"May you shine like element 83"

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It has been a long time since I graduated from high school. One day I was in a good mood, and I remembered to tidy up the messy bookshelf.

I happened to find a piece of paper-cutting element No. 83 sandwiched in "Picking Up Flowers in the Morning and Dusk". A small, crookedly cut piece of paper, with the number "83" spread all over the paper, and a small row of element periods, atomic numbers, and atomic radii at the bottom.

There was a throbbing in my heart, and that memory was suddenly recalled, "May you shine like element 83..."

②

"Teacher? Are you looking for me?" I lay at the door of the office and looked at the head teacher.

The head teacher looked confused: "No!"

I realized that I had been teased by my classmates, turned away with a blush, and "haha" covered up my embarrassment with laughter, feeling in my heart But he cursed softly.

"It's me!" A clear and strong male voice came from behind me...

"I'm looking for you!"

I paused I stopped and turned around, and for a moment my eyes met the source of the sound. My heart began to beat uncontrollably, so hard that I couldn't breathe.

It’s the chemistry teacher, the person I have a crush on...

Maybe the student falls in love with the teacher. This is a childish joke, just like the two children in the kindergarten saying that they will last forever. . But it's real, it happened to me.

③

I fell in love with him in the chemistry class in my freshman year of high school. It is the early autumn season outside the window, and the delicious scent of osmanthus drifts into the classroom on the wind.

He stood upright, and the wind got in through the cuffs of his white shirt, and then came out from the corners of his clothes mischievously. The fluttering corners of his clothes were like a lively fish, which really attracted me.

He was talking about measures to deal with gas leaks. I sat in front of the podium and looked up at him as he carefully and seriously explained how to deal with a gas leak.

The sun shone on the broken hair on his forehead, it was gentle and beautiful, I was fascinated by it. He just stared blankly without blinking.

I didn’t come back to my senses until he smiled and asked me, “Do you understand?” When I was asked about it, I felt that I had made a profit, but also felt that I was extremely stupid.

He looked at me tenderly and told me specifically: "You must learn to protect yourself."

I thought it was his special concern, and I was very happy. His face was also slightly red.

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From then on, I would always stare at him infatuatedly and shyly under the podium; I would also secretly follow him to the cafeteria pretending to be nothing; Every time I passed by the office, I would slow down and take a look at him who was writing lesson plans seriously. During morning reading, I would lie down at the back door of the classroom just to say "Hello, teacher!" to him as he passed by.

Girls’ thoughts are probably so boring and interesting.

At that time, I would secretly write his name in notebooks and textbooks, as if if it was written, he belonged to me alone; I would also secretly copy his class schedule....

The days passed so fast, hundreds of days and nights just slipped away in my mind of secretly falling in love with him. From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, from meeting to parting...

⑤

I calmed down and walked into the office.

He bent over and flipped through a small pile of "shredded paper" in the book. I looked at it carefully.

His hair was like short silk cloth, smooth and swaying lightly with his movements.

Suddenly, "Guess what this element is?" He straightened up and looked at me, held up a small piece of paper and handed it to me, "If you guessed it right, I'll give it to you!"

Like a sudden exam, I carefully identified the shredded paper in front of me and tried hard to turn over the knowledge in my mind.

The few seconds of silence passed by as if time had stopped. I could only hear my own heartbeat, accompanied by his breathing...

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I replied in a low voice: "I don't know him. I can only memorize the first 30 numbers, which are around 80..."

He stared at me and smiled lightly, It seemed that my answer did not surprise him.

I was a little embarrassed and twitched my lips.

"Then I'll give it to you." He put the piece of paper on the table very close to me and pointed: "It's called bismuth, it's the most beautiful color among all metallic lusters! It's a rare metal !"

"Give it to me!" I was surprised

He stared at me for a moment, silence, silence...

I couldn't breathe. Yes, his eyes are as gentle as water, and as vast as the starry sky and the universe. For a moment, the most beautiful words in the world could not describe his eyes.

There was a feeling of electric shock, and emotions surged into my brain, like the sudden flash of white after drinking a glass of wine.

⑥

I know that he is leaving.... He has been spotted by a better unit and will be transferred there.

Maybe...because there is a complicated and embarrassing expression on my face. This suddenly silenced the atmosphere between us.

He reached out and patted my shoulder, comforting: "In the eyes of the teacher, you are very good, as bright as bismuth. Maybe you also know that the teacher is leaving, and this is the teacher's gift to you as a farewell note. A gift, I hope you will continue to be outstanding in the future."

I stood with my feet feeling soft... Sure enough, the news that the classmates spread that he was leaving was true...

He is leaving... This is a parting gift...

In an instant, my face and neck were hot, and I felt a breath stuck in my chest, unable to come up. Can't come down.

"There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Teacher will miss you!" He is like a teacher who cares about his classmates, and like a big brother who loves his sister.

His smile is very charming, and even his eyes are like the lake water reflecting the stars. When he smiles, the lake water carries the stars slightly. He doesn't look like an old-fashioned chemistry teacher at all, but he looks a lot like the male protagonist in my late-night novels.

I am secretly sad that saying goodbye is such a difficult thing.

Holding back tears and my head in a mess, I could only pick up the gift and say lamely: "Thank you!".

For the last time, I saw him up close.

"Goodbye..."

After leaving the office, I took the bismuth element and sat on my seat for a long time to relax. My secret love ended like this, the words I was holding back were not spoken, and parting came, even though I had long thought that this day would come.

This is what is said on the Internet, a secret love is something that is obviously related to you, but has nothing to do with you.

...May you...

Now I have come to my senses in a daze: I have a crush on him, just like Beta has a crush on Zhang Ping, and Lin Jingxiao has a crush on Li Shu. The ending? It can only be passing by.

Looking back on my youth, perhaps the luckiest thing was that I was his student.

I touched the author’s name on the book. He and his wife are so happy...