My name is Chen Ping, 21 years old, and I am currently in my junior year at an ordinary 211 college, just like many people who have mixed up college life, and my college life in the previous two years is just as mediocre on the surface.
But I don't humble myself to say that I am a very peach blossom guy, a height of early eight meters, handsome appearance, just a strong body, which has allowed me to get a lot of favor from the opposite sex during college, but I have never formally talked about a relationship, in this increasingly impetuous society, it is difficult for me to feel the real heartbeat.
But everything changed after all, and shortly after the start of my junior year, my long-dormant heart finally throbbed again, and I swear, I had never been so addicted to a woman, and I thought I was fallen.
A week after the beginning of the school year, a new professional course, sociology, was opened, and I learned of this news when I was not in class during the summer vacation, and the only impression at that time was that the name of the teacher who taught this course was very beautiful - Shang Wanqing, and I didn't know that this name was tailor-made for her until I saw it with my own eyes.
It was a Tuesday morning, a month or two of laziness at home, and the college students who had just started school were obviously not used to the painful life of waking up after seven in the morning, and every one was like frosted eggplant, listless.
I read the novel all night last night, and this time I was slowly walking to the classroom with a few roommates, skillfully finding a hidden place to start catching up on sleep.
Confused, I heard the class bell ringing, followed by the amazement of the whole classroom, I forced myself to look up in drowsiness, and when I saw the scene in front of me, I was instantly sleepy.
Only to see a woman in her 30s slowly entering the classroom, a simple pink female blazer, a micro-curly long hair, a delicate and cold face, the first time I saw it, it really gave people a feeling of rejection of thousands of miles away.
She walked to the podium in the classroom of a hundred or so students in the whole class, smiled slightly, raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then began to introduce herself.
Her voice was soft, different from her cool appearance, and listening to her, there was a sense of comfort like a spring breeze, and at this moment, my whole body was completely focused on this teacher.
"Well, everyone knows me, and if there's anything you don't know now, ask me now."
After a brief self-introduction, she said so
My mind was hot, and the ghost made God ask out loud
"Teacher, do you have a boyfriend?"
When the male compatriots in the class heard this, they immediately began to coax and turned their eyes to the teacher on the podium.
The teacher did not want to answer at first, but seeing that the situation was getting worse, he had no choice but to laugh
"Okay, not yet."
The enthusiasm in the class lasted for a long time before she was suppressed.
Unexpectedly, she is not very old, but the teaching level is very good, clear lecture logic, vivid and vivid examples, and wonderful classroom interaction, let me rarely listen to a lecture in its entirety.
When I got back to my dorm that night, I lost sleep, and my mind kept on thinking about her glowing in class, and I was determined that something should be done.
I've never looked forward to the next day so much, and her classes are held every Wednesday morning and Thursday afternoon, and each class is arguably the most exhausting time for college students.
In order to impress her, I read a lot of books on sociology, plus I usually like to read some extracurricular books, and the knowledge is also broad, so the interaction with the teacher in the classroom is more and more handy, and over time, there is an invisible tacit understanding between me and her, and she also remembers me alone among these more than one hundred people
During the usual recess of the day, I came to the lectern when the warm atmosphere in the class was not over
"Teacher, can I ask you a question?"
She looked at me, put down the cup of water in her hand, and smiled back:
"Just say it, I'll try my best to answer."
"I recently read George Rissell's Theory of Postmodern Socialism, and one thing I have always found obscure is how to understand the differences in the use of postmodernism to summarize the spiritual and cultural conditions of modern society? Where is this difference manifested? ”
She was immediately interested when she heard this, obviously not expecting that I, a science student, would delve into this privately, so she explained it to me endlessly.
There are only ten minutes between classes, and the problem is very complex, and it is necessary to have a basic exposition of the concept of postmodernism theory, but also to explain how to apply him embedded in today's society, so it is not until the class bell rings that the teacher has just spoken about the key.
"Teacher, if you don't add a contact information, discuss it slowly in private, and don't affect the class first."
I saw that I had achieved my goal and took the opportunity to suggest so.
"Okay, this knowledge involves complexity, and it does take a long time to explain clearly, so you can add me after class."
At this point, I became the first and only student to add her contact information.
After the day's class was over and I confirmed she was free, I started chatting with her.
She answered my morning questions in short, unspecific language, which really helped me understand this pile of theories full of obscure technical terms, and I was once preoccupied with her brilliant teachings.
From time to time, I would throw up questions worth thinking about, so that she would feel that I was in a serious state all the time, and she had a stronger interest, so it wasn't until an hour later that I thanked her and told her that I had already figured it out, and she seemed unfinished for a while.
The chat between us did not stop abruptly, and in the small talk that followed, we were surprised to find that we had so many common hobbies with each other, from the classic science fiction of Herbert and Clark to the literary works of Márquez and Haruki Murakami, and even some of the current hot or unpopular games and anime, we seem to find endless common topics.
For the first time, I felt the youthful vitality under her mature appearance, and she was equally surprised by the huge knowledge reserve of a college student who was different from others, although the difference between the two was eight or nine years old, but it was like two magnets getting closer and closer, and the more they talked, the more interesting they felt.
I just remember that day we had a good conversation, and when she ended the conversation, she sent a sentence that made me sleepless at night
"You're special!"
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In the days that followed, I remained active in class, and continued to communicate with her every night after class, which also made my decadent and boring college life active.
