PS. 1437

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After I was absent from class for two weeks, I received an e-mail from my teacher.

"Dear Patricia:

Ididn'tseeyoufortwoweeks, what'swrongPleasereplymymailASAP, and pleaseshowupnextweek, orcometomyofficeafterclassifyyouhaveanydifficulty. If you have any difficulties, you can find me in my office.)

Frances Shih

I read this email several times over and over again, I really haven't thought of the teacher for a long time.

I didn't want to leave my mother's side, but I couldn't justify doing nothing, so I decided to discuss it with Xiaojie first.

"Call me after class, I need you if I need something." I sent a text message to Xiaojie.

Not long after, Xiaojie called.

"Sister, are you looking for me?" His voice came from the phone.

"Oh yeah, when do you finish next Thursday?" I asked him.

"What's wrong?" he asked me too.

I told him about the teacher writing the email.

"Oh yes! Your beautiful teacher has disappeared for a while." Xiaojie said deliberately.

"Do you think I'm in the mood for her now?" I asked angrily.

"That's right, but people noticed that you were missing." Although what he said was true, why did I sound a little harsh?

"Well, I think I should explain it." I said while thinking.

"Wouldn't it be good to just return an e-mail?" Xiaojie asked me.

"Yeah, but it always felt bad...she's a teacher who values ​​attendance," I said.

"Then you'd better go there, what day of the week do you have classes?" He asked.

"Thursday. Can you come earlier?" I asked him too.

"Oh well, what time do you want me to be there? I finish at five, but maybe I can leave earlier," he said.

"Okay, then try to come as early as possible. My English class ends at five o'clock. I'll go to the teacher after class." We agreed.

There are still four days until Thursday, and I am a little scared. According to the information I got from the BBS, the teacher is very good, but it is a different matter when I encounter the problem of attendance. In addition, I am absent without asking for leave... It is ok It should be a little troublesome to say that it is skipping class.

But I didn't think too much about this aspect. I have always been blocked by soldiers and covered by water and earth for the things around me.

What I'm more worried about is the woman who lay on the bed and gave me life.

I have never felt so strongly that people are so fragile.

"Girl..." Mom's voice brought me back to reality again.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"My time is running out..." Mom said weakly.

"I know, but don't worry, Xiaojie and I are old enough to take care of ourselves." Since Dad passed away, we have not shy away from talking about "death".

"I just dreamed about your dad," Mom said, looking at the ceiling.

"Yeah, is that very happy?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes, I haven't seen him for a long time..." Mom seemed to be remembering something.

"Did he say anything?" I continued.

"He said that he missed you very much, and that you made him so proud... so he really knows." Mom said with a smile.

"That's good, we didn't embarrass him." I laughed too.

"Girl, I think I'm going to find him soon," Mom said again.

"I know, if you really want to go, you can go with peace of mind, you have worked hard for us for more than [-] years." I said choked up.

"You two, take good care of each other, you know?" She looked at me.

"Of course, Xiaojie and I have such a good relationship, don't worry, take a good rest." I took her hand and rubbed it on my cheek.

"I know, but I still have to warn you." Her smile was really pale.

"Yes, I will definitely remember it firmly." I looked at her and said seriously.

She nodded and fell asleep again.

I stared at her hand that was being held by me, only to realize that in the blink of an eye, time had ruthlessly carved indelible marks on her face, hands, and health, as if waking up from a big dream , the red face in my memory has turned into white hair, marks that can't be hidden at the corners of her eyes and temples, reminding me of her aging.

Perhaps in our minds, Xiaojie and I have simulated the situation of separation countless times, but we also know that when things really happen, those countless "simulations" will not come in handy.

Then, Thursday came.

I think Xiaojie skipped a class and he arrived at the hospital at about 04:30.

I didn't ask too much. When he came, I collected my things and prepared to go to school.

It took about half an hour from the hospital to the school. When I arrived, get out of class was over at five o'clock, and I went directly to the teacher's research room.

