Autumn is always the best season in the local area. The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the air is only slightly cool. Looking down from the positions of Gan Lu and Jiang Xiaolin, the green campus is lush and green. Students come out of the teaching buildings and walk in twos and threes. , You can hear their chatter and laughter from a distance. It was time to get off work, and the teachers in the history teaching and research group office packed up their things one after another and went home one after another.Jiang Xiaolin and Gan Lu continued to lean against the window and talk quietly.

Gan Lu's mobile phone on the desk rang. She said sorry and went to answer it. It was her husband Shang Xiuwen who told her that she had a party tonight and couldn't go home for dinner.Gan Lu routinely told him not to drink alcohol and avoid drinking and driving.He routinely agreed, and in turn told her to take a taxi if the bus was crowded. Jiang Xiaolin looked at the beautiful face not far away, with short shoulder-length hair hanging down smoothly, making a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth.She was a little bit emotional. Gan Lu was only twenty-six years old, two years younger than herself, but she had been married for almost two years. She usually had a peaceful and serene expression, which could be seen in a happy marriage and a happy life.However, she was so entangled in her work that she was out of breath. Other than her colleagues, she was dealing with students of the opposite sex who were half-year-old students, and she was in danger of becoming an old maid.

Gan Lu ended the call briefly, put down her phone and came back, Jiang Xiaolin smiled and said, "What a loving couple." Gan Lu also laughed: "It's just a vain order. There's no one who doesn't drink when socializing. Where did we just talk?" Jiang Xiaolin adjusted her glasses, and when she resumed her work, she calmed down and said, "In short, the students generally have good evaluations of your teaching, but a few students also reported that you left too many open-ended conclusions, which made them feel a little awkward when taking notes. At a loss."

Gan Lu teaches history in the first year of senior high school, and it is an absolute sub-subject in the provincial key middle school attached to Normal University.Immediately divided into classes in arts and sciences, the school has always been famous for its strong strength in sciences. Most of the students who choose to study arts are girls and boys with relatively poor grades. There are only two to three arts classes in a grade.She naturally knew the purpose of Jiang Xiaolin, who was the head teacher, to come to her, and she didn't intend to argue for her lesson preparation ideas. "Next, I will pay attention to this point and try to balance the fun of the lecture process with the clarity of the conclusion."

Jiang Xiaolin originally thought that there would be a troublesome persuasion work to be done, and she was fully prepared, but she didn't expect the other party to be so kind, and she was greatly relieved.As soon as she graduated from Normal University, she was hired to work in the High School Attached to Normal University with excellent grades. She started to work as a class teacher three years ago. I am very tired, and I have to keep in touch with all the teachers in the class. I am really afraid of meeting colleagues who are stubborn. Gan Lu is a junior at her normal university. She was transferred to the school from an ordinary middle school in the suburbs of the city a year and a half ago. There were various rumors about her transfer. In places, personnel relations are the most delicate. Jiang Xiaolin doesn't like to deal with people with complicated backgrounds, but she can't raise any objections to the school's arrangements.Fortunately, after half a semester, Gan Lu behaved conscientiously and got along very well, which was beyond her expectation.

"That's good." Jiang Xiaolin smiled sincerely. She is both the main subject teacher and the class teacher. She has to take care of evening self-study several nights a week, so she is naturally much busier than the sub-subject teacher. "I won't delay your get off work, goodbye." When Gan Lu returned home, the part-time worker had already prepared the meal and went home.She had dinner with her mother-in-law, Wu Lijun. Wu Lijun is fifty-eight years old. She used to be a physician. High position, she naturally exudes majesty. She has a rather indifferent personality, and also has professional habits. She pays great attention to health preservation. The clink of spoons.

Two years ago, on the first day Gan Lu and Shang Xiuwen came back from their honeymoon, during dinner at night, they casually talked about interesting things in school. She was so happy that she didn't notice that Shang Xiuwen's answer was simply "hmm" , "Oh", but Wu Lijun didn't respond at all.After returning to the bedroom at night, Shang Xiuwen gently reminded her that she just woke up like a dream, her face slowly flushed, and she blamed him a little angrily: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Shang Xiuwen didn't take it seriously, hugged her and said with a smile: "We had dinner together before we got married, you were very reserved, I thought you had seen my mother's habits."

