Love on the left bank, you on the right bank

The cicadas are chirping, the heat of the hot summer is extremely fierce, and the bright sun outside the window somehow makes people unable to open their eyes.I closed my eyes, propped my chin with my left hand, and the sound of waves seemed to ring in my ears.

There seemed to be someone whispering to the sound of waves, and there seemed to be a hint of laughter.

"Si Ting..."

I opened my eyes suddenly, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from my temples. I almost jumped up from the chair. After taking a deep breath, I realized that it was my auditory hallucination.

No matter how many years have passed, the teacher's gentle voice still seems as clear as yesterday...

I also called the teacher, and the only response was a standard robotic female voice. "The number you dialed is empty..."

From that day on, I seemed to understand something.

Two years, three years, four years... If there is no way to give up, there is no way but to keep looking.

keep looking.

"Xiao Zuo, are you tired?" Pei Xuan patted my shoulder and asked with concern, "Is it because you are nervous because you are signing a book for the first time? Didn't sleep last night?"

"I'm not a kid who's hiking for the first time. I'm so excited that I can't sleep." I rolled my eyes, staring blankly at the crowds entering the venue, a little stunned, "Well...well, I have to Said I was getting nervous."

"Is there something wrong?" She smiled helplessly, with a look of "I can't help you", and I could only respond with a smirk.

Among the crowd in front of you, teacher, is there one of them that is you?It's just that I think..... I'm still disappointed.

Shake hands and sign with readers one by one, until the last person is signed, the smile on the corner of the mouth slowly slips.

The sound of cicadas outside the window is still deafening, and the similar sunshine and warmth are no longer what they were then.

The three-hour event actually passed by very quickly, like fine sand in the hand, even though it was held tightly, it finally slipped through the fingers.

I watched the light and shadow interlaced by the sun shining on the ground, shaking my eyes vaguely.

Still didn't...appear...

"Little Zuo, why are you still standing there! Hurry up and pack your things! I have to go back and report to Wei An!" Pei Xuan turned around and shouted at me, and continued to discuss business with the staff of the bookstore.

"Okay, okay, I'll hurry up." I casually said something perfunctory, and the moment I looked up, a seemingly bewildered figure outside the door suddenly fixed my gaze.

In the backlight, my figure was a little pale, and suddenly my whole body seemed to fall into the boundless deep sea of ​​memories. I struggled so hard that I dropped my pen and ran to the door.

The blurry light and shadow in his eyes began to shake violently. "Wait! Don't go!" Regardless of the surprised gazes of others, I almost ran away with all my strength, "Wait..."

Disappeared.

I stood stunned in the sea of ​​people passing by, looking left and right, but I couldn't find that figure no matter what... I sighed, it must be a phantom again.

There is a reason for saying "again".

With my hands on my waist, I was out of breath, and I slowly followed my breath, feeling a little sad and funny.

I often get the wrong people.As long as I see tall backs, flowing long hair, and the sound of crisp high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, it will always hit my chest, making me think it is a teacher.

But more often than not.

After a long time, I also learned what "repression" is.Even when I saw a figure similar to my teacher's back, I always tried my best to hide my joy, secretly observed, secretly expected, and then disappointed.

Every time the person who turns around is not the teacher, I always sigh silently.

Someone once asked me, what kind of longing can always make one person think about others?I always laugh without saying a word, because---this is the answer.

Only the unspeakable longing is the most sad.

"Ah! Woohoo──"

When I turned around and was about to walk back to the bookstore, this time I actually bumped into someone head-on.I took a few steps back, fell to the ground, and rubbed the bridge of my sore nose, "Who is it? Why don't you look at the road when you walk..."

"Um...yes, I'm sorry, are you alright?"

I rubbed my nose and shook my head, "It's okay..." When I opened my eyes, a book that fell in my hand caught my attention, "...my book?"

"Can you stand up?"

The moment I looked up, I suddenly met a pair of bright and clear eyes, so clean as if there was a gentle spring breeze in the eyes, and even the smile was so light.

I froze for a few seconds before standing up by myself. "I'm fine." The woman held my book tightly in her hand, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I came to the bookstore in a hurry, but I still seem to have missed it."

Looking at the woman's dejected expression as if pinching out water, I couldn't help but chuckle. "You mean the book signing? Why don't you get in line earlier?"

"Because school is over now!" the woman said plaintively, "I can't leave the students alone."

"...After school? Students?" I was stunned. "Wait, are you a teacher?"

The woman opened her eyes wide, and replied hesitantly, "Uh... yes, I'm an elementary school teacher... why?"

The woman was full of defense, and I laughed again. "Do you know that "Love on the Left Bank" is about a teacher-student relationship? Why do you like to read it even if you are a teacher?"

She rolled her eyes, "Does the law stipulate that I can't read it!" Her shyness concealed a trace of embarrassment, and I seemed to have accidentally said the wrong thing. "Sorry... I have no other meaning, sorry."

Her arrogance disappeared for a moment in astonishment, she just opened her innocent eyes like a deer, waiting for my next words, and I was stared speechless for a while.

"It's okay, it's okay! Don't stare at me like this." I don't start.

"So, the book signing is over, right? Ah, are you here for the book signing?" The flat tone still revealed a little disappointment.I snatched the book from her hand, ignored her scolding, and asked calmly, "Calm down, tell me first, what's your name? A nickname is fine too."

"Why did I tell you!" she exploded.

I sighed, opened the book and took out a strange pen from my pocket, "Tell me, I am the author."

"..." She was dumbfounded.

"..." I laughed.

"...Are you kidding me?" Her expectant look of "please lie to me" only made people want to bully even more.

"I'm serious." I shrugged.

I always thought she was going to break down.

There was a stalemate between each other, and finally she finally compromised and said, "Li Xingyou. The Li of the dawn, the star of the stars, the grapefruit of the grapefruit, the Li Xingyou."

I hesitated for a few seconds, signed it quickly, and returned it to her. "No, don't petrify me, I'm really the author."

She suddenly grabbed my shoulder and asked me a bunch of questions in a babbling voice, which made me dumbfounded, but there was a warmth flowing through the lonely place in my heart.

That day, I met a very strange woman.

If that woman asked me to introduce her, I thought, I would say, "A little shrew." Really, she is a little shrew without any femininity or the majesty of a teacher.

After the book signing was over that day, when I watched her leave, I unconsciously looked back and felt that there was a very familiar look...

It took months for me to understand what was going on, but...by the time I knew it, it was too late.

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh finally wrote it out (Khan

My calvin period should be over! ....Bar(?