Kou has a charming and elegant side, which is that she's especially good at "casting off worries". Of course, this is heaven specially treating her well, always able to shift some other matter to transfer her attention.

  At noon, I had lunch at Hu's house. In the afternoon, I was a little nervous and frightened in the unit until Zheng Jing came to pick her up. This neurosis still has some soullessness. However, it immediately wandered elsewhere. What visceral disease, what great evil, what two teams of people, are all burdens, don't want to manage anymore. What do you want to manage? Want to "manage" your own rickets and anger.

  Zheng Jingbian was driving and still reminding her not to be nervous, saying that his father was very easy-going. Suddenly, the servant inside shouted "Stop the car!" which even gave Zheng Xiaoliu a fright!

  What's wrong?

  The car stopped steadily by the side of the road, and found that the official was staring at the roadside without blinking - who was he looking at?

  Zheng Xiaoliu guessed it was probably that hunchbacked old woman carrying a vegetable basket. The old woman looked like an intellectual, white and clean, wearing glasses. She was too old and walked very slowly.

  "Hmm!"

  She wasn't on guard at all; she suddenly pushed open the car door and ran out!

  Zheng Xiaoliu hastily got off the bus, but instead of chasing after him, she stood in front of the car door and didn't go any further. She went up to support the old lady, said a few words to her, and the old lady looked at her for a while, thought for a moment, and smiled. She also smiled. The two chatted for a while.

  When Yanei walked back again, she was obviously in a good mood. Zheng Xiaoliu slightly turned her body to look at her, and nudged her elbow with his own, "Who is it?"

  "You drive." She was in a good mood and nice to you, with a smile, but her eyes were still fixed on the outside.

  Zheng Xiaoliu pinched her knee with her hand and then pulled up, swinging the steering wheel with a flourish.

  The car started again and asked, "Who is this?"

  She leaned her head against the back of the chair, still gazing out the window. "My high school Chinese teacher." A hint of self-satisfaction.

  "Oh, you don't recognize me anymore?"

  "Who says she doesn't recognize me? She still remembers my name!"

  "That's it, teachers have a deep impression of students who are a bit silly."

  For a while, she didn't make a sound, thinking she was sulking, but when she turned her head, she was still smiling brightly, looking silly and foolish, gazing out the window. "I'm not stupid at all - I was a bit mischievous back then too." Our language teacher, that little old lady, was strict and serious in demeanor, but secretly wrote romantic poetry, and every now and then would publish a few lines of ambiguous verse in the Wuhan Evening News' literary supplement, like "You have your copper branches and iron trunk, like a knife, like a sword, also like a spear. I have my red blossoms, like heavy sighs, also like heroic torches." She thought to herself, smiling secretly.

  She always gave high marks to a few of her favorite students who were proficient in two rhetorical devices: parallelism and personification. Our language teacher said that parallelism is used for argumentation, with momentum. Personification is used for lyrical expression, with emotional tone. As for me, I think our language teacher had some difficulty understanding my writing style, as I've always thought of words like clay, fun to play with. I adore Chairman Mao and recite his poems: "A life of two hundred years, striking the water three thousand miles", thinking that Bai Juyi's "Knowing sound and rhyme at nine" is nothing special. Then I fell in love with Li Bai, whom Chairman Mao highly praised, and recited "The White Jade Castle in Heaven, Twelve Cities on Five Lofts", feeling that Chairman Mao's appreciation was indeed reasonable. When my ambition was most ardent, I wrote the essay "Impressions from a Garden Tour" and tried out personification: "In one corner of the park, there is a pond. By the pond stands a willow tree, in the pond swims a goldfish. You seem to be the fish playing with me at the bottom of the water, I seem to be the willow teasing you by the pond." Hehehe.

  She laughed loudly as if she had a nervous breakdown.

  Obviously, Ya Nei is in a very good mood now, so good that he unknowingly said so many words to Zheng Xiaoliu.

  Zheng Xiaoliu's mood was also extremely joyful, the way she spoke, her tone of voice, ———— Xiaoliu occasionally turned to look at her, her eyes never looking at herself, but those sparkling eyes emitted a spirit that made you want to kiss her!!

  Xiao Liu says it's settled then!!

  Ah! A short sprint and a sudden brake. He leaned in and blocked her lips!

  The official was still indulging in self-entertainment when suddenly a thick breath rushed over, Xiao Liu was indeed domineering, her lips pressed open hers, and his tongue entwined inside.

  The official exerted himself to persuade him, starting to push his shoulder, and repeatedly saying that this was in the middle of the road.

  Xiao Liu wasn't satisfied yet, and wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her closer.

  The eunuch pinched his face, finally separating a little, and the dead eunuch pinched Xiao Liu's face red.

  "You scoundrel!"

  Xiao Liu pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath that was enough to drive someone crazy! Staring into her eyes, how could anyone not be enchanted?

  "Are you a hoodlum? The tone of your speech is low and your mind is twisted, with serious tendencies towards being a hoodlum. I suggest that parents confiscate all his unhealthy extracurricular reading materials! And another thing, have you watched porn or not?"

  Haha! The official looks like a green-eyed turtle, standing there with his mouth agape! His face is beet red!

  She's best at telling lies, saying "haven't seen it" is absolutely fine, but she just went through a small sixth-grade tongue-washing ceremony, her brain was oxygen-deprived and couldn't think fast, so for the time being, she can't come up with one!

  Xiao Liu smiled, lowered her head and licked her again, "Little slut, not even a penny was collected." She hummed, even more lewd.

  The concubine was enraged again and went to pinch his face. He let her pinch him, smiled silently, and leaned against her forehead.

  The horn outside is blaring loudly.

  The official was still huffing and puffing, leaning back in his chair with a look of extreme discontent.

  The little sixth still has a handsome and calm demeanor, steady and powerful, starting again, the small run "hiss" like a small fart whizzing away. The heat wave of curses behind is gone without a trace.