Gan Lu had only had dinner with Wu Lijun once before her marriage. Although Wu Lijun didn't talk much, Shang Xiuwen was not like other people, he tried his best to stir up the atmosphere when encountering such an occasion, he behaved just like usual.The only thing Gan Lu could see was that Wu Lijun was indifferent to others, and she didn't seem to like her, but she didn't care. In fact, she was very afraid of a mother-in-law who was enthusiastic and asked questions, and would rather treat each other politely. Isn't it just not talking when eating?She thought she could bear it.

Having lived with her widowed mother-in-law for more than a year, she has long known that her original thoughts were too simple, and what she needs to endure is of course far more than the silence during meals. After dinner, Gan Lu washed the dishes and cleaned up the house by the way. The part-time workers are mainly responsible for buying vegetables and cooking every day, and then do the sanitation once a week. Gan Lu is responsible for the cleaning work at other times. Fortunately, the staff structure at home is simple. , everyone has good habits under Wu Lijun's request. Although the house is a duplex of nearly 200 square meters, it is not too much effort to clean it every day.

After Gan Lu finished tidying up, Wu Lijun also finished her post-dinner rest, changed into her jogging shoes, and prepared to go for a walk in a nearby park.She stood up from the cylindrical shoe-changing bench specially prepared for her at the entrance, and then slowly said the first sentence of the night: "You should also take care of Xiuwen, he seems to have been socializing a little too much recently." What to do?Gan Lu smiled slightly and said, "I will tell him when he comes back." Wu Lijun raised her eyebrows, and there was a half-smile on her upright face.She is of medium height, with a reasonably plump figure, straight back, and lightning-like eyes. She said flatly, "I don't mind being a wife, but I'm more troublesome."

She turned and went out, Gan Lu watched the door close behind her with a little amusement, of course, this was part of her tolerance and getting used to it.Wu Lijun is very well-bred, and she doesn't display emotions when she is idle, but she is really not easy to get along with. Thinking of her friend Qian Jiaxi who had solemnly warned her before her marriage, not to marry a man with a widowed mother, let alone live together, she can only She shook her head secretly, admitting that Jiaxi was much deeper than she thought. However, the frequency of Shang Xiuwen's socializing seems to be a bit higher recently, and occasionally he will come back a little drunk.Originally, they had agreed to start having a child a few months ago. She worked hard to overcome the hesitation and fear in her heart, and reduced the time in front of the computer. He also almost quit smoking and drinking, and even took her to the seaside for vacation while she was on summer vacation. The two of them played very relaxed and happy.But after two months, her menstrual cycle has not changed, so she is a little anxious, Shang Xiuwen comforts her: "It is not a day's work to close the mountains and cultivate forests." She said with a "puchi" smile, "You have to work harder and sow seeds." Shang Xiuwen laughed, looked at her jokingly and said, "This is not complaining about my ability in disguise." He leaned into her ear and whispered, "Then don't stop it tonight." After all, she hasn't been married for a long time, and she still doesn't look old, so she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and pushed away his hand that penetrated into her underwear, but she couldn't stop his next hug. It seems that one day not long after she started this semester, Shang Xiuwen suddenly started drinking again, and consciously put on a condom when making love to her. Facing her question, he just smiled: "Recently, there are too many social parties in business, so Ann has lost her love again, and she has been in a bad mood, so I can only push it up, let's talk about it after a while." Feng Yi'an is Shang Xiuwen's partner. Gan Lu has met his girlfriend Xin Chen, a beautiful girl who is a graphic designer. The two seem to have a good relationship. Feng Yi'an even said that he wants to marry her, but he didn't expect it. Mu Mu broke up. He used to work much harder than Shang Xiuwen, but after this incident, he was quite depressed, with ups and downs.Gan Lu sighed a little, she thought the reason was sufficient, so of course she didn't ask any more questions. After Gan Lu finished her housework, she went upstairs to the study to prepare lessons. The school asked her to sign up for a city-wide teaching skills competition for young teachers. Although she didn't have much interest in this matter, she taught a sub-subject and didn't actively strive to become a class teacher. I no longer have the necessary qualifications to evaluate the intermediate level. If I don't participate in the competition, I am afraid