There is a sign of "please come in" on the teacher's door, and there is a light coming from the crack of the door below. I think the teacher is already in the research room.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The teacher's voice came from the door.

I opened the door, went into the study room, and closed the door softly.

"You're here. What's going on?" the teacher looked at me and asked.

But I can't hear the teacher's emotions.

"Teacher, I'm really sorry, I have some unexpected incidents at home, so I haven't come to class for a while." I said.

To be honest, I don't really want the teacher to know about my mother, because in my cognition, absence is absence, no matter how important the reason is, it can't change the fact that "I didn't come to class", even for some teachers , the reason behind the absence sounds like a "sophistry".

"Is it serious?" the teacher asked again.

I nodded.

"Since it can be so serious that you don't come to class for three weeks, can you let the teacher know?" the teacher asked softly.

"I..." I looked up, but I met Teacher Shang with caring eyes.

"Say something slowly, I'm not as non-negotiable as it is written on the Internet." The teacher seemed to understand my doubts.

"Well... Actually, I've been in the hospital for the past few weeks..." I finally said.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you stay in the hospital for so long?" I could hear the teacher's worry, and I hope it's not my illusion.

"Uh...it's not me..." I was eager to explain.

But the phone rang, and when I heard the ringtone, I knew it was Xiaojie.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, my brother is calling me, I'll answer it first." My heart was beating so fast suddenly.

After I finished speaking, regardless of any reaction from the teacher, I took out the phone from my pocket and pressed the call button.

"Sister, can you come back right away? Mommy is looking for you, she said it's very important, it might be the last time." Xiaojie's voice sounded anxious.

The third atomic bomb explodes.

"Sister? Sister, are you still there?" Xiaojie's voice reminded me of the urgency of the situation.

"Okay, wait for me, I'll take a taxi back right now." After I finished speaking, I hung up the phone, looked up, and met the teacher's puzzled expression.

"Teacher, I'm sorry. My mother is in critical condition in the hospital. I have to go back immediately. I will explain to the teacher after that." After I finished speaking, I turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." The teacher stopped me suddenly.

I turn my head.

"I'll take you there." The teacher quickly put the things on the table into the bag, stood up, and walked towards me.

I was stunned.

"Why are you in a daze, let's go." She walked out of the laboratory and looked at me.

"Oh." I quickly followed her out.

She quickly locked the research room and led me to the elevator.

Out of the elevator, to the underground parking lot.

"Here, come quickly." After she finished speaking, she took my hand and moved quickly to the car.

I was in a state of trance from beginning to end.I can't tell if it's the nightmare waiting for me in the hospital, or the throbbing of the teacher holding me.What a contrast.

"Here we are." The teacher stopped in front of a black Porsche 911.

"Is this... your car?" I asked, looking at the sports car that didn't fit her at all.

"Yeah, after class, I'm not a teacher anymore." She winked at me.

I think my heart should be one of the strongest, and I'm fine with all the stimulation.

"Get in the car, don't be in a daze." The teacher urged me.

I get in the car and put on my seat belt.

She started, and the car let out a pleasant engine roar.

"I can't drive fast at school, bear with me." She said to me while looking in the rearview mirror.

"Oh." I can only nod.

As the black 911 pulls out of the garage, I can feel the eyes of passers-by, especially on campus where the speed limit is only 20.

"Usually, I wait until the students are almost gone before going home. After all, this car is quite eye-catching." The teacher said with a smile.

"Yeah, I didn't expect the teacher to drive a sports car...and it's a Porsche..." I said.

"Well, after leaving school, I'm not a teacher..." At the same time she said this, the car slowly drove out of the school gate.

We stopped at the red light at the school gate.

The teacher stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the sound of the car ready to go rang in his ears.

"By the way, I'm not a good driver, don't learn from me." The teacher said this when the light turned green.

I didn't have time to react, I just saw the scene outside the window moving fast.

