PS 143

eleven

The next day I woke up before her, looked at her in my arms, and the happiness of living together before came back.

I quietly got up from the bed, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Not long after, Xiaojie and Lan Xin entered the door.

"Sister! You're home!" Lan Xin greeted me excitedly when she saw me.

"Oh yeah, didn't go out last night." I said.

"Did you not go to see the teacher?" Xiaojie looked at me and asked.

"She hasn't woken up yet." I pointed to the door of the room.

"Oh, what are you doing?" Lan Xin looked at me and asked.

"Make breakfast, do you two want to drop by?" I asked them.

They nodded, and I smiled and took two extra eggs from the refrigerator into the kitchen.

After a while, Lan Xin ran into the kitchen, we chatted nonchalantly, and Xiaojie went to take a shower.

When the two of us came out of the kitchen with breakfast, we just saw the teacher open the door sleepily.

"Ah! The teacher woke up." Lan Xin said with a smile.

The teacher had a frightened expression on his face.

"I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face for breakfast." I said with a smile.

She nodded and went back to her room to wash up.

"Did I scare her?" Lan Xin asked me after she entered the room.

"A little bit. But it will be nice if she comes out again." I think her frightened expression is really cute.

"Teacher looks very young." Lan Xin and I said as we sat down.

"Well maintained. Haha! When I sneaked to listen to her class before, some students even said that she was only in her early forties." I said with pride, because this woman is mine.

"I heard Xiaojie say that the boy who took good care of you in the United States is her son..." She leaned towards me and asked me.

"Um, yeah. So been working on this for the past two days." I said, biting my fork against the urge to start first.

"So are you okay now?" She asked with concern.

"It's okay." I said with some hesitation.

To be honest, I don't know if it's good or not right now.

"Good morning." The teacher came out of the room and said to us both with a smile.

"Good morning, teacher." Lan Xin answered first, like a little girl.

"Doctor Lan, long time no see." She smiled and sat down.

"Do you still remember me? Did your wound heal afterwards? Did you heal it?" I think Lan Xin's impression of the teacher should be very deep.

"The wound healed well, but I didn't remove it, it's still on my body now." She answered honestly.

"Really? Why don't you just cut it off? It should be a full length." Lan Xin asked curiously, and I was also curious.

"Well, no one can see it anyway. I'm old, so I don't like to be so beautiful." She said with a smile, the reason she had already explained.

"Okay, let's start, don't wait for Xiaojie, I'm so hungry." After I finished speaking, I picked up the fork and attacked the food.

Soon, Xiaojie joined us for breakfast, and the four chatted happily while eating.

The topic naturally revolves around the two of us.She talks most of the time, and I love hearing her talk about us.

After dinner, the teacher was going back to school to invigilate the exam, so I went out with her, and I went to a coffee shop near the school to sit and read a book, and call her when she was done.

Not long after sitting down, Philip's call came again.

"How? You didn't mess up something yesterday, did you?" I asked pretending I didn't know anything.

"No! Am I that stupid?" he protested loudly.

"God knows. You're not stupid, but you're dead-brained." I continued to scold him mercilessly.

"Oh, yes, I was really full of brains before." He admitted.

"So, how was last night?" I returned to the subject.

"I did what you said. I apologized to Mommy first, and then I told her what I thought." We began to talk seriously.

"What's on your mind?" I asked.

"I think, at the beginning, I really reacted too violently, and I didn't analyze the whole thing carefully. In fact, the relationship between people cannot be interpreted with logic or reason. You told me yesterday It's actually quite right. What I really care about is whether she can be happy, whether there is someone who can accompany her and take care of her, that's all. Calm down and think about it, as long as that person can treat her well and put her first One, the others are really not important." He said seriously.

"Well, do you really think so, or is it because I reminded you that it's right and reasonable to think so?" I continued to ask.

"I really think so! I've seen her stubbornness since I was a child. No matter what grievances she has, no matter how hard she works, she will bear it silently by herself. She doesn't say anything. If she has grievances, she tears into her stomach. It's the same even when I was with my dad. I didn't hear her say anything bad about my dad. Even when they were getting divorced, I often went to her to say that my dad was bad, and I wanted to follow her. , she also told me in turn that what Dad did has nothing to do with whether he is good or not. I will understand the world of adults when I grow up. It happened, but I didn't feel better, on the contrary, I felt so sorry for her. I think she didn't want me to touch that part of her heart. She always said she was fine and asked me not to worry, but How can it be really good? How can I not be worried? You know, during the five years I spent with you in the United States, I really feel that women need to be taken care of. No matter how powerful a strong woman is, she also has weaknesses. So, I really just hope someone can take good care of her. That’s really enough.” Even on the phone, I can still feel his sincerity.

