It turns out that I love you

That year, he, he was 28 years old; he was single, he was married; he was a high-achieving student in the Department of Architecture, and he was a knowledgeable and talented mentor in the Department of Architecture; their lives were destined to become parallel lines, and they would never cross point.

By mistake, the moment the tip of the pen touches the paper creates a relationship that has been entangled for ten years.

As a science student, Gong Xinuo doesn't like history, but he was careless, his eyes wandered, he read the wrong lines, and mistook architectural history for linear algebra. There is a nice little tick in the box.

He didn't react until he got the timetable.Gong Xinuo was annoyed: How could he be wrong?

Thinking about it later, perhaps, it was God's intention that they were destined to meet.

Reluctantly holding the book, he dawdled to the lecture theater and chose a seat in the back row far away from the lecture table. He hadn't started class yet, and was already looking forward to the bell ringing early for the end of get out of class.Under the book, there is a book of engineering cost.

"Hello, students. My name is Yang Yiqing, and I am the teacher of this course. Welcome everyone to choose architectural history, and hope to have a pleasant course period with you."

The thick and magnetic voice caught Gong Xinuo's attention. He raised his head and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose to his eyes, only then did he see clearly the young man standing on the podium.

The man is about 30 years old, with black hair, broad and bright forehead, thick sword eyebrows, round eyes, double pupils cut water, bright and radiant, slender and strong figure, standing on the edge of the podium in a gentle and elegant manner, his eyes are flowing from time to time. With great affinity.

"Next, for the first class, I want to hear everyone's opinions. You can tell me what kind of teaching method you like. You can talk freely. Teacher, I have always been informal, so I don't need to stand up."

The personable and gentle teacher immediately caused a small commotion below, and there were endless discussions.Several bold girls asked loudly: "Teacher, are you married?"

Yang Yiqing smiled softly, she has been a teacher for so long, she has seen this kind of situation a lot, and she has already practiced the ability to show her face without red heart. "My son is two years old."

There was booing from the audience: "Teacher, don't lie!"

Gong Xinuo stared at his handsome face for a long time, and his heart skipped a beat!

I had an indescribable feeling about the teacher I met for the first time, as if, it seemed, probably, I liked him very much inexplicably.

Young man, the heart of spring is moving.

A student's admiration for the teacher is all shown in the classroom. Every time Gong Xinuo comes to the lecture theater early, he must occupy a seat on the right side of the first row. Sitting here, he can just see Yang Yiqing's entire profile clearly.

Face to face with him, always blush.

Listen to the class carefully and take notes carefully. Yang Yiqing is a talented person who can mobilize the classroom atmosphere very well. Even though it is an elective course, he still speaks with gusto. I feel that there is still more to say, and I look forward to the content of the next class.

Every time in class, Gong Xinuo would always hold his chin with his left hand and hold a pen in his right hand. His eyes followed Yang Yiqing's footsteps, his ears were filled with his voice, his eyes were filled with his figure, and his heart was filled with his whole being.

Yang Yiqing turned around occasionally, met his eyes, and smiled knowingly.Embarrassed, Gong Xinuo immediately lowered his head and made a note-taking gesture.

He took out the cowhide notebook that he had been reluctant to use, and copied the notes on it stroke by stroke.The tip of the pen walks on the white paper, and every stroke contains his silently cultivated feelings.

As he was writing, his figure appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

Every word and every sentence, the heart falls when I see it.

There is a special secret in the ordinary notebook, hiding the budding emotional flower of a teenager.

Gong Xinuo no longer went to the student cafeteria, and whenever it was lunch time, he calculated the time and had to eat in the teacher cafeteria.They lined up behind Yang Yiqing, deliberately separated by a few people, not too far away, so they could clearly see Yang Yiqing's every move.

He deliberately chooses the same meal as him, and it tastes like happiness, as if eating with him is as pleasant.

Study harder, especially architectural history.I don't hesitate to spend a lot of time going to the library to look up various materials, just to complete a [-]-word thesis.

After turning off the lights, I hid under the quilt and turned on the flashlight, gently flipping through the books with the faint light.They are all books recommended by him. If you save up your meal expenses, you must buy one for your collection.

If you pass by his office, you will definitely stop.I stood silently for a while, watching him quietly correcting the thesis, until he raised his head, and then left in a hurry, not wanting to be seen by him.

All papers that have been corrected by him are stored in folders.

