Chapter 3: The Temperament of Sichuan and Chongqing Tyrannosaurus
What does it mean to like?
"The breeze, the morning moon, and the stars."
Can you be specific?
“First meeting, reunion, hard to forget.”
…
"Little one, come out for dinner."
Mother Shen’s loud voice rang out outside the door.
Shen Tinglan heard the shouting and turned over. The sky is big, the earth is big, and dry rice is the biggest.
"My dear, why are you working overtime today? Are you tired?" Mother Shen asked her with a smile and concern when she saw her come out.
Speaking of this, Shen Tinglan couldn't help but get angry and frowned.
Complained to Shen’s mother: “The Central Inspection Team came early, I guess we have to work overtime recently.”
"Oh, this is a big deal. It will be fine after this period of time."
Mother Shen reached out and patted her back to comfort her.
Shen Tinglan nodded helplessly, and began to count on his fingers from now on, hoping that the inspection team would leave soon.
At the dinner table, Shen's mother put down her chopsticks without any warning and angrily slammed Shen Jianan's door.
"Shen Jianan, wow, did you hear me? You unlucky kid, what are you doing locked up in the house every day?"
At this time, Shen's father came home with a fishing rod on his back, and Shen Tinglan went up to look at the bucket in his hand.
As expected - empty!
Every time I miss, I am confident. This is Mr. Shen’s fishing experience.
Mother Shen called Shen Jianan, and turned around to see Father Shen wearing a sun hat and Moss sunglasses, pretending to be very Western.
He was furious again, and his anger was transferred to Father Shen.
For a moment, in the room.
The sounds of anger, flattery, and eating mixed together - the sounds of everyday life.
Shen's mother is the director of the Jiangcheng Women's Federation. She has a leisurely job and a hobby: square dancing.
Shen's father is the deputy director of the Jiangcheng Development and Reform Commission. He is very busy at work and his hobby is fishing.
Shen Jianan—just graduated from a second-rate university, stays at home, hobby: doing serious things.
Generally speaking, Shen Tinglan's family is considered well-off in Jiangcheng, and they live a comfortable and pleasant life.
Jiangcheng is a typical slow-paced city.
The main word is two words - leisurely.
After dinner, Shen Tinglan returned to her room. She only turned on a small table lamp in the room, opened the curtains, and sat cross-legged in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Her long hair was spread out. The dim light echoed with the moonlight coming in from the window, dotted with stars, what a picture of a beautiful woman lying by the window.
certainly.
If you can ignore the Chinese quintessence that she keeps spewing out and the rough movements of her hands, the picture will surely be even better.
Shen Tinglan was holding a pen and frantically scratching a group photo. The head of one person in the photo had been scratched beyond recognition, and his original appearance could not be seen.
He kept muttering: "Wensang, Wensang, lingering ghost, Baopilong, hypocritical, beast in human clothing..."
After venting her anger for a while, she stood up again and walked slowly to the dressing table barefoot.
In the group photo of the National Sanda Competition above, the girl is smiling tenderly and looking sideways, staring intently at the straight back in front of her.
"Hey, country bumpkin, what are you laughing at? Are you stupid?"
When the girl heard this, she shifted her gaze from the VIP area to the face of the girl who was speaking, and shook her head blankly.
Although the girl was impatient, she explained, "The one you're looking at is a genius from Kyoto A University. He's graduating from graduate school next year, and I heard he'll be taking the selection exam."
"Besides, he's only 25 years old, and his family background is too complicated to mention..."
A girl was giving an in-depth explanation next to my ear.
The girl raised her eyes again, and her gaze fell on the upright young man in the VIP area. At this moment, she understood what the lead type in the book meant by "a bright and beautiful man, a modest gentleman".
His profile is handsome, his nose is straight and his eyes are deep, his eyes unconsciously scanning the competition area below the stage.
The front view of that handsome profile was fully revealed, his black eyes were deep and steady, and his gentleness and elegance added a touch of maturity.
Cold and distant, high and mighty, so holy that no one dares to defile it.
It can only be viewed from a distance and not desecrated.
There is a song that goes like this:
"You just rushed into my heart without me being prepared at all."
The girl smiled, a silly smile.
“Chen Tinglan, you’re grinning foolishly again!” Lin Zhiqiu lightly poked the woman’s slender white arm with the tip of his pen on the desk to bring her back to her senses.
The noble and aloof man on the podium was talking freely. The silver watch on his wrist swayed as he flipped through the book, swaying into Shen Tinglan's heart.
He turned to Lin Zhiqiu and whispered, "Did you take any photos last time I asked you to?"
"I didn't dare!" Lin Zhiqiu looked embarrassed.
Whenever he saw his brother's cold face, Lin Zhiqiu would get scared.
The woman continued to seduce him: "Do you want the exclusive photo of that hunk?"
Lin Zhiqiu's eyes lit up, and he made up his mind, "Yes!"
There was a smile of triumph in the woman's eyes.
A deep, magnetic voice suddenly boomed from the podium: "The girl in the fifth row with her head down and smiling, you, come up and analyze."
The words fell.
Shen Tinglan: ...
Hesitate to go on stage, what a joke, lust is a sword hanging over your head.
Standing on the podium, there was awkward silence.
The man stepped forward and said calmly, "Of course not. I see you're smiling quite happily."
Shen Tinglan didn't hear a word he said. The cedar scent lingering at the tip of his nose collided violently with his own sea of consciousness.
The man stretched out the ending of his tone, like a fishing hook with barbs on the tip. Shen Tinglan's heart was beating fast and her cheeks flushed.
No one knew how he got off the podium. Lin Zhiqiu only said to the confused Shen Tinglan, "Have you been bewitched?"
While continuing to laugh foolishly.