that I will have no hope of getting ahead in school. I can only spend time carefully preparing multimedia courseware and writing lesson plans. After Wu Lijun came back from a walk, Gan Lu went downstairs to warm up the milk and brought it to her as usual, then came back to continue working. At half past ten, she went to jump rope for 20 minutes on the terrace specially laid with plastic mats. This is what she insisted on. After exercising for a long time, I went to take a shower with a sweaty body after skipping rope, went to bed on time at 11 o'clock, read mystery novels for a while, and then went to sleep. She didn't know when Shang Xiuwen came back, she just turned around in a daze, and touched a solid arm, she hugged it habitually, and pressed her face against it, smelling the pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol, slightly A little surprised.He has always liked to be clean, and the first thing he does after returning late from a social event is usually to take a shower, and he always has a light fragrance of shower gel when he goes to bed.Without waiting for her to think about it, his hand wandered into her pajamas with a need, and his slightly cool lips fell on her face. She was impatient to be disturbed, and said in a daze: "Don't..." However, the body automatically responded to the already familiar touch. After nearly two years of marriage, everything seems to have a tacit understanding.Under her slender fingers is his strong and elastic body. He usually looks thin in clothes, but after taking off his clothes, he can see a standard inverted triangle frame. His muscles are undulating and unassuming. The smell of masculinity carried a different kind of stimulation, and she couldn't help but hug him tightly. The cold moonlight shines on the room through the gauze curtain, and the confused entanglement in the silence in the middle of the night is like a dream but not a dream. The two of them are clearly engaged in the most intimate behavior, but it feels a little unreal.She opened her eyes wide to look at him, his eyes were deep and deep, and they were so close together that she couldn't see anything clearly, she just felt his face close to him, so close that when her eyelashes flickered, they touched his face, scanning so closely However, let him be more violent and powerful after a short pause.She was vaguely aware, amidst his outburst, that he seemed to sound something close to a sigh in her ear. In the morning, Gan Lu was woken up by the mobile phone on the bedside table. Although she was tired and drowsy, she still pressed the mobile phone for the first time, and looked sideways at the person next to her pillow. A tall forehead, a high nose bridge, and a square chin.Like his mother Wu Lijun, he has slightly slender eyes, which are closed at the moment, and the inner eyeliner is shown on the curved and slender arc of the upper eyelid. The thin lips are tightly pressed, and there is a small line on the left corner of the mouth. , It doesn't look like the usual state of sleep and relaxation. Thinking of the soft sigh last night, she stretched out her fingers to caress it lightly, but she immediately withdrew it, not wanting to wake him up, and quietly got out of bed, after a brief grooming, she went downstairs to the kitchen. She cooks the daily breakfast, and it must not only ensure nutrition, but also require that it should not be repeated for at least a week.It's not that she doesn't know how to cook, it's just that she has been rushing outside to solve it earlier, and she was at a loss for this task at first.After Wu Lijun pushed her away without saying a word and ran downstairs to buy fried dough sticks, fried buns and soy milk, and went straight to work, she had no choice but to be ruthless. She bought a breakfast recipe and studied it carefully. After several times of groping, she finally reached her mother-in-law asked for. She first put the soybeans soaked the night before into the soymilk machine, then took out the quick-frozen steamed buns and steamed them, quickly made a salad of diced cucumbers and fried three eggs, the ones for monk Wu Lijun were slightly tender, and the ones for herself were nine Well done, slightly burnt on one side.When she was done, they got up too. When Shang Xiuwen walked into the kitchen, she was standing in front of the sink by the window cleaning the soya-bean milk machine. The morning light shone in, making her waist slender and slender in an apron.He walked over and put his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck.This kind of intimacy outside the bedroom at home is not common. She didn't want to be seen by her mother-in-law, so she moved uncomfortably and said softly, "Why do you get up so early?" "I'll take you to school later." Shang Xiuwen and a friend jointly opened a small-scale steel trading company. They go to work later than her, and they sometimes have social gatherings. They rarely pick her up and drop off her. However, she has no habit of asking why