PS. 1437

fourteen

"Honey, there is something you must do before you go abroad." She said one day after returning from school.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Learn to drive. If you don't know how to drive in the United States, you have no mobility." She said, and I suddenly remembered.

"Oh good." I nodded.

After that, besides going to school and reading, I had one more thing, learning to drive.

But it was not difficult. After more than a month, I successfully got my driver's license.

On the day I got my driver's license, I showed her the driver's license as soon as she came home.

"I'll drive the car for you in the future." She sat on the sofa and said, looking at my driver's license.

"What, what, what, what?" She drove a 911!

"I said, I will drive the car for you in the future." She didn't seem to understand my surprise.

"Your car is a 911!" I said.

"And then?" She still didn't understand my surprise.

"I'm a novice, and then you want me to drive a sports car worth 800 million... What if I get scratched? It costs tens of thousands of dollars to paint it?" I looked at her and said.

"Oh, but I'd rather you scratch your 800 million car than accidentally get into a car accident and your car will rot together. You will be more careful when driving an expensive car, won't you?" She asked me back.

I nodded irrefutably.

"Why do you think that an 800 million car is the same as a 60 RV." I asked helplessly.

"No, compared to you, 800 million is nothing." She looked at me seriously and said.

I could feel myself flushing suddenly.

"It's blushing, so cute." She touched my face, then pinched it.

"You just like to tease me." I complained, but I was pulled into her arms obediently.

"Be careful when driving, okay? It doesn't matter if you're in America or Taiwan." She hugged me and said.

"I see." I buried my head in her neck.

After that, she literally wanted me to drive, take her to school, and then pick her up from school.

Luckily her car has dark thermal paper on it, I still don't want to be seen.

She was right, because it was 911, so I was very careful when driving. Although she kept telling me that it was okay to get scratched, I was still afraid.

However, I finally got it.

"Teacher, I scratched the car." When I heard the sound of the car sheet metal scraping the wall, I called her and told her.

"Oh yeah, are you there yet?" she asked me.

"I just arrived, you can come down now," I said.

"Okay, wait for me for 5 minutes." She finished and hung up the phone.

Then I started to wait, 5 long minutes.

Very punctual, 5 minutes later she appeared in my line of sight.

But she got into the car directly, as if I didn't tell her that the car was scratched.

"That..." I said nervously.

"I know, let's go first and see when we get home." She put on her seat belt and motioned for me to drive.

For the first time, I felt that the way home from school was so long.

When I parked the car in the garage, she opened the door and got out of the car, and I got out of the driver's seat tremblingly.

She stood at the rear of the car, where the scratches were, and looked around.

"Come and see." She beckoned me over.

I moved stiffly beside her.

"What are you afraid of," she said, hooking my waist with her hand, and looking closely at the scratch about ten centimeters long with me.

"It's okay, I thought I was going to see a shade of gray." She rubbed my head.

"It's scratched like this, because you put too much on the steering wheel at once, so it scratched." She looked at the scratches and said to me.

"In the future, when reversing, turn the steering wheel little by little. If you are afraid that the amount will not be accurate, you can slowly turn the steering wheel when you lightly release the brakes. Both of them are little by little. It doesn't matter, just take it slowly. ’ She looked at the scratches and explained to me.

I was dumbfounded when I heard that, she actually knew how I scratched by looking at the scratches.

"You are amazing." I said from the bottom of my heart.

"Of course, I have driven more bridges than you have driven kilometers." She said smugly.

"Can you take me to a drag race next time?" I looked at her and asked.

"Why?" She picked up her bag and walked to the elevator.

"I just want to see you like that, I've never seen it before." I said after her.

"Give it a chance." She stepped into the elevator, but I got the feeling she didn't want to.

"Oh, fine." I respected her decision.

In this way, until I went abroad, I was the one who drove 911.

She doesn't care about the big and small scratches, "We'll deal with it together after you go abroad." She always said that.

How fast can a year go by?I said, it's almost over in a blink of an eye.

