There is a park in the northwest of the small town. It was built by landfilling and reorganizing a piece of wasteland. The old place is called "Delta", so we named it "Delta Park". Since the park was built and put into use, I have basically been running here every day for morning exercises. Run five or six kilometers around the park, then go back to the park to kick, take a walk, and do stretching.
One day, after exercise, I walked home and saw a familiar figure at the exit of the park. After getting closer, they should have recognized each other when they met. They were a girl I taught in junior high school thirty years ago. I remember that both sisters are in my class and look very similar. I can’t accurately judge who is whom until I graduate. The two of them have the same thing as shyness. When they meet, they always smile slightly, don’t speak loudly, study very seriously, and have good grades. Thirty years have passed. Although I don’t know whether this is my sister or sister, my appearance has not changed significantly compared to when I was in school, but it is even thinner than when I was in school. When I saw me, I smiled shyly and didn't say hello like when I was a student thirty years ago.
When each other is noticed, even if he has said hello. Later, we were also at the exit and met several times, but we didn't say hello. Girls may be shy, while I have a little bit of the reserve and arrogance of the teacher. I have met face to face several times, but I have never had a close conversation once. At that time, my feeling might be that I recognized the wrong person, maybe it was just a similar appearance. Or when I was in school, this classmate was hurt by me by accident and could not let go for a long time. There was nothing to say when I met again. I thought about saying hello and asking when I saw you again.
I still go to Delta Park to run and practice morning every day. In a blink of an eye, a summer passed. Strangely, I never saw this girl again. I don’t speak when I see it, but I feel a little lost when I can’t see it.
Autumn is over soon again, and winter is coming. It was almost the end of the year when I was strolling around the mall and met a lady buying clothes. She stood and looked at me hard for a while, walked over and asked, "Are you Teacher Zhou?"
"Yes, are you?"
"I am your student, from Level 83. Do you still have an impression of the same class as ***?"
"Yes, I have a little impression of it." To be honest, I didn't have any impression of it in my mind.
"This spring, *** met you at Delta Park. It is said that I have encountered you several times."
"Yes, I didn't even dare to admit it."
"She went to say goodbye to you. In early autumn, she left."
"When she was in school, she admired you and liked you. I don't know how many good things you said in private. If it weren't for the teacher-student boundary, I guess she would write a love letter to you."
There is still something wrong with this? I was greatly surprised.
She continued to talk about what happened later. This female classmate who had a crush on the teacher in her heart was taking the college entrance examination, looking for a job, getting married and having children, and walking the same path as other girls. Unfortunately, during an annual physical examination in the unit, she was found to have a female disease, which was already very serious when she found out. She flatly rejected the doctor's surgical advice and chose to keep everything good for women.
In the face of ferocious diseases, the fragility of life quickly emerges. In a few months, her life entered a countdown. While she was able to act freely, she visited relatives and friends and said goodbye to her best relatives and friends in her life. She asked other classmates and teachers about my information and knew that I would go to Delta Park to run and exercise every day, so I met Delta for several consecutive days. Although she didn't say a word, she must have said goodbye to me in her heart.
I can't remember how I left the mall, I only remember that the student seemed to have handed me a tissue several times. The sting of the heart is still hard to subside.