when something happens, and just nods with a smile. . The High School Affiliated to Normal University is a prestigious school with a history of nearly a hundred years. It used to be a missionary school. Later, it was expanded successively, and modern teaching buildings and student apartments were built. The former buildings are still preserved in a corner of the playground. The old clock building houses a physical and chemical laboratory. The domed chapel was converted into a small auditorium, and the former classrooms became the teachers' office building. No one complained about the old office building, because the buildings left by the British were of excellent quality, with simple appearance, thick walls, and winter inside. It is warm in summer and cool in summer, which is very suitable for the local climate. During the lunch break, the teachers who didn't have to inspect the self-study at noon all prepared a foldable recliner, and seized the limited time to catch up on sleep. Gan Lu half-lyed and closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep. Shang Xiuwen went to take a bath last night. She was so sleepy that she was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, she heard the phone ringing on his bedside. He wrapped the towel around her, took out the phone and went out to answer it. Shang Xiuwen's voice came in vaguely, it was always low, she could only vaguely hear: "It's too late, let's talk about it another day." There was a silence, Gan Lu laughed at herself for holding her breath, and turned over , facing the window, Shang Xiuwen's voice sounded again, a little higher, with a hint of inexplicable emotion, "Okay, Jingyi, that's it." This obviously female name bumped into her ears, and she suddenly became more than half awake.It took a while for Shang Xiuwen to re-enter the bedroom and lie down beside her. She asked softly, "who is calling so late?" "Did you wake up? I'm sorry. It's a friend from the past. Go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow." There is no wife who is not curious about a midnight call.But Gan Lu didn't ask any further questions, she wasn't suspicious, they had been dating for more than a year and married for nearly two years, with her personality and understanding of Shang Xiuwen, she wouldn't think about this phone call. She just remembered that she once dialed a number at midnight, and listened to "Autumn Whispers" as a ringtone ringing in her ears, until the end of the song, a familiar voice sounded: "Hi, Who?" Her throat was choked, and all the typed manuscripts were blocked in her throat, and she couldn't speak out. The voice said "Hello" again with impatience, and she said softly, "It's me." "Lulu." The other party recognized her voice, "It's so late, what's the matter? Is it..." She suddenly realized how ridiculous what she wanted to say was, and it really fit a description commonly used on the Internet: her head was caught by a door panel.She has never liked to make trouble for nothing, and she really doesn't know what evil she has been caught, so she thought of going to tell her ex-boyfriend who broke up for almost two years: I am getting married tomorrow, although I am not sure about my decision, but I am going to make a thorough decision. Let go of the old things and start a new life. Moreover, she proposed the breakup on her own initiative, and this announcement, in the eyes of others, is probably close to a boring demonstration. "It's okay, I'm sorry, I dialed the wrong number, and I'm bothering you. Goodbye." She said hastily, and hung up the phone, knowing that she had truly let go. Gan Lu was a little melancholy and a little funny when she was reminded of the past that was close to indifference by a phone call.At the end of the lunch break, she arranged the reclining chairs like other teachers and put them on one side.She has a class in the afternoon, so she looks at the textbook at a glance, quickly goes through the lecture content in her mind, and goes to the classroom of Class 1 (2) of Senior High School on time. After the implementation of the local education reform, the junior high school history test only takes an unimportant score. Except for a few children who are interested in history, other students have not taken serious history classes in junior high school.In high school, teachers have to make up old lessons while teaching new ones.Gan Lu has been teaching high school in her original school, and she has a lot of work. After being transferred to the middle school attached to the Normal University, she taught six classes of history for the second grade of junior high school with a sick teacher.This semester, I was transferred to the high school of the Normal University to teach four classes of compulsory courses, and obviously, after being divided into arts and sciences, I would bring it to the senior high school graduation class, which naturally added a burden. Her lectures are relaxed and organized, and she can sort out the new history textbooks