We hugged in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of her house and wished each other a happy new year.

"What's your New Year's wish?" She asked, looking at me locked in her arms.

"Hopefully we can stay together forever." I said as she looked into my eyes.

She smiled, and I kissed her lips, letting desire flow between us.

Clothes fell on the floor one by one, and the tidy bed gradually became messy with more and more intense body movements. We already knew each other's bodies very well, but we both tacitly avoided each other's sensitive areas, as if we were just scratching the surface. Around, teasing the limit of lust.

"Honey, I must say, you've improved a lot, but..." She took advantage of my distraction to listen to her whispering in my ear, and pushed me down on the bed forcefully.

"Let me do it first." After she finished speaking, she directly sucked my already firm nipples.

Panting uncontrollably, I put my hands on her head and arched my body slightly to let her know that I wanted more.

"Hey, today will make you comfortable." Her voice was sexy, hypnotizing my senses.

Having sex with her is full of security. She can always cooperate with my body's reaction and make me lose my mind step by step.

"I know, you love me licking you the most, don't you?" She gently kissed the inside of my thigh near my pussy.

"Yes..." I twisted my body, eagerly longing for her tongue.

I heard her chuckle slightly as she covered my wet pussy with her lips.

Then I heard myself screaming lustfully, and I felt her tongue circling my clit, light and hard.

Afterwards, I lost my mind, I could only feel her fingers in my body, eagerly moving in and out; I also heard the sound of my lower body being wet, mixed with shouting, and then I collapsed on the bed weakly, letting her fingers lightly Gently backed out of my body, kissed my forehead lightly, and stroked my sweaty bangs.

"This year, I'm the first to touchdown!" She said, kissing my eyebrow.

"Damn it, how could it be like this." I gasped and complained.

"Hey, I love you the most." She comforted me, then kissed me, and put my hand on her chest.

I know what she wants.

I turned over and straddled her, and slid my fingers lightly on her body, enjoying watching her bewildered expression.

"Did you tease me instead?" She squinted at me.

I leaned down and let my tongue intertwine with hers. My hands gently kneaded her twin peaks. Her whimpers melted in my mouth, and her body burned under me.

I left her lips and went all the way through her chin, neck, collarbone, and chest. Of course, I would not let go of her already stiff chest and lick it lightly.

"Suck me," she ordered like a queen.

I obediently followed suit, sucking lightly and heavily.Her voice became more and more excited, and my hand moved gently back and forth between her legs, teasing her.

"Give it to me quickly..." Her voice gradually turned into a whisper.

My fingers left her sensitive zone and my mouth took over the work of my hands.

She started screaming, full of desire, and my tongue kept attacking her already congested and swollen clit, licking, circling, sucking, enjoying her screams.

"Don't tease me, give it to me quickly..." Her words were broken.

My fingers returned to their proper positions, and once again I closed her nipples with my mouth.

I began to obediently listen to her instructions and use both my words and hands to push her to the peak of lust.

Afterwards, she lay panting under me, dripping with sweat, and I watched her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she gasped.Lie back gently beside her, clasping fingers and looking at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking?" After a while, she turned over and lay half on top of me, resting her head on the crest of my neck.

"You didn't say your wish." I kissed her forehead.

"My wish... I hope you can go abroad smoothly, get a degree smoothly, and then settle down willingly." She hooked my neck and said.

"You'll be my security." I put her hand to my lips and kissed it.

She smiled slightly.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked her.

"I often feel that being with you has an unreal sense of happiness." She kissed my neck.

I didn't interrupt and waited for her to continue.

"There is a 16-year difference between us. I'm your teacher, and I'm married, and I have a son who is about your age... You know, at the beginning, I would feel like a pervert. In this old society In a relationship that seems to be unethical, I am happier than before." On her face, there was a haze that I was never familiar with.

"You said that I am special to you, why exactly?" I propped my head up and looked at her.

"I'll tell you this question after you really settle down." After she finished speaking, she kissed my lips lightly, and then hugged me and lay down.

