In my sophomore year, I was elected as a class leader, and because of my responsibilities, I had more contact with my counselor. She is a ** in her thirties, with beautiful looks and outstanding temperament, and always gives people the unique charm of a mature woman. Once, I was in the counselor's office to help her sort out some paperwork. There were just the two of us in the office and the atmosphere was a little delicate. She leaned on her desk, looked up at me, and whispered, "My stomach hurts a little, I don't know why." "I saw her hand gently resting on her lower abdomen, as if rubbing.
I thought to myself that this was not a question to ask, so I said, "Then I'll pour you some water." She shook her head, and there seemed to be a hint of confusion in her eyes: "You don't need to pour water, you can help me rub it." "I was overwhelmed and confused. Even though I knew she was a teacher, she was also a woman, and I was very embarrassed by this request. I panicked and said, "Oh, that's not good, you're a female teacher." ”
She smiled slightly: "What does it matter, you are a class cadre, and I am also here for work." I walked up to her and gently rubbed her lower abdomen. Her body trembled slightly, then closed her eyes. I felt her breath blowing in my ears, and my mood became a little strange.
After a while, she slowly opened her eyes and said softly, "Thank you." ”
I breathed a sigh of relief: "You're welcome, it's time for lunch, are you hungry?" Let's go home from work and eat. She smiled slightly: "Okay, there are pork ribs and stewed potatoes in the second canteen today." "I was secretly glad that I could take the opportunity to leave this embarrassing scene. So I rushed to the cafeteria and bought two stewed potatoes with pork ribs. When she returned to the office, she was gone. I felt a little confused and didn't know how to deal with the situation.
Years later, when I thought about it, it dawned on me that the counselor was out of the woods. Maybe she was hinting at me something, and I missed the opportunity because I was young and shy. Later, I heard that she and her husband had been separated for a long time, and maybe she needed a man's comfort and companionship at that time. Looking back now, if I had the courage to hug her and comfort her, maybe our relationship would have been different. But I can't turn back the clock, and I can't change my past choices. I can only silently wish her a happy life now.