"Is it T University Hospital?" The teacher asked me suddenly.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Okay, I see." She also nodded.

I don't know how fast the teacher is. I only know that it takes 10 to 10 minutes by taxi, but the teacher arrived in less than [-] minutes.

"There is a parking space!" She saw a car leaving on the side of the road with sharp eyes, and quickly backed it into the garage. Before I could figure out the situation, the car was parked.

"Uh... Teacher, if you receive a speeding ticket today, you must tell me." I think the teacher should be racing all the way.

"Stupid child, what time is it, and you still have to pay the ticket, hurry up." She got out of the car one step ahead of me and urged me.

After I got out of the car, let me go ahead and lead her.

To be honest, I didn't expect things to develop like this, nor did I expect the teacher to follow me into Mom's ward.

As soon as I stepped into the ward, I saw doctors and nurses standing beside my mother's bed.

I hurried to my mother.

"Girl, you're back..." Mom's voice became weaker again.

"I'm back." I looked at her nervously.

"I'm leaving..." Her eyes began to blur.

"Okay, you can leave at ease, you have worked hard enough." Xiaojie and I held Mom's hand each.

"Promise Mom, you will take good care of yourself and each other." Mom looked at us and said.

We both nodded at the same time.

"Xiaojie, you have to be a good doctor. If mom is gone, the cancer won't go away, you know?" Mom looked at Xiaojie.

"I see, I will try my best to be a good doctor." Xiaojie nodded, and I saw him holding back tears.

"Girl, mom is gone, you can go abroad now, promise mom, you will fulfill the dream you told me when you were a child, go abroad and get a doctor back." Mom looked at me.

"Okay, I will." I nodded.

"You guys have to work hard, Dad is here to pick me up..." Mom looked at the ceiling and murmured.

"Mom, we love you. Help me tell Dad that we love him too, and we've always missed him." I whispered in Mom's ear.

I saw her nodding slightly, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and slowly closing her eyes.

Then, I knew she was asleep again.

This time, she slept deeper than ever, as peaceful as a newborn baby without any troubles.

I kissed her forehead lightly, and I knew she would never wake up again.

This woman who loves me the most in the whole world has really left me from this second.

"Mommy is gone, isn't she?" Xiaojie asked me with tears in his eyes.

"Yeah." I nodded.

But I didn't cry.

"Xiaojie, let the doctors and nurses come." I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder and said.

He sniffed, stood up, and stepped aside to let the doctors and nurses deal with it.

"Sister, why didn't you cry?" He asked me in a thick nasal voice.

"Because I want Mom to rest assured that I will take care of you, and I will be strong and live well." I took out a tissue and helped him dry his tears.

"Well, I get it. Sis, I will take care of you." He wiped away his tears and snot, forced a smile and said to me.

"Xiaojie, you have to work hard." I said to him earnestly.

"I know, I will." He seems to understand what I want to say.

We just watched the nurse silently, pushing Mom's body away. It was so heavy, it seemed that more than half of my life had been taken away.

The second my mother's hospital bed disappeared from my sight, I was sure there was a piece missing in my heart that no one else could fill.

"Sister...is this your beautiful teacher?" After a while of silence, Xiaojie suddenly looked at the teacher and asked me.

"Ah, I forgot about the teacher. I'm sorry, the teacher." I quickly apologized to the teacher.

"So that's why you missed class." The teacher looked at me and said.

"Teacher, please, don't fool my sister, she is really serious, please..." Xiaojie was more nervous than me.

"I didn't say I was going to pawn her off, so don't be nervous...Xiaojie?" the teacher said with a smile.

"Teacher, he is my younger brother, Su Weijie. Xiaojie, she is my English teacher, Shi Ping." I briefly introduced them to each other.

"Hi teacher, just call me Xiaojie. My sister likes you very much!" Xiaojie said with a smile.

"Oh really? I like her too!" The teacher also said with a smile.

What's going on here?My head can't digest so many things at once.

