If love can be booked

T City No.1 Middle School

Some people say that meeting someone comes from deep attachment in one's heart.

So does meeting again mean that this attachment is only because of you?

Secret love is like bitter wine going down your throat, and only you know the taste. I like you silently, but I dare not let you know that I have been here.

In high school, right? I had decided to keep that deep attachment deep in my heart, but why did you suddenly break into my world, making it impossible for me to ignore your existence anymore?

How many times have I told myself that you don't belong to me, completely. We are like two parallel lines that will never intersect. Even though I now have the right to pursue happiness, you have already determined the direction of your life.

Time flies, and we are no longer young. We are no longer crazy about love and dreaming about beautiful dreams. I think my myopia is immune to you. I can always find your figure accurately in the vast crowd. Even if we are far away, even if there are many people around. This feeling is both sweet and bitter, as if it is a trick of fate. I can only shake my head and chuckle helplessly, laughing at my own stupidity and persistence.

"Mr. Lu..." I called softly, but I no longer had the courage to call out your name. That familiar figure was what I looked forward to day and night. But now, I can only look at you from afar, feeling the sweetness and warmth between you and her.

"Jia Ming." The tenderness in your eyes, is this what they call a two-way run?

"Huaying." Looking back, he heard her calling her name softly.

"Are you tired?" She leaned against you, smiling brightly. I had imagined such a scene countless times, but I didn't expect that I was not the real protagonist. Your eyes were full of pampering for her, which was the tenderness that I had longed for but could never touch.

Who once said that your smile is as bright and dazzling as the sunshine in May?

Is she his fiancée? An inexplicable heartache surged in my heart. The warm embrace that I had been searching for for so many years was easily occupied by her. Your eyes were full of doting on her, which was the tenderness that I had longed for but could never touch.

I stood there, my feet felt as if they were filled with lead, so heavy that I couldn't move at all.

"Are you tired? Are you hungry?" He asked softly, with a faint smile on his face, gently ruffling her hair.

It turns out that he does not own this little action, but it is just a behavior he has become accustomed to.

"I'm hungry. I'm starving." She snuggled in his arms like a well-behaved cat, complaining coquettishly about her hunger. Looking at his face full of pity and frowning, it can be imagined that he must love her deeply, right? This deep love is so touching. She is so happy that even I, as a bystander, envy her.

"How many times have I told you not to wait for me? What if you get hungry?" He complained as he held her hand tightly and walked towards the restaurant. Although he had repeatedly reminded her many times, she always seemed to ignore him.

"I know~" I finally heard her slightly coquettish voice of compromise, and the two of them walked farther and farther away until they disappeared from my sight.

Crystal clear tears rolled down her cheeks, and she thought to herself, "Haven't I already made up my mind not to love you anymore? I clearly said I would forget you, so why do you still make me feel so close to you at this moment, making me want to get closer to you?

Secret love, when I was seventeen years old, was like an unripe green fruit, exuding a faint fragrance.

I like you silently, and you never know.

When did it start? Maybe it was during the second class? At that time, you were just like the prince in a fairy tale. I was intoxicated by your focused eyes when you taught, and fascinated by your clear and hearty laughter. My love for you was just to stare at you quietly, just because you were my respected teacher.

Once upon a time, in order to get your attention, I devoted myself to studying, hoping to attract your attention through excellent results.

But I missed it after all. I heard that you were getting married.

You have never stayed in my world, and all the beautiful visions are just wishful thinking. Did I ever naively think that one day we would be able to stand on the same starting line? But the reality is so cruel, the so-called walking side by side is probably just an unattainable luxury, right? After all, our pace, heartbeat and life trajectory are completely different.

"Lin Xiaoxi?" Lin Xiaoxi in the square, was she standing there in a daze?

"Teacher Lu." He and she, arm in arm, walked towards him.

With you in my space, the air becomes so thin, and she is so beautiful next to you.

