

Mr. Shen was silent for a moment, and pulled out a letter from his pocket. It was a wooden brown, with a simple elegance, just like his own style.

"This is my letter of resignation, and the liquidated damages are also there. You have time to see. If there is no problem, I will leave at the end of this month."

He pointed at the envelope with two fingers, his tone was ordinary.

"Leave? Where are you going?"

Lin Lang put down the spoon, showing a little cramp.

Mr. Shen gave her a deep look.

Just as the clouds lighted up, for a moment, the surging thoughts converged cleanly.

"I don't know where to go. It should be as far away from you as possible."

He raised his hand and gently pinched the frame with his thumb and middle finger.

The fine hair slipped tiredly from it.

Without the blocking of the lens, the sharpness and sharpness in the man's eyes were instantly revealed, and the air was filled with a sense of oppression.

He breathed for a long time, and said quietly, "The present Shen Buzhou is a piece to you □□, maybe for a long time, you will treat me with anxiety and wonder if I have the idea of ​​being sad and mad. Long time ago In this tight situation, your spirit will not only become weak, but your body may cause some problems. "

This is not the end of a little girl he likes to bear.

"But, there is one thing, I hope you understand."

Mr. Shen has a light breath, like a quiet wind blowing across his ears.

"My liking is just liking it. I have passed the most vigorous puberty period, and I will not be like a child. I must get your answer before you give up. You can do what you want, do n’t do it, or you better forget it. . "

He paused and said, "I'm fine."

He knows, always knows.

There are not many wishful thinking.

More in this world, he is like this, wishful thinking, hitting one end to death, unstoppable.

Then, it won't last forever.

He admits his fate.

It has been recognized for sixteen years, and it is not bad for this life.