[Jie Mai] Is the sharp knife teacher cooing?

36.

Jack had a dream.

A very long dream.

In the dream he was chasing someone.That person clearly walked slowly with his shoulders down and his head down. He ran as hard as he could, but he couldn't catch up.

They walked through many inexplicably familiar places: through the streets of London at dusk, through the quiet library, through the crowded subway station, through the sunny church, through the warning signs during the war... ..

His back is so lonely.

Jack suddenly felt sad.

"Sharp knife..." He couldn't help but say out, wanting to stay, pleading, wanting to say loudly that your article is really great and we all like you so please don't leave.But when the other party stopped and turned his head, he was speechless——

After all, they met by chance across the screen, with blurred faces.

In the next moment, everything changed again, the path, the fallen leaves, the night, and the green-eyed boy stood beside him.Before Jack came back to his senses, he turned his head and said goodbye coldly.

"Jack, never see you again."

After waking up suddenly, what greeted him was a blank ceiling and a long absence.

So long that he wasn't sure if he was awake or if he had already fallen into another dream.

37.

Everything went on as usual as if nothing had happened.

The morning is still cold, and the time of dawn is getting later and later. Every time I walk out of the dormitory building, there are silent and dark roads, slightly rustling woods, and warm yellow lights that never go out.

Jack still acted with the other three.I don’t know if it’s his illusion, probably because of the weather, Neb said very little, occasionally a few words, inserted in the debate between Kreacher and Jook, like a meaningless sentence spoken casually, and then fell silent.

It just so happened that Jack didn't feel much like talking.So the two always walked three steps behind their roommates, staring at the ground in front of them in a tacit understanding, and their steps were surprisingly consistent.

In the past two days, all the ginkgo trees have turned golden, brilliant, burning in the darkness before dawn.

Jack had an illusion, he felt that he could hear the sound of Neb's warm heart beating in the winter wind, calm and powerful.

They were obviously getting closer and closer—almost walking side by side, but Jack knew in his heart that in fact they were not as close as rumored.

Naib must have heard about everything that happened on the forum, after all, Marta with the ID "Biubiubiu Three Guns" has a good relationship with him.Jack understands that what's happening in the fandom doesn't equate to reality and doesn't mean anything, but he's still embarrassed and sure the other person feels the same way.

Nabu has something on his mind.Jack felt it keenly.But the sense of defense he built around him was too strong, so strong that others couldn't ask.

During the meal, Qiu Ke looked at his roommate hesitantly, and rarely made a fuss.Kreacher also glanced at the two silent people facing each other from time to time, trying hard to find a topic, but every word he said was swallowed up like sinking into a calm sea, without any echo.

They parted at the door of the classroom.

"I'll see you later." Neb said, without looking in the direction where Jack was standing, and turned to walk towards his seat by the window.

Jack stood there watching his leaving back.

He suddenly understood why he was so sad.

In fact, what I am afraid of is that one day everyone will leave.

38.

For several nights in a row Jack was struggling with drawing Christmas postcards.

In fact, he had a preliminary idea very early on, but he didn't start writing, thinking that the matter at hand would be easier after a while before starting work.However, in the past few days, due to specific reasons, he has become even less in the mood to write.

Looking at a blank canvas, Mrs. Rose subconsciously touched the mobile phone next to her, and long-pressed wlan to search for hotspots: there was no familiar "Thank you!!!".

So he opened the forum again, and clicked on Teacher Jiandao's homepage: there was no news.

No explanations, no statements, and no updates.

The introduction is as empty as ever, and the only ID lying in the attention column is "Rose". The Century Mutual Relationship, which was widely celebrated at the beginning, now looks a little ridiculous.The avatar of the sharp knife has not changed, it is still the Q version of Little Jack that was updated when Chapter 1 was updated, drawn by Mrs. Rose.

Since Jiandao deleted the post, there have been many daily check-in posts on the forum, and the content without exception is "Today is the XX day when Teacher Jiandao is away, I miss her".

Jack did not participate in this kind of activity. He was not used to talking about such things, and he was even more afraid that the number of daily replies would decrease, and finally he would be completely silent.

He looked at the avatar at the top of the private message column, and the Q version of himself was smiling happily.

Jack clicked into the private message conversation with the sharp knife, hesitated for a while, and typed a line.

"Rose": Teacher Jiandao, I miss you.

Not expecting any reply, Jack turned off the phone screen.

In the next second, the dark screen lit up again.

"System prompt: You have an unread private message"

Jack held his breath and clicked to enter the private message page.

Sharp knife: I've always been there.

Sharp knife: Keep going.

Sharp knife: Don't miss me.

—TBC—

Teacher Jiandao: Surprised or not?

Those last three sentences are true.That night three months ago, I sent a private message to a certain teacher who quit the circle, and she replied to me like this.

I am always there too.

(PS: Future updates will be set to be released at 18:03, comments may not be replied in time, sorry in advance.)

2019.2.9 Proofreading impressions:

"What should I use to keep you? Use my impermanence, danger, and failure. Use the sincerity of a liar, the love of a murderer."