T was taken aback for a moment, then nodded violently. He grabbed his schoolbag and rushed to Singto's side in two or three steps, his eyes twinkling like stars.
very nice. Looking into those eyes, Singto couldn't help but think so.
It's great to be able to express my feelings frankly and to pursue the love I want so bravely.
People can't help but want to pamper him to the sky and see how bright these eyes can be.
Perhaps this way of getting along is so peaceful that Singto almost forgot, but in fact this kind of peace can be easily broken.
For example, I saw Arthit and Kongphop walking side by side.
The distance was a bit far, and Singto couldn't see the expressions of the two of them clearly. He only knew that Kongphop's eyes were always focused on Arthit.
Arthit looked down at some information, he should be discussing business with Kongphop. However, he turned his head to confirm Kongphop's reaction, but suddenly met Kongphop's eyes. He turned around in a jerk, his ears were red, but he still tried his best to relax his stiff body while talking to Kongphop.
Kongphop saw everything in his eyes, but he didn't expose it, but the smile on the corner of his lips became more and more obvious, and his eyes were as soft as looking at his most beloved person.
That is his most beloved person.
"...Senior Sing, are you okay?"
Singto came back to his senses. Looking sideways, Krist, who was still alive and kicking just now, looked cautious. Singto couldn't tell which were Krist's real emotions and which ones were staged by Krist.
So he raised the corners of his mouth and replied: "Well, I have given up on Teacher Arthit. For me, nothing is more important than seeing the teacher happy."
Kris was silent for a while. He lowered his head so that Singto could not see his expression clearly. After a while, he slowly said, "Do you think I'm selfish?"
— No, you are just more determined and determined than ordinary people.
But before Singto could answer, Krist raised his head. He grabbed Singto's wrist violently, giving Singto the illusion that he was the life-saving straw for the person in front of him: "Even if you think I'm selfish, I won't change. The sun has gone to other places , then I will be Senior Sing’s sun.”
- In fact, you are already the sun. The sun is too bright, so bright that it can burn people.
Singto only felt a soft pain in his heart. It wasn't because of seeing Arthit showing a rare expression to Kongphop, but because of this younger brother who was holding onto him tightly, afraid that he would run away. He patted Krist's hand: "It's almost time, let's go back to the school building."
Krist is already the sunshine that warms Singto. It's just that he doesn't know how to repay this warmth.
There is no class in the afternoon and no need to go to Arthit's laboratory. Singto, who returned to the dormitory, turned on the computer and planned to sort out the photos he took a while ago.
Singto is good at portraits, and everyone is his model. The hard drive on which he keeps his photos has numerous folders, all carefully categorized by the names of the models.
He saw the top folder at a glance, and his fingers twitched unconsciously. In order to be able to find it at any time, only this folder is not named after the person's name, but the number 1.
With two clicks, there are only a few photos displayed at the top of the screen. These are a few photos of people taking off their guard after the activities in the laboratory, these are photos of lectures, and this one is a back view taken secretly. There are really few photos. Without a fair reason, Singto never had the courage to press the shutter on Arthit. Occasionally, it can exhaust all the strength in his whole body. There will always be an indelible sense of distance between teachers and students.
That photo broke into Singto's eyes at this moment. Singto blinked in a daze, and zoomed in on the photo uncontrollably.
The young man in the photo has a dull expression, and looks kind of ignorant and cute. The breeze ruffled his hair, but he didn't care at all. His gaze seemed to be looking at the camera, or at something else.
The former Singto may not understand. But now he knew that what the boy was looking at was actually the person holding the camera.
Singto pursed his lips. If you take a closer look, you can see that this child is not at all like Mr. Arthit. He is simpler, more immature, and more lively. As long as you stay by his side, you can't help raising the corners of your mouth, and no matter how heavy your heart is, it will become lighter.
So at that time, what was I thinking when I raised the camera to this "stranger"? You already know that the person in the photo is not a teacher, so why put it in this folder
Singto pondered. He cropped the photo and clicked on another folder. This folder is much richer than just now. In the photo, the person raised the camera to cover his face, stared at the camera with his mouth puffed up because of a bad photo, raised his head slightly to look at the sky, lowered his head and nibbled on the pen to try to solve difficult math problems, and showed his face directly to the camera big smile. The photos that belonged to that special folder just now were quietly moved here.
I don't know if there will be more and more photos in this folder. After all, there are still many aspects of this model that Singto doesn't know. By the way, Singto wanted to take a picture of him playing drums. Not the desperation that poured all the sorrow into the drums that day, but the freedom that really puts one's heart and soul into the notes.
The interface was switched back to the appearance when clicking on the hard disk, and Singto's mouse was placed on the number 1. He pressed the left button for a long time, and slowly but firmly dragged the "1" into the small trash can on the desktop. He didn't give himself any way out, and with two or three operations, even the trash can was emptied.
Perhaps, there really is such a thing as "fate" in this world.
After doing all this, he slumped on the chair as if exhausted. The light from the chandelier hanging from the ceiling was a bit dazzling, and Singto covered it with his hands. He thought of Krist's eyes.
— But, Kit, are you really as brave and optimistic as you appear? won't you be in pain
Krist is light. Krist is the sun. Krist can make people relax. But, who can let Kris take off guard? Does the person who makes Krist happy really exist
Recalling the pain in his heart when he looked at Krist, Singto couldn't help covering his face with his hands firmly, and let out a long sigh. Now, he couldn't see any light at all.
No one knows better than him how difficult it is to pretend to be broad.
-TBC.
These chapters have been narrated from Sing's perspective, which is my little thought. I don't know if anyone has discovered the hidden problems of these two people? Continue to push KA in the next chapter.
14.
"… why is it you again?"
"I came to see you for dinner, senior." Standing outside the classroom, Kongphop winked at Arthit innocently.
Always feel a headache. Arthit rubbed his temples: "Mr. Kongphop, the project for your company should have ended, can you work hard?"
"It's off-duty time now. And I've said it many times—" Maybe because he was still outside the classroom, Kongphop didn't make a sound, just to let Arthit see clearly, he spoke every word very slowly, "I am chasing you."
One word at a time, slowly, Arthit felt a burst of heat rushing up his cheeks. He touched his neck uncomfortably, and slapped the lesson plan in Kongphop's face: "Eat as soon as you eat, why do you talk so much?" After a pause, he added, "If you want to come over in the future, at least call me first." Call." His tone didn't look like that stern teacher Arthit at all.
"Yes." Kongphop answered and took the lesson plan. His eyes were always focused on the back of Arthit who turned around and walked forward quickly after speaking. There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, but it was obvious at a glance that he Falling in sweet love.
What Kongphop didn't know was that Arthit had the exact same expression on his face.
After finishing the project with Kongphop, Arthit, who entered the rest period, can rarely get off work and go home on time. Not wanting to crowd with the students, Arthit took Kongphop to a familiar restaurant for dinner.
As usual, half of the dishes on the table are spicy and the other are light, but both of them seem to be used to it and look normal. Casually chatting about some current affairs, the atmosphere is quite harmonious.
"Speaking of which, how is the senior's younger brother?" Until Kongphop suddenly asked about Krist.
Arthit frowned: "Uh, the cold is gone, and I feel a little bit more energetic." He stared suspiciously at Kongphop who picked up the poached egg in the soup and blew gently, "Why did you suddenly ask about my brother? Didn't you just talk to Kongphop?" Did he say hello once?"
Kongphop smell