By. Utada Hikaru
"I'm getting married."
I raised my head to look at him in astonishment, and could even hear the gentle whistling of wind in my ears. After a long time, I let out a muffled "Oh" and lowered my head to continue chewing cheap vegetables. The atmosphere between the two seemed to become awkward in an instant. I raised my head again uncomfortably: "Who are you with? Do I know him?"
He smiled, grinning like a crocodile: "What are you pretending to be? Of course it's Jiang Ling, don't say you don't know?"
Jiang Ling is the female head teacher of Class 2. She is twenty-nine years old and not very good-looking. She is particularly fierce when teaching students. But when he talks about this name, he always speaks it with great tenderness, which makes me envious to the point of jealousy.
I grinned and thought it was a smile: "Congratulations." Then I continued to lower my head and eat the rice. Anyway, I was born with a bitter face, and no matter how sincere happiness appears on my face, it will still look stiff.
He still had papers to grade, so he left first. I chewed the instant chopsticks for a long time, but found that I couldn't eat the remaining half of the lunch box, so I had to throw it away. The school radio was playing electronic music in a language I didn't understand. Some young men and women were hiding behind books by the playground and laughing happily. An older female teacher would even knit sweaters in the office.
It was peaceful, but my heart couldn't be calm. Like the clear Rhine River, there is a touch of sadness flowing in the tranquility. I could act calm, but I couldn't help but burst into tears from the bottom of my heart.
(It's so useless...)
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