Chapter 251: Lesson plans, how-to's, harvest season.

This question remained unanswered until Chi Xiaochi's summer vacation.

He sat across from Zhu Shoucheng to write Happy Summer Vacation.

Zhu Shoucheng poked his head out after writing a paragraph of a lesson plan on the computer and asked him, "Is there anything you don't know?"

Chi Xiaochi took a random geometry problem and asked for advice on where to draw the auxiliary lines.

He observed that Zhu Shoucheng was an extremely patient person.

It was not surprising that he had not been able to detect Zhu Shoucheng's malice when he was a child; for the first three days of tutoring, Zhu Shoucheng had not shown any attempts to cross the line, looking straight ahead without any distractions, and even Chi Xiaochi, who was already wary of him, could not find anything wrong with him.

All he could do was wait.

Like Chi Xiaochi, Zhu Shoucheng is also waiting.

Zhu Shoucheng is a seasoned hunter and Chi Xiaochi is one of the rare good hunters in his career.

If I can get Chi Xiaochi to fall in love with him too ......

If ......

With such a beautiful dream, after helping Chi Xiaochi to solve the geometry problem, Zhu Shoucheng went back to the computer and continued to write on the "lesson plan": Chi Xiaochi, who lacks love from his father and mother, should be cared for emotionally.

At the end, he added today's new edits to a folder called "Chi Xiaochi".

Every student he loves, has this exclusive folder on his computer.

The next day, after Chi Xiaochi came to his home, he held down the workbook he was about to open and, as if afraid that Chi Xiaochi's parents at work would hear him, shushed him and said gently, "We're not going to school today, let's go fishing with the teacher."

As he expected, Chi Xiaochi blinked in surprise and amazement, "Fishing?"

Zhu Shoucheng knows that few kids Chi Xiaochi's age really like to study, and would rather go out for a day of aimless wandering than spend an hour with a workbook.

Having been around children for many years, Zhu Shoucheng's adult demeanor is mixed with a childishness that doesn't match his age, which makes it easy for him to give children the illusion that he's in the same country as me, making them feel close to him.

He laughed and said, "Yes. Teacher wants to be lazy today and doesn't want to go to class, can you stay with teacher?"

It's easy to get closer to your child quickly by playing with him, pleasing him, and then sharing the same secret with him.

Zhu Shoucheng takes Chi Xiaochi to a fishing pond he frequents.

The owner of the fish pond recognized him, and when he saw him carrying a fishing rod, he greeted him warmly: "Mr. Zhu, bringing students to fish again."

Zhu Shoucheng nodded his head in greeting to his boss.

And that really piqued Chi Xiaochi's curiosity.

Zhu Shoucheng bowed his head, smiled and explained, "Teacher likes to fish."

He has researched and compared and fishing is a great activity to bring students to.

Boys of this age have rarely fished before, it's just a new name to hear and not something they would normally come forward to try, they tend to sit around for a while and then get antsy.

At times like these, it is time for Zhu Shoucheng to step in.

His fishing skills are quite superb, with hand-made bait, and understand the habits of the fish in this river, as long as the bait is secretly changed, within five minutes will be fish hooked.

At Chi Xiaochi's age, children of both genders tend to admire people who "easily do things they cannot do".

After about half an hour, Zhu Shoucheng takes Chi Xiaochi's rod and fishes for him, just as planned, while he spreads his legs on a small stool and snaps mosquitoes.

The water's edge is always full of mosquitoes, and without Zhu Shoucheng's reminder, Chi Xiaochi didn't bring anything with him, so Zhu Shoucheng lent Chi Xiaochi his own flower water that he had already prepared.

Watching the light green liquid swirl on his bare arms and calves, Zhu Shoucheng gulped softly, properly restraining the color of greed in his eyes.

"Xiaochi, your legs are so white and straight." Zhu Shoucheng's compliment, which was not laced with any carnal desires on the inside, was just like an ordinary genuine compliment, "Should go play basketball."

