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51、丁香

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　　Due to the severity of the epidemic, schools are choosing online teaching. Many shops and restaurants are closed, and white-collar workers in office buildings and migrant workers are also unemployed. But Mrs. Meng has to work overtime more frequently than ever.
　　The next semester, MengYi and MengHuan so spent at home. They will be promoted to senior three in September. In order to the college entrance examination, the class time of senior three students is different from senior one and senior two, so the teaching building of Ming De Middle School is a certain distance away from the building of senior two.
　　At the beginning of the school year, Han\'s parents let her daughter carry two boxes of crabs to thank the history teacher. A semester of online teaching has made many students\' achievements like sailing against the current, but Han Jiaying is able to swim, and the ranking is soaring. Mr and Mrs Han know that it is all thanks to Mr Lan. Su Shan Linhai, meat fat paste red crab is not rare, but the crab can be installed in the gift box Han mother Han Fu speechless.
　　Han Jiaying came to LanBi apartment, clivia is not. Lan Bi saw her, full of surprise, \"your mother called me to come over, unexpectedly, come to you.\"
　　\"Mother said, by the teacher is me, I should come to thank the teacher face to face.\"
　　\"Teach people and tireless, it is the duty of teachers, teachers, where students need to thank.\" Lan Bi took the crab and said with a smile, \"I was thinking of the autumn crab, and you sent it to me. In the words of Li Yishan, it is\' the heart is connected. \'\" This sentence is like throwing stones to the calm lake, \"Pa,\" not loud, but steep enough.
　　In the blue teacher Chi Chen\'s retention, Han Jiaying sat down at the table. She looked around. The living room was bright and clean, and the flow counter in the open kitchen felt cool, smooth and comfortable, unlike her home, which was firmly covered with a thick layer of dirt no matter how hard it was scrubbed. As if the use of many years of old-fashioned chopping board, black paste a layer, force a scraping, you can scrape out a mass mixed with meat fat sawdust \"gray Mi.\"
　　The oil tank of the lampblack machine is empty, the stainless steel surface is bright as silver, and the seasoning pots are neatly placed together. The tall and straight Lan Bi stood in front of the stream to deal with the crabs, and every move was pleasing to the eye. Han Jiaying had an illusion that they had worked together for years.
　　The steamed crab and the warm yellow wine were brought over. Han Jiaying quickly got up and wanted to take it, but Lan Bi hid it. It was hot, I came, he said.
　　On the table, red crab, yellow wine, brown chopsticks. Crab is cold, can not be greedy, especially girls, to drink a little more wine to warm the stomach. Lan Bi\'s voice seemed to come from a distant place, vaguely visible, some not quite clear.
　　In the bedroom, the red is the girl, yellow is the lamp, brown is the rope. In the dim light, teacher Lan came towards Han Jiaying with a rope. Who is he? Her eyes were out of focus, and her consciousness was lax, but she saw the ferocious facial features from the blurred people\'s faces.
　　In bed, the red is the virgin blood, the yellow is the body fluid, the brown is scattered on the occipital long hair. Coat, gauze skirt, socks, thin corset, small underwear, from the top to the bottom, from the outside to the inside, Miss Lan took off her clothes one by one and threw them on the ground at will. The teacher separated her legs, and the soft and sparse grass slightly obscured the pale pink stamens below, giving people the mystery of holding the pipa half covering the shy face. The eyes of the springs that are not yet running water are slightly open, and the crevice of the valley is very narrow and unfathomable. In the thorny labyrinth of the Garden of Eden, the forbidden fruit on the tree of wisdom looks so sweet and seductive to pick that even the children of God cannot resist temptation, not to mention him?
　　The teacher skillfully bypassed her body with a rope, tie a flat knot here, and tie a double knot there. The legs should be separated, the hands should be tied up, and the two soft marshmallows should be exposed and squeezed together. Here is another cross knot, there is a double connection, fragile neck to tie a living knot, dying fish is the most beautiful.
　　In the gloom, she felt a pair of sweaty big hands touching her, where they passed, leaving a mouthwatering stench and greasy. She was like a roller coaster in the playground, with people crashing into her body.