Although I am always curious, I also know what she doesn't want to say. Even if I lose patience when I ask, she will still coax me patiently with a smile. She has a kind of gentle persistence that can always soften me easily. temper.

I quietly hugged her lying on me, and pulled up the quilt to cover us. Soon, her breathing became steady, and I followed her hair. , let me depend on the character.

"You're not experienced enough," she always said.

This is why she forbids me not to go abroad.

I understand her intentions and feel sorry for her past.

Perhaps she didn't even know it, but on some nights when she was particularly tired, she always slept restlessly, as if she was having a hard dream, her brows were tightly frowned, but she was still asleep.

If I can, I really hope I can be 16 years older, so that I can accompany her when she goes through these things?Even, so that she doesn't have to go through that?

But these are just ifs.

Time is advancing at an unimaginable speed.It confirms Einstein's general theory of relativity-happy time always flies very fast.

At the end of March, I received admission notices from several schools one after another.

Probably because of the good scores in TOEFL and GRE, several schools are even willing to give me scholarships.

Ok, now another problem, which one should I go to?

"Why is it such a headache to even choose a school?" I yelled while lying on the sofa.

"If you say such things, others will be beaten if they hear it." She was leisurely cutting fruit in the kitchen.

"Oh, so which one do you think I should go to?" I asked her.

"Read your first choice." She didn't even look back at me.

"But I don't know about my first choice." I said.

"Then continue to wait, otherwise?" She came with the fruit.

"Oh..." I sat up and took the apple from her hand.

"Honey, I'm going to LA in two weeks," she said suddenly.

"Why?" I looked at her and asked.

"The school wants me and some teachers to attend a seminar and see my son," she said, flipping through the calendar in her hand.

"What about me?" I looked at her innocently and asked.

"You, you are waiting for me to come back in Taiwan." She pinched my face.

"Oh..." I couldn't hide my disappointment.

"Hey, I have a teacher going with me this time, so I can't take you with me. I'll be back in a week." She comforted me.

"A week?! That's a long time!" I jumped up to protest.

"Hey, soon, you have to help me take care of my family." She pulled me into her arms and coaxed me.

"Oh, okay." I agreed helplessly, I didn't want to embarrass her.

In this way, on the day I knew that I was admitted to UPENN, she went to the United States.

"Hey, wait for me to come back to help you celebrate." She said on the phone, I know she is very far away from the "teacher group" when talking to me.

"I miss you so much." After I finished speaking, I felt like tears were about to fall out.

"I know, me too. You have to be careful by yourself, and wait for me to come back." Her voice was still very gentle.

"Well, you too, be careful in America," I said.

Then after saying our goodbyes, we hung up.

This is the first time we have been apart since we were together.

A house for one person is so big.This is something I never found out before.

"It turns out that the days when I'm alone will feel like this." I thought silently.

I also imagined my own life after going abroad in August.

I am still afraid.

On the first day, I spent the whole day alone in silence, facing the empty room, turning on the TV in boredom, and cooked anything to eat when I was hungry.At nine o'clock in the evening, I was so bored that I couldn't stand it. I went to bed early, turned on the bed for a while, and finally fell asleep, ending the first day.

The next day, the first thing I did when I opened my eyes in the morning was to say to myself, "She will be back in five days."

I forced myself to pick up the book, even if I couldn't read it, I still had to read it. I know that when I go abroad, life will be like this.Without her, but I still have to live as usual.

But I read very inefficiently.I always read two or three pages and then stop in a daze, and then spend the morning, noon, and afternoon silently in a daze. I only read about [-] pages of the book.

The only happy thing is that when I opened e-mail at night, I received her letter.

"Dearbabe:

Howare youHere's so hot, but beautiful. The Conference was fine, and I will have dinner with my son tomorrow. Hope you are good. Take care of yourself. Miss you & love you! Well, take care of yourself. Love you and miss you.)

PS143LoveFran."

I looked at the message she sent, repeated it over and over again, and I would recite it when I saw it, so I thought of writing back to her.