"Well, I believe you are serious about her. Congratulations, the little boy is finally growing up." I teased him.

"But she still won't let me see her lover," he complained.

"Why on earth do you want to see her?" I still have this question.

"I think, I want to tell her to my face, please take good care of my mommy. That's very important to me." I think he came up with the answer after thinking about it.

"Oh, then you should go and talk to the teacher." I said, in fact, I hoped to confess as soon as possible, and deal with the problems that may arise later, so that everyone can relax.

"Okay, I'll talk to her again... I ask you, what kind of person is she?" He asked me again suddenly.

"Just tell you that I won't tell you anymore, don't ask any more, if you ask me again, I will hang up." I said impatiently.

"Older or younger than my mommy?" He seemed to ignore my displeasure.

"I told you not to ask me. Anyway, if you really want to see her, you have to be very mentally prepared." After I finished speaking, I hung up the phone directly.

The teacher's words of "no courage" last night have been lingering in my mind. Our relationship has required a lot of courage for her from the very beginning.To this day, I still can't imagine how much courage it took for her to decide to hold my hand and not let go.In the first hug when I was sick, she was also full of anxiety, right?But she did it anyway.Although I gave up halfway, when I appeared in front of her again, she still grabbed me without hesitation. I couldn't help asking myself, if the roles were reversed today, would I have the courage like her to fall in love with someone who is as small as me? Many-year-old girls.

She said she has no courage, I think it is understandable, she has used so much courage, how can I urge her to give more courage at this time.I think it's time for me to give her courage.

I picked up my phone and sent a text message asking her to call me after class.

Why did I feel that I hadn't read a book for a long time, and the phone rang.

"Class is over?" I asked her when I picked it up.

"Well, wait for me in the laboratory. I have put the key in your pocket." She said with a smile.

I reached out and touched it, and sure enough, there was an extra key.

"When did you put it?" I asked in surprise.

"When I went out in the morning." She said proudly.

"Okay, I see." I said, getting up and moving to her lab.

Not long after, I stood at the door of her research room, looking at her name on the door plate, I stretched out my hand and traced her name stroke by stroke.

"Why are you sneaking around here?" She asked while standing three steps away from me with a bunch of handouts in her arms.

"I appreciate your name." I said, and stepped forward to take what she was holding.

Opening the door, I followed her into the research room.

As soon as she put the things down, she opened her arms and hugged me tightly.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She didn't answer, she raised her head and kissed my lips.

"Is my name so pretty?" she asked me afterwards.

I nod.

How could she know that the weight of these two words in my life is so important.

"I can't stand you." She had just finished speaking when the phone rang.

I really want to know if Philip has secretly installed some kind of monitor somewhere, why he can call at such a good time every time.

While they were talking on the phone, I went to the bathroom and came back to see her smiling at me.

"He should, he will call you soon..." She said with a malicious smile.

"What?" I looked at her with wide eyes.

Then the phone rang again.

"Sister, where are you?" That's what he said at the beginning.

"Outside, how about it?" I looked at her, she had a cunning smile on her face.

"Is it okay to have dinner with me and Mommy tonight?" he asked me.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Mum said yes, anyway, you are her student." He said shamelessly.

"Oh yes, so how about an appointment?" I said, agreeing.

"Appointment to Mommy's lab, she said," he told me.

"Okay, I see. I'll go there now." After I finished speaking, I hung up the phone.

The smile on the teacher's face is a smile of success.

"You're really treacherous." I said, looking at her.

"This is also a way to steal time with you." She said, and kissed again to stop me from complaining.

That night, the teacher decided to go to the night market again. The three of us shuttled in the night market. Most of the time, the teacher walked in the front. Philip was afraid that I would not be seen, so he insisted on "leading the team".

I remembered the first time I went to the night market with my teacher.

It's hard to believe we've lived like this for so many years.

After eating and drinking enough, we came to the embankment again.

"So full!" he said, sitting on the grass.