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom..." I needed to wash my face to calm myself down.

When I came out, Xiaojie was chatting with the teacher with a smile.

"Uh... I'm sorry, teacher, I really troubled you today..." I walked among them and said.

"No, it's just about your mother, I am sorry." The teacher looked at me and said.

"Thank you teacher for your concern, I will be ok soon." I said to the teacher with a smile.

"Well, if there is anything I can help, just tell me, you're welcome, okay?" The teacher patted me on the shoulder.

"Teacher, come here..." Xiaojie pulled the teacher and walked aside. I was dumbfounded and froze for several seconds.

"Su Weijie, what are you doing?!" I stepped forward and pulled Xiaojie back.

"No, I ask the teacher not to be you." He looked at me innocently.

"Come on, do you think I'm an idiot?" I glared at him.

"No, he just asked me to take you home, that's all." The teacher said with a smile.

"Xiaojie, aren't you going home?" I asked him.

"I have to go back to school, there is an experiment I haven't finished yet..." Xiaojie looked at the clock on the wall.

"Are you... sure??" I didn't forget what just happened.

"Sister, don't worry about me. I am no longer the little brother who can only cry and ask you to comfort me... I am very sad, really sad, but I know that if I am so sad that I don't do anything, then Mommy will You won’t be happy, right?” Xiaojie looked at me and said, with tears in his eyes.

"Xiaojie, do what you can, okay? You are entitled to be sad, really don't force yourself." I was actually very worried about him.

"Sister, I will, you go home first. You still have a lot of work to do, right? I will finish my work before I can help you." Xiaojie said.

"Well, then you go home early, we have something to discuss, you know?" I said.

"Okay, I'm going back to school first." Xiaojie picked up his backpack.

"Xiaojie, walk carefully." I stopped him, gave him a hug, and watched him leave.

"You have a very sensible brother." The teacher's voice sounded behind me.

"Yeah, he's good." I turned around and looked at the teacher and said.

"You are also very good." The teacher said with a smile.

"Thank you teacher..." I suddenly didn't know what to answer.

"Okay, I'll take you home," said the teacher.

"Huh? No need, I'll just go home by myself." I was really embarrassed to bother the teacher.

"I promised Xiaojie." The teacher said that he could not refute.

"Oh..." I had no choice but to obey obediently.

We took the elevator together and walked out of the hospital side by side. On the way to the car, neither of us spoke.

"Are you hungry?" The teacher suddenly asked me when I got in the car.

I froze for a moment, I completely forgot about eating.

"It doesn't feel like..." I said honestly.

"Let's eat something, or the stomach will be broken." The teacher said in a tone that could not be refuted.

I didn't say much, just sat quietly in the car, watching the moving street scene outside the window, without asking any questions about where we were going to eat.Those don't seem to matter to me anymore.

"Why don't you ask me where I'm taking you?" The teacher stepped on the brake lightly, and we stopped at a red light.

"Oh, where are we going?" I looked at the teacher and asked.

"Why do you look like a robot?" The teacher said with a slight smile, looking at me.

"I don't know either." I looked at the teacher with out-of-focus eyes.

"Eat something and I'll take you home, okay?" the teacher asked again.

I nodded.

Everything seemed to be going on in an unconscious state. The teacher stopped the car, and I got out of the car. We entered the restaurant, ordered food, and ate in silence. Then when I took out my card to pay the bill, the teacher stopped me.

"There is no teacher who asks the students to pay when they come out to eat." The teacher took my card back from the waiter and replaced it with hers.

"It's not good...I've given the teacher a lot of trouble." I tried to repeat the teacher's actions.

"Don't let me threaten you with being a human being." A treacherous smile appeared on the corner of the teacher's mouth.

I had to admit defeat.

Then, the teacher asked the address of my home, and took me home in a short while.

"Does the teacher want to sit down?" I asked this question casually, without thinking.

"Oh, yes." Unexpectedly, the teacher readily agreed.