That night, I slept better than yesterday.

On the third day, I was woken up by Xiaojie's phone call early in the morning.He has an appointment with me for dinner tomorrow night.

"Don't be so sluggish," he said before hanging up the phone.

Sluggish?Seems like a little bit.I lay in bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about what to do today.

Finally I decided to drive out and hang around.

Under her "training", my driving skills are much better than when I first got my driver's license, but of course I am still not as good as her.

I drove across the north coast, went all the way to Jiufen, Keelung, and went around to Yilan.

This is good enough to kill time, and it was already dinner time when I ran back.

After casually eating dinner, taking a shower, and happily turning on the computer, I found that there was no letter from her today.

I fell asleep with disappointment.

On the fourth day, there are three days left.I thought about it when I got up, and the corners of my mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

I haven't forgotten about having dinner with Xiaojie today.

During the day, I worked hard to learn "reading alone". Compared with the first day, today I was a little more efficient. Although I was still in a daze from time to time, I read three chapters before going out in the afternoon.

Then I went out to find Xiaojie for dinner.

It was like the first time I drove my teacher's car to find someone.Maybe it's a habit, and I gradually lost the feeling for the "attention gift" of passers-by.

But when you meet people who are not passers-by or strangers, it's different.

When I was waiting for Xiaojie at the gate of his school, I realized, oh my god, I drove 911!I felt overwhelmed for a moment, but luckily he appeared right away.

He got into the car, and I quickly drove away from the scene.

"Sister, this is so ostentatious." He said as soon as he got into the car.

"No way, I'm used to talking to the teacher." I was a little helpless.

"I will be killed by my classmates tomorrow." He was also quite helpless.

Eating with him is also a way to fast-forward time. When I sent him back to school and returned home by myself, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

I showered and went to bed without doing anything.

On the fifth day, the last two days.I just realized when I woke up that I forgot to check my e-mail box last night!

He hurriedly jumped up, turned on the computer and went online with great anticipation.

When I read her letter, the spirit immediately came.

"Dearbabe,

HowareyouIamsohappythatIcanseeyou2dayslater!TheConferencewasoveryesterday,andImetmysonlastnight.Everythingisgood.Ican'twaittoseeyou, hugyouandkissyou.Takecareofyourself. Son had dinner. All is well. I can't wait to see you and hug you and kiss you! Take care of yourself.)

PS143LoveFran."

I read it for a long time, and wrote back to tell her that I went to dinner with Xiaojie yesterday, and that I was driving around.

"I don't know if Xiaojie really got hurt by his classmates after he went back?" I thought wickedly.

I also sent a message to "concern" him, and then decided to drive out for a walk today.

Today's run is Xibin.There were no cars along the way. I tried to drive fast for the first time, and found that I also fell in love with that sense of speed, but if the teacher found out, I should be scolded.

Before I knew it, I actually drove to Taichung.

Because I was afraid that I would not have the energy to drive home after the meeting, so I decided to go back as soon as possible.

It turned out that my choice was right, and I was really tired when I got home.

After soaking in a hot bath, I climbed into bed exhausted, and fell asleep.

"Honey, I'm back." I was awakened by her voice.

I was taken aback, isn't it only the sixth day?Am I dreaming?

I turned over and saw her smiling at me.

"What did you do? You're so tired, I won't wake you up when I come back and open the door to put things in the shower." She lay on her side next to me and hugged me.

"Aren't you... coming back tomorrow?" I asked with surprise that I couldn't hide.

"Hehe, I told you that on purpose, so that there will be surprises." She smiled treacherously.

"You are treacherous." I complained in her arms.

"Wouldn't it be nice if I came back early?" she asked.

"Okay, of course, I miss you so much..." When I finished saying "I miss you so much", tears fell out of control.

"Okay, don't cry, haven't I come back?" She seemed startled by my sudden crying.

"Don't leave me alone..." I said sobbing.

"Be good, I won't leave you behind." She coaxed me.

I buried my head in her chest and hugged her, feeling more at ease and relaxed than ever before.