Chi Xiaochi bowed his head and coated his calves, the thin, soft muscles were pressed into a most wonderful curve under his palms, "I'm a good basketball player."

Zhu Shoucheng said, "Really? Let's spar some day?"

Chi Xiaochi is surprised: "Teacher can play basketball?"

At this moment, Zhu Shoucheng's rod was bent by a fat and stupid fish.

He flung the fish out of the water and dropped it to the ground.

Looking at Chi Xiaochi's eyes that lit up instantly, Zhu Shoucheng was satisfied.

He picked up the fish and removed the hook from its mouth, his eyes glowing with the same strange shimmer as the fish.

In the evening, he came home, fell into bed with his clothes on, pulled up his collar, and was filled with the garlicky aroma of baked fish.

But Zhu Shoucheng doesn't want to take a bath.

He recalled the way the teenager had chewed the fish in the light, and the feel of it as he peeled off the skin and separated the smooth flesh with his chopsticks.

He was a million times glad that he hadn't given up on this prey before.

Zhu Shoucheng thought that he had gotten love once again.

While he was in just the right mood, his son called with a good news call.

He said that his plan to work in the United States had been strongly commended by his superiors, and that, not surprisingly, he would have to go to the United States in about a week for preliminary work.

The son expressed strong reluctance on the phone, saying that the only thing he couldn't rest assured about was his elderly father, and asked if his father wanted to go abroad with him.

Zhu Shoucheng guarding his garden, just when the spring is in the air, and full of sweet love, how would agree to such a proposal, mildly refused: "Good, just as we previously agreed, I will go to you as soon as I retire, and then in the United States for you to Plum to bring the child, ah."

The son on the other side of the phone choked up a bit and said that Plum would pack his bags for him, and that he wanted to grab a couple days to go home to be with his father while he remained in the country.

This has definitely disrupted the rhythm of Zhu Shoucheng's strategy.

But he knows quite a bit about how to run his image, so, after putting the phone down, he made a personal trip to Chi's house to take a two-day vacation from Chi Xiaochi's parents.

For the next two days, all he could do was peek through the doorway and watch Xiaochi pass outside, listening to the sound of him descending the stairs two steps at a time, as well as the sound of video game music coming from the room diagonally across the hall downstairs, and imagining the look on Chi Xiaochi's face as he did it all, filled with sweetness.

Zhu Shoucheng was a very affectionate man, and when he made up his mind to fall in love with each of his students, he immersed himself in it wholeheartedly, and as a result, he gained a brand new youth every time.

After his son reluctantly bids him farewell, Chi Xiaochi once again begins his daily tutoring.

In order to dilute the boredom with studying that might arise after he had played to his heart's content, and also to prevent him from transferring this boredom to himself, Zhu Shoucheng did not rush to instruct him in his homework, but instead chatted idly during tutoring time, asking him with concern: "Xiaochi, you have a bit of a red rash on your body."

Chi Xiaochi lifts her arms, "Uh-huh. I'm especially prone to rashes when the seasons change."

"We are here is an old building old building, already humid, and then hot, but not easy to grow rashes." Zhu Shoucheng took out the ointment specializing in the treatment of dermatitis, and said as if he had no intention of saying, "It's an old problem, haven't your parents thought of preparing some medicine for you?"

Chi Xiaochi bristled, "They won't care about such things. They'll just think I've been bitten by a mosquito."

Zhu Shoucheng shook his head and said, "Not like that."

Zhu Shoucheng's notes clearly state that there are a few simple tricks to gaining the empathy of young boys; scold teachers, scold parents, and talk about girls.

A hundred tries.

The results didn't disappoint him this time either.

Zhu Shoucheng easily pried open Chi Xiaochi's box, and the two spit on Chi's parents, talking about the dusk, Chi Xiaochi more and more angry, do not even want to go home, betting that it is not a place to play on the ground, as well as in the teacher's place to play.

Zhu Shoucheng sniffed, a small fire gurgling in his heart, roasted to the point that his throat burned with thirst.