that appear to be messy after the curriculum reform. However, due to time constraints, she cannot go in-depth. She can only try her best to ensure that the content required by the syllabus is clearly explained within the prescribed class hours. Students nowadays are active in thinking. Of course, some students muttered that the history class is boring and far less interesting than "Lectures of Hundred Schools". Why can't Mr. Gan teach history as vividly as Ji Lianhai?She didn't think it was disobedient, she just told them, firstly, she didn't plan to take a piece of rattan wood as a guest commentator, and secondly, she had no objection to watching Lecture Room of Hundred Schools, but if she only read "Lecture Room of Hundred Schools", she might fail the exam, and Her task is to ensure that the test scores they obtain are directly proportional to their study efforts. As for students who are interested in history, they can choose the direction of study and development after the division of arts and sciences. "Hundreds of Lectures" is rich in content. Of course, she would not tell these children that, in terms of research, history is also an unpopular subject. It is definitely rich, but it is interesting but very uncertain.If she hadn't been stuck with housework before the college entrance examination, unable to concentrate on her studies, and had made a mistake in filling in the application form, she would not have entered a normal university, let alone be transferred to a history major.In four years, she really became interested in history, and the thesis she wrote was also appreciated by the professor. But when she was about to graduate, she resolutely chose to be employed instead of taking the postgraduate entrance examination, and let herself immerse herself in historical research. Very few people make the right choice from the start.These half-grown children have their parents to worry about. All she can do is to be a competent and responsible teacher. After get off work, Gan Lu walked out of school while calling her father.She was about to walk towards the bus station when she heard a voice calling her, "Lulu." She turned around, and standing in front of a black Audi A6 not far away was a tall man, wearing a dark iron gray windbreaker, holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand, looking at her in surprise. Gan Lu thought of a certain person when she was taking a nap at noon, and this person suddenly appeared in front of her in the afternoon, which is really a bit supernatural. "Hello, Nie Qian." After a pause, the two said almost at the same time, "Why are you here?" Nie Qian smiled. He has a handsome face with tough lines, his eyebrows are like swords, and his thin lips are tightly pressed. He usually always smiles unsmilingly. At this time, the lines on his face suddenly softened in this smile. With a wave of his hand, the cigarette was accurately thrown into the trash can a few meters away with a small arc: "I accompanied the boss. His son is studying in this school. It seems that he got into some trouble today and was invited as a parent. And you?" "I work here." "I remember you were teaching at Wenhua Middle School." "It's been more than a year since I was transferred here." Gan Lu hesitated, but still asked, "Aren't you working out of town? Are you back on a business trip?" "I've been back for almost a month." Nie Qian took out a business card and handed it to her, "I'm working here now." Before Gan Lu could look at it, an old white Bora slowed down and came to a stop behind her. Shang Xiuwen got out of the car, and he stood holding the door: "Lulu." Gan Lu could only give a brief introduction: "Shang Xiuwen, my husband; Nie Qian, my middle school classmate." The two men nodded politely across Baolai, Gan Lu turned to Nie Qian and said, "I'll take a step first." Gan Lu sat in the passenger seat, stretched out her hand to fasten her seatbelt, and the business card in her hand fell onto the automatic transmission. Shang Xiuwen picked it up, glanced at it, and handed it to her. Only then did she notice Nie Qian's name The title of executive general manager of Xinhe Real Estate Development Co., Ltd. was printed on it, and I couldn't help being a little dazed. Shang Xiuwen started the car and said something, she didn't hear clearly, she just said "uh" and stopped for a while, aware that she was a little restless, and restrained her thoughts: "My classmate used to study architecture, and his professional grades are very good , I always thought he would be an architect, but I didn’t expect him to start selling real estate after graduation.” "Sino Properties has done well in the local area in recent years. At his age, he has achieved this position, which can be regarded as a very good development." "Maybe. I used to think that he lost his major. It's a pity." "He already has a major in his major. Not everyone who majored in history as a teacher like you can be considered a professional counterpart." Shang Xiuwen smiled. He