Xu San touched his chin and felt...
Then I didn’t think about it anymore, that’s just because I had thought about it!
Danger!
Looking at Wang Zhenzhen in front of her, she is clearly another version of Xiaohong, perhaps it should be said that she is Xiaohong version 0.1. In a certain sense, the two girls have some similarities.
Um.
Xiaohong blatantly drives to seduce herself.
This Wang Zhenzhen is clinging to herself in a sullen manner. Although she is not showy, she always hints that she is a little flower that can be picked easily.
"I used to think that the teacher was Japanese. I didn't know the teacher well at that time, so I just wanted to get closer to him." Wang Zhenzhen's voice became lower and lower, and finally it was almost inaudible.
Sure enough, this little girl is also coveting my body.
"But later I found out that the teacher didn't want to see me."
You can’t blame me for this. Your teacher came from a peaceful society governed by the rule of law. Some rules and regulations are imprinted in your teacher’s bones.
Wang Zhenzhen's voice became louder again, as if she mustered up the courage, "Later, I seemed to see the shadow of my father in the teacher!"
Xu San touched his face, "Uh, am I that old?"
"It's not my father now, but in the past, when I was very young. At that time, my father held my hand, taught me how to speak, taught me how to walk, and taught me what I can do and what I can't do!"
Wang Zhenzhen's eyes were full of memories of the past, full of longing, but soon this longing dimmed, and the glimmer of light in her eyes gradually dissipated.
He lowered his head, not daring to look at Xu San's face again, as tears seemed to flash in his eyes.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of big hands pinching her armpits.
A little pain.
Then she felt her body leave the table, and her perspective became higher and higher.
This feeling is so familiar. Isn't this the same feeling as being lifted up when you were a child?
Wang Zhenzhen, who came back to her senses, looked down at Xu San, "Teacher, you!"
"This is what it looks like when you lift it high!" Xu San said, holding up Wang Zhenzhen.
"Yeah!" Wang Zhenzhen nodded gently.
"It seems... I need to throw it away!"
"Teacher, don't!"
But her words seemed to be of no use. At this moment, Xu San had already used both arms to throw her up. Although it was only a few centimeters, she did feel that she was flying.
When it fell, Wang Zhenzhen's heart beat uncontrollably.
thump!
thump!
"Do you want more?" Xu San asked.
"More!" After Wang Zhenzhen finished speaking, her face turned red again.
So Xu San threw it again.
This time he caught Wang Zhenzhen and put her on the table.
"Teacher, why are you doing this?" Wang Zhenzhen asked breathlessly.
"I suddenly thought about it, it could deepen the relationship between teachers and students. However, your memory is good enough. You can even remember things like lifting high. Were you two or three years old at that time?"
"It's very vague. I just remember that my father was very tall at that time, with a kind smile, and he was also very young. But I don't know when his face became more and more sad and wrinkled. As I grew up, my father I’m getting old too, time can’t be turned back, and the days before can never be returned.”
Wang Zhenzhen is recalling her childhood days.
At this time, she was thinking about why she remembered things so early. If she didn't have the memories of her childhood, she might not have so many worries.
He raised his head and locked his gaze on Xu San again.
He really looks like his father when he was young.
Looking into Wang Zhenzhen's eyes, Xu San finally knew that the girl in front of him was a little girl with a strong love affair with her father. Maybe some of his actions made him feel the long-lost father's love, which is why he was so attached to himself.
trouble!
Why are you holding your hands so high?
Now the way Wang Zhenzhen looks at her has changed again!
Xu San felt that whatever he said, the girl in front of him would do it.
The helpless Xu San could only sigh in her heart at this moment. She really had no good solution for such a little girl with psychological problems.
Seeing Xu San deep in thought, Wang Zhenzhen asked, "Teacher, do teachers in Japan also communicate with students like this?"
"Well, it needs to be deeper!" Xu San said implicitly.
"Can you be more specific? I'm very interested in Japanese culture."
"Literally." Xu San said lightly.
"Literal meaning?" Wang Zhenzhen savored Xu San's words, and she instantly understood what Xu San was referring to, because in her traitor school, this kind of thing was not uncommon, "No wonder, it turns out this is a custom. "
"Bad custom!" Xu San replied, "You can call it bad custom!"
After listening to Xu San's words, Wang Zhenzhen suddenly laughed, "Haha, I didn't expect you to be very conservative, teacher! You are very similar to my father!"
Xu San raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes at Wang Zhenzhen, "It doesn't look like that. I won't be indifferent to my daughter going to the club."
"Teacher, do you have a daughter?"
"I have a niece who is almost like a daughter!"
"Then she must be very happy!"
"Yeah!" Xu San nodded in agreement.
"Then I will be your daughter!"
"No!" Xu San said decisively very simply!
Xu San's answer was as expected by Wang Zhenzhen, so she did not feel disappointed, "Do you dislike me for being dirty?"
"It has nothing to do with your body!"
"Is that nationality?" Wang Zhenzhen asked.
"When children grow up, they become naughty children. If they don't obey, it won't be fun! Even playing with heights is very laborious."
"Haha, haha~" Wang Zhenzhen laughed again, this time very sincerely, completely different from her previous appearance.
After laughing, Wang Zhenzhen tied her hair, lowered her head slightly, and said with a full smile, "How about I become the teacher's lover when I grow up a few years, just like my master's wife, I don't want any status."
"No!" Xu San refused again.
"As expected! I knew you would refuse, teacher." As she said this, she put her hands back, supported the tabletop, and looked up at the light above her head. "It would be great if I were Japanese, or if you, teacher, were Chinese."
"They are all human, what's the difference?"
"It's different! I'm not as free and easy as you, teacher. I know what I'm doing, and I also know that there are things you can't look back on once you've done them." Wang Zhenzhen said as her legs began to swing back and forth. It seemed like she was completely letting go of her heart, as if A little girl confides in her father.
What should I say?
Xu San began to worry again in his heart, feeling that if he didn't say it right at this time, the girl in front of him might go astray, and by then there might really be no room to look back.
"Why are you turning back? Turn right and take two steps, turn right and take two steps, turn right and take two steps, turn right and take two steps, and then turn left."
Wang Zhenzhen's legs stopped swinging, but her eyes were still looking at the light. After a while, a look of enlightenment appeared on her face, "Teacher, I understand!"
(End of chapter)
