's economic performance has been poor in recent years, and companies have been experiencing layoffs. Unfortunately, I have become one of them.
After three months of searching for a job with no results, I was forced to make ends meet, so I helped out in a friend's shop. It’s not a tiring job, just driving, loading and unloading, it’s a transition for me.
Next door to my friend’s shop is an art training class for children. Many children come here every day to learn painting, dancing, or piano. Among them was a tall female teacher, who always had wavy brown hair, standing at the door to greet the children.
Every time I see her casually flipping up her hair from her ears to reveal her delicate face, I always have an indescribable feeling. Her heart was beating wildly, her face was getting hot, and she couldn't move her eyes away from her.
"Xiao Zhao, you can move this box of peaches next door later. Xiao Wang is on leave today, so I'll trouble you." My friend rarely comes to the store, and his wife is in charge of the store. Now They are arranging work for me.
Xiao Wang has always done the delivery. I just take the things out of the car and deliver them to the store. But when I heard that this box of fruits was sent to the next door, I felt quite happy and agreed.
A box of peaches is not light in weight. Fortunately, there is a small cart to pull it, so it doesn’t take much effort. I was about to knock on the door, and looked in through the bright glass window. I saw a curly-haired female teacher sitting next to an easel, holding a plate of seven-color oil paints in her left hand, and holding a paintbrush in her right hand to draw a picture on the white paper. Although the starry sky picture is a children's drawing, it is still very beautiful.
The "Ding Bell" glass door was suddenly pulled open from the inside and hit the hanging wind chime, making a crisp sound. I quickly retracted my eyes and looked at the female principal in front of me: "I am from the fruit shop next door. It's the peach you ordered."
The teacher who interacts with the children every day has gentle eyes. The female principal looked at me and said softly, "Okay, please help me come in."
I nodded and said. The trolley was pushed into the hall, unloaded from the trolley, and placed next to the table at the front desk. When she turned to leave, she still glanced in the direction of the studio pretending to be casual. The female teacher had a smile on her face and looked at the children tenderly.
"Teacher Li, Teacher Liu, stop for a moment, take this box of peaches upstairs, wash them and distribute them to the children." The female principal greeted, and the two female teachers put down their work and walked out of their respective classrooms. When I came out, there was the one I often peeked at.
Maybe from the bottom of my heart, I didn’t want to see outstanding and beautiful people doing such rough work. Before I walked a few steps, I turned around and came back: "Let me help you move it. This box of peaches is not light. If the fallen hair is sticky, It will hurt and scratch . "
The curly-haired female teacher heard me speak and turned to look over. This was the first time she noticed me. Out of politeness, I nodded and smiled. , then picked up the basket of peaches and walked towards the second floor.
"Teacher Liu, lead the way." The female principal raised her chin towards the curly-haired female teacher and motioned for her to lead the way.
It turns out that her surname is Liu, and she is really like her surname, Wen Dao Liu. She looks gentle and quiet, but it is like a sharp knife, deeply pierced in my heart. I can't move it, can't pull it out, and it's scary Feeling distressed.
"Just put it here, thank you." Teacher Liu said, bending towards me and nodding.
"It's okay, I can't let you little girls do such rough work." I put the basket on the ground, arched the back of my hand and wiped the sweat.
"Haha." She covered her mouth and smiled, "How old can you be to call me a little girl?"
"I am already twenty-six, and you only look about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, how can you still Not a little girl." I put one hand on my waist and joked to her while resting.
Her face burst into laughter when she heard what I said. She was so embarrassed that she turned around and walked towards the stairs: "You are really good at talking. I am 8 years older than you."
After hearing what she said, I was stunned. With a look of surprise on her face, looking at her flawlessly white skin and face without a trace of wrinkles, I never would have imagined that this sweet and lovely girl was actually a big sister.However, this made me like her even more.
