不诉离殇

I sent out my scarf finally——on Tuesday——to him.

As usual, again, I can’t help myself appeared to be nervous, more than a little that I can’t even spit out a complete sentence fluently. After stammering my long day to him I came to myself to some degree. We talked about the lesson, the teaching and learning and the rest. When I brought out my scarf to help him wear it, he slightly bent himself down for me to wrap the two meters-long white scarf around his neck. The moment my hands touched him with the soft warm scarf ,my face turned completely red, and I just smiled awkward to myself with my eyes looked at the ground. Fortunately my careless sir was busy appreciating his new scarf then and didn’t notice my embarrassment. Later I read him my favorite short story “the last leaf” wrote by O Henry, who is a novelist lived in the 19c of America and famous for his abrupt endings of short novels.

however that’s not the only reason that I choose this beautiful sad story but also took the protagonists in to consideration——three artists, ARTIST.

Then the twilight closed in, he suggested go out for dinner. We patronized a small clean restaurant called “south and north wooden house” and ordered three dishes. To tell the truth, I was not hungry at all ,after having a half of sweet potato shared with him. There and then we had a real talk, about his marriage his family: no marriage, no family, always drifting from one country to another ,like a wind ,like a cloud, never stop for long ,never settled down ----

And my waiting for my Mr. Right ,even almost detailed to whom is the unlucky guy----

The atmosphere is quite relaxed and natural with the background music “Season In the Sun” from Westlife.

We took a short walk after supper instead of went back to campus straight away. Still continuing the sensitive topic. Once a time I was so emotional that I almost unburden myself to him. But the remain sense forbid myself to this craziness——I am no longer the wayward girl one year ago at home.——I must be responsible for my own words and behaviors. 

——“Do you still remember last time I called you careless sir?”

——“Yeah, I do. Why Joy?”

I paused for a while, didn’t know how to answer or explain.

——“I won’t tell you”, “not now, Andy.”

He stopped, he is not a person like to get everything to their bottoms. Nor do I.

The street is crowded and noisy so we began to walk back not long after. I sat behind him of his motorcycle. A cold wind of deep autumn blew to us , I was only wearing a sweater then and ,I don’t know how it occurred to me. I just put my arms around his waist and leant my face on his back gently. Though feeling a little strange but really fantastic! I have no idea about whether he had sensed it.

My dorm gate was approaching ,my heart was sinking. I reseated myself reluctantly in case to be caught sight of my acquaintance or classmates.

We said goodnight to each other and that’s the end-----