Confession

As soon as September passed, the rainy season came one after another, and it rained every day for a while, and the weather suddenly became cooler. Xu Sui had never seen Zhou Jingze since last time talking in the car.

When Xu Sui went to work during the day and went home to rest in the evening, he would think of Zhou Jingze's expression that night. After he heard her words, his black eyes became gloomy for a moment, and then he calmly said goodnight to her. .

He never appeared again.

Xu Sui is also busy and has been living a serious life. After get off work, he occasionally goes to see the band touring or drinks with friends. When he is alone at home, he is doing fitness and reading, and his life is fulfilling.

Last week, Xu Suiyou didn't go to the flight base to ask for leave. When he went this week, the sky was gloomy, with gusts of cold wind, and a cloud of dark clouds pressed down, as if there were signs of rain. The trainees on the playground wear training uniforms and train on suspended ladders and solid rolls to improve their physical fitness for high-altitude flight.

A man with a slender figure turned his back to Xu Sui, blowing a whistle to integrate the team. His shoulders were broad, and his index finger knuckle knocking on a file folder during training was very similar to Zhou Jingze.

Xu Sui sat in the car, thinking it was him, and couldn't help but look through the window.

It just so happened that the other party turned his head back, it was a face with a completely different look and temperament.

With a whistle, the team disbanded.

A group of young people scattered like birds and beasts with a "boom", and Xu Sui happened to find a car to park in the open space in the base. After getting off the car, the gravel ground under my feet was wet because it had just rained the night before, instead of being dusty like when the weather was good.

Every time Xu Sui ran over from the city all the way, he would often go back in ashes.

Several students stopped right in front to wash their hands. The water from the faucet was turned on and flushed into the water tank. They were washing their hands and chatting.

"This instructor is much looser than instructor Zhou, if only he could take us all the time." A boy exclaimed.

"Tsk, Instructor Zhou, the **** instructor is the devil." Someone tweeted.

"Hey, I just ask him to get sick for two more days, otherwise my old life will be tossed for him." Someone agreed.

Xu Sui happened to press the car to lock the door, and when he heard their conversation, he couldn't help asking, "Didn't your instructor Zhou come?"

The students who were washing their hands looked back and saw Xu Sui saying hello, and shouted: "Hey, hello, Teacher Xu."

The faucet was still dripping, and it was fascinating. Someone explained: "Instructor Zhou is sick. I have asked for leave for these two days."

Xu Sui nodded, said nothing, turned and walked towards the lounge.

The sky seemed to be darker again, the sound of the wind became stronger, the red flags on the playground were fluttering violently in the wind, and the clouds seemed to be dripping with water.

It's going to rain heavily.

Xu Sui walked into the classroom in advance, checked the multimedia equipment, and tried the courseware on the notebook. After 15 minutes of rest, the class bell rang, and the students walked into the classroom one after another.

Xu Sui only needs to have one big class a week, with a ten-minute break in between, that is, two small classes.

In this lesson, Xu gave some first aid knowledge and invited the students to demonstrate. She was teaching the class seriously, and Xu Sui's thoughts were interrupted by a loud yawn, and there was a burst of laughter in the class.

A pair of almond eyes swept down, and it was a boy named Qian Sen. He leaned back on the chair without any formality. He was not shocked when he saw Xu looking at him, and he even rushed to her.

Xu Sui had an impression of this pair of students. I heard from the staff that the rich second generation, transfer students, college finance, came here on a whim after graduation and interested in learning flying, but he did not agree with the management and discipline here. It's a thorn.

"Quiet, you can go out if you don't want to go to class." Xu Sui's voice was cold.

The class was quieter now, and Xu Sui continued to lecture. Forty minutes later, the get out of class bell rang, the trainees were lying on the table, and some people got up and went to the corridor to blow the air.

A group of male students sat in the classroom and discussed three things: women, wine, and sneakers.

The wealthy elder brothers talked loudly about which club to open the card a while ago. They spent hundreds of thousands a night and who bought a joint baseball uniform.

But there are always people who are incompatible with them.

Within two minutes, they came in again, shook the water on their bodies and cursed: "It's raining heavily, I rely on it."

"The cold rain patted my face." Someone kicked the door tightly.

Xu Sui was sorting files on the podium, and couldn't help but look out of the window. Spicy white rain fell on his head like a white waterfall. The wind rushed in, flapping the window, making a whimper like a trapped beast.

The trainee sitting by the window hurriedly closed the window, and raindrops took advantage of the situation, and one or two drops splashed on Xu Sui's neck.

