572 Handy
Henry sat behind the desk, looking down at the students' homework, supporting his head with his left hand, his open palm covering most of his face, his fingertips wandering around his temples and eyebrows, faintly. I saw the tense fingertips gently rubbing my temples, and the fatigue and helplessness between my eyebrows were like thick ink dripping into clear water, slowly fainting..
The right hand that was flipping through the homework suddenly stopped and turned back to the previous page. In an instant, the out-of-focus eyes came back to reality again and continued to focus on the homework. Then there was a trivial sound of opening the door. Let Henry raise his head, slide his left hand to his chin, and look at the door without any cover..
It's Meredith.
“Hi Mr. Bart.”
“Hi, Meredith." Henry twitched his lips and greeted Meredith's visit with a smile, "Are you okay?？”
Meredith held a large ginger envelope in her hand, closed the classroom door quietly, met Henry's gaze on her, lowered her head involuntarily, avoided his gaze, raised her hand, and tilted her head. She tilted her head, trying to hide her rawness and nervousness, but she didn't realize that she was in the same boat. "Very good, I'm fine." She stood obediently and reservedly at the door of the classroom, not daring to come near, and raised her hands. envelope and timidly said, “I made a picture for you..”
Only then did Henry notice Meredith's alienation, waved, and said in a kind tone, "Come here." He glanced at the homework in front of him, quickly drew two lines with his pen, and then put down the pen in his hand. , raised his head and looked at Meredith, who was slowly approaching, "You really made？”
“Yes." Meredith caught the faint smile on the corner of Henry's mouth, and the shallow arc carried a sense of warmth. She was shy and a little nervous, lowered her head and chuckled, answering Henry's question almost breathlessly..
Watching Henry take the envelope, Meredith stepped forward, then stepped back, but finally took two small steps forward, stood beside Henry, and turned her head to watch Henry take the envelope from the envelope. He took out his work and fiddled with the ring on his finger anxiously and anxiously. His mouth became dry due to nervousness, and he kept pursed his lips..
Henry held Meredith's entire work with both hands, staring deeply and intently. This is a photographic work. On the left is an empty classroom, and on the right is his bust, but there is no face. Staring blankly at the empty classroom. The black and white tones are cold and thick, bringing out a sense of inner sadness and loneliness..
Henry's gaze couldn't help but deepen slightly, and the sadness between his eyebrows sparsely spread in the depths of his eyes. "Wow." He sighed in a low voice, but his eyes never moved away, just so quietly. Look at the photographic works in your hands quietly. The reason why art is so important is because it reflects everyone’s heart to some extent. This is true for painting, photography, movies, and music. This is true for the creator and the appreciator. , different hearts, in the same work of art, reflect different depths and contents..
“……It's really beautiful." Henry sighed in a low voice, and the hoarse and deep voice echoed deep in his throat, "It's really talented." He seemed to be talking to himself, and he expressed his sincere appreciation, whispering in his ears. Meredith's shy but cheerful voice "Thank you" came, which interrupted Henry's thoughts. He raised his head and frowned slightly, with doubts in his eyes, "You have been creating for a long time.？”
Meredith was so embarrassed that she scratched her head. Even though she had been suppressing it, the corners of her mouth still rose uncontrollably, and the smile fell deeply into her eyes. "It started since I was a child." Meredith He lowered his head, his chin almost touching his chest. Even though he bit his lower lip, he still couldn't suppress the outline of the corners of his mouth..
Henry looked at Meredith blankly, with a smile still on his face, but with a touch of loneliness. He lowered his gaze sadly and looked at the work in his hand, "A blank face, standing on a In the empty classroom." His eyes gradually darkened, and he was lost in his own thoughts, and asked softly, "Is this me in your eyes, Meredith?？”
Those deep pupils are dissipating little by little, just like the photo in your hand, the face is disappearing.
When Meredith heard these words, she shyly and panicked and averted her eyes, as if her inner girlish thoughts had been glimpsed. She quickly took two steps back and grabbed the hem of her vest jacket with both hands. She swayed her body gently like a young girl. But then, she gradually froze, and Henry's side face fell into her eyes. The loneliness and sadness of a homeless old man were flowing quietly, and her emotions could not help but settle down. Her eyes were fixed on Henry like this, watching quietly.
“I don't know what you look like in my eyes..." Meredith paused for a moment, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. Involuntarily, her eyes followed Henry and landed on her own work. , "This is just my idea of your current situation." Meredith recalled the process of her creation, "Have you ever thought about what kind of people teachers are outside of school? in real life.”