Following her downstairs, I pushed the cart back. In the past, when I just passed by the training class, I would habitually want to glance at her. Now, all I can think of is her covering her mouth and laughing, and I can't get rid of it.
"Hey, get off work." After unloading the last car, I got off work. I happened to see her coming out of the house with her satchel, so I rode my motorcycle up to her and asked.
"Well, you also get off work at this time?" she said politely.
"Yeah, I'm not busy today. If I don't finish this, I'm going back." I looked at her up and down. It seemed that she was going to take the bus or the subway. It seemed that this was an opportunity given to me by God, so I turned around. She asked, "Are you going home? Shall I take you off?"
"Oh? No, no, I'll just take the subway." As expected, she really planned to take the subway back.
"It's okay. I got off work early today and didn't have anything to eat when I got home. I wanted to go out for a walk, so I sent you back without any delay." I said, handing her the spare helmet in the car basket.
No girl can refuse the charm of my Lightning Motorcycle. The feeling of riding it so fast is exciting just thinking about it. Teacher Liu looked at Wen Wen's quiet appearance. The moment he took the helmet, his long legs swept up from the side and behind, and sat firmly on my back seat.
I smiled wickedly: "Hold tight, let's get going!"
My control of the speed of the car determines how hard Teacher Liu hugs me. The faster the speed, the tighter she hugs me. But the faster the car goes, the faster the journey ends.
When I was approaching her house, I deliberately slowed down and finally stopped steadily downstairs of her house.
"We're here."
Her white arms were still firmly around my waist. When she heard me speaking, she let go and got out of the car.
"It's so exciting!" She took off the helmet and handed it to me, her face flushed, "Thank you for sending me back, can I take your car next time?"
I was overjoyed, and my eyes were shining. Looking at her happily: "Of course, I am happy to serve you at any time."
She walked happily towards the community. Looking at her leaving figure, I became more determined to chase her and volunteered to be her full-time job every day. Here comes the driver.
One evening a week later, I went to pick her up from get off work as usual, but I saw her face was full of sorrow, her head was drooped, and she looked tired.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
She didn't speak, shook her head, and didn't get into my car. She just dragged her heavy steps forward.
I caught up with her eagerly and didn’t say anything. I just walked quietly with her. Seeing her getting sadder as she walked, tears dripping down on her clothes. I got out of the car and rushed to her. In front of her.
"What's going on? Why are you still crying?" I stood in front of her and lowered my head to look at her.
"I...I didn't pass the exam." She stammered out these half words, which made me confused.
"You didn't pass the exam. If you didn't pass, you didn't pass. Just take the exam again. Don't cry, don't cry, your eyes are red." I comforted her, wiping her tears.
But she cried even more sadly, and whimpered: "There is no chance. You can't take the exam after you are 35 years old."
Only then did I realize that she was talking about the teacher recruitment exam.
I took her into my arms and patted her back gently: "It's okay, we still have a lot of things to do. Who said we must become a teacher? Besides, even if we don't pass the exam, aren't we already a teacher now?" Are you a good teacher?"
She placed her chin on my shoulder, sobbing, and tears fell down her cheeks, moistening my clothes.
I held her in my arms and cried for a long time. I helped her up, stroked her face with both hands, and wiped away the tears: "It's okay. Failure happens to everyone, but we still have a long way to go. There are still many choices."
She pursed her lips, sobbing, and looked aggrieved, just like a child who didn't ask for candy.
"Let's go, I'll take you to a Western restaurant today, seven-point sweet candy pizza, to get rid of all the unhappiness."
She burst out laughing when I said it, and then she stood up on her tiptoes and tilted her body towards me. , when he came close to my face, his soft lips kissed my face.
"Thank you." After saying that, she took the helmet from my hand, and as usual, she lifted up her long legs and crossed the rear wheel of the motorcycle to sit behind me, "Let's go! It's your treat."
"Okay!" I recollected the sweetness and looked at the arms that hugged me tightly from behind, and my heart felt as sweet as honey.
