gray love

I opened the door, but she didn't appear in my field of vision as I thought, the living room was empty, I heard the ping-pong sound of tableware in the kitchen, and I walked into the kitchen following the sound and aroma.

With a slender body and a busy back view, the hair around her ears slipped down and obstructed her eyes. She casually pushed it to her ears with the back of her hand and continued to work on her work.

I leaned against the door and looked at her back obsessively. I have secretly looked at her with this obsessive eyes countless times, but now my eyes have withdrawn from the extravagant hopes of the past, as dead ashes, from head to toe Sowed the gloom.

She turned off the fire, took out the fried vegetables, turned around, and saw me.

There was a moment of melancholy in her eyes, and I could see it very clearly. Now, I can see every expression of her as clearly as capturing my own voice and smile. However, I will try my best to change, and force myself to get rid of this bad habit.

She stretched the corners of her mouth and outlined a beautiful smile: "You're awake."

She put the food on the dining table, walked up to me in a panic, and was about to reach out, but suddenly stopped like a cassette, she hesitated, and finally stood on tiptoe, and slowly approached me.

I knew what she wanted to do, lowered my eyes, and didn't move.

She touched mine with her forehead to test my temperature.

It's strange why I don't have the sweetness of the past, but I am tearing and sad.

"It's still a little hot, I'll take some medicine after dinner." She muttered in a low voice, with a little more anxiety in her eyes.

I didn't speak, turned my head to look aside, but was suddenly attracted by the tofu mixed with Chinese toon on the table.

I opened my eyes wide in surprise, walked to the table, and stared at the dish.

"I went to many places to buy Chinese toon sprouts, and they are very expensive, you must finish them," she said to me, with a little cautiousness hidden under her smile.

I nodded, tears almost welling up in my eyes, I have been thinking about this dish for 11 years.

I sat down, picked up the spoon, my hand was barely in control, and when I tremblingly touched the tofu, the spoon suddenly fell.

I looked up, looked at her, and opened my mouth.

My throat was as uncomfortable as being cut by a knife. Looking at her stunned expression, I forced myself to make a sound, "Teacher..." I finally made a sound.

"What's the matter?" She showed a nervous look, "You...don't like to eat?"

"You...don't be so nice to me." My voice was weird, my throat might be suppurated.

She smiled, her expression relaxed, she picked up an empty bowl and filled it with soup, and placed it in front of me.

"Let's eat, haven't you eaten all day?"

"Why?" I said, "When all the people respect me, why are you... never leave me"

She paused, like a century later, and replied, "Why can't it be me?"

I am dumbfounded.

"I don't want to give up a person who still has stubborn and innocent eyes." She said, and put a spoonful of tofu mixed with toon on the dinner plate in front of me.

"Among the students I have come into contact with, including my tutoring students, there is no one like you. You are stubborn and decadent on the surface, but you are always fighting for your own ideas, and you will never give up until you achieve your goals. You are like this. My student, unique and sunny, why shouldn't I treat her well?"

She shifted her eyes to me and continued: "During the last class reunion, my classmates who were teachers agreed that now, those students with good grades are very likely to be white-eyed. Those who contact and say hello are almost all those mischievous students who once caused us headaches, and you..."

She smiled softly: "From the first time I saw you, I knew that you would not be a white-eyed wolf, so I made up my mind very early on that I must teach you well as a student."

"But..." I stared blankly at the food on the table, and there was a piercing pain in my empty hand.

"One more thing, I want to apologize to you." I looked at her, and she looked at me earnestly and apologetically, I didn't want to see her eyes, because I saw a dazzling distance from them.

"Yesterday you performed, and I left on a temporary basis, breaking my promise..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, I smiled, and Teacher Yu also had the expression of a child who has done something wrong, so cute and distressed.

"teacher…"

She looked up, I watched her quietly,

"It's okay," my smile said "It doesn't matter": "It's just a show, it's not a big deal."

"But…"

"There's nothing to apologize for." I looked away and suddenly raised my voice and said seriously, "If the person I love comes back,"

I looked at her, and the circles of my eyes gradually became hot and red: "If she comes back, even if I am performing, I will run to her, regardless of my own safety..."