"Huaying, Lin Xiaoxi, I taught this student for three years." Teacher Lu introduced us, "Teacher Lin, this is Zhao Huaying, the Chinese teacher of Class 3."

"Hello, Xiaoxi. I didn't expect to meet Jiaming's students here. It's fate." Zhao Huaying extended her hand to her first, but based on her woman's intuition, she felt that this little girl seemed a little out of the ordinary, but she looked quite cute.

"Hello, Teacher Zhao is really beautiful." I have to admit that she is really beautiful. She seems to be comparing and making fun of herself. What qualifications do I have to stand beside him?

Teacher Lu patted Lin Xiaoxi's shoulder, her eyes full of praise: "This little girl is still the same as before, not talkative but very hardworking. Now she is a famous teacher in the school. Time really flies."

Lin Xiaoxi smiled slightly, but there seemed to be a hint of bitterness in that smile: "I really hope that I can always be your student." Her voice revealed a kind of helplessness and longing, that kind of nostalgia for the past and helplessness towards the present, which made people feel distressed.

"Stop talking nonsense. You are now a famous teacher in our school. Everyone knows that you have brought the English of Mr. Zhu's class from the bottom to the top three." When talking about Lin Xiaoxi, everyone gave her unanimous praise. Although she had just graduated, her enthusiasm for work deeply motivated the children, and their grades also improved by leaps and bounds, ranking among the top three.

She smiled gently. Was he complimenting her?

"Teacher Lin, let's go have dinner together." Zhao Huaying suggested. She saw attachment, envy, and resentment in her eyes. Did she like him?

"I..." However, Lin Xiaoxi hesitated. She didn't want to see them happy, fearing that she would be sad. But Teacher Zhao's eager eyes made her unable to refuse.

At this moment, a familiar voice broke the awkward atmosphere: "Xiao Xi, you are here." It was him, the one who always appeared when she needed him. His smile was as warm as the sun, instantly dispelling the haze in Lin Xiaoxi's heart.

He walked to Lin Xiaoxi and patted her shoulder gently, as if to tell her: I am here, don't be afraid. Lin Xiaoxi looked at him, and the confusion and uneasiness in her eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of peace of mind and gratitude.

It turned out that her abnormal behavior over the past two days was because of him.

She was worried, her brows were furrowed, and there was no smile on her face as before.

"Why are you here?" Doesn't he have a class today?

"Did you forget? You promised to watch over my class yesterday." Zhu Mingjun made up an excuse. How could he watch over my class? He knew her inner anxiety and uneasiness, so he chose to appear by her side and give her the indispensable companionship and comfort.

"Watching the class? I..." Her doubts and confusion were evident, and it was obvious that she had no memory of the so-called "watching the class".

"Let's go. Old Lu, do you mind borrowing someone from you?" However, Zhu Mingjun did not show any displeasure. Instead, he gently took her hand. Her confused look made him feel a strong desire to protect her, as if he wanted to lock her deeply in his arms.

"Of course not, we met by chance." Old Lu responded with a smile. He saw Zhu Mingjun's intentions and understood his deep affection for the little girl.

"Goodbye, Teacher Lu." She waved goodbye and turned to leave, while Zhu Mingjun held her hand tightly.

He nodded slightly, watched their backs gradually moving away, then gently took the arm of the person next to him and walked towards the restaurant together.

"Huaying, what do you think of them?" He sighed. The once immature girl has now grown so mature. She deserves a bright future.

"Mingjun has a good impression of her." She replied. It has been a long time since she saw him look so serious. It seems that he is really in love this time. She sincerely hopes that he can be happy. He is indeed a good man who is trustworthy.

"Yes, it seems that Lao Zhu has really let go of the burden of the past this time." He said softly, the growth of love requires careful care, and it also requires meeting the right person at the right time.

"But I think the way she looks at you is very different." A woman's intuition tells her that she likes him. She keenly caught the melancholy in her eyes, because of love.