Xu Sui's eyes returned to the courseware in front of the computer. Suddenly, a voice called her. Xu Sui turned his head, he was a student, dressed clean and tidy, but the weather was very cold. He was wearing a coat that couldn't be thinner, with only a short sleeve inside.

He smiled shyly at Xu, and asked: "Teacher, the first aid posture you mentioned last time was the left hand on top of the right hand, holding the rib cage?

As he asked, Xu Sui noticed that the skin on the back of his hand was dry and cracked and blood stains came out. After a while, she regained her senses, and she said again to the other party carefully.

After speaking, the other party thanked Xu Sui. Upon seeing this, a male student on the right blew a long whistle and sneered brightly: "Oh, classmate, you are so serious, and you know how to ask questions."

Xu Sui's eyes swept over, and after receiving her warning look, the other party shrugged indifferently and stopped talking. The male student who asked the question lowered his head and was supposed to return to his seat, but in order to avoid conflict with them, he had to go out through the front door.

The student seemed quiet and dull, and even had a low self-esteem.

Xu Sui put down his courseware and went to the toilet.

In the hallway, the male student raised his hand and used his arm to block the rain coming in diagonally in the hallway. He hurried in from the back door. Who knew he walked too quickly and didn’t pay attention. He hit a person’s chest and accidentally brought the muddy water in the hallway. Splashed on his shoes.

The atmosphere stagnated.

Standing at the back door, Qian Sen looked down at his newly bought sneakers, a limited edition, brought over from the United States. After waiting for more than a month, he left a dirty watermark at this moment.

The other party was obviously panicking and kept apologizing.

After the other party apologized, he shrank his shoulders and was about to leave. Qian Sen grabbed his arm abruptly and stared at him with a sharp tone: "It's over?"

The originally noisy classroom calmed down, and they all looked at the back door in unison. One person is not too big to watch the excitement, and some people have sympathy in their eyes.

It's really miserable to provoke Qian Sen, the second generation of a scumbag who is ignorant and inexperienced.

"What are you going to do with my shoes?" Qian Sen asked.

The other party blushed, and couldn't get used to the gaze of so many people for a while, lowered his head and sighed: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

Qian Sen sneered and looked at him aloft, with a contemptuous tone: "Anyway, you can't afford to lose it. Why don't you even get your shoes **** if I soil your shoes?"

Without waiting for his consent, Qian Sen raised his foot and started to step on his shoes. The male student lowered his head, fingers clenched into fists and trembling, watching a pair of famous brand shoes slowly on his worn and worn-out uppers. Grind and step on the ground again.

The humiliation spread all over the body, and the process of enduring it was quite long.

After Qian Sen stepped on him, he was finally willing to let him go. The male student lowered his head and walked forward with a sigh of relief. Qian Sen patted the ashes on his body, and laughed with his friends:

"Oh, poor ghosts are also worthy to be pilots."

There was a burst of laughter, mixed with a little sneer. The male student had walked far away, but this time he suddenly turned his head, stepped forward in two steps, grabbed his collar, so a thin man dragged the strong Qian Sen onto the corridor and waved at him vigorously. Fist, red eyes:

"What did you say?"

Qian Senren was beaten for a second. He turned his face away and reacted. He spit on the ground and kicked the male student viciously: "Li Mingde, aren't you fucking? Poor ghost."

Every time Qian Sen punched him fiercely, he said something humiliating:

"It's **** bad, to be in the same group with poor people like you."

"Where did the tuition come from? Steal it."

"You can still be admitted as a pilot if you are a poor person?"

Li Mingde was very excited when he heard these words, and roared: "Why can't, my mother said it must be possible!"

He was just as if he had exploded, grabbing Qian Sen's arm and dragging it out, and the two of them started fighting in the playground. He knew that people like Qian Sen were the most decent, so he dragged him into the rain and beat him desperately.

The rain was heavy, like a white waterfall, and the wind was so strong that it was uprooted. Xu Sui went to the toilet and came back from a distance. He was shocked when he saw the students fight and hurried over.

The class bell rang, and everyone did not go to class and stood on the corridor watching. People who want to fight are also weak. The rain is too big and the sky is too cold. Who wants to go out to find sin.

Standing on the edge of the corridor, Xu Sui watched the two fighting together under the rain curtain, in a hurry. The two students fought during her class, and she should be responsible.

After asking why the two of them were fighting, she stared at her, gritted her teeth, and rushed out. The people next to her couldn't hold her back.