Still, he adhered to the steps of his pre-written lesson plan and gently said, Home is still home, but the door to the teacher's home is always open to you if you wish.

The way things are going is so just right that it even makes Zhu Shoucheng feel a bit bored.

This hunt was literally no challenge for the veteran hunter.

The good thing is that the prey is tantalizing enough to cut down the boredom of the chase considerably.

For nearly half a month of tutoring time, Zhu Shoucheng carefully took care of this beautiful fruit, and silently ripened it a little bit.

Summer is a great time for harvesting.

One day at noon, when the electric switch clicked off, when he tossed and turned in his bed in a sweaty heap and realized that he missed Chi Xiaochi more than he could stand, Zhu Shoucheng knew that it was time.

Zhu Shoucheng wore slippers and got out of bed, doing a thorough job of checking everything, checking the refrigerator and keeping candy in the nightstand.

Every child, after being harvested, gets a candy.

As Zhu Shoucheng spread the sheet a little, he touched a thin halo of light brown, and then it occurred to him that this sheet seemed to have been used by the last child who had lain here.

The blood on it, you can't wash it off.

Zhu Shoucheng still vaguely remembers the child's blank stare as he lay on his bed after the incident.

He whispered, "Teacher, did I do something wrong?"

Zhu Shoucheng told him it was love and then took his picture.

...... is meticulous in every way.

Zhu Shoucheng, as a skilled laborer, knew all too well the intensity of a boy's shame.

They don't speak out about the hurt they've suffered because the world talks about sex every day.

If a weak girl can rely on the "natural physical vulnerability of women" to add a layer of inexorable sadness when she is hurt, a boy doesn't even deserve that, and even gets a disdain for his masculinity on top of the hurt.

"Won't you run."

"Can't even fight?".

"Then you're really wasted, you can't even fight."

Boys who were hurt at an early age are often 100 times more shy than girls, and are unwilling to talk about it even anonymously on the Internet, preferring to keep the matter composted and rotting in their own hearts, with their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys rotting away, rather than show it to anyone else.

The photos and videos left behind by Zhu Shoucheng cut off their last shred of courage to retaliate.

Unless Zhu Shoucheng was killed, no one would dare to guarantee that these things left behind in their ignorance would not be spread out, would not destroy the family they already had, destroy their reputation, and reduce them to that bit of gossip and laughing stock for other people's after-dinner meals.

Their lives had been cut from wounded roots, and were they to choke out the flowers they had so easily produced in the ruins because of this man.

As a result, in the end, only a seemingly light-hearted, but in fact, a lot of holes in the "forget it".

Zhu Shoucheng did not change the sheet.

He went to Chi Xiaochi's door and knocked.

"Did you take a nap? The power's out here and it's weirdly hot, I have green bean lollipops at home, are you coming."

Inside, the sleepy-eyed child followed, unsuspectingly as usual, with his school bag.

Zhu Shoucheng gazed in fascination at the child eating a green bean popsicle across the street and gently wiped the corner of his lips with a piece of paper.

Chi Xiaochi subconsciously ducked at first, but soon tamed down, "Thank you, teacher."

A beautiful child is most tantalizing no matter what she says.

And a beautiful and tame child, in Zhu Shoucheng's opinion, is even more of a gem in this world.

Zhu Shoucheng speaks softly and frantically of love, tenderly, praisingly, overflowing with the poetry and passion of prose poetry.

It went better than could be imagined, and Chi Xiaochi, as clueless as any child he'd ever seen, lay down on the bloodied sheet at his command.

Zhu Shoucheng was about to cover his body and press down on his fruit, ready to harvest, when he abruptly froze.

"...... teacher."

Chi Xiaochi's voice sounded a little shaky, but Zhu Shoucheng no longer had time to tell whether it was due to fear or excitement.

"Why aren't you moving?"

Cold sweat beaded on Zhu Shoucheng's back.

...... He didn t know when the paper cutter was in Chi Xiaochi s hand.

And now the tip of the knife, glistening with snow, was resting between his legs.