I'm kind of intimidated.

But I couldn't take back what I said, so I had to obediently watch the teacher park the car in the parking space in front of the house, and lead the teacher upstairs together.

"The house is messy because no one is tidying it up." I said as I opened the door.

"Oh, it's understandable that you both are busy." The teacher said behind me.

The moment the door opened, I suddenly felt scared, because I knew that this home would never be the same again.

I hesitated for a few seconds before walking in the door.And the teacher just stood behind me without saying anything.

I skillfully fumbled for the switch on the wall in the dark, and the next second, the living room was filled with soft yellow lights.

"Teacher, please come in." I took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet to the teacher, and the teacher said thank you.

"Your house is beautiful." The teacher said, looking around.

"My dad is an architect and an interior designer, and he designed our home," I said.

"Your dad is amazing and makes anyone who walks in feel at home." The teacher sat down on the sofa.

I smiled, walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and found that there was some juice that Xiaojie bought and hadn't finished.

"Teacher, please use." I walked back to the living room with two glasses of juice.

The teacher took the juice from my hand, and then I sat down on the sofa.

We fell silent again.

To be honest, I really don't know what to say to the teacher.I am a person who doesn't like to talk about myself, and with what happened today, I suddenly feel very tired, and I also regret that I just asked the teacher if I want to come up and sit down.

I silently drank the juice in my hand, my eyes lost focus and looked straight ahead, and I didn't come back to my senses until the glass was empty.

Seeing the same empty cups on the coffee table, I stood up and prepared to take the two cups into the kitchen.

"Have you always been this strong?" The teacher said as he turned around holding the cup.

"Huh?" Startled by the sudden question, she turned to look at the teacher.

"Are you always this strong?" the teacher said as he stood up and walked in front of me.

"I, no..." I was startled by her sudden approach.

"Really? It's dishonest...Let me wash it." The teacher raised his eyebrows, then took the cup from my hand, turned and went into the kitchen.

I stood there blankly, thinking about what the teacher said.

"Why are you still standing here?" The teacher came out of the kitchen, looked at me and asked.

"I'm not particularly strong, I'm just used to being calm." I looked at the teacher with blank eyes.

"Do you know? You are really a duplicity kid... You don't really want to eat at all, and you don't want me to come and sit?" The teacher stood in front of me, looked at me and asked.

"I don't, I am very grateful to the teacher for taking care of me today." I tried hard to regain the focus of my sight, looked at the teacher and said.

"Yeah, so I had to obediently obey my words and follow me to have dinner, and then asked me politely if I would like to come and sit down." The teacher came to a conclusion on his own.

"I... oh! Forget it, I'm so tired of explaining." I wanted to say something else, but a wave of fatigue came over me, so I gave up.

"Think more about yourself, okay?" The teacher put his arm around my shoulder.

I looked at her suspiciously.

"Don't worry about whether the deceased mother will be worried; don't worry about whether Xiaojie will be too sad. The important thing is your own mood." The teacher looked at me intently.

Is it my illusion?At that moment, I seemed to see worry in the teacher's eyes.

"I didn't..." I lowered my head, not daring to look at the teacher, nor did I want to admit that what the teacher said was right.

I'm actually very sad, I really want to cry, I actually don't want to face this reality at all, I really want to leave these things and run away, I really don't want to believe that my mother is gone, I actually... miss her very much.

It's just that my rationality tells me that I can't do this, Xiaojie needs me, if I am weak, what should Xiaojie do?

"Xiaojie knows it all, he knows that you will make yourself strong, he knows that you will worry about him, he knows that you will force yourself to deal with everything calmly...so he begged me, don't leave you alone, at least in the Don’t want him until he goes home.” The teacher’s tone was very light, but every word and every sentence hit my ear hard.

My tears no longer listened to my control, and flowed out of my eye sockets willfully. I cried, trembling uncontrollably, and suddenly felt as if I was going to lose all the strength that could support me.Is it because you are too sad?Still too tired?Or is it really exhausted to the limit?