We kept such a pleasant and comfortable distance, but I could feel that my liking for her had deepened.
The turning point was that after more than two months of this state, I clearly felt that she was no longer as energetic as before in class, and the chat with me in the evening seemed to be lacking in interest, until it was completely interrupted.
I had also tried to ask her what had happened, but she always refused to explain, and I would stare at her gray head frame every night before going to bed, but there was no sign of beating, and I felt uncomfortable and panicked.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the end of the term, and the class leader routinely released the news in the group that he was going to organize an annual class gathering.
I don't know how to think, actually set off the idea of inviting her to go, after some thought, in the class to consult everyone is feasible, many boys and girls instantly exploded the pot, immediately enthusiastically said that as long as I can invite over, absolutely raise their hands in approval.
So, without any hope, tentatively sent her an invitation, a few minutes later
She sent a message:
"What time, what place."
I was overjoyed, hurriedly informed the specific activity arrangements of the party in detail, and after a few casual conversations with her, I went to sleep contentedly.
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"Old third, and old fourth, okay, already handsome enough, don't blow your hair anymore, don't go anymore, is there still time?"
Everyone wants to show something at today's party, not to mention the female students in the class who have long had a good feeling, just for the Shang teacher who will participate in the party today, and today I have to dress up well.
At about six o'clock, the class arrived one after another, and we chose a cafeteria not far from the school, which is the most affordable and best place for college students to eat.
There were a few of my roommates at this table, and from the time I first sat down until now, I kept my eyes open at the door and waited for her to arrive.
Five or six minutes later, she appeared.
Changed into the usual professional clothes, a yellow simple long skirt, slightly tied up long hair, and a little just the right makeup, quite a sense of the sister next door, which is completely different from the usual when she goes to class.
After she smiled and signaled to the students, she went to a nearby table full of female students.
After an hour, everyone didn't eat much, so they went to another position today.
The business of this KTV is excellent, if it were not for the fact that the squad leader had booked a private room in advance, I am afraid that there would be no place today.
At first, the atmosphere was still a little awkward, but under the impetus of a few naughty boys, it slowly began to become warmer, led by a few girls who usually sang very well, and the next Mai did not stop, and I also went up to sing an old song with my friends.
She sat in the back, smiling and looking at us intently, noticing this, and at the end of it, I immediately got up and asked Teacher Shang to sing a solo song, the young man was very good at creating atmosphere, and Teacher Shang took the microphone handed to her after a slight white look at me.
The party ended after a beautiful song called "yesterday once more."
The crowd gradually dispersed, and I looked left and right, but I never saw her.
Just as I was about to leave, she suddenly stopped me from behind
"Chen Ping, get in the car."
Such words are no longer abrupt between us, at least mentally we are already intimate.
I didn't say much and sat straight into the car.
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The view outside the car window changed rapidly, but there was always silence between us, I didn't know where she was going, but I didn't care, I just knew that as long as she was there.
The car finally stopped in a clearing on the banks of the Huangpu River, and she led me to the banks of the Huangpu River, where the river was very windy and she vaguely felt a little cool, and she lay on the railing and let her hair flutter
"My dad died not long ago"
Suddenly, she said this in a very small voice.
Without waiting for me to come back, she continued
"At the beginning, there was no feeling, not even the pain of tearing my heart and lungs in my imagination, it was very flat, and I once resented my reaction and felt that I was particularly cold"
I moved my lips to comfort her, but I didn't know how to open my mouth
"It wasn't until I ordered a takeaway one day and ate a braised pork that tasted exactly like the one he made, which reminded me of the bits and pieces I used to spend with him, and the thought of losing him forever in my future life, that I completely broke down, alone, and cried for a whole day." 」
"My mom died very early, and now I'm left alone, and since my dad died, I've been alone every day, because my dad has said to me many times, 'One day, I'll find someone who is willing to jump the Huangpu River for me.'"
Then she was utterly stunned
Because the guy next to her, without saying a word, jumped out of the railing, jumped into the Huangpu River very sharply, "poof" a sound, the water did not splash much.
"Chen Ping, you, what are you doing, come up to me quickly"
After she was relieved, she cried and shouted at me loudly as she ran to the inferior shore.
Jumping into the water didn't feel good, and it took me a lot of effort to swim to the shore.
I dragged my soaked, thick body toward her, not waiting for her to exit the reprimand
He shouted loudly
"Shang Wanqing, I like you"
She stopped running at me and froze in place.
Step by step, I approached her until I reached her
The river breeze at night was not good, especially after I had just been in the water, and I was shivering with cold at this time.
Her eyes misty with tears in her eyes and she choked up and asked me
"Why are you so stupid?"
Without thinking, I continued
"There's no why, because I like you."
She blushed and was overwhelmed
I went on to say:
"What about you, do you like me?"
I asked with the last bit of strength in my body.
She looked at me with a sign, tears welling up in her eyes
I just remember that later, I slowly fell down, but I fell down with a smile in my eyes, because I clearly heard the two words she said
"Loved it"
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Recently, I felt inspired and wrote down this unforgettable experience, now she has become my wife, and has a lovely boy, looking back on this youth, I still thank and miss my original bravery to this day. Now, the happiest thing for me every day is that after a family of three has eaten, I will always sigh like this at night when I go for a walk by the river, the opposite side of the river is bustling, it is a high-rise building, this side of the river is my family, my everything, and this river is my youth without regrets