Love on the left bank, you on the right bank

After that day, my sister officially stayed at home as a rice bug, and I still went to school and worked every day. Because my sister was at home, I stayed at home longer during the holidays.

The teacher and I had a tacit understanding and no one mentioned the content of the text message that confused me for a long time.

Whenever I have time, I will dig out that text message, and then stare at the "her" and "him" that confuse me. After reading it several times, I still feel that...

...Teacher, there must be a typo.

Although this can be called a trivial matter, I still feel that it is not good to let it go.So at noon this day, I took my mobile phone and walked to the mathematics office on the third floor.

Walking down the stairs, when I was still thinking about how to ask the teacher about it, I saw the teacher leaning against a pillar not far away, talking on the phone with a serious face, with a dignified expression and even some anger.

In my memory, I have never seen the teacher's expression like that. Maybe on the one hand, our class's grades are good, and on the other hand, the teacher's gentle personality is really not like the kind of person who will get angry easily.

While thinking this way, I watched the teacher press the call button, put his arms around his chest, put one hand on his forehead, and sighed deeply, calmly as if he was suppressing something. On the side, the golden sunlight seems to form a faint circle around the teacher, making people unable to look away.

After a long time, the teacher slowly stuffed the phone into his pocket. The moment I turned sideways, I could clearly see the teacher's tired and helpless expression. When the eyes met, the teacher was obviously stunned, and then smiled.

It's just that smile, fragile like a petal blown away by the wind, makes people unpredictable.

The teacher beckoned to me and motioned for me to follow her.We walked one after the other, and then came to the waiting room. The teacher opened the door, looked up and smiled at me, let me go in sideways, and then closed the door.

I sat opposite the teacher, looking at the teacher making tea with his back turned to me. The light fragrance of flowers floated in the hot air, which made people feel relaxed.

"Do you like lavender?" The teacher said suddenly, which made me jump. Then I nodded in embarrassment, and said to the teacher's back, "I like it."

The teacher poured tea and said with a smile, "That's good. You are so in a daze."

"I?"

The teacher nodded slightly while holding two cups of tea, then sat down with folded hands and a smile in his eyes.

In the hot air, it seemed that the gentle and soft face of the teacher was shaking and gradually blurred, which made me unable to grasp the edge.

"Watching me write on the blackboard is also in a daze, and watching me pour tea is also in a daze. I found that you like to stare at my back in a daze. This means that the front is not good-looking, right?"

The teacher was drinking hot tea comfortably, completely ignoring my serious and stammering retort: ​​"No, no! I, I didn't mean it.....I'm sorry..."

The teacher chuckled, pointed to the hot tea in front of me and said, "Drink it while it's hot, and you'll be refreshed after class in the afternoon."

"Oh..." While drinking lavender tea, I sneaked a look at the teacher's undisturbed face, thinking that it was so different from the angry and irritable look just now, which made me a little unbelievable.

"What's the matter? What can I do for you?" The teacher asked, and I remembered the purpose of my visit to the teacher.I put down the hot tea, took out my phone from my pocket, and said with my head down, "Actually, I have something I want to ask the teacher...but I don't know if I can ask..."

"You can ask."

"Then..." I opened the text message, looked up at the teacher, and pointed to the text message with my finger.

A trace of bewilderment flashed across the teacher's face, his eyes flickered, and then he smiled dumbly. "What do you want to ask?"

"That's...that... Teacher, did you make a typo?"

"Wrong type?" The teacher's tone rose, as if he was puzzled why I asked such a question, so I added, "This is 'he' instead of 'she'?"

The teacher smiled slightly and turned his head to look at me, "Si Ting, what do you think?"

"I think it was an accidental typo." I replied blankly.

The teacher smiled without saying a word, lowered his head and picked up the cup to take a sip, and said without margin: "That's it."

"Huh?" I couldn't react for a while, the teacher put down the cup, and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "I said, it's what you think."

"Oh...that's true." In fact, I felt a sense of relief. Why is it just a simple "she" and "he" that makes me a little entangled?

"Why is your little face so wrinkled?" The teacher lightly touched my right cheek with the back of his hand. Just a few seconds was enough to make me so nervous that I forgot to breathe.

The teacher's voice was a little hoarse, as if suppressing something, and asked softly and slowly: "Are 'she' and 'him' important? Why do you care?"

For a while, I couldn't answer.

The teacher's hands are warm and smooth to the touch. The warmth slowly spread from the cheeks to the bottom of my heart, as if it soothed a certain part of my heart, and made me want to cry.

"Si Ting..." Her voice was slightly hoarse, but it was a deadly beauty, much like I was a moth and she was a fire, faintly stinging my eye sockets.

"...What?" I finally found my voice and asked, "Teacher... what do you want to ask?"

"What I want to ask...can you answer me?"

Looking directly into the teacher's eyes, I feel uneasy and unmistakable that I was completely seen through by the woman in front of me at this moment, but it seems that because this woman is a teacher, I am willing...

I nodded slightly, waiting with bated breath.

The teacher sneered and patted my head, thus covering my sight, and her light voice wafted into my ears.

The woman gently rubbed the top of my head, and said with some hesitation, "Then...do you care about her and him? What is your motivation for asking me this question?"

I thought about it, and said honestly: "I care, and I also think that the teacher made a mistake by mistake, and the teacher also confirmed my idea, it was a mistake by accident, so that's fine!"

The teacher withdrew his hand, folded his hands on the table, and said with an angry and funny look, "Do you believe everything I say?"

"Because you are a teacher, so I believe everything the teacher says."

The teacher narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on his mouth disappeared.

"Is your belief because I am a 'teacher', or because of 'me'?"

I was silent for a while, then shook my head, looked down at the lavender in the teacup, and replied in a low voice: "Both. You are a very good teacher, and I am a very ordinary student. I really don't think I have anything to the teacher. special."

The bell for the end of the lunch break also rang at this moment. I stood up with a wry smile and then shrugged my shoulders, pretending to say goodbye as if nothing had happened: "Teacher, I'm going to the club class first, see you in the seventh period."

Turning around and walking towards the door, when she was stepping out of the reception room, she was stopped by a cold voice, "Si Ting."

When I turned my head, I saw the teacher raised his hand and hooked the side hair behind his ear, and then I froze.

When I saw the earring on the teacher's left ear, I could hardly believe it.

"I'm the same as you..." the teacher said lightly.The light blue earring on the left ear shines with an eye-catching shimmer through the sunlight outside the window.

"...So, here's my real answer."