Pure Love Guide ABO

"Jiang, Teacher Jiang?!"

I heard my own voice shrill and trembling.

How can it be?Teacher Qingye is Teacher Jiang?Impossible, the way I opened it must be wrong, me, I opened it again... So I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.

"No matter how hard you open your eyes, you still see me." The deep voice came from far to near, accompanied by the smell of smoke.I couldn't help but opened my eyes and looked around, only to find that Mr. Jiang had already stood in front of me in a blink of an eye.With one hand in his trouser pocket and a cigarette in the other, he looked at me calmly.

And I was still immersed in the shock for a long time and couldn't extricate myself. I subconsciously backed away, and my mind seemed to be filled with mud.If Teacher Jiang is really Qing Ye, then he wrote the book I saw at his house at the beginning; we know that Qing Ye is a writer, and Teacher Jiang is also a writer; then, I boasted a lot in the composition of the examination room I praised Teacher Qingye a lot, Teacher Jiang was very upset, and called me to the office to tell me; in the end, I kept sending emails to Teacher Qingye...

Is it too late to escape from the earth now?

The huge embarrassment rushed towards me like a sea wave. I stared at the ground and dared not look at Teacher Jiang. I felt that the moisture in my ears and face was about to evaporate.

why?What have I done?

and many more.

I took another look at "Teacher Qing Ye" who had been watching me quietly all this time, and I became annoyed after embarrassment—so he has been lying to me all this time?

He looked at me and praised him in front of him like a fool.

"Yes, I'm sorry Qing, no, Mr. Jiang, I suddenly remembered something, I'm leaving first."

I don't want to know why Teacher Jiang lied to me, I just know that at this moment, I can't stay any longer.

Without any hesitation, I turned my head and strode towards the door.

His attitude made me feel ashamed and even breathless.I can't think about anything else at all-I feel flustered when I think that I spent so many sleepless nights watching my junior high school teacher.

In fact, I know that I shouldn't be so impulsive. As an adult, I shouldn't be so emotional. Even if I don't take this job, I shouldn't be so disrespectful to Mr. Jiang.But I can't.

"Song Chi."

Suddenly, my wrist was pulled.

The touch on my wrist somehow brought back memories of that scene from many years ago.That day, Mr. Jiang sent me home. On the way, he threw away his umbrella and grabbed me. He squatted down and asked me if something was wrong.

Strange, why am I thinking of that at a time like this?But inexplicably, I calmed down and realized that I was too impulsive.Yes, Mr. Jiang hid it from me, but he didn't use it to do anything bad to me. Instead, he kept guiding me...I thought of that letter and "Norwegian Wood".

I am embarrassed again.This time, it was for my own impulse just now.

In fact, Teacher Jiang has no obligation to tell me the truth at all.I'm just his incompetent student, and I'm being self-indulgent after all.But realizing that fact... it's kind of sad.

"Song Chi. I'm sorry, the teacher didn't mean to hide it from you."

Teacher Jiang gently opened my wrist and looked at me for a moment. "It's just that you were young at that time, and I didn't want my past to contaminate you."

"I thought we would never see each other again." Teacher Jiang seemed to sigh, "Who knew we would meet again in this way."

What do you mean never seeing each other again?

I looked at Mr. Jiang in a daze, and I said, why can't I see you? Actually, I still plan to go to school to see you, but, uh, I'm a little busy...

"I'm resigning, Song Chi."

Teacher Jiang replied calmly.

Teacher Jiang seemed to think that I should sit down and calm down after being triple frightened, so he poured a cup full of hot tea and handed it to me. I sat on the edge of the sofa and took it, thanking me carefully.

Who would have thought that things would develop like this.

In fact, it is impossible not to be embarrassed at all. After all, I vowed to go to the composition and blow Mr. Jiang into the reincarnation of Lu Xun.But now is obviously not the time to be embarrassed.I was very surprised that Teacher Jiang started writing full-time instead of being a teacher.

"Actually, if you talk about resistance, there is no resistance at all." Mr. Jiang stood aside and stared at the pile of books on the ground, as if thinking about how to clean them up. "After several years of objection from my family, they didn't care about me anymore. I couldn't get through it myself. I gave up writing because of the hurdle in my heart. Until you appeared."

I just took a sip of tea and tried my best not to spit out the water.

What?I?Do you mean my gibberish?Actually, I wasn't very sincere at first... I bowed my head with a guilty conscience.

"The year you graduated from high school," Teacher Jiang squatted down to pick up those books, "I drove to the mountains alone to look at the stars, and I thought what you said was right. The night sky is really beautiful."

I had already got up and planned to help Mr. Jiang clean up, but I was stunned again after hearing this.

"So I chose to continue to be a third-rate writer and write some sloppy things." Teacher Jiang got up with a book, and suddenly turned to look at me, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I finally feel like a human being."

This sounded very strange, and it made me start to feel inexplicable panic.

"That's what you said, Mr. Jiang," I tried my best to turn the atmosphere into what I imagined, "You are also very kind to everyone, and everyone likes to be your student. We are very grateful to you, Mr. Jiang."

Teacher Jiang smiled and didn't answer.

"So, how are you thinking about work?" He put the book on the table, walked to me and sat down, not next to me, but the hand holding the cigarette spread out naturally, almost touching me. to my shoulders.

I nodded a little restrained and a little shy.

I said I think this must be a good job, you take such good care of me, and I really like your books.

"Don't talk to me." Teacher Jiang looked at me sideways, pushed the glasses on the tip of his nose, "Tell me if you want to."

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but I think Mr. Jiang got a little close when he said this.I tugged at the neckline, not daring to look at him, and said of course I would.

"Why are you so nervous?" Mr. Jiang said while pinching his cigarette, "You don't need to treat me as a teacher now, and I'm not a teacher anymore."

After speaking, he patted me on the shoulder very naturally, as if there was a hint of encouragement from the elders.

And at this moment, I finally understood where my sense of incompatibility came from—I always subconsciously brought our way of getting along with the previous teacher-student relationship, and then felt very awkward.Teachers and students shouldn't be so... so distant.

And doesn't Teacher Jiang have limb phobia?

Now is this okay?