　　In this world, there is such a delightful place. Once again, Mr. Lan sighed at the greatness of the Creator, creating a warm, humid place to accommodate his desire to spray out nowhere. Han Jiaying\'s lips wriggled feebly and made a slight voice: \"No, no, no.\" Mr. Lan automatically translated them into Japanese, and he was even more excited. Sweat dripped from the hair, scratched his forehead, blurred his line of sight, and in a trance, he seemed to see Meng Yi, the wet face as wet as the newborn calf. He was released violently.
　　Han Jiaying woke up first with vision, and the black ceiling as dirty as the manhole cover broke into her sight. Then smell, hearing, pain also woke up one after another. The tip of the nose haunts a trace of smell, there is no doubt that the slight snoring in the ear belongs to the man, the body covered by the quilt is naked, the sticky liquid is still on her body, do not need to see, but also know how lewd the scene.
　　Delicious crabs, warm rice wine and heavy breathing sound, memory a little bit back. Sex, to a man, to a man, to a woman, to a woman, no doubt, she has lost it. Han Jiaying cried. The girl\'s love is always romantic and beautiful, it only lives in fantasy. The romantic love, which begins on a sunny day, begins with holding hands, hugs the best parts, and ends with kisses in the sunset. They only pursue a moment of throbbing, never imagine the future. But for men, kissing is just the beginning, just a prelude to the storm.
　　The low sobs that were suppressed or woke up Mr. Lan, little bitch, pretending to come to a man\'s house dressed like that, just waiting to be raped? A bitch is a bitch!
　　\"I\'m sorry, Jia Ying.\" Lan Bi pillow in the arm, looked up at the ceiling. “I couldn\'t resist. As a man, I can\'t help it. Jiaying, you know what?I told myself countless times, we are teachers and students, I should not fall in love with you, but, Jia Ying I can not do it.”
　　The sobs stopped. Han turned and looked at the teacher. \"Jia ying, in fact, from the first time I saw you, you have firmly rooted in my heart.\" Yes, he remembered. At first, he chose her as his class representative because he thought her face was familiar. It was not until he saw her red eyes that he remembered the humble, timid girl in the restaurant.Han Jiaying did not think of the teacher really remember themselves, for the teacher, she always just look up, the teacher\'s every time down to find, enough for her joy for a long time.
　　“Jia Ying, in love with you on the road, you can blame me go too fast, go too quickly, go far, but you can not blame me on this road. You see all this is not so bad, beauty is innocent, love is also innocent, their fruit is naturally innocent, not only innocent, or sweet. I know I am rude, I strong and I take advantage of the danger, but this is the way I love you, if, even these are to blame, what I should take to love you. I can\'t stand the pain of losing you, so I choose to have you despicably. ”
　　\"Teacher, will you marry me?\" Han Jiaying asked gently. Then said, \"It does not matter, the teacher does not owe me anything.\" To be liked by the person you like is lucky, how can you expect to spend a lifetime with him? Isn\'t that too greedy?
　　“Love is mostly unsuccessful, either suffering from boredom, or suffering from the sorrow of not being able to get married. But Jia Ying, do you know why most couples in the world can grow old together? Because there is no love between them. They regard each other as cold symbols, like cogs in a machine, mass production, who and who can bite perfectly, mechanically rotating. The conversation between them is to communicate rather than to share, and the giving is a transaction rather than a thought, Even the death of the lingering xingai is also in the routine, the family line, they firmly linked together is the law, responsibility, reality, but not love.Jia Ying, I do not want us to become like that, and I hope I give you a warm love, a complete heart, a real me. In my eyes, you are not a wife, mother, partner in any role, you\'re my lover. I hope that we are together, not because of the secular had to marry will, but because of pure love. Can you understand that? ”
　　After returning home, in the face of her mother\'s inquiry, Han Jiaying replied that the teacher gave her some textbook content in advance. Mrs. Han listened, to her later must remember the teacher\'s words, do not live up to the painstaking teacher. She nodded, really want to remember, she remembered before leaving the teacher with his eyes full of tenderness watching her and said: \"Jia ying, you are the best teacher\'s day gift I have ever received.\"