After living alone for five days, I found the embrace that allowed me to sleep peacefully.

As the days passed and the time for me to go abroad was getting closer, I was always full of anxiety, and she always had a way to resolve my anxiety one by one.

I often ask her, how can I catch up with her life experience; when will I be as strong as her; when will she stop treating me like a child; when will she really feel that I am her A person who can "entrust".

For these, she always laughs but does not answer.

I can only try my best not to be childish or self-willed; try my best to learn her precision in handling things, and those views on life, relationship, and family that sound like only old people have.

I often wonder what kind of mentality she has in the face of our relationship.I don't doubt her love for me, but the longer we are together, the more I can feel her struggle before making a decision, and the courage when she said "Let's take it slowly, shall we?"

Looking at her around, it is not difficult to imagine how popular she was when she was young, or even after divorce.But she chose a girl who was 16 years younger than herself, and she tolerated all my childishness and willfulness without any complaints.

If our roles were reversed, could I be like her?I have no idea.

"What's wrong? Why don't you sleep?" She turned over and found that I was not asleep, and covered my cheek with her hand.

"No..." I gently rubbed my face against her palm, stretched out my arms to hug her, and nestled into her arms.

"Go to bed soon, you're leaving tomorrow, and your luggage hasn't been collected yet." Her voice was full of sleepiness.

"Okay." I kissed her neck.

She kissed my forehead lightly and fell asleep again shortly afterwards.

Finally, the day came for me to leave.

She and Xiaojie sent me to the airport together, and went through all the check-in procedures. The separation that I didn't want to face finally came.

"Sister, you have to work hard! Don't worry about me, just worry about yourself." Xiaojie said deliberately and relaxedly, but I knew his reluctance.

"Okay, I know you're pretty good on your own now." I gave him a hug.

Then I turned to look at her.

"You have to take good care of yourself when you're abroad, and don't act like you're autistic and solitary. It won't work abroad." She said while holding my hand.

I lowered my head, not wanting her to see my tears.

"Come on, I'll see you. Wait for me." She took a step forward and hugged me, whispering.

I wiped away my tears and looked up to see her give me a smile.

"I will try my best." I said with a strong nasal voice.

She rubbed my hair out of habit.

"Hand out," she said.

I obediently held out my hand, I knew what she was going to do.

She took out a signature pen from her bag, wrote "PS143" in the palm of my open hand, and then gently closed my hand.

"Then I want to too." I took her signature pen and wrote the same words on her hand.

"Okay, time to go." She urged me.

I nodded and pulled my carry-on luggage. I didn't dare to look back at her, and I didn't dare to look back at Xiaojie. I felt my hands were tightly clenched, as if I wanted to keep her. signal.

I tried my best to maintain the strength not to shed tears, but after entering the customs, I saw the perfume she used in the duty-free shop, and I collapsed.

I rushed to the toilet, resisted the urge to call her, bit my lip to keep myself from crying, squatted on the floor of the toilet, and let the tears flow.

I really don't want to leave her, but I have no choice, she wants me to go out and learn to fly.

After I calmed down, I walked out of the toilet and went to the waiting room with my eyes red and swollen from crying.

I looked out the window at the plane that was taking me away, thinking what is she doing now?Will she shed tears secretly by herself at night without letting me know?

When the boarding announcement sounded, I looked back reluctantly, looking at the stairs where I knew she would not show up, until the last few passengers were left, I was reluctant and dragged my luggage onto the plane.

While waiting for the plane to take off, I sent her the last text message in Taiwan.

"You have to wait for me, I will grow up and become someone you can rely on; I will come back and choose stability by your side. I love you. PS143."

Afterwards I turned off the phone and wept in the blink of an eye.

I told myself, this is the last time, the last time I will cry for leaving her.

I will not have time to cry, I have to become more mature and better, so that I am qualified to stand beside her with my head held high.

The plane took off, I closed my eyes, and left Taiwan; left my home; left her.

Eighteen hours later, I arrived in the United States and started a new life alone.