Love on the left bank, you on the right bank

I think I'm in love with night markets in Taiwan.

The night markets in Taiwan were an eye-opener for me. Although the crowds are turbulent, they are not overwhelming, but rather lively.There are also many stalls and types. No wonder the teacher said that the night market is a must-have nightlife for Taiwanese.

"Want to eat that?" The teacher pointed to the signboard of meatballs, "Takoyaki, have you tried it?"

I shook my head, at least I didn't eat this when I was in Vancouver.

My teacher and I stood in front of the street vendor, because of the crowd, we were very close, very close, almost our arms were stuck together.I was a little nervous, but the teacher was calm.

"I like it very much." The teacher watched the boss take the light yellow liquid and pour it neatly on the iron plate with holes, "Takoyaki is delicious."

The teacher's voice is very soft and soft. I thought her voice would be drowned out by the noise of the crowd, but it didn't. "Because I like it, I hope you will like it too."

The teacher paid the money, took the box of steaming takoyaki and smiled at me, "Be careful, eat it."

"It smells so good." I inserted an octopus ball with a bamboo stick, put it in my mouth and bit it down carefully. The soft skin melted in my mouth. The chewy octopus is very fragrant and elastic, and there is also a special sauce. The taste is also very good.

"Delicious!" I said, and saw the teacher smile happily.

"As long as you like it, it's okay to eat half of it, right?"

I nodded and ate as I walked, passing through the crowds of people coming and going.The teacher took me to her favorite vendors one by one, and I found out that the teacher actually eats a lot, but she is still very thin, and of course she is still lordotic and warped cough cough.

After going around a few times, I have more papaya milk in my hand, and a few plastic bags after eating food.I took out the toilet paper from my bag and handed it to the teacher, just as we walked to a booth selling earrings.

"Do you have pierced ears?" The teacher asked while bowing his head to choose earrings. It seems that the teacher also likes this kind of small accessories, right?

"Yes." I also looked at these earrings, dazzled.

"Yeah, do you wear both sides? Or just the right side?"

My hand stopped in mid-air, and after a pause of two seconds, I pretended to be nonchalant and replied, "I only wear the right ear."

The teacher nodded knowingly, "I think so. If you only wear one side, most girls wear it on the right side, right? If there is a taboo about the difference between the left and right ears, there should be no taboo in foreign countries, right?"

"In fact, the habit of wearing earrings was originally spread from the West to the East, so the real difference between the left and right ears is more obvious in foreign countries. It seems that boys in Taiwan are more taboo, and girls are more indifferent. Although if girls wear one side alone, The left ear represents T, there is such a saying.”

"So is it also in foreign countries? Girls wear only the left ear is T?"

I lowered my head to avoid the teacher's gaze and responded with a low voice. "Where I lived before, yes."

"That's it. Huh? What do you think of this?" The teacher picked up a dark blue drop-shaped earring and placed it next to my right ear, looking carefully, "What do you think?"

I saw my reflection in the mirror placed in the store, and the dark blue earrings chosen by the teacher.

"Okay, this is it!" I said to the proprietress, just as I was about to take money out of the coin purse, the teacher stopped me.

When the proprietress turned around to take the money, the teacher whispered in my ear: "How can there be a reason for the teacher to come out with the students and ask the students to pay?" Then she paid the money first.

What I care about is that, sure enough, our identities are so hard to ignore.

"Thank you." I took the brown paper bag and smiled gratefully.

"No, this suits you very well."

I smiled, but my heart sank into the sea.

Dark blue, the color of sea water.If it is light blue, I can comfort myself that it represents the sky, but the color of the earrings in the bag, no matter how you look at it, makes people think of the deep sea first.

But... thinking of the teacher's expectant eyes, I suddenly seemed to have no reason to refuse to accept it.

Is it just because the teacher picked it for me?

Maybe I still respect people with the title of "teacher"?Probably not because of "Huang Youyun".

I opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. I had just put on my seat belt when I met the teacher with deep eyes.

The outdoor parking lot was pitch black, so the bright moonlight outside poured into the car, which made the teacher's expression complex and deep, which was an emotion I couldn't explain.

"Si Ting, are you happy today?"

I was stunned. "happy!"

"But I think your smile is very sad, and at the same time, your eyes are still inseparable. What are you thinking?"

I am dumbfounded.

"Si Ting, maybe you don't trust me as a person, but the 'teacher' can be trusted. No teacher would want to harm his students, at least I am, so..." The teacher took a deep breath, her eyes firm , "I can share your sorrow for you."

"... Teacher, thank you." I smiled and felt embarrassed, "But I don't want to."

"Why not? Do you hate me?"

I shook my head.

"I'm used to being alone. I don't want to let my negative and sad things bother others. As long as I can hold on, I won't ask others for help."

"Then have you ever collapsed? When you can't hold on."

Looking at the teacher's serious eyes, for some reason, I couldn't bear to dodge again.

"...Yes, that's why I moved and transferred here."

The teacher was silent, but I smiled.

I closed my eyes, and slowly pulled the hair on the left side behind my ear, revealing the silver earring.I almost resisted the urge to have a sore nose, and laughed harder than crying, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I lied to you. My earring is only worn on the left ear, and I have been doing it since I was a child. Do you understand what I mean?"

I dare not look at the teacher's expression.

Even if the whole world casts aside my sexuality, I just... just don't want the woman in front of me to hate me.

The dead silence is the sound of despair.

The courage to come out is: you don't know what the other person will think of you or comment on you from this moment on.The secrets you have been carefully hiding, the insecurities you have exposed to the sun, make you helpless.

Really.... makes people very helpless...

"Then what does it matter?"

Suddenly, I felt my earlobe being touched lightly. I opened my eyes in surprise and saw the teacher still smiling gently. She pointed to the rear-view mirror.

I straightened up and froze after looking at myself in the rearview mirror.

On my left ear was a dark blue earring that my teacher had just bought for me. I turned to look at her, and she spread her palm, handed me the original earring, and said, "It means you are not alone."

"Since we are in a new environment, we need to replace it with a new one." The teacher pointed to my left ear.

I nodded, turned my head and leaned against the car window, looking at the moonlight outside the window.

The teacher started the car with a smile and concentrated on driving.I secretly smiled.

I think this will be the most beautiful scenery in my high school life.