It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

The little girl shook her head desperately.

I thought hard, but couldn't describe it.

Temperament is something mysterious.

"It's your illusion." Tong Yao tapped Dong Yang's head, while Ruan Qian behind him smiled without saying anything.

It is now nine o'clock in the morning, but it was only six o'clock when they woke up. The two of them couldn't help it and tossed and turned in bed for a while before getting up. Tong Yao's legs were weak when she got out of bed.

The three of them were eating noodles at the table. While eating, Dong Yang asked happily:

"Can Ruan Xi sleep in from now on?"

Ruan Qian blinked and said, "Yes."

She is still a little uncomfortable leaving her senior year of high school and her biological clock hasn't adjusted yet.

However, it’s really nice to sleep in.

Especially with Teacher Tong.

Ruan Qian seemed to have more time all of a sudden. When she was planning her time, she found that after drawing comics, she had plenty of free time every day.

"The results will be out on the 25th, right?" Tong Yao asked.

"Ah."

"Do you want to check the answers?"

"Ah? Then...don't do it." The little girl was timid. "It won't change anything if I find out that I made a mistake in the questions and it will affect my mood for the next few days."

"Okay, then don't give the wrong answer." Tong Yao was just teasing her, "With so many days to go, do you want to go somewhere to have some fun? Go on a trip?"

When Dongyang heard about traveling, her eyes lit up. She had only been to her hometown and Changsha, and she was extremely curious about the outside world.

The little girl had no objection and said softly:

"Teacher Tong, please decide."

Right after the exam, the class group was still very active. Everyone made plans to get together, and some people even invited friends to travel together. Although no one will talk in the group in a few months, it still looks very warm now.

"Okay then," Tong Yao took out her phone and typed a few text messages, "Let's just stay within the province. We can travel by car and arrange accommodation."

The final destination of the tour was decided to be Xiangxi.

On the day of departure, Tong Yao drove a Land Rover over early in the morning, looking mighty and domineering. The little girl sat on the passenger seat, and Dong Yang was rejoicing alone in the huge space at the back, with several large bags full of snacks around him, feeling extremely happy.

The further we drove west, the more mountains there were. Far away from the city, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, and there were farmers driving cattle, sheep, pigs and horses on the highway. The first time I saw the horse, Dong Yang passed by so far that I still looked back at the window.

"Aunt," Dong Yang thought thoughtfully, "Why do princes always ride white horses?"

"Because he's handsome." Tong Yao said, "But I like dark horses."

Ruan Qian's ears moved and turned slightly red.

"Dark horse?" Dong Yang was curious.

“Dark horse doesn’t refer to the color,” Tong Yao said, smiling as she held the steering wheel. “It refers to the person who was not favored before but who unexpectedly became a big hit in the end.”

Ruan Qian's face turned even redder.

Dong Yang looked confused, and Tong Yao smiled and said, "When you go to school and take Chinese lessons, you will understand."

In fact, it’s not far away. Dongyang will go to elementary school in September.

"Then, can the princess ride a white horse?" The little girl kept asking questions.

"Yes."

Dongyang suddenly realized and imagined the heroic scene of the Princess on White Horse.

The car drove for a long five hours.

When he arrived at the toll booth, Dong Yang looked up and saw two big red signs with the word "Phoenix" written on them, and his mouth opened in surprise.

"Is there a fire phoenix in this place?"

What kind of city would have such a magnificent and glorious name?

The nursery rhyme did not break the child's lovely fantasy, saying:

"Yes, I have."

"It's the Phoenix Ancient Town where Shen Congwen came from, right?" Ruan Qian had just graduated and had not yet returned the knowledge she had learned to the labor camp. "Border Town was what we studied last semester."

"You have a pretty good memory." Tong Yao laughed.

When she arrived at the hotel, Tong Yao got her room card and booked a double room near the mountains and the water. The room was classical in style, with wooden furniture. When she opened the curtains, she could see lush trees outside, which was completely different from the modern city of Changsha.

"Auntie, do you want to go play later?" Dong Yang asked excitedly.

"Ah... I'm tired of driving, let me take a rest first." She lay down on the bed, feeling that her limited energy had been exhausted, and she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

"Oh..." Dongyang was sensible enough not to bother her. He put on his headphones and took out his tablet to look for cartoons.

"Teacher Tong," Ruan Qian sat on her bed with her back to Dong Yang and said softly, "Let me give you a massage."

massage?

Tong Yao suddenly lost her sleepiness, opened her eyes nervously, and whispered:

"Don't make trouble..."

"It's a real massage." The little girl whispered, smiling like a little devil.

After saying that, Ruan Qian placed her hands on Tong Yao's calves and pressed gently. For a moment, Tong Yao really thought that she was going to get a serious massage.

But the next second, this hand no longer behaved.

