Exclusive Memory Chapter 7 Part 7

 Mu Chenghe asked: "What happened to the job hunting?"

"Actually..." In fact, I just borrowed this topic in the morning and asked him out, but I had already thought out the lines, "Actually, I am quite hesitant about my future work."

"Don't know how to choose?"

"Yes. Isn't there a job fair in our school in November? I really want to try it. But that day, the counselor told me that the department was going to recommend me to stay in school."

Mu Chenghe pondered, "Have you discussed it with your family?"

"My mother has been transferred to other places, and I mentioned it to her on the phone, and she said that I can choose whatever I want."

"What do you think of yourself?" he asked.

"I don't know..." I said with a sad face.

He probably expected my answer and, without surprise, analyzed it for me: "Do you want to be a translator?" ”

"I thought so much when I dreamed. It's a pity that my level of foreign language is too cold to be a full-time translator. I didn't study hard before, and I regret it."

"I don't know what other people major in, but they know what I major in. What can I do when I go there? I can only be a clerk, typing and running errands. Bai Lin said that if I wanted to come out, I would do sales, but I was stupid and couldn't do it ”

"Then why don't you consider staying in school?"

"Be a teacher?"

"What? Do you have any opinions?" He shook his head and smiled.

"Honestly?"

"..." He didn't answer, he probably felt that I was quite depressed asking this question.

 had no choice but to tell the truth, "I think being a teacher is quite boring. I have to read the textbooks every year, repeating them over and over again. In the end, I'm like a Tang monk. I would talk too much, and my voice is loud."

He laughed.

"I didn't say you," I explained hastily.

After a while, I couldn't help but ask:"Teacher Mu, why do you want to be a teacher?"

"I don't know anything except physics. I have no choice but to be a teacher." He said.

"You are talking nonsense. According to your students, you are about to become an academician."

"Which student of mine likes to advertise me so much?" He said angrily.

I stuck out my tongue, not daring to betray Senior Brother Li, and hastily changed to pretending to drink coffee, and took a big sip, it was really too sweet, I really regretted it. But I changed my mind, thirty yuan is better than drinking it bitterly.

He suddenly said: "I personally think you are more suitable to be a teacher. ”

"Why?" I asked sideways.

"Easy-going, close to anyone, happy all day long, and not scheming, the campus environment is quite suitable for you. But..."

"But what?"

"If you want to stay in school, the undergraduate degree is untenable, and sooner or later you will have to continue to enter graduate school, which is also something you have to consider."

Then, Mu Chenghe analyzed a number of pros and cons.

I looked at his face and many thoughts welled up.

I used to read in a book that love is not just a momentary throbbing, but you think that you and this person sitting opposite you can stay together for fifty years, regardless of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, sweet, bitter, hot, sickness, death, etc. They can support each other calmly.

I never thought about what it would be like if I really married Mu Chenghe, lived together, had children, grew old together, and even faced death together.

I never thought about it that way.

I just thought if he was nice to me, if he cared about me so much, if he said he liked me, if he could hold me in his arms. My heart will definitely be filled with joy and excitement.

All I want is to take, just as I want to take from my father.

Every time, when I encountered difficulties, the first person to look for help was Mu Chenghe. When I was lost, the first thing I thought of was Mu Chenghe.

Because he gives me comfort, gives me encouragement, gives me care.

What the teachers said in the office that time: only under certain circumstances, there will be a feeling of admiration for certain people.

At this moment, I couldn't help but laugh.

Even with a little bitterness, I still smiled.

He asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

I smiled and said, "No.”

He was stunned for a moment, "Have you decided how to choose?"

I nodded, "I'll think about it."

Since, it is not love, just like. Since he didn't respond to this liking, I'll freeze it and keep it in my memory before it bothers him.

Then, we talked for a while about something else.

Seeing the sunset, I still had to go home to get my things, so I left first. He said that he was not in a hurry, anyway, now that the traffic jam is bad, he will sit for a while.

I got out of Starbucks, walked to the same platform, waited for the bus, stood for a while, and didn't come yet. Looking at the slowly moving vehicle, I couldn't help but look back and glance over there from afar.

He was sitting there, sideways to me.

Because the distance was too far, I couldn't see his face clearly. I only knew that he was holding a mug and continuing to drink that cup of mocha. It is the left hand that serves the coffee, the left hand that has given me a lot of warmth and fantasy.

I paused, then hurried back and pushed open the glass door.

The bell on the door rang.

The waiter who had just received me was cleaning up the table next to the door, saw me come in, and said gently: "Welcome."

Mu Chenghe heard the sound and turned back slightly. Then, his gaze met mine.

I approached slowly.

He stood up.

"I forgot to say it just now," I said sincerely, "Teacher Mu, thank you. You are a good teacher, and being your student has been the luckiest thing in my four years of college.”

Mu Chenghe stared at me with his clear eyes, and did not speak for a long time.

Finally, I said, "Goodbye.”

He replied, "Goodbye."

At the moment when I turned to leave, Mu Chenghe suddenly grabbed me. It was early autumn, and I was wearing a thin, long-sleeved shirt. His five fingers clasped my wrist, and through the cotton fabric, the temperature of his palm penetrated. He didn't push very hard, but quickly and effectively stopped me leaving.

I looked back in amazement.

He paused slightly, and then said calmly: "It's not good to take the bus now, I'll send you." ”

"It's okay, my house is quite close to here, only two stops, and I walk back very quickly."

He nodded and let go, "Then be careful on your way, don't go back to school too late."

I walked back to the street, kept walking forward, never looked back, passed the traffic light, continued to walk forward, and finally couldn't hold back my tears.

I can't be the only one who teared up with this, right?? Now I HAVE to do another post to restore my vigor...

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