Henry put down the work in his hand, slowly leaned back on the chair, raised his hand to rub his temples, and intentionally or unintentionally opened the distance between him and Meredith, "I guess so. This classroom Is it real in your eyes?？”
Meredith didn't know how to answer, so she paused, and then she saw Henry raise his gaze, and the two people's eyes met. This awakened Meredith's memory, and she explained in a panic, "I was at school. Watching you nearby..." She hesitated a little, but she continued, "You always look so sad..”
The corners of Henry's mouth raised slightly, showing a smile, but there was a cold mist floating on his stretched eyebrows and deep eyes, and the lonely sadness in the smile became more and more heartbreaking..
Meredith tried to speak, but found that she choked inexplicably, and her eyes were slightly red. She awkwardly avoided Henry's sight, shrugged her shoulders, and did not put them down for a long time, as if to express her helplessness. She also seemed to be building her own defense mechanism, "Maybe..." Meredith couldn't finish her words, and her voice became softer. She was just talking to herself, "Maybe your life is not going well..”
The pain she felt made her words become fragmented, almost whispering. She quietly looked at Henry with the corner of her sight, her lower lip began to turn white because of the excessive force of her teeth, cautious, uneasy, hesitant, uneasy, hesitant, Nervous, but with a sense of desire, the strong emotion made her voice hoarse, "If you want to find someone to talk to,……”
The following words just disappeared in the throat, and you can even faintly hear the cry caused by fear of loss and fear of exposure..
Henry raised his gaze and looked at Meredith carefully. The bitter and sad smile on the corner of his mouth rose again, but it soon calmed down. A kind smile flashed in his eyes, and then he stood He stood up, maintaining an equal status between him and Meredith. Even though his tall height was far more than two heads above Meredith's, his eyes were placed at the same height as Meredith. superior.
Henry tried to get closer to Meredith, but he paused and took a small step back, keeping the distance between the two. He lowered his head, thought carefully, chewed carefully, and then opened his eyes. All the mixed emotions were covered up, and he regained his usual alienation and indifference, and then he raised his head again, "Meredith？”
“Yes, sir." Meredith raised her head, looking at the teacher in front of her with admiration and affection, searching bit by bit for the expression between her eyebrows..
Henry raised his hand and tried to rub his temples, but stopped in mid-air and stopped abruptly because he realized the fragility and heaviness revealed by such an action. He breathed out gently, and Henry said seriously, "You Do you need someone to talk to?？”
Meredith's nose became sour and her eyes began to turn red. Her voice trembled slightly. She nodded vigorously, "Yes..." But her voice became fragmented and she said earnestly and desperately, "You can and Shall I talk?？”
Henry closed his eyes gently, concealing the flash of sadness and pain in his eyes, and then nodded in affirmation.
Meredith took a small step forward with some urgency, but saw that Henry's upper body stiffened. He did not dodge, but the muscles in his back were frozen and stiff. The shrinking of the physical space brought about mental tension. The expansion of space and the insurmountable alienation are like an invisible wall, activating the defense mechanism.
He is not indifferent, nor is he cold-blooded, but is afraid, afraid, withdrawn, worried, and desperate. He is like an abyss of despair. Anyone who comes close to him will be shattered into pieces. He tries to help others, but always ends up destroyed. Gotta clean. He doesn't want to destroy Meredith.
Meredith, who was immersed in her own thoughts, didn't notice, "When I talk to you, I feel like you see through everything." Meredith's eyes were slightly red, filled with tears, and filled with thick tears. Said with a thick nasal voice. The sadness and despair reflected Henry's soul..
Henry quickly lowered his eyes, and the fleeting light swallowed up all his emotions. He nodded slightly and said softly, "I did see you, Meredith." It was precisely because he saw Mei. Redis saw the scarred soul, so he had to keep a distance, "Do you want to talk to Dr. Pike?"？”
“Oh, please." Meredith was disappointed. This was not the answer she wanted. Out of anger and anxiety, she couldn't help but stamp her feet, and then took a small step forward, venting her emotions and inadvertently leaking The negative emotions that came out were burning, "Don't mention the psychological counselor to me.！”
Henry quickly raised his hands to express surrender, soothing Meredith's emotions, "No, that's not what I meant." He tried to avoid looking away, but knew that this was not a wise choice. Hesitatingly, he still stared at Looking at Meredith, his body began to lean back, pressed against the blackboard, and sat on the back of the chair, widening the distance between the two of them again..
“what can i do？”
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