"So I understand you, teacher."

She looked at me with a trace of anxiety in her eyes. After three or four seconds of silence, she suddenly exhaled and said, "Let's eat."

What was she thinking during those few seconds?

We ate quietly, Xiangzuo was speechless.

I've already caught her flustered, could it be... She feels my love for her?

She put vegetables for me, but refused to look at me, she was always like this, hot and cold, I couldn't figure it out, but since I made up my mind to confess my love, those three words scorched me like a fire I will say it anyway today.

"Teacher..." I put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at her, "I..."

She stood up suddenly as if she had been electrocuted: "I'm going to boil water, and I'll take medicine later."

In a panic, she walked towards the kettle, and after boiling the water, she stood by the side in a daze, waiting for the water to boil.

I was in no mood to eat, and the confession was lingering in my injured throat. I stood up and walked to her side. She heard my footsteps and said sternly: "Go to eat, what are you doing here?"

Her back was still facing me, I frowned slightly, the whistling of the kettle made me restless, so I said: "Teacher..." My voice was so gentle that I could melt it, although it was hoarse, "I..."

"Bang!" a piercing sound choked my confession, the kettle tipped over, and Xiao covered her hands in pain, I pulled her injured hand in a panic and turned on the faucet, cold water rolled on the back of her red hand.

"What's going on? Why did the kettle fall?" I said anxiously.

She didn't speak, and let me treat the wound for her.

"Do you have burn cream at home?"

"Have."

"where?"

She turned off the faucet suddenly, broke free from my hand, and faced me with a cold expression: "My hand doesn't matter, what exactly are you trying to say?"

I froze for a moment, her appearance suddenly made me lose my courage, and I whispered, "I...I want to say..."

"Have you watched too many idol dramas?"

This sentence is like a basin of cold water, no, a basin of boiling water poured on me.

"How long do you still want blood? Do you think I will fall in love with you?" Her questioning made my pupils dilate.

"You know." I have no doubts. Although the message conveyed by her last paragraph was repeatedly denied and then confirmed by my brain, in the end, I still had to admit that she knew.

"Even a fool can see it," she said, and I looked at the back of her red hand, avoiding her eyes.

She raised her head and sighed, and the air she exhaled made me feel helpless: "I never wanted to expose it. I have already seen that you like girls, but I didn't expect you to like me."

I suddenly looked up into her eyes, and asked her back: "Do you just think I like you?"

She froze, her pupils as deep as amber were erratic.

"I've been wanting to say 'I love you' just now." I finally said it, but I didn't feel the relief I imagined, because she had already given me the answer after confessing.

"I love you."

I always felt that it was not satisfying, so I repeated it again. The sentence buried in my heart finally came back to life, and finally passed through the fragrance of rice and the solemn breath of the two people and condensed in her ears.

"Everyone has a teacher they like, but that's just when they mistook admiration for love when they were young..."

"I'm not." I said firmly, "You know, teacher, do you know the feeling of... being hacked into pieces? You know the feeling of being so sleepy but keeping your eyes open Do you feel it?"

Xiao lowered her head and closed her eyes.

"I don't know," she opened her eyes and stared at me. "There are some things you don't know either."

"What's the matter?" I was stunned, feeling that the next second of the conversation would bring me back to drinking blood and breaking my heart.

"It's nothing, you go back." She passed me, her face pale.

I didn't stalk her, I didn't hold her back, and I left her home without saying anything.

The cold wind woke up all the cells in my body, and there was a heat wave floating in my nasal cavity. I knew I was still having a fever.

She suddenly caught up, her face...still pale.She stuffed me with the medicine, told me a few words and left.

I looked at her back, my eyes were empty and uncomfortable.

I took out my mobile phone and sent her a text message. This sentence has been lingering in my heart for a long time: "I love you, but I will not disturb you."

I won't disturb you, you have smoothed out my abrupt edges, my unruliness, my stubbornness, you said that you like me fighting for my own ideas all the time, and that I will never give up until I achieve my goal, but this Once, my palms are filled with I won't bother you, I won't fight for you, and even one day I'll give you up.

Because I love you hoarsely, so at this moment, I am standing downstairs of you, grasping my courage, determination... for your courage...