We looked at the big boy at the same time and laughed at the same time.

"Mommy, you said this is where Dad proposed to you?" He looked at the teacher and asked.

The teacher nodded.

"It's hard for me to imagine how you and Dad have been together for so long." It seems that he is still trying to digest what happened in the past two days.

"Hehe, maybe when you grow up, you will understand." She said to Philip with a smile.

"What, am I not old enough? Ape, do you understand?" He suddenly looked at me and asked.

"Well, I understand." I nodded.

"You're amazing!" he said, looking at me.

"It's you who let me understand the kind of close family relationship between each other." I looked at him and said.

His face is full of doubts, but her face is not too surprised, she understands.

"You know? At first I resisted you because I didn't want to spend extra time on extra emotions. As I said, my goal is to finish my studies and go back to Taiwan to find her. But gradually I accepted You are like family. Although I knew you liked me from the beginning, I think I must say that although I can't be your lover, I can't completely ignore you. I'm used to you being by my side, the kind of company Feeling. It may be selfish to say this, but really, I don’t know what I would have been without you for those five years. I can’t live without you, just like I can’t live without Xiaojie. But I also know that I can’t If you continue to have you, you who have been caring for me will never be able to find the happiness that truly belongs to you. I will let you go, and even push you if necessary. The time you waste on me makes me so precious, but At the same time, I also have a feeling of guilt towards you that I can't ignore. It's not that you don't like girls, but you are too focused on me. To be honest, I can't accept myself like this...I can't describe that feeling exactly, I I think you understand. And this feeling, I think it may be similar to how the teacher feels about your father." I looked at the two of them and said.

"I know, I always knew that one day you would push me away. It is not a lie that I have been with you for five years. I am also clear about your requirements for yourself and your stubbornness. You said that I have learned to be with you. Secrets coexist, maybe you should say, I love your secrets as a part of you, I have also thought about it, if you don’t have him in your heart, maybe, maybe I won’t like you so much, you know, men for Things that are too easy to get are always not cherished so much. On the contrary, you can’t get them. They will always be the best. That’s okay, at least you in my heart will always be the best. I think this is enough "He said, looking me in the eyes.

I was stunned not knowing what to say.

After a while, I walked up to him and gave him a big hug.

"Promise me that you will be happy." He whispered in my ear.

"I will, you also want to be happy, very happy." I said with a smile.

At that moment, I could feel that he was really relieved, and he seemed to have matured instantly. The boy who was shuttled in the night market just now was already a man with shoulders.

"It turns out that my son is so secretive, I am proud of you, son." I think the teacher must have heard the conversation just now from beginning to end.

"Also, Mommy, you want to be happy too." He turned around and hugged the teacher tightly.

"Oh, by the way, I have another question, why do you two know each other so well?" He suddenly shot back the carbine.

"Because the time when my mother passed away happened to be when the teacher was helping me prepare to go abroad, so the teacher was with me during that painful time." I said.

"Then... what about your him?" Why is he always smart when he should be stupid, and stupid when he should be smart.

"She's here too. It's a good thing I have them, otherwise I should be miserable." I said with a smile.

"Mommy, have you seen Ape's him?" He turned to ask the teacher.

"Yes, I've seen it." I think the acting skills of the two of us should be able to compete.

"Both of you have seen each other's lovers, but I haven't seen any of them!" He really complained "loudly".

"Why on earth do you want to see her so much?" asked the teacher.

"I hope I can ask her to take good care of you face to face." Philip looked extremely serious.

Facing him who was so serious, the teacher didn't know how to react.

"I just hope that the person you're in love with can take good care of you for me and Dad." Philip looked at her stunned and said.

"Well... I'll discuss it with her." She finally made up her mind.

He gave her a bright smile back. Philip is really a simple and charming sunshine boy.

I'm glad he didn't come to see her again. The teacher looked at his watch and felt that it was getting late, so he gave the order to go home.

"Mommy, can you lend me your car tomorrow?" He suddenly asked the teacher.

"Where are you going?" the teacher asked him.

"Xing Yuyu, drive carefully, the traffic in Taiwan is terrible! And that car is so expensive." I looked at him and said.

"I know, I want to find my classmates I met at UCLA before." He acted like a baby to the teacher.

I rolled my eyes and stepped aside. He is a boy who is almost 190, and his acting like a baby on the street is really speechless.