Xu Sui ran out, and the rain hit her face, causing her to speak intermittently: "Don't fight."

The sound of rain continued to patter, and the sound of the wind and the sound of fighting were mixed, and they could not hear Xu's words clearly. The rain was heavy, and the clothes on his body became heavier and soaked. Xu Sui was so ignited by the rain that he rushed up and separated the two of them. Qian Sen unexpectedly pushed hard.

Xu Sui didn't support it for a while, and he fell back uncontrollably.

I thought I would fall backwards, but one arm caught her firmly, and a familiar and bitter breath rushed in. There was a shadow on the top of my head, and the sound of rain stopped.

Xu Sui raised his eyes and saw Zhou Jingze who appeared here stared.

Zhou Jingze stood in front of her wearing a black jacket and holding a black umbrella. The hair on his forehead was a bit messy, and his face was a little pale. He held Xu Sui with one hand and lifted it up and stood firm.

He handed her the long-handled umbrella, Xu Sui was a little confused. Zhou Jingze directly grabbed her hand and asked her to hold the umbrella. As soon as the person moved, his long legs stepped into the rain.

Zhou Jingze walked over, separated them forcibly, dragged them separately, and dragged them into the corridor with a cold face. Li Mingde was okay, Zhou Jingze grabbed his collar with his left hand, and he could only stagger forward.

Qian Sen was miserable. He had just had a fight with someone in the mud and rain, and he was very embarrassed. Not to mention that he was wearing a brand name. Now it is so dirty that he is dressed like a construction site. Someone believes him.

Zhou Jingze grabbed Qian Sen's hat, his index and middle fingers wrapped around the two ropes of his hat, dragging him forward like trash.

Qian Sen has never been so embarrassed in his life.

Zhou Jingze threw the two to the ground with a cold voice: "Are you here to fight? Huh? It's not too shameful to push the teacher as well!"

"Just like you are still taking the pilot test, I will abolish you in the first discipline test." Zhou Jingze stared at the two people on the ground and said slowly.

There were more and more people watching. Xu Suihe closed the umbrella and stood aside. In fact, she was a bit cold. The crochet sweater that she wore on her upper half was wet and her hair was soaked.

Zhou Jingze looked at them and asked, "Who said first?"

The two lying on the ground struggled to stand up one after another, without speaking. The onlookers did not dare to say anything. Suddenly, Zhou Jingze put the phone in his jacket pocket and made a "ding" sound, indicating that WeChat had come in.

Zhou Jingze took out his cell phone and took a look. A student sent him a video. Zhou Jingze was not shocked by anyone, and directly opened the show. It is obvious who bullies others.

The expression on his face slowly changed.

Zhou Jingze's shoulders were dark, and the drops of water dripped from his brow bones. I don't know who handed him a pack of tissues next to him. Zhou Jingze took it and walked slowly to Li Mingde with a scrutinizing gaze.

Li Mingde kept bowing his head all the way, his whole body shrank together, and his body was dirty. He was very afraid of being punished by the instructor, and regretted that he was impulsive in his heart.

After all, if the instructor favors Qian Sen, his future flight path will not be easy.

Just like this, when Li Mingde was hesitating whether to apologize first, Zhou Jingze stood in front of him, suddenly squatted down, tore open the wet wipes package, still had a cigarette in his mouth, and wiped Li Mingde slowly under the eyes of everyone. Wearing trousers.

The scene was in an uproar.

Li Mingde backed up immediately, his neck flushed: "Instructor Zhou, I...I'm fine, you don't need to."

"Let you stand, what's so nonsense." Zhou Jingze's voice was vague.

When the two paper towels went down, they immediately became dirty and black. Zhou Jingze pinched a corner of the paper towel and suddenly said:

"Qian Sen, apologize."

It was the first time that Qian Sen was beaten so embarrassed. He didn't find Li Mingde to settle the account. It was not bad, and he apologized! He just took off his jacket, threw it on the trash can, and said in a disapproving tone: "Why, he hit me first! It was him who wanted to apologize—"

With a "pop", the black tissue slammed on his clothes with a swift force, and the gray mark added another mark to the dirty clothes.

"I'm your instructor! I've seen a lot of rich second generations like you, taking advantage of your family's momentum and taking shortcuts to mess things up," Zhou Jingze walked in front of him with both hands and looked at him, his tone slowly , Sneered, "I can't do anything in the end."

Someone said, "Yes, Qian Sen, can you apologize to others? Isn't it enough that you usually bully Li Mingde?"