When I felt like I was going to lose my feet, a pair of hands caught me, and I had a temporary support.

"Cry, you can cry." The teacher's voice was still soft, but this time, it was warm.

I couldn't speak a word, and let the tears flood my face and heart.I don't know how long I cried.

"When... did he tell you?" After I calmed down, I asked the teacher in a nasal voice.

"When you went to the toilet. He really is a brother who loves you very much and understands you very well. He said that he is no longer the little boy who wants his sister to protect him." The teacher said.

"I'm sorry to make you worry." I said embarrassedly.

"You two really love each other." The teacher patted my head.

"Teacher, do you want to go back to rest first? It's getting late." I suddenly noticed the clock on the wall.

"Is this an eviction order?" the teacher looked at me and asked.

"No...it's just that I'm afraid the teacher will be tired..." I said innocently.

"I'm not tired yet, besides, I promised Xiaojie." We walked back to the living room and sat down.

"Oh..." I yawned in response.

"It seems that you are tired." The teacher teased me.

"Well... I'm really tired." I said honestly.

"Go to bed first, I'll wait for Xiaojie to come back." The teacher said.

"How can this be, this is too bad," I said.

"Then you can sleep in the living room." The teacher said, looking at the long sofa.

"This is so weird..." I also looked at the sofa.

"Let's just switch seats. Sit over there, and you'll fall asleep later." The teacher stood up, walked to the single sofa I was sitting on, and drove me to the couch.

I seem to have no choice but to be obedient.

We changed seats and chatted little by little, it was nothing more than our family affairs.

In fact, most of the questions were asked by the teacher, and I answered them.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I fell asleep very deeply. I don't know if it was because I cried, or because I relaxed, or because the teacher was beside me?

All I know is that I like the teacher more and more, what should I do?

I am asleep.

When I woke up, I found myself sleeping on the couch with a blanket over me.

"Are you awake?" Xiaojie came out of the bathroom wiping his hair.

"When did you come back?" I looked at him and asked.

"About an hour ago," he said.

"What about the teacher?" I asked again.

"She saw me come back, chatted with me a few words and left." He said while wiping his hair.

I originally wanted to ask him what he told the teacher in the hospital, but after thinking about it, it seemed a bit embarrassing to say these words, so I didn't ask in the end.

In the next few days, I was busy with my mother's farewell ceremony, and I resumed my school days.

It's no different, I don't want to act like I know the teacher well at school, that's not what I do.

When the obituary was printed, I sent a copy to the teacher's laboratory.

I originally wanted to say that if the teacher is not there, it will be placed in the mailbox at the door. I think I hope the teacher is not there.What happened at home that day makes me feel embarrassed when I think about it.

But things backfired, the teacher was in the research room.

I knocked on the door and walked into the research room. The teacher looked up and saw that it was me. He stopped what he was doing and looked at me.

"I thought you didn't come to see me anymore." The teacher looked at me and said.

"I'm afraid to cause trouble to the teacher again." I stood in front of the teacher's desk.

"Hey, why do you still think so?" There was a trace of displeasure in the teacher's words.

"Sorry..." I said.

"Why do you say I'm sorry? You didn't do anything wrong." The teacher said with a smile.

"I..." I always feel that every time I face the teacher, I always speak clumsily.

"Why did you think of coming to me today?" the teacher asked.

"Oh, this is it." I took out the white obituary from my bag and put my hands on the teacher's desk.

"Thank you for your hard work." The teacher said after looking at it.

"No, thank you teacher for your concern." I said this sincerely.

"I'll go," the teacher said after opening the obituary and reading it.

"Well, thank you teacher." I nodded.

"Are you up to date?" the teacher asked me.

I shook my head.

"Then let's go, let's go eat." The teacher used an affirmative sentence that could not be refuted.

And just like that, I got on the teacher's 911 for the second time.

