The Brightest Part of My Mind(2)

     "Now tell me what you are thinking. Do you feel comfortable?"
     "Yes, very comfortable, teacher!"
     "Don＇t call me teacher, call me ＇Sir＇ ! You should know it is much politer to call one ＇Sir＇ who renders help."
      He burst into laughter, difficult for me to understand.
     At that moment, I felt the mildness of breeze with a bit of coolness. On the smooth way, I was a happy bird, surrounded with such great warmth which I could only get from my parents and my dear grandfather.
     Then I arrived, and he wanted to ride back. He held me in the arms from the bike, kissed my red cheek and tapped my small head with his tough hand.
      Happiness is certain to end. No one will have the everlasting priority on maintaining happiness; each soul must remember that fate is fair.  Since it once presented you with boundless happiness, it will deprive all this and deliver them an unexpected gift of sorrow.
     I am one of them, the one who once smiled from the bottom of my heart but then released all the smile, back to soundless cry. Transition of the two different feelings buried in my fragile heart a sharp sword, stabbing me faintly.
     Two months later, my former maths teacher came back to her familiar platform, facing a group of familiar faces. He left us, left me, without any word. From then on, every time I faced the familiar platform, listening to the maths teacher, I can＇t help thinking of him, my kind "grandfather"; Every day, I met a lot of people, familiar or unfamiliar, but had never caught his shadow. I came to believe it would be the end, though pathetic.
     But one day, a familiar shadow was before a blackboard at the corner of stairs. It was he, the one I longed for.
     "Sir!" I shouted with all my strength.
      He looked back at me, no exciting in his eyes and no gladness on his expression but surprise. He just stood there, chalk in hand, gazing at me at a loss, a little pupil with tears rolling down her face.
     "What＇s the matter, pupil?"
     Hearing the familiar tone but odd words, I am caught both in delight and in bewilderment, What＇s the matter? Was I not the little girl he knew? I became dumb with a splash of what had been heard from one teacher that he had moved to logistics department for his serious forgetfulness.
     "Nothing! Thank you !"
     I rushed out of the dreadful corner cruel enough to flood me in cruelty, loneliness and callosity. He had thrown away all the memory of a little girl who brought him glory.
     With the passage of time, I had to believe that he had cast me in a dark corner, but I would put the memory of him in the brightest part of my mind for good.