1

"Bingbing, will you really leave me?"

Late at night, a street light shone the dim light on the windows of Bingbing's bedroom. The lights passed through the maroon curtains, making the light in the room a little ambiguous.

However, after a long time, this ambiguity has long become a habit and cannot be perceived.

"Xiaohui, why did you suddenly ask this?"

Bingbing tilted her head gently, her eyes fell on her wife's face, and between the two, the child fell asleep peacefully.

"You... have not been home to sleep for three nights in this month..."

"Um..."

Bingbing's eyes dodged a little, and finally froze on the street lights outside the window. Some memories poured out like tap water from the valve opened.

2

The first night.

The school at night was no longer hustle and bustle during the day. After school, the students and teachers went home.

Bingbing was busy preparing lessons very late.

"Click..."

The door suddenly opened, Bingbing turned around, and the principal was standing at the door, with a slightly obese body blocking the moonlight outside the door tightly.

"Principal, why haven't you returned yet?"

"A lot of things have to be dealt with recently, I'm really overwhelmed..."

The principal walked towards Bingbing, then pressed his hands on Bingbing's desk, leaned his upper body, and slowly approached: "Why... do you help me?"

Bingbing has not been working in this school for a long time, and her understanding of the principal is limited to appearance and some basic information.

Gender male, forty years old, unmarried!

"All right."

Bingbing agreed, after all, this was the first time the principal asked her for help.

...

This night, I just did some boring things.

The night is getting darker.

The heat of the day slowly faded away, and several moths kept hitting the incandescent tubes, and the black shadows swayed quickly on the ground.

"It would be better to insert this place for a time."

The principal pointed to a line of words on the official document that Bingbing was writing, and the word "insert" sounded particularly harsh.

I don’t know if it was the principal who deliberately emphasized his tone.

It was Bingbing's random thoughts that led him to pay special attention to this kind of vocabulary.

There are often some speculations about the principal in the school: "I haven't gotten married at the age of forty, it's because of my sexual orientation that I have problems..."

3

"Bingbing, what are you thinking?"

Xiaohui's voice pulled Bingbing back to reality. The hazy light in the room made Bingbing feel a little restless. Bingbing got out of bed and poured a glass of boiling water.

Hot...

The glass cup was hot and the heat slowly rose, which made Bingbing feel a little irritable: "It's obviously summer, why do you still have to put water in an insulating bottle?"

As if he noticed Bingbing's irritability, Xiaohui forced a smile on her face: "It's not good to drink cold water..."

Bingbing became even more irritable.

This kind of smile and this kind of care will definitely feel very sweet if you are in love.

But now, I've been married for five years.

Bingbing walked out of the bedroom with boiling water. The empty hall made him feel a little more comfortable, but the glass in his hand was still hot.

In one corner of the hall, there is a fish tank with two goldfish in it.

This was bought back from the roadside a month ago. As for the reason, it was probably to make the family angry.

When I first bought it, the fat goldfish was cute.

However, over time, the goldfish gradually became like Bingbing's love, stupid and stupid...

Bingbing pinched the top of the glass and put the glass into the fish tank. The mouth of the glass was not immersed in the water, so there would be no dirty water coming in.

Hot air spreads in the water.

The goldfish swam uncomfortable...

Bingbing drank all the cold boiled water in one sip: "Huh, I should drink cold water in summer!"

4

Bingbing lay on the sofa, recalling the second night.

The principal placed a glass of ice-filled coke on Bingbing's table and sat in front of Bingbing with a considerate smile.

"Marriage is troublesome, right?"

Bingbing put down the ice water she was going to drink. Because her waist was a little sore, she slightly adjusted her sitting position: "No."

The thirty-year-old Xiaohui seems to have taken more than her body can bear.

"I can see..."

The principal's light stroke of Bingbing's waist and then fell back into Bingbing's eyes. Such a look made Bingbing feel like she was seen through.

"Actually, it's men who really understand men?"

The principal continued.

this...

The cup was knocked over by Bingbing, and the ice water spilled out quickly spread on the table. Bingbing only reacted when it touched Bingbing's arm.

Bingbing panics rescued the wet textbooks and students' homework.

"Actually, you think so in your heart, right? When you were a student, you were in this school...those things will never be forgotten even for the rest of your life, right?"

The principal's words made Bingbing stop the movements in her hands.

Textbooks and students' homework drowned in ice water.

5

A quiet summer night.

The moonlight penetrated through a small glass window and quietly peeked into a boy's dormitory.

Four iron beds were closed together and turned into a large bed, with two floors above and below, and there were a total of eight ignorant and restless boys living.

The bed became bigger, which also brought greater possibilities to this dormitory and these teenagers...

The teenagers who have just peeked into a corner of the adult world.

Start imitating the "sleeping" movement.

Simple, joke, or just a game, it has nothing to do with sex, and it has nothing to do with love and moon or inner emotions.

Turn this game into sin and dirty.

It's because of a person.

He is Bingbing!

...

The iron bed shook gently, and a boy was lying on the bed looking at the phone in his hand, while Bingbing was lying on him.

It's not surprising to see many...

The other boys just fell asleep quietly without any reaction.

The moon gradually moved, and the shadow of the window railing also moved, moving from under the bed to the bed. Time has quietly passed by a lot.

"You two are still sleeping?"

"It's not really a play..."

"Are you stupid? Xiaoxue is not a woman. Even if you want to play it, it's impossible!"

The bed was still shaking, and the old iron-framed bed made a squeaking sound, which seemed a little depressing.

"Cao, what are you doing?"

Xiaoxue, who was originally quietly lying down to play with her mobile phone, suddenly shouted.

Bingbing didn't know what she did, but she seemed to know something...

Xiaoxue touched her butt and said sticky: "You can't really be that anymore, are you?"

Bingbing hid in the quilt and didn't say anything.

The moonlight is deserted.
To be continued...