A Thousand Thoughts

When Tang Xu moved to a new office in the past year, Tang Cuo heard about it and naturally wanted to go take a look.

 This office is much smaller than the previous one, but it is a single room, which is superior. They had just entered the room and had not yet stood firm when the phone rang. The call was a bit long and sounded like they were discussing some design plans with a research institute. While Tang Xu leaned on the desk to make the call, Tang Cuo looked around by himself, studying every nook and cranny of the green plants placed around the office.

 When Tang Xu finally hung up the phone, he couldn’t find Tang Cuo. He looked towards the bookshelf and called out, “Sihang?”

 There was a sound from behind the bookshelf, and half a body appeared.

 Tang Cuo looked at him from the bookshelf but didn’t move.

 “I found…” he began slowly, “there’s a blind spot behind you.”

 He spoke softly, pretending to be casual.

 Tang Xu was taken aback for a moment, then immediately wanted to laugh. But he quickly held it in and just made a “Hmm” sound. He then lowered his head and pretended to tidy up the files on the desk, deliberately sitting behind the desk.

 Seeing his reaction, Tang Cuo stood there in silence.

 The person behind the desk looked up and pretended to be puzzled. “Why are you standing there? Come over here.”

 But Tang Cuo still didn’t move.

Tang Xu lowered his head to look at the documents again, and Tang Cuo felt itchy in his heart and couldn’t help but reach out and knock on the metal bookcase.

Twice.

“Uh?” Tang Xu raised his head and asked

But the person holding onto the bookcase just stared at him silently, as if he were not the one who knocked on the bookcase just now.

“Oh,” Tang Xu looked as if he understood everything, sitting steadily with his eyes lowered, and suddenly started talking about professional matters: “A cooperation partner just called to coordinate technical conditions. Can you give some advice…”

 But the person over there wasn’t listening.

 The iron cabinet was knocked again, three times this time.

 The person speaking stopped again and continued to act coyly. “What’s wrong?”

 Tang Cuo finally moved and asked lazily, “Won’t you come and take a look?”

 Teacher Tang achieved his goal and reluctantly got up. Just as he walked to the dead corner, he was pulled around by the person behind him and bumped into the wall.

 The little guy kissed him sweetly, making him almost want to spin around while hugging him.

 During the kiss, Tang Cuo vaguely felt that the person’s smile at the corner of his mouth was not quite right, so he began to suspect that he had just been teased.

 As he thought more and more, he felt that something was wrong, so he kissed fiercely with a mix of shyness and anger.

 But soon he felt a little weak, and his body began to soften. He went from being the kisser to being kissed. He didn’t know when their position changed, but he ended up being pushed against the wall. However, when a hand reached into Tang Cuo’s clothes and made him feel a tingling sensation around his waist, he suddenly woke up, panicked, and quickly pulled away, bending over and moving away from Tang Xu’s side.

 A low laugh followed, making his face even redder.

 Tang Xu leaned against the wall, watching him fidget with his shirt, and asked, “Is that all you’ve got?”

 Tang Cuo blushed and looked at him, pulling at the hem of his shirt. “Just that.”

 He just wants to kiss him; he doesn’t think this person is completely out of control.

 “I’m doing this for your own good,” Tang Cuo regained some calmness and started to make face-saving excuses. “I’m afraid you might do something… improper here, which would damage the teacher’s morality.”

 Tang Xu laughed again. “Improper things? You went abroad, and your Chinese level has improved a lot, huh? You’re not the same person you were the first time.”

 The first time, without saying a word, he brought the person back to his home. The little kid in front of him was holding a plastic bag; his face was turning red, and he couldn’t even say a word.

 Tang Xu pulled him back again, kissed him, and held him, saying, “Besides, you’re not my student anymore.”

 On the day they left school, Tang Cuo was still debating the idea of “once a teacher, always a teacher.” Tang Xu let him talk and turned the steering wheel to the right.

 “Are we going to the supermarket?” Tang Cuo stopped temporarily when he saw that they were on the wrong road and asked curiously, “Why are we going there?”

 “Well…” Tang Xu hesitated and said, “We ran out of tools for our inappropriate activities, so we need to replenish them.”

 Tang Cuo didn’t have the thick skin of Tang Xu, and he didn’t say anything for a while.

 Watching him get out of the car with his ears turning red and his head slightly lowered, feeling embarrassed yet still needing to accompany him in their inappropriate activities. Tang Xu thought to himself that his little boy hadn’t changed at all.