In my spare time, I took it out and admired the handwriting he left on it. The vigorous, unrestrained and generous Chinese characters lay quietly on the paper, disturbing his heart.

The more I miss it, the more I dare not approach it.

Gong Xinuo had never gone to the office alone to ask Yang Yiqing for advice. Many doubts about academic issues were resolved by searching for information.

Seeing Yang Yiqing, he would be nervous, blush, and even stutter.

Yang Yiqing didn't know about his admiration, admiration, love, and lovesickness.

However, Gong Xinuo's cautious attitude towards studying still caught his attention.I praised more than once in my heart: What a hardworking and motivated student, he will definitely make great achievements in the future!

He didn't know that Gong Xinuo's diligence and progress were all due to him.

At the end of the semester, Gong Xinuo's architectural history score was the highest among all subjects.

Yang Yiqing found him on purpose, and praised him without hesitation: "Gong Xinuo, congratulations, you have become the number one scholar in the department."

"Thank you." Gong Xinuo didn't dare to look him in the eye, fearing that the electric current would spread throughout his body and cause adverse reactions.

"In this way, in order to celebrate your good grades, the teacher can grant you a wish." Yang Yiqing liked this quiet and studious student very much.

Gong Xinuo looked up, surprised: "Wish?"

"Yes, the teacher can grant you one wish. Think about it, what wish can the teacher fulfill." Yang Yiqing reminded him.

Gong Xinuo was silent for a moment, and summoned up his courage: "Teacher, can you have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

"Dinner. Okay, the teacher treats you!" Yang Yi readily agreed to his unembarrassing request.

The next night, Yang Yiqing fulfilled his promise and had dinner with him.Yang Yiqing originally wanted to invite him to a big meal, but Gong Xinuo refused.

Gong Xinuo took him to a roadside stall near the school and ate warm rice noodle soup.

A big bowl of steaming rice noodle soup for one person, with a golden fried egg on top of the rice noodle.Gong Xinuo started to eat with a whimper, and when he was full, he put down his chopsticks in satisfaction.

"Do you like to eat this?" Yang Yiqing kept smiling and watching him devouring his food.

"like."

Because eating with people you like, no matter what you eat, you like to eat.

After paying the bill, Yang Yiqing asked him, "Where else do you want to go? The teacher will accompany you tonight. You only have one chance. Think about it carefully."

"Huh?" Gong Xinuo bit his lip and pointed to the road ahead. "Teacher, let's go there!"

On the wide steps leading to the college monument, Gong Xinuo and Yang Yiqing stood one behind the other, Gong Xinuo clenched his fists: "Again, rock-paper-scissors!"

Gong Xinuo's hand was scissors, and Yang Yiqing's hand was cloth.

"Haha, teacher, you lost again!" Gong Xinuo stepped up two steps excitedly, turned around and smiled brightly at Yang Yiqing. "Teacher, if you lose again, I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other's hands."

Yang Yiqing shook his head amusedly: "Why do you have to play this?"

"When I was young, I always wanted to play this game, but unfortunately, no one played with me." Gong Xinuo stomped his feet, the weather was very cold, and breathed out with his hands to keep warm.

Yang Yiqing threw the gloves up: "Wear it, you will get frostbite!"

Gong Xinuo caught the gloves, gray woolen gloves, still carrying Yang Yiqing's body temperature.Putting it on the cold red hand foolishly, it seems that Yang Yiqing's hand is warming him.

With ten fingers connected to the heart, I feel warm in my heart.

In the new semester, Gong Xinuo was selected by the college as an exchange student to study in the UK.

Yang Yiqing made a special trip to see him off, and took a bookmark engraved with a maple leaf pattern as a parting gift, wishing him: "Study hard, take care of your health, your future is limitless."

Holding the bookmark in his hand, Gong Xinuo turned around and walked quickly to the boarding gate without saying a word.

Reluctantly, his tears flowed in his heart.

Every festive season, he would always receive a blessing email from Yang Yiqing, a few words, but it warmed his heart.

Being in a foreign country, Yang Yiqing is the only reason for him to keep going.

After years of separation, Gong Xinuo returned home after studying.

Get rid of the youthful appearance and retain the previous state of mind.

Unfortunately, things are different.

He and him are destined to be two parallel lines that cannot intersect.

Ten years, how many decades can a person have in his life.

Gong Xinuo morbidly guarded a hopeless relationship until it withered.

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