Rose of Heaven

73

    "Brother."
    As soon as Lin Jingmo arrived beside Zhou Yanzheng, he half-hugged her and carried her behind him. Hearing this trembling call, Lin Jingmo almost thought she was hallucinating.
    She suddenly looked in the direction of the man and saw that he was standing there obediently like a primary school student listening to a lecture. He had completely lost his previous frivolous and dissolute appearance. His eyes looked at the man next to him uncomfortably.
    Zhou Yanzheng saw her astonished expression.
    The hand holding her loosened.
    Zhou Yanzheng looked at her stiff and curled fingertips that were slowly retracted, and glanced at his cousin not far away.
    He has been called a relic that has become a spirit in recent years, and there is not a trace of hostility in the pores of his body. But even so, most people in the Zhou family are still afraid of him. It was obviously a very casual glance, but it made his cousin feel that the sight turned into an inky sharp blade on his neck, and he almost knelt down in fear.
    Zhou Yanzheng ignored him, holding Lin Jingmo's arm and leading her to her own door. Lin Jingmo followed him woodenly, hesitant in her heart, but always felt that he would not harm her.
    "Can you do it alone?" Zhou Yanzheng asked softly.
    Lin Jingmo raised her eyes to look at him. The man's lowered eyes were as bright as stars, full of warmth and silent comfort.
    She nodded, unlocked the door with her fingerprint, and entered the door. Zhou Yanzheng did not follow her in, but stood outside the door. After she turned around, he stretched out his hand to close the door.
    His figure disappeared behind the door little by little. With a click, Lin Jingmo leaned against the wall with weak legs.
    ...
    Zhou Yanzheng walked towards his cousin Zhou Weiran.
    Zhou Weiran suppressed the urge to flee and looked at him with gritted teeth.
    There was an unnatural red mist in his eyes. Zhou Yanzheng raised his hand, and Zhou Weiran subconsciously dodged. After being stared at by Zhou Yanzheng, he stretched his head towards him again.
    When he touched his forehead, it was indeed a bit hot.
    Zhou Yanzheng's face darkened