"It's okay to apologize, because you did something wrong." someone in the crowd shouted.

Some people also joked, "Yes, you are like this. Who dares to take the plane you fly? If I were a passenger, I would definitely write a complaint to you!"

…

There were more and more voices condemning Qian Sen in the crowd. Zhou Jingze glanced at the expression on Qian Sen's face, angry and humiliated, as if trying to endure something.

He didn't expect this person to have any repentance.

Zhou Jingze retracted his gaze from him, turned around, holding Xu Sui’s wrist, who had already been so cold, and was about to leave. The rain outside was still falling, and still not closing, the rain drifted in diagonally and hit his face. Up, it hurts and cold.

He led Xu Suizheng to leave, and an explosive voice sounded behind him, with a mocking tone: "Aren't you also an instructor? Oh, no, you are also an instructor."

Zhou Jingze turned his head and looked at him straight, the original noisy crowd stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere froze.

He hasn't spoken, and the expression on his face has not changed. Only Xu Sui felt that his wrist was tight and tight, as if he was extremely depressed.

Qian Sen walked up to him, lowered his head and smiled. In front of everyone, the expression on his face was distorted because of anger. His tone was contemptuous, and his words were like a machete that pierced a person's heart. Concealed freshly scabbed scars:

"Instructor Zhou, everything about you was reported in the class. I heard that you may never be able to fly a plane. You can only stay in this mountain for the rest of your life! And I, have a great future and enjoy life."

What does it feel like to be underestimated by your own students? Xu Sui didn't dare to look at Zhou Jingze's reaction beside him, but felt his body tense like a bow, as if to be disconnected at any time.

She felt that it was possible that this scar had never been scabbed, it was better.

It's just that he hides it.

A violent and swift wind came through the hall, and Xu Sui only felt his eyes were blown astringent. Seeing what Qian Sen had to say, she stopped and said, "Don't say it!"

The atmosphere was stalemate, Zhou Jingze's pressure was really low, and his dark eyebrows pressed hostility and strong emotions, just when the students thought that Zhou Jingze was going to get angry, including Xu Suiye who thought he would or even beat people.

After all, when he was young, Zhou Jingze had a frivolous and proud personality. He had never been a sleepy beast. He had sharp horns on every side. Fighting was common when he was vigorous.

But he didn't.

Zhou Jingze only took a deep look at Qian Sen, and then he spoke for a while, his voice a little dumb:

"When you do what I do, I'll talk about it again."

After speaking, he withdrew his gaze on Qian Sen's face, concealed Xu Sui, with a turbulent face, pushed aside the crowd, and left.

The sky was dark and gray. His back was tall and straight, cut to pieces by the dim light, silent, without a trace of sky light.

In the instructor’s dormitory, a key with iron embroidery was inserted into the hole, twisted vigorously, and kicked by a big foot before opening it. As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Jingze picked up the remote control on the low cabinet and pressed it several times.

Xu Sui looked around. There were still bunk beds, empty on top. The lower bunk only had a pillow, a thin blanket, a table directly opposite, a beige wardrobe, a hot water bottle, and everything else. No.

"Are you sleeping here?"

"Occasionally." Zhou Jingze replied casually.

He was tinkering with the broken air conditioner. He deserved it casually. He didn't see her expression. He lowered his head, met Xu Sui's eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "I just came here during my lunch break."

And it's nothing.

He has long been used to it.

Xu Suibei's face was pale with cold, and her lips were a little purple. Zhou Jingze asked her to sit on the bed, opened the closet, and took out several coats of herself to wrap the person tightly.

He strode into the bathroom and tore off the water heater nozzle on the wall to test the water temperature. He raised his hand to turn on the switch and poured the water on the back of his hand. Zhou Jingze cursed "fuck" in a low voice.

The water is **** cold.

Zhou Jingze took out the bucket and washbasin in the bathroom, then took in the cold water with a kettle, heated it up, and poured it in. He glanced at Xu Sui: "You bear it."

Xu Sui shook his head and said, "It's okay."

The water finally heated up, and Zhou Jingze found an unused dry towel for her. Xu Sui walked into the bathroom shivering and closed the door with a "bang".

Zhou Jingze went out, stood in the corridor and smoked a cigarette. He raised his eyelids and looked at the rain outside, as if it were a little lighter. After smoking out a cigarette, he entered the door, his body was too wet, and he planned to change his clothes and go out.

