go back and love you again

Guess who I am, I know you will never guess, I am Wang Xueqing, Wang Xueqing who has been working hard to prove herself.

I will always remember the day when the students returned to school to get their senior high school entrance examination results. It was not a very hot day in June. I saw her wearing a white T-shirt, black 6-point jeans, a clean ponytail tied on one side, and her hair Wearing a cool baseball cap, she is still the same as the first time I saw her in the classroom 7 years ago. She is still a child, but she pretends to be mature. She is obviously a lively and cheerful age, but she has to be so cold.

We have never worried about her grades, she has always been a very smart and well-measured child.When she went to the hospital because of a fight, I didn't know how anxious I was. The hospital couldn't contact her parents, so I could only find the school, and Teacher Xu couldn't get away with something, so I naturally took on the responsibility of taking care of her. Responsibility, in fact, I am looking forward to taking care of her.

When I stood at the door of the ward and saw the tears on her face, my heart ached so much. Her like that really made people feel distressed.How I wanted to rush over and hug her to comfort her, but when she saw me standing at the door, she threw things at me like crazy, I thought, does she hate me very much.

That's right, it must be someone who hates me, who told me to confront her on the first day I saw her, and made her turn around and leave the school in annoyance.Thinking of this, I regret everything I did before.

But her parents don't have time to take care of her. No matter how much she hates me, I will take good care of her in the next few days. When she recovers and goes back to school, I will just watch her silently and be satisfied.

Teacher Xu gave his farewell speech on the podium, and many students below began to sob, but my eyes could not be separated from that little figure. I told myself over and over again, she hates me, she hates me, I can’t Go pester her again. .

But once I think that after today, maybe I will never have the chance to meet again, my heart hurts. As a people's teacher, I can't shrink back like that. If I haven't tried, how can I give up easily!

I finally got up the courage to talk to her, but when I saw her turn away from the classroom with tears in her eyes, I wanted to go up to her and ask her why she was crying. This was the second time I saw her cry.

But the situation at that time did not allow me to do that. I told myself to calm down and talk to her alone at her home tomorrow.

The next day I found the address of her home through the student information recorded by the school, but what I got was that Ling Tonger's family had already moved to the United States this morning, and the housekeeper didn't know when they would come back.

I stared blankly at the villa in front of me, my mind was blank, and my heart seemed to be hollowed out, except for numbness or numbness.Randomly took out the mobile phone and dialed the number written on the school information. I hoped that there would be a "Hello" on the other end of the phone, but all I got was the cold and emotionless "The user you dialed is not in the service area" .

I have always believed that as long as I have determination, I will surely succeed, but I found that if God does not even give a chance, then even if there are thousands of determinations, it will be useless.

The earth will not stop turning because there are fewer people, so life has to go on. 26 years old, an age that is not too old, but not too young. With a stable job, family and marriage must be considered. It's like the reincarnation mission of human beings, which feels a little ironic.

The days passed day by day, 1 year, 2 years, 3 years... I sent away batch after batch of graduates. Although I know that as a teacher, I should treat every student equally, but as long as there is any student who has Similar to Ling Tong'er's expression, even if it's eyes, nose, dress, or sloppy personality, I will pay more attention to her, but I know in my heart that she is not Ling Tong'er, and Ling Tong'er is far away on the other half of the earth.

This year is the tenth year since Ling Tong'er left me, she should have grown into a slim girl, I don't know how many more ten years I have, but I know how many ten years I have, and I will remember How many decades does she have.

"Mom~" An immature child's voice interrupted my memory. Standing in front of me was my son, who is eight years old this year.

I smiled at him, stood up and took his little hand, ready to meet his father who was about to get off work.

I tried my best to control my thoughts, Ling Tonger, this name will become my lifelong regret for Wang Xueqing.

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