Lin Jingmo had already changed into her own pajamas, a high-waisted, long-sleeved empire-style dress, pure white. Standing in the backlight, the curve of her waist was faintly visible.
    Zhou Yanzheng's eyes were fixed on her face.
    "I apologize to you on behalf of my brother. I'm sorry, I scared you."
    Most people are too shy to say the three words "sorry" when apologizing, but Zhou Yanzheng is not like that. Not only can he say it frankly, but his mellow voice also sounds particularly sincere.
    Lin Jingmo clenched her skirt. She didn't know where the reservedness suddenly came from. She has slept with two people. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to be reserved again?
    Although she thought so in her heart, her expression still couldn't hide the soft girl's demeanor. There was no trace of artificiality or deliberate design, and she was naturally pure and charming. She held the door frame and said politely to Zhou Yanzheng: "Teacher Zhou, don't say that. You helped me too. Let's be even."
    Being even usually means that no one owes anyone anything. She said it, and then felt that the word didn't seem right. What was wrong, she couldn't say, but she just vaguely regretted it.
    Zhou Yanzheng was tall, looking down at her. From Lin Jingmo's angle, he had frowned and his breath was heavy. Lin Jingmo suddenly remembered a poem: The spring breeze makes the south bank of the river green again.
    She could even smell the scent of pine wood after the rain on him.
    It was not a good idea to talk by the door like this, not to mention that he had just saved her. Lin Jingmo wanted to invite him into the house to sit down, but thinking of his vague alienation and indifference when they met in the corridor before, she hesitated for a moment, opened the door and moved to the side, and said, "Teacher Zhou, come in and have a cup of tea."
    Fortunately, Zhou Yanzheng did not refuse this time. He curved his thin lips and said, "Okay, sorry to bother you."
    It was obvious that someone had just moved into Lin Jingmo's house. The neat and cold air of the model house had not yet dissipated, but the original wood style decoration added a bit of warmth and contradiction.
    Lin Jingmo led him to the sofa: "Please sit down. What would you like to drink?"
    She bought some drinks and tea bags. She picked them randomly at the time. Now she felt fortunate that the customer had a choice and it would not be rude.
    Unlike those big men in the underworld who wore Buddhist beads on their hands just for fun or to pray for peace, Zhou Yanzheng also had one on his wrist, but he really worshipped Buddha and even converted to become a lay disciple. The desire for food and drink became something that needed to be restrained. After so many years, he really became indifferent to desire and never picked.
    "Whatever, the simplest one will do." Zhou Yanzheng's eyelashes fluttered, and he looked easy to talk to.
    He said whatever he wanted, so Lin Jingmo could only make her own decision, but she still had some judgment in her heart. He had to go to school tomorrow, so she couldn't give him alcohol. It was too ambiguous to ask a man to drink at this time. At his age, he was probably bored with carbonated drinks. As for juice, it seemed more reasonable to drink it after a meal. After thinking about it for a few seconds, Lin Jingmo went to look for the tea bags she had placed on the sideboard. Seeing that there was a promotion, she bought a large mixed tea bag, mostly various sweet flower teas. Her fingers flew and finally saw a bag of jasmine.
    Bringing the cup over, Lin Jingmo bent down to hand him the tea.
    The neckline of the Empire-style skirt was wide open, and the boiling hot water was hot. Lin Jingmo was concerned about the temperature transmitted through the porcelain cup on her hand, and was afraid that she would drop the cup, and did not notice the spring light on hercchest.
    Wearing a white silk bra under the pajamas, Lin Jingmo's pair of small white rabbits were big and firm, and there was no need for cotton pads to increase the capital. During the day, you need the kind of underwear with cup holders. At night, for comfort, you all wear this kind of thin French bra, which is wrapped tightly, does not protrude, and has poor shaping ability. Basically, it takes the shape of the chest. It
    can be described at a glance.
    Zhou Yanzheng's eyes froze slightly, and then he quickly glanced away, and his protruding throat rolled twice.
    After Lin Jingmo straightened up, he touched the teacup, and felt a burning sensation on his fingertips.
    "The water has just been boiled, Teacher Zhou, be careful." Lin Jingmo saw that the tip of his ear was red, and suspected that he was burned, so he reminded him in a low voice.
    Zhou Yanzheng hummed lightly, tightly, but his hand did not leave the cup.
    Just now when Lin Jingmo was making tea, Zhou Yanzheng had already looked around this one-bedroom and one-living room house. He was not a curious person, but now he had a desire to explore. It was obvious that only girls lived in this house.
    The gossip and chatter of the girls earlier rang in his ears again.
    It was noon, in the school cafeteria. Zhou Yanzheng bought a set meal as usual and sat next to the French window of the cafeteria. There were several female students behind him. Each of them bought a delicacy from a different stall and gathered together. One of them ate a few bites, and the other picked up a few bites. They chattered with their friends about their troubles, worries, small happiness, and some gossip on campus.
    Zhou Yanzheng had no intention of eavesdropping, but he occasionally caught a few sentences. Lin Jingmo's name popped up, and the fragmented words were strung into information in his mind.
    He knew her name when he exchanged WeChat with Lin Jingmo.
    "...I think Lin Jingmo is much prettier than Xiang Yueran. If I were him, I would choose her too."
    "Then Tang Tianyu is also a scumbag. He dumped Xiang Yueran just because she was pretty. Speechless. I used to like him."
    "What's wrong with being a scumbag? Which man is not a scumbag? Cheating is a man's nature, okay? Instead of finding an ugly person to cheat, it's better to go with Tang Tianyu. He is so handsome and rich. It's worth dating him."
    "You are so realistic, but I agree. I heard that Lin Jingmo has moved out. Hey, do you think she lives with handsome Tang?"
    "Of course, otherwise where does she get the money? Isn't it said that her family is very poor?"
    Zhou Yanzheng stood up quietly, leaving the girls' gossip behind.
    ...
    After being distracted, Zhou Yanzheng lowered his head and drank a sip of tea, his eyelashes fluttering, and slowly spoke: "Do you have a lot of courses in your department in the first year?"
    Lin Jingmo saw him looking at her and smiled slightly: "It's okay. I heard that it will be a little heavier in the second year."
    For some reason, she felt that Teacher Zhou was making small talk.
    The atmosphere was a little awkward. Lin Jingmo took the initiative to ask, "Last time, the teacher said to find me a high-paying dubbing job. I still remember it."
    Lin Jingmo just wanted to find a topic to talk about. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yanzheng actually asked about this.
    "There is a job. See if you are interested." Zhou Yanzheng's eyes flickered and he added, "The pay is not bad."
    In fact, the cost of dubbing for sleep aid is the lowest among all dubbing. The work itself is completed quickly. How long can a sleep aid audio be? Seven or eight minutes at most. The dubbing work is recorded by the hour, and the maximum is 300 per hour.
    Lin Jingmo suddenly heard that he wanted her to take this job.
    In addition to daily classes, because the advertising interview is imminent, Lin Jingmo also has to go to physical education classes and acting classes. Apart from these, dealing with the things she has to do also takes up her time.
    But she doesn't want to refuse Zhou Yanzheng.
    After all, he helped her.
    Zhou Yanzheng saw that Lin Jingmo didn't answer immediately. His fingers holding the teacup stroked the edge of the quilt. Just as he was about to say something, Lin Jingmo tilted her head and said, "Then please give me more advice, Teacher Zhou."