He smiled lightly and scratched her nose. "Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm her teacher, and I already have you." He tried to dispel her doubts with a relaxed tone, but a ripple appeared in his heart. He was no longer young, so how could he be worthy of such an excellent girl?

Looking back to the past, wherever he appeared, she would follow closely behind him.

She was innocent at that time, and occasionally she would lose her temper. I still remember one time, just because he failed to show up as promised, she ignored him for more than a month.

She took leave frequently just to get his attention.

In fact, he had always paid attention to her. Whenever she was absent, he would deliberately slow down the pace of teaching, as if hoping that time would temporarily stop.

And when she was angry and had a bad temper, he would often hover around her intentionally or unintentionally.

Perhaps he doted on her like a child, so he didn't notice the real emotional fluctuations in her heart. Until the day of graduation, when she unexpectedly met him at the school gate, she suddenly threw herself into his arms and cried for a long time. At that time, he only thought that these tears came from the reluctance to part, but he never expected the deep meaning contained in them.

However, time flies and things are unpredictable. Today, many years later, fate brings them together again. Looking at the deep love in her eyes, he can't help but wonder: Is this deep love still his? Unfortunately, it's too late, he suddenly realized that everything is irreversible.

"Lin Xiaoxi, please don't like me anymore. I really don't deserve your love. You should find a better partner. You totally deserve a better life. I wish you happiness, and you must live a happy life!" He thought to himself, they were destined to be teacher and student.

"Okay, okay, don't be so serious!" Zhao Huaying interrupted his thoughts with a smile, "It's because you are so handsome that I always feel insecure. Let's go, I'm starving!" She dragged him forward. Seven years of love had made them dependent on each other and unable to let go.

"You always think too much." He looked at her lovingly, "Then let's get married as soon as possible." He thought, maybe he had nothing left to give her, the only thing he could give her was this promise and marriage. The ultimate deep affection was the inseparable emotional bond in each other's hearts.

At this special moment, she understood that true love does not lie in the gorgeousness of the form, but in the sincerity and firmness of each other's hearts. This attachment and deep affection have surpassed any material constraints and become the most precious treasure in their hearts.

The path leading to the dormitory seemed like a passage forgotten by time, quiet and deep. Lin Xiaoxi walked along it, her steps seemed heavy and hesitant. Her eyes were wandering, and she seemed not to be really looking at the road ahead, but immersed in her own thoughts.

He knew that she was absent-minded, and he also understood what she was thinking. That gentle call was filled with helplessness and concern. "Lin Xiaoxi." These two simple words were like a key that opened her tightly closed heart.

"Hmm?" She raised her head suddenly and her eyes met his. She looked at him silently, trying to focus on him, hoping that she could temporarily forget the person who made her heartbroken. However, every time she tried to forget, the memory would surge into her mind like a tide, becoming clearer and clearer.

"Let me tell you a story." Someone once told him this story, but now he wants to tell her. In fact, forgetting someone does not mean not listening, not seeing, not thinking about them, but settling down. The feelings that settle down over the years are love.

"Okay." I like listening to stories, not only for the stories themselves, but also to gain life wisdom from them.

"In an old and quiet cottage, there is an old table with a glass of clear water on it.

The pastor pointed to the glass of water and said, "Look at this glass. It has been quietly placed here for a long time. Although dust falls into it every day, it still remains clear and transparent. Do you know why?"

He paused, then continued: "Because the dust has settled to the bottom of the cup. Just like the troubles in our lives, they are like dust falling into the water, but we can choose to let them settle to the bottom of our hearts and keep our minds clear and transparent."

And if we keep stirring, even a little dust will make the whole soul turbid. '"

This story was told to him by another person. At that time, he was still young and energetic, and stubbornly believed that he would not be the one to give up on his feelings. However, as time went by, he gradually understood that feelings also need to settle down and need to go through the baptism of time to become more firm.

She understood his story.

Yes, learn to settle down, settle down your life, settle yourself, and settle your mood.