"You can still laugh?" the man's voice was cold.
Shen Tinglan was speechless..
But I was secretly happy.
Shen Tinglan's grades dropped significantly, and she secretly took photos of Lin Zhizhou all day long and uploaded them to the Internet. For a time, she became famous.
The man blocked her account and asked her to write a 10,000-word self-criticism.
Lin Zhizhou naturally saw that she hadn't written anything, and said to her in his cold tone: "It doesn't matter, write here!"
Shen Tinglan's body was stiff. When the Sichuan-Yu Tyrannosaurus got angry, he just refused to move or write.
He stiffened his neck and shouted, "Isn't it just a few photos? I wasn't the only one taking them, why did you arrest me?"
These words seemed to make Lin Zhizhou laugh. Shen Tinglan looked up at him and was almost frightened. That was not a smile at all, it was clearly the King of Hell demanding his life. His black eyes were gloomy and terrifying, with a chilling coldness!
Shen Tinglan didn't want to admit defeat, her hand was deformed with the shoulder bag in her hand, and she was extremely nervous.
"Write it or not?" His voice was steady, but lacked warmth.
Shen Tinglan forced himself to calm down. This was a game and he couldn't lose face.
In fact, it is a Sichuan specialty - biting the eggs stubbornly!
So he said stubbornly, "I won't write it!"
"Bang" Lin Zhizhou slammed the documents on the table with a "bang", veins bulged on his forehead, and he seemed to be very angry.
Shen Tinglan's body shook.
He was trembling and almost couldn't stand.
Lin Zhizhou stepped forward, his tall shadow covering her, and Shen Tinglan's heart began to beat faster.
He wouldn't hit a woman, would he?
Unexpected.
Shen Tinglan heard a sigh from above his head, which seemed helpless. Shen Tinglan thought there was something wrong with his ears.
Then she heard Lin Zhizhou's smoky voice above her head: "You think everyone who took the secret photo will fail like you, and you are the only one in the department with an unqualified grade? What? You don't want to graduate?"
Shen Tinglan raised her head suddenly, and seeing the mockery in Lin Zhizhou's eyes, her face flushed and her neck thickened, and she felt like eating a big bowl of tea...
In line with the beautiful character of Sichuan people who can bend and stretch, Shen Tinglan threw his schoolbag and said, "Write, write, write now."
But with ten thousand words, when will it be finished? The office lights were still on until the middle of the night.
Shen Tinglan couldn't bear it any longer, and fawned over Lin Zhizhou: "Teacher, I really can't finish writing. This is all I can do. I already know I was wrong. I promise that I will work hard in the future and will definitely graduate successfully!"
Lin Zhizhou came forward with her self-review manuscript, scribbling all over it, and sat on a chair to read it. The notebook blocked his face, so his expression could not be seen clearly. Shen Tinglan felt uneasy.
Lin Zhizhou's mouth twitched behind the notebook.
Try your best to control.
He said: "Okay, let's go back!"
"Come on, I'll take you there. It's not safe this late."
Shen Tinglan didn't refuse. You're such a nice person. If you hadn't asked me to write a self-criticism, would it be so late...
She lagged behind the man by half a step, her autumn eyes fixed on his tight buttocks, grinning lasciviously.
The smile in his eyes couldn't be suppressed.
,
"What are you laughing at?" The voice was low and hoarse, surging with lust.
Before she could reply, hot lips covered hers.
Shen Tinglan thought, this medicine is good.
The pure and innocent man had changed his nature and was now like a ferocious wolf.
The pancakes were roasted over and over in an iron pan over a raging fire.
When the heat is right, the aroma of juice will overflow.
The woman tilted her head, her eyes falling on the messy quilt, her small hands tightly clasped by big hands.
Men are like tireless perpetual motion machines.
Shen Tinglan was whipped all night.
It's cruel, but I'm willing to do it.
She gave the sleeping man a kiss at the corner of his eye, and left with satisfaction.
I passed by a pharmacy and remembered that I had not taken any measures, so I went into the pharmacy and bought two pills.
I thought, after working all night, one definitely wouldn't be enough, I need two, a two-pronged approach.
The next day after returning to Jiangcheng, blood was flowing profusely.
"Ding ding ding..." The phone rang suddenly, and the memories were forced to be interrupted.
Huh? Shen Tinglan frowned slightly.
Section Chief Chen?
"Hey, what's wrong, Section Chief Chen?"
"Ting Lan, there's a problem at the hotel. I heard that person got really angry. My son has a fever and is in the hospital. Can you go check on him for me? I'll be back soon after I'm better."
Shen Tinglan nodded quickly: "Okay, Chief Chen, don't worry, I'll go right away. Can I ask you what you are angry about?"
"It seems like I was given a small card!"
"What?" Shen Tinglan was shocked. How could the hotel make such a low-level mistake? It was a hotel for public officials, with layers of checks and security guards. How could they have gotten in?
"I know, Chief Chen, what about the leadership?" This matter could be big or small, and it's not something that a small administrative clerk like Shen Tinglan can handle. If things go wrong, the entire administrative department or even the municipal government will suffer.
Section Chief Chen: "The secretary and the secretary have already gone over and are investigating. I'll be there soon. My husband has come to the hospital to take over. Don't worry, you go ahead and just explain the arrangements for today."
"well!"
Shen Tinglan hung up the phone and stood up suddenly.
The large group photo with a big hole in it was carried into the gap of the windowsill by the strong wind and was not easy to notice.
She hurriedly grabbed her coat, pulled it on, and took her car keys.
He trotted into the underground garage, opened the door, got in the car, started the engine, and stepped on the accelerator, all in one go.
Driving my beloved BMW mini, I rushed to the hotel.
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