used to learn finance, but now he is doing steel trading. Naturally, it is not a professional counterpart. Gan Lu casually put the business card into her bag: "If only I could make up my mind early like Jiaxi." Qian Jiaxi is her classmate and close friend. She gave up her idea of ​​becoming a teacher before graduation. She was admitted to a foreign-funded company and started from the front desk. After getting a promotion, she quit and changed jobs. Yixing actually joined a TV station later, and gradually became a program director from odd jobs and copywriting. Now she has started to participate in the production of several programs. Her ambition is to become a successful producer.In her words: Don't talk about being a TV station, even if you are a small white-collar worker who is not worthy of the name, it is better than eating chalk dust for real. "Why don't you want to be a teacher?" "I can't do anything other than teach history." Even though Gan Lu is tired of eating chalk dust, she has lost the urge to switch to other careers. "Hey, why are you free to pick me up today?" Shang Xiuwen looked ahead, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "I just said, passing by. Let's have dinner outside today, and then go to a movie." This idea is very tempting to Gan Lu, even though she has lessons to prepare for, competitions to prepare for, and homework to correct: "But..." "Don't worry, I've already called Mom." Gan Lu looked at the front and smiled silently. The smile spread on her beautiful face with joy from the bottom of her heart.Shang Xiuwen freed up a hand, stroked her hair and sighed: "I feel a little guilty for marrying such a coquettish wife." Gan Lu squinted at him: "I don't mind if you coax me more to get rid of your guilt." Shang Xiuwen smiled and shook his head: "If you coax too much, you really have a ghost in your heart. And..." When he encountered a red light ahead, he stopped neatly, pulled the handbrake with his right hand, and stroked her hair, "You It will get boring, which is fatal to a man." Gan Lu thought, all of Shang Xiuwen's actions are so clear and measured, never lacking, but never excessive.His love words, his little attentions, his tenderness, his enthusiasm... He always pays just right. She thinks that she probably won't see him lose control, so it's even more impossible for her to get bored with him. She doesn't know. Should be sad or happy about this. Shang Xiuwen took Gan Lu to dinner and watched a movie. It was almost eleven o'clock when they got home. The two went directly to the elevator from the underground garage. Shang Xiuwen reached out from behind Gan Lu and pressed the 18th floor, and then hugged her. Resting her chin on her thick hair: "Lulu, have you ever regretted marrying me?" This is a landscape elevator, which rises gradually. Looking out from the semi-arc viewing window, you can see the lights of thousands of houses outside. The same prosperous taste.Gan Lu smiled at the unclear images of the two people reflected on the glass: "Why do you ask this question?" "It just occurred to me that we have been married for almost two years." "You haven't given me a chance to regret it yet." She turned around in his arms and kissed his lips.When the elevator directly reached the floor where they lived, the kiss was deepening. Shang Xiuwen freed up a hand to block the elevator door that was about to close again. His lips did not separate from Gan Lu. He led her to turn around, and the two walked out hugging , while kissing each other, while walking towards Room 1802 where they lived, Shang Xiuwen leaned his back against the door frame of his own house. He reached out to touch the key, but he couldn't resist the soft body wrapped around her in his arms. Co-authored myself. In the dark, the two were kissing passionately, but the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and the light streamed out, and Wu Lijun looked at them. Gan Lu's face flushed immediately, she quickly broke free from Shang Xiuwen's hand, and cried out inwardly, Shang Xiuwen was just as surprised, but remained calm: "Mom, are you still awake?" Wu Lijun glanced at them, her face tensed, she obviously disapproved of their indiscretion outside, but she didn't criticize: "Xiuwen, I'm waiting for you, I have something important to tell you." Shang Xiuwen patted Gan Lu on the back lightly: "Go to sleep first." Gan Lu hurriedly entered the house from Wu Lijun, ran upstairs and rushed into the bathroom of the master bedroom where she lived, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her clothes and hair were slightly messy, her eyes were shining, and her lips were red and swollen.It was indeed an embarrassing thing for the mother-in-law, who had always been unsmiling, to see this appearance, but she raised her hand to caress her lips, but she couldn't help laughing. Such entanglement brings the feeling of rapid heartbeat and excitement, and enjoys the pleasure of body and mind. Who cares what the mother-in-law thinks?