Take it for granted, how can a teacher who loves his son say no?

"Then... I'll drive you back first, and then I'll go home." He looked at the teacher and said.

"Do you know the way?" I asked from the side.

He smiled embarrassedly.

"Let me take it to the teacher. You'd better find out the map before you go out tomorrow." I looked at him angrily who only knew one way.

"Oh, okay, I see. Thanks!" He waved to us with a smile, and drove off in the ostentatious 911.

"Don't worry about letting him drive the car?" I looked at the teacher and asked.

"It's okay, but if you change it again, you won't buy a 911." She looked at me and said.

"What to buy then?" I asked while backing the car out of the parking space.

"Buy the car you like, let you decide." She quickly pecked my cheek and said.

"Is that so..." With a smile, I chatted with her and went back to our home.

We entered the house together, and I hugged her tightly.

"What's wrong? Hold me so tight." She put her arms around my neck and asked next to my ear.

"I feel so happy." I said.

"Okay, let's take a shower." She pushed me into the bathroom.

I obediently went into the bathroom, and when I came out, I saw her talking on the phone.

"Philip?" I asked after she hung up, looking at her.

She nodded, then changed her clothes and went into the bathroom.

I sat on the sofa and waited for her to come out of the wash.

"What's wrong?" I could see something was wrong with her.

"I love you so much." She suddenly hugged me so tightly that it hurt me.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked her.

"I feel like, when I have to confess all this to my son, I feel like I'm going to hurt him all over again...it makes me sad to think about it," she said, holding me, her voice so soft that it hurt my heart.

"Thank you." That seemed to be the only thing I could say.

"Baby, I really can't do this..." She looked into my eyes, full of sadness.

"Take it easy then," I said, even though I didn't like it.

"Is it possible for me to hide you forever?" She said, and I looked at her in shock.

"Are you serious?" I asked her uncertainly.

"I don't know...but I'm really scared..." she said, looking at me.

"Well, what do you want me to say?" I asked her.

"I don't know... You know, I was still shaken when I saw him, thinking that he treated you so well and took care of you for so long, but in the end I found out that you are the one who is the one, but you are the one The person who loves you is actually his mother... As long as I think of this, I owe him even more... If you didn't have him by your side in those years, wouldn't your situation be worse?" She suddenly began to dig into the corner .

"Shi Ping, don't be too stubborn." I became more serious.

She looked at me blankly, suddenly frightened by my seriousness.

"However, he can't deny his kindness to you, and he can't make me feel guilty." She recovered and continued.

"Then have you ever thought about my mood? Has he ever thought about my mood?" I was slightly angry.

She looked at me with puzzled eyes.

"Why should I accept his kindness to me? Have you ever thought about this? I didn't have that kind of affection for him from the beginning to the end, but he took care of me with the mood of taking care of his girlfriend. Has anyone thought about it? But how unwilling I am to accept that kind of kindness? People always think that as long as they are kind to others, they can be justified, but who has ever thought about the mood of the recipient? Do you know that he is kind to me, just let me be in those I want to escape more and miss you more in the days. In the end, I can only close my heart and force myself to accept it without feeling, because it is the most convenient way. I am fed up with the enlightenment and preaching of Alisha and others around me. Mental stress, who knows? I actually don’t want him to be nice to me at all. What I want is you all the time, no one else... But it seems that everyone, including you, doesn’t understand this kind of mood..." I The more I spoke, the more excited I became. When the whole paragraph was finished, I found myself shaking all over.

"Baby..." She reached out to hug me, but I dodged it.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't force you to put pressure on you...Leave me alone tonight. I'll call you tomorrow, it's okay." After I finished speaking, I kissed her on the forehead without waiting for her reaction. For a moment, then turned and left.

She didn't chase it out.

I think she also needs time to digest what I just said.

We shouldn't take other people's kindness to us for granted, but it doesn't mean that we can take it for granted.We often understand the former, but don't think of the latter, and it is the latter that often overwhelms the other party.

When I got home, Xiaojie and Lan Xin were not there, so I changed my clothes and lay back on the bed.

Am I speaking too strongly?However, I really don't know who to tell this to, except her.

I thought she would hold my hand tightly without hesitation, but unexpectedly, she was still struggling between family affection and love.

Am I overestimating myself?Is this also a kind of doom?

After an unknown period of time, I finally fell asleep.