This time because the situation was different from last time, there was nothing to be nervous about, so I began to observe the teacher's car carefully.

The interior of the car is very clean, continuing the black exterior paint, the interior is also calm and dark black, with silver piping on the edge of the seat, the car exudes a cold atmosphere.

If I said that I didn't have those things with the teacher before, I would say that this car is very suitable for the teacher, because the teacher feels like an iceberg beauty, and people don't know how to get close.

But now, I don't know what kind of woman the real teacher is.

I can't help but start thinking, do I simply worship the teacher, or do I have more affection?

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" The teacher asked me in front of a red light.

"No..." I said, but I wanted to ask why the teacher was so kind to me?

To be honest, I'm really not used to being cared for.

"Have you studied for the exam recently?" I think the teacher meant the upcoming midterm exam.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Are you still going to take TOEIC? Or are you going to change to TOEFL or GRE?" the teacher asked me.

"I'm... not sure yet," I said.

"Not sure which one to take first?" the teacher asked again.

"Not sure if I want to go abroad..." I said looking out the window.

"Didn't you promise mom?" I didn't expect the teacher to remember the last words my mother said that day.

I nodded.

"Then why do you say that you are not sure whether you want to go abroad?" The teacher looked at the right rear mirror and glanced at me by the way.

"I..." Suddenly, I didn't know how to reply.

"Are you afraid?" I really don't understand why the teacher can always easily see through what I'm thinking.

I can only nod.

"Come step by step, I will help you." The teacher's words have a force that I cannot ignore.

I didn't answer.

"Why don't you talk?" The teacher looked at me.

"Why is the teacher so nice to me?" I mustered up the courage to ask.

"Because, to me, you are a very special student." The teacher smiled mysteriously.

"Why?" I became more curious.

"I'll tell you later... Don't worry, I won't do anything to you." The teacher looked at me with a puzzled expression and said.

"I'm just not used to someone being so nice to me." I don't know where I got the courage to express my thoughts in full.

"You, you have to learn to accept, not just give, you know?" The teacher rarely said to me in a preaching tone.

I looked at the teacher with a puzzled expression.

"Maybe you didn't realize it, but I know very well that your world revolves around your family. For your mother, you can forget about whether you will graduate or not; for Xiaojie, you can forget about what you should All the weak emotions are suppressed. I have never heard you say what you want to do, even if you want to go abroad, it is because you promised your mother, so you have to. Right? "The teacher finished speaking in one breath, and then While the car was parked, he looked at me and asked.

"It seems that's right..." I can only nod and admit.

"Yeah, so if you just told me that you are not sure whether to go abroad because you want to stay in Taiwan, I think I will agree." The teacher finally said.

"Oh, I'll think about it," I said before entering the restaurant.

The teacher seems to have a magical power, so that I can hide nothing in front of her.

As long as she asks, what she wants to know, I seem to have no choice but to answer honestly.

After a meal, I think the teacher has finished the "net worth investigation", but the strange thing is that I didn't feel any discomfort, or the feeling of being violated, as if everything was natural, I have to admit, teacher It has the charm to let my guard down.

Is it because I like her?

I like her, so I want to be understood by her better; I like her, so I want her to know me better; I like her, so I hope her eyes will stay on me more; I like her, so I want to get closer to her more... Her liking seems to be far beyond what I originally thought.

"No wonder you always ask yourself to be strong." The teacher said after hearing about Dad's death.

"What?" I looked at her suspiciously.

"When I was young, my parents were busy, so you had to take care of my younger brother. After my father passed away, my mother was even more busy, so you should take care of my younger brother. Is that what you told yourself?" The teacher put his hand on his chin and looked at me and said.

"Teacher, you should read psychology." I said with complaints.

"You are really a very sensible child, so sensible that it makes people feel distressed." The teacher said, but looked out the window thoughtfully.

"Oh..." I looked at the teacher's side face in a daze. This was actually the first time I "appreciated" the teacher at close range.

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