Love on the left bank, you on the right bank

In the dream, a pair of warm hands suddenly caressed my face. After I struggled a little, I opened my eyes from my light sleep, and I was stunned to meet those gentle eyes.

"Teacher..." I whispered with full of uncertainty, I was so afraid, so afraid that the beautiful and gentle woman in front of me would disappear in my life like this, and leave alone when I was willing to open my heart. ....

"Did it wake you up?" The teacher gently touched the top of my head, I squinted my eyes comfortably, and shook my head, "No... I don't sleep well today, and I wake up easily."

The teacher's hand stopped for a while, then held the end of the hair, and gently twirled it.

"Sorry for scaring you these days." The teacher sat on the edge of the bed, gave me an apologetic smile, and continued softly, "I wanted to talk to you after the dust settled."

"'Talk'?" Maybe in the dead of night, I am too sensitive to every word of the teacher.The teacher stroked my arm and said, "Don't be afraid, it's not about breaking up."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that my nerves had been tense for a long time, and I felt deep tiredness as soon as I relaxed...

The teacher leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead, and took my hand.The long-lost warmth made my nose sore, I felt the warmth of holding hands, but the existence of women is still so unreal...

It's as if...she will disappear at any moment.

"I saw your message, and I also know that someone stole my Line, and I caught him on the spot." The teacher's tone was calm, but I was stunned. "However, I can't explain this to you for the time being... It's a bit complicated, but don't worry, we won't let the school know about our affairs, but we still have to keep a distance for the time being."

I found that I couldn't perceive a woman's mind.

There was only the faint light of the moonlight in the ward, and the teacher looked a little hazy. I stretched out my hand to hug her, and buried myself in that warm embrace. It seemed that only in this way could I feel at ease——the teacher would be by my side, never leave her. abandoned

Maybe whoever leaves this world will still live strong. I still hope that I can be with the teacher until the day of separation.

"Teacher, why did you like me in the first place?" The moment I asked, I felt the teacher's body froze, and after a few seconds, he replied: "I... I was attracted to you inexplicably, and I unconsciously wanted to love you Well, I want to love you well."

The topic was barely turned, and there was a hint of being brave, and what was said later had a bit of the connotation of making up for it after a disaster.I shook my head to let these rambling thoughts go.

Suspicion always kills love.I don't want to guess how well a woman treats me because of my uneasiness. I'm a little uncertain.

So, so tired...

"You don't believe me, do you?" the teacher asked softly, without any reprimand.I suddenly raised my head and opened my mouth to defend myself, but when I met the teacher's sad eyes, I couldn't speak.

"It's okay, actually I don't believe in myself either." The teacher smiled wryly, which made my heart tug hard. "Wait for me a little longer, okay? At the beginning, you were willing to come to my side, but now, let me come to your side."

I froze.

"Sometimes I also think, is it right to pull you into this world? You are only 17 years old, and you still have a bright future and a vast sky to fly and roam. You will have your own happiness. I will let you Is it okay for you to walk into my world, a world full of anxiety and pressure from public opinion?" The teacher slowly hugged me tightly and said in a low voice, "I will try harder and try again. You have to take good care of yourself, okay? ?"

I bit my lower lip lightly and said "OK".

The teacher slowly opened the distance between each other, stretched out his hand to pull away my collar, looked at the place where I was bitten a few days ago, and muttered to myself, "It's gone....It's good that there is no scar left... ..."

"But I remember." I smiled slightly, "I remember all of this, and I will never forget it."

Forever.

"Then, can I still pass Line to the teacher?" I asked cautiously.

She was silent for a while, then shook her head, "Not for the time being. For now...don't meet in private except for class."

My heart ached, I forced a smile and nodded, agreeing.

"Teacher, I will meet someone who is waiting for that cup of 'Latte' that belongs to me."

The teacher's eyes flickered a little.

"Actually...except for tonight's message, which I didn't see, I have deliberately read all the previous messages."

I stared blankly at the calm face of the teacher, and she continued, "I was also hesitant... I thought I wouldn't open Line, but I saw your message and I couldn't ignore it, so I opened it. I have read every message several times, patiently not responding..."