She was wearing a corseted dress, which only protected her from passers-by but not from the softness, which made her gasp:

"Don't..."

"Ah."

Ruan Qian smiled at her, and what happened next really became a massage.

The presence of the winter sun makes the body become a fragile dandelion, which seems to fall apart at the slightest touch.

Ruan Qian turned around and saw the child was engrossed in watching the cartoon. She turned back and tilted her head:

"Does Teacher Tong like it?"

Tong Yao groaned and refused to speak.

The little girl's smile became even brighter.

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When Tong Yao woke up, she faced the bed next to her and saw a little girl drawing on that bed, while Dong Yang watched quietly.

"And then add some details," she heard the girl say.

She rubbed her eyes and wanted to get up, but Dongyang said expectantly:

"Aunt, Ruan Qian is almost done with her painting. Can you please stay still?"

The little girl turned over the drawing board, and Tong Yao looked closely and saw her own sleeping face.

Ok.

"Then I'll lie down for a while." She sighed, "What time is it?"

"It's seven o'clock, aunt." Dongyang's voice was soft.

"It's time for dinner then."

I didn't expect to sleep for the whole afternoon.

She stretched her neck and glanced at the window, only to find a familiar pair of underwear hanging there. She shook herself and curled up her legs, and sure enough, there was nothing between her legs.

...Fortunately, the skirt was long enough so that Dongyang wouldn't notice anything when he walked around.

At night, the fishing lights on the river reflect the moonlight. Fenghuang Ancient Town is surrounded by mountains. Walking among the quaint buildings, you really feel like you have traveled to a paradise. It's like a bustling street market in a costume TV series, and even the lanterns look antique.

"What to eat..."

Walking on the old street, Tong Yao took Dong Yang for a stroll, while Ruan Qian stayed beside her, silently thinking about the plot of the comic.

At this time, a large group of people came towards them. It was unclear whether they were tour groups or self-driving tourists. The narrow street suddenly became crowded. Tong Yao led the little girl to avoid the crowd. Suddenly, bursts of barking of dogs came from the crowd.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

It was a large dog, rushing out from a crowd of people amid screams and rushing towards Dong Yang - Tong Yao's heart almost stopped - but there was a rope around its neck, and it was pulled more than a meter away from them, and it was in place in an attacking posture, with sharp and salivating teeth in its mouth.

Dongyang was so scared that she was about to cry. Tongyao hurriedly protected her and glared at the dog's owner.

"Sorry, sorry," the dog's owner, a middle-aged man, came out with a smile on his face and said, "It doesn't bite."

After saying that, he made a gesture of letting go, and the dog pounced on them again. This time, even Tong Yao was frightened. In panic, she saw Ruanruan's hand blocking her. Fortunately, it was just a joke. The man pulled the dog back and said:

"It's okay, I'm holding it."

Tong Yao was completely furious, but before she could say anything, she heard the little girl's soft but firm voice:

"Are you sick?

“What if you accidentally bite someone?

“What if I accidentally scare someone?

"If I drop something valuable, will you compensate me?"

There was boundless rage suppressed in his words, and anyone bystander could sense the sharp edge.

A little girl wearing a tour guide hat also whispered:

"Sir, please apologize..."

Many people who were frightened just now came to their senses and began to blame the man. The man wanted to say something back, but there were too many people around him, which angered everyone, so he had to leave with a few companions.

Before leaving, she glanced at the young tour guide, and the meaning was very simple - she didn't need her as a guide anymore.

The tour guide stood there in a daze, muttering:

"The money hasn't been settled yet..."

The crowd dispersed, and the absurd farce ended hastily.

Tong Yao kissed the frightened little girl on the forehead and coaxed her, "It's okay, it's okay."

Dong Yang held her and stammered, "Yeah."

She looked at the little girl again and said teasingly:

"You were quite brave just now."

Ruan Qian blushed and said softly: "I must protect you..."

After comforting the child, Tong Yao walked forward and smiled at the stunned little tour guide:

"Thank you for speaking for us just now. Are you a tour guide?"

The tour guide came back to her senses, quickly put on her hat, nodded and said:

"Yes, do you need a tour guide? I'm half the price of others!"

"Really?" Tong Yao was curious, "You look too young, aren't you a middle school student?"

The young tour guide was not tall, and looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was probably not a regular employee, and was probably a junior high school student working part-time during the summer vacation.

"I'm almost in high school..." As expected, the girl stammered, "But I grew up here, and my explanations are really no worse than other tour guides."

It's really easy to refuse to take money from minors.

Tong Yao thought of the man just now, shook her head and said:

"Then we'll give you the same price as other tour guides. Are you free these days?"

"Yes, I'm on summer vacation!"

"Well, what should I call you?"

"My last name is Duan, Duan Chunqing."