He took out a set of clothes from the closet, and when he was about to change, he glanced in the direction of the left hand and his eyes stopped. The bathroom door is a frosted glass door, and Xu Sui's movements of taking off his clothes can be seen clearly.

Xu Suidan was wearing a corset and seemed to be a bit stuck when she took off her high-waisted jeans. She tugged, the jeans came off, and the two slender and straight legs were dazzling.

She draped her long hair behind her, bent her arms, and went to the back. With a "click", the buttons on her bodice were unbuttoned, completely round, and half-shaded by the shadow of the door.

Zhou Jingze looked dry, his lower abdomen tightened, he immediately retracted his gaze, unable to look anymore, he hurriedly changed his clothes and ran out again.

…

Xu Sui's bath is always slow. She feels much more comfortable after taking a hot bath, and her body is warm. She walked out after washing and found that the dormitory was empty and empty.

She looked out subconsciously and found that Zhou Jingze was standing in the corridor outside the door. He was wearing a black Parker jacket, with thin and broad shoulders, smoking a cigarette with one hand.

The rain closed a little and fell in a straight line, leaving a blur in the distance. He was smoking a cigarette, the blue smoke rolled out of his thin lips, and he squinted straight ahead, with an air of carelessness, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know why, Xu Sui always feels that there is a lonely defeat in his back.

A cigarette burned out, Zhou Jingze squeezed out the trash can he was about to throw away. Turning his head, he saw Xu Sui who had taken a shower, and the cigarette made a "boom" and went out.

Zhou Jingze walked toward her, looked at Xu Sui's wet hair, and said, "I'll get you a hair dryer."

Xu Sui pointed to the wound on his brow bone and at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Take care of the wound."

It should have been twice when he was pulling the frame just now.

Zhou Jingze was opening the closet to find the hair dryer. He was startled when he heard the words, and smiled: "Yeah."

Xu Sui took the white hair dryer and slid the switch upwards. The hair dryer buzzed and blew his hair. And Zhou Jingze found a medicine box under the bed, sat on the side of the bed, picked up the phone as a mirror and started to treat his wounds.

With a hair dryer in her right hand, Xu Sui was blowing her hair. At a glance, she saw Zhou Jingze applying medicine on her face brutally and indiscriminately. She couldn't stand it. With a "slap", she turned off the switch of the hair dryer and looked at him: " Let me do it."

Zhou Jingze handed her the medicine, and Xu Sui took it and gave him the medicine. As a doctor, Xu Suishangyao is undoubtedly professional and skilled. She dipped a cotton swab with iodine, gently tapped the wound on his brow bone, and moved it to the corner of her lips.

There were only two people breathing in the room, and Xu Sui took the medicine seriously. Zhou Jingze looked condescendingly at the woman in front of him, wearing his gray sweater, because the sleeves were too long and he had to pull up twice, revealing his arms like white lotus root.

Outside the window, there was rain slashing in, Xu Sui wore large men's slippers, and his clean toes flinched. Zhou Jingze's throat was itchy, and his eyes were filled with emotion for a moment.

Xu Sui glanced up inadvertently and collided with his gaze in mid-air.

Her eyes were still clear and quiet, and her lips were pale red, but her expression carried a natural charm.

She seems to have a random movement, even a look in her eyes can make him breathing disorder. She obviously didn't do anything, but she hooked out her physical desires.

A pair of eyes, like a tangled net, he fell into a trap willingly.

Xu Sui took the lead to look away, handed him the medicine, and said, "It's done."

Zhou Jingze reached out to get the medicine, but grabbed her by the hand, and pulled people into his arms. Xu Sui's elbow was in front of his chest, and the two of them were very close, unable to distinguish whose heartbeat was, quickly.

The rain outside became dense again, and Xu Sui's hair was draped behind him, half dry, water drops dropped slightly along the hair, and the floor was wet.

Xu Sui had a strand of wet hair sticking to his collarbone. He still held her hand tightly, rubbed her forehead with the thumb of the other hand, and hooked the broken hair to the back of his head, still gentle.

The light and shadow in the room were dim, and the hot wind from the old-fashioned air conditioner made people dizzy. Xu Sui raised his eyes and was flustered by his scorching eyes. The two were too close together, so close that only each other could see each other.

It seems to have forgotten everything.

Zhou Jingze tilted his head and kissed it. Xu Sui watched him slowly leaning over, and his thumb stroked her cheek, at the critical moment of 0.01 meters.

When the lips are about to touch.

Xu Sui turned his head and avoided.

He finally kissed her right ear, and his lips touched the little red mole on it.