".....Why?"

The teacher said slowly, with reservations, "I'm thinking about something... so I can't respond to you for now. You have to take good care of yourself, you know?"

The teacher's gaze is too deep, like a pebble thrown into the sea, not to be inquired into.

"it is good."

At two o'clock in the morning, the ward was a little cold and the air was a little thin.

The teacher's body seemed a little thin and fragile. I leaned in the woman's arms, trying not to see the truth clearly—in fact, I couldn't warm a woman.

I slowly closed my eyes, the moonlight outside the window was a bit cold.

November passed, December came.

The weather was getting colder, I pulled my coat tighter, looked at the clock on the wall, and waited for the moment when the clock struck.

When the teacher walks into the classroom with handouts in his hand, his heart is still a little tight, his chest is still a little tight, but he is also a little calm.

At least, I have seen the teacher.

That man's yelling at me that night is still yelling in my ears from time to time.Several days have passed, and the teacher is still unwilling to tell me who that person is. I know that the teacher has her meaning in doing so. Occasionally, I still feel annoyed.

When the teacher came to the podium, I shook my head to stay awake, and I still had to concentrate on listening to the class no matter what.

"Today I'm going to teach hyperbola and asymptote, and the textbook turned to..." The teacher's voice seemed a little hoarse, did he have a cold?

I carefully watched the way the teacher was writing on the blackboard. The teacher seemed to have lost some weight. While writing on the blackboard, the teacher turned his head and coughed lightly. It seemed that he really had a cold.

"Si Ting, why do you look so pale?" The classmate next to me patted me on the shoulder. I stared blankly at the worried gaze of the classmate above, shook my head and smiled, "I'm fine." But the teacher has something to do.

The teacher turned around, put his hands on the desk, and said to the class: "There are hyperbolas and asymptotes on the blackboard. The characteristics of hyperbolas and asymptotes are: no matter how close the two lines are, they will not In this way, you may be easier to remember—no matter how good your friends are, no matter how close they are, they will only remain friends.”

I froze for a few seconds, seeing the teacher say these words flatly, I was a little relieved, I was overthinking...

A classmate in the front row raised his hand and asked, "Teacher, what about the friends who can't be together?"

The teacher paused for a few seconds, and said softly, "It's like a hyperbola, you can only look at the other party." After speaking, the teacher's eyes drifted to me. After the eyes met for a few seconds, the teacher stopped explaining the topic again, and I didn't have the mind to attend that class anymore.

When it was time to finish class, I immediately walked out of the classroom with my wallet in my hand, ignoring the shouts of my classmates, and walked directly downstairs to the supermarket that cooperated with the school.

I took a lavender tea bag and a small packet of throat lozenges from the shelf that the teacher loves to drink. When I checked out, I remembered that all the teachers in the school were going to study today, so there should be no teachers.

While thinking, I walked quietly to the faculty building, up the stairs, and slowly towards the mathematics office.I am temporarily in the mathematics department office, and there is no one around, only the teacher is lying on the table and seems to be resting.

Are you uncomfortable?I asked silently, feeling sore in my heart.

I walked into the office, took out a note from my pocket, approached the teacher slowly, and put the tea bag, throat lozenges and the note on the teacher's desk with some nostalgia.

Such a teacher really makes me want to hug her...

When I was about to turn around and leave, I heard a rustling sound, and I suddenly turned around and saw the teacher opened his eyes lightly, but he didn't get up.

"Don't go." The teacher said very softly, very lightly.

I took a deep breath and approached the teacher, stood beside the teacher, looking down at her. "Are you ok?"

The teacher smiled faintly, "...it's not so good without you."

A feeling of sadness rushed from the bottom of my heart to my eyes, I held back my tears and smiled, "Me too."

I lowered my head and gently closed my eyes, raising my hand to wipe away the tears that accidentally overflowed.

The teacher sighed softly, "...you go, you have to concentrate in class."

Facing the fatigue of the teacher, I felt for the first time what it means to be "involuntary".I lowered my head and whispered almost pleadingly: "Can we not become hyperbolic?"

The teacher didn't answer me.