He Walked Quietly

When I first met him: His slender figure stood on the podium, his indifferent eyes pierced through the glasses at her standing at the door. His white and well-jointed hand was raised, his index finger lightly touched the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his thin lips were slightly opened: "You are late." When I was moved by him for the first time: He sat on the chair with his back to the light. The teacher in the office gradually left. She stood there holding her skirt at a loss. He turned his head to look at her, his face against the light was blurry but warm, and his voice was like a gust of wind in spring: "Am I that scary?" When I hugged him for the first time: He buried his head in his knees, his slightly curly black hair hanging down listlessly, trembling slightly. Her heart beat faster and she touched his head. She bravely leaned forward and hugged him gently. She heard her voice trembling: "I'm here." -Student Party, not necessarily updated often- -The writing is not good. If there are any shortcomings, please ask for corrections- -Teacher-student love, ending BE/HE uncertain- -Thank you- -2014.6.12-