Still, Wait For Me

Lee Lin sent a text message without saying anything, but the meaning is clear. Xu Tingsheng is graduating. Are you coming to see him?

Graduation ceremonies are actually one of the most important moments of life, if they are part of the tradition of some countries, and most of the time families and loved ones are present.

After a while, she received Xiang Jian's reply.

“I'm not going.” Four simple words, not even a superfluous reason or excuse.

“Did you forget he went to your junior high school, went on stage and celebrated your birthday? The last time the university heard it.” Li Lin Lin was a little unhappy, hoping to arouse Xiang Zheng's emotion. She made these assumptions not only because of Xu, but also because she knew that Xiang Jian liked Xu.

“Yes, I forgot. ”

“I don't want to hear it either. ”

“Sister Teacher, you don't know, but... that's not for me. ”

Xiang congealed back three pieces.

Lee Lin was confused.

“I'm asleep, sister teacher. Good night.” Xiang Jie sent another one.

Li Lin replied, “Good night. ”

The next day, she went to Xiang Jie's school and never contacted Li Lin Lin again. And Li Lin Lin was thinking, "That's not for me," that she might have missed something, and in this case, she couldn't help but let her go.

Last week of graduation.

Xu Tiansheng gave a discussion to the student teacher who organized the party, intending to pick a song suitable for graduation, such as Gao Xiaosong's campus folk music, Shui Mu Xianhua's "You in Life", Zhang Zhenyue's new song "Goodbye" just released a year ago...

And finally, Park Tree's "The Flowers."

Zhang Ninglang finally had his first night in college.

The next morning he returned to his bedroom, tired... and everyone looked at him with excitement and obscenity. But it's not easy to ask. How can you ask about this? Ask the first time. How was the battle? Ask the enemy if it is fierce or surrendering directly?

No one asked, but Zhang Ninglang said so himself. “I'm finally finding out what's wrong with my cousin's braid.” He said depressingly.

“What's the matter?” Li Xingmin asked.

“I haven't done anything. I've been listening to the same thing all night. Senior, you've pressed my hair. Can you blame me? Her hair was so long, she wasn't tied up, half the bed was...” Zhang Ninglang sighed, "I didn't sleep a night of nervousness... think about what to do when we get married? ”

The other four laughed out of sympathy.

…………

From texting Li Lin on weekends to returning to school, Monday, Tuesday… until Friday.

Xiang Jian tried to get herself to focus on preparing for the final exam. She tried to remind herself that she was soon going to be a senior year. She tried, she didn't think about that person, she didn't think about him dancing stiffly and said: “I came to celebrate your birthday. Happy birthday. ”

Two songs from that day, Xiang Jie, had always felt that Xu Tingsheng was saying, “You are my flower, the brightest star in the night sky. ”

Men always have lots of flowers, white roses, red roses, maybe yellow roses or something. What about me? Maybe not even a rose. It's a short, tiny flower.

Where's the star? It's destined to be far away.

In the past, she loved to play and talk in her bedroom, and as a result she deducted a lot of four contest scores from her class. She has been doing a lot better lately because she is always lying in bed and quiet.

English class on Friday.

Replaced Xu's intern teacher in her last lesson.

Perhaps because of the proximity of age, coupled with differences in intimacy, it is always easy for students to develop feelings of attachment between intern teachers. And intern teachers, too, tend to be more emotional.

A few minutes before the end of the class bell rang, not a pretty but lovely intern teacher with tears in her eyes, said goodbye, said Iloveyouall.

The western way I love you seems easier to express.

Students responded enthusiastically.

“I love you guys.” The intern sucked his nose and smiled and said it again in Chinese.

This time there was little response, not because of anything else, just because countries rarely seem to say it, not to mention family and friends, even among loved ones.

And, in the local language of Iwata, there's actually no such thing as I love you. Hard to say, of course, but pronunciation can be strange.

The English teacher pretended to give in and said: "It seems like everyone is always shy of saying I love you and can't talk. In fact, in many countries in the West, I love you. It is often expressed between family and loved ones. If you have the opportunity, remember to tell Mom and Dad that I love you. ”

Xiang Zheng remembered from this passage that she had seen a movie in which she said that more than half of Italians texted with love words, when she was excited to tell her uncle.

What about me and him? Seems like most of the time you just say "like” instead of "love." Aren't you used to expressing it? Or is there really a difference?

Xiang Jiancheng wondered whether Xu Tiansheng had ever told herself that I loved you, as if she had never even loved you in English.

On the podium, the English teacher continued the conversation. “Do you know what I love about other countries?” Minutes away from class, she simply talked.

“Surf hey yo.” A boy answered.

Everyone laughed, and in the era of Korean drama, it was hard to know that. But more, no more.

“I'll tell you more," the teacher said, "Euamo-te, Portuguese, I love you; Szeretlek, Hungarian; Milujite, Czech; IchliebeDich, German… S 'agapo, Greek…”

Xiang stunned.

These, the “I love you” of each country, if someone asked Xiang to elaborate, she wouldn't be able to say it. But when the female teacher said it one after the other... the coagulation was certain, many of which she had heard.

Blur, I don't remember, but I'm sure I've heard of it.

That was the year she was 15 to 16, when her tutor, Xu Tinsheng.

Teacher Xu speaks English well, but makes mistakes occasionally.

Every time he makes a mistake, he takes a look at Xiao Xiang Jian and says nervously: “Well, I was wrong. ”

He was wrong the second time.

Xiang Jiang said: "Uncle, you were wrong the second time. ”

Xu Tinsheng said, "I know, I remember. ”

Xiang Jiang said: “I remember too, I'll count it for you. ”

Xu Tiansheng said, "Okay, you count. ”

The conversation came to mind...

So, he said so much, I don't know, I love you.

The bell rings after class.

After school, the teacher left, and the classmates who couldn't stay at school on the weekends were anxious to leave.

Xiang Jie sat in her seat.

The way he cried and laughed the first time he met was ugly. The first time he talked, he excused himself to ask directions. The way he lied was so funny. When he gave me the face, he had such a thick face, and the sunlight between his folded paper plane and the trees that day...

Later.

He said, Xiang Jie, turn around, close your eyes, cover your ears...

He said I could trade everything for you...

He said it was the best thing to meet you...

He said I would definitely marry you...

There's too much more.

Don't want to be okay, think about it, it's all coming to mind.

He's leaving.

He's going to the sea, isn't he? The stars are there, and he's not in charge of the other companies.

Maybe I'll leave tomorrow...

“Sister Teacher, I'd like to see that party... but please don't tell him, okay? ”

“I just want to see him again. ”

Xiang condensed the message to Li Lin Lin.