At 7 a.m., the driver came on time to pick me up for work. Today I felt a little weird with the driver, he didn't talk to me, there was no music along the way, and he didn't seem to be looking at me in the mirror...... I honestly sat in the corner and looked out the window.

When I arrived at the museum, he still didn't talk to me, and I didn't come up to talk to him, and stayed away from him. I was still familiar with the narration and looked at the sculptures. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of me, it was the officer! Why did he come again? Did the curator say it? I don't think it was coming for me!

At this time, he walked towards me with a smile and said softly, "Hello, you are busy with you, leave me alone!" I smiled and walked away......

As I walked, I memorized the commentary, looked at the paintings on the wall, and recited them fluently. Inadvertently, I found that wherever I went, the officer was there, and he was always smiling at me. I didn't know that everything in front of me was in the curator's sight, but I didn't see him. Suddenly, the officer said, "It's time for me to go!" I waved my hand at him and said, "Goodbye!" He smiled at me and turned away. I don't know why he comes here every day, I thought: it shouldn't be like the curator said!

On the way off work, the driver still didn't talk to me, and I didn't take the initiative to talk to him. The car was unusually quiet, and something was wrong with the quiet. I got out of the car and he drove away without even looking at me.

In the morning, I went downstairs on time. As yesterday, there was no music or talking in the car. After a long time, he said, "What's wrong with your head?" I touched my forehead and said, "I was bitten by a mosquito last night and I accidentally broke it, and there was a lot of blood."

It was the first thing he said to me in two days, and I wasn't used to it. He smiled when I saw him in the mirror, a smile I hadn't seen in two days......

When I arrived, I continued to work as usual.

It was the familiar figure coming towards me again. The officer said, "Hello!" I said, "Hello!" The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he asked nervously: What is wrong with your head? Does it matter? Did you go to the hospital?

His nervousness drove my nervousness, and I hurriedly said, "It's okay!" But he didn't believe it, so he still asked me: Is it really okay? How did you get it? Is it serious? I replied embarrassedly: I was bitten by a mosquito, and it was broken, and some blood came out. He smiled and said, "That mosquito must be a male mosquito." I said, "Why?" He said, "Male mosquitoes like beautiful women." When I heard this, I laughed and said, "Don't leave a scar, don't break it again."

Our laughter may have been heard by the curator, after all, speaking in the museum is very amplified. The curator came up to us and said, "Brother, your unit isn't very busy these days, isn't it?" I see you every day! The officer replied: Yes, I want to come and have a look when I'm not busy, and it's almost time today, so I should also go.

But it wasn't long before he returned. Seeing that I was with the curator, he said embarrassedly: Wash your face and don't wash your forehead, and he left. I was a little stunned, did he come back for me? Is he really here for me, as the curator said? I wondered in my heart......

I looked up at the curator, and he said to me solemnly, "Does it hurt?" and he gently stroked my forehead. I said, "It doesn't hurt," avoided his touch, and turned away.

On the way to work, we still didn't communicate, he just looked at me a few times in the mirror from time to time.

When I got out of the car, he said: The wound should not be wet. I said, "I know, didn't the officer tell me everything today?" He was a little unhappy and said, "I said that I should not get wet, and he said that I can't wash it."

I went to the driver's window and said to him, "Are you upset?" Why are you talking to me so seriously? The driver said, "I'm very upset, I'll pick you up on time tomorrow." With that, the car sped away.

In the morning, I went downstairs on time. When I got in the car, I noticed that he wasn't in good shape. I said, "Didn't you sleep well last night?" He said, "Yes, I didn't sleep well." I said, "Why?" He said, "I miss you!" I was silent, just looking at him. He continued: It's true, it's you who closes your eyes, it's you who opens your eyes!

After saying that, he didn't speak again, just drove silently. At this time, I was not surprised or flustered, but unusually calm. Maybe this is the result from the moment I stroked my forehead yesterday! But I didn't expect him to say this result so quickly.

Work goes on as usual, and I'm still watching, walking, and talking......

The officer appeared in front of me on time again, and instead of smiling at me today, he walked up to me and handed me a pack of Band-Aids. He said: Change it every day, don't get inflamed. With that, he left.

Is he really here for me? But I still don't believe it's true......

I don't know why? Today, the curator didn't appear in front of me until the end of work.

In the car, he didn't talk to me, just handed me a bottle of water. I opened a bottle to drink water, and accidentally, I choked on the water.

I coughed vigorously, and he immediately pulled over on the side of the road, came to the back seat, patted me on the back, and said, "Why are you so careless?"

I don't know if I was choked with tears or if I really wanted to cry at this moment, but I was crying anyway. When he saw me crying, he hugged me in his arms and said, "It's me who is not good, it's me who drove in a hurry, and I'm the one who made you choke on water."

I don't know what's wrong? I kept crying...... It seemed like I was wronged, but I could feel him hugging me tightly.

He wiped my tears from my eyes, and I said, "Why have you ignored me for the past two days?" and he said, "You should be able to feel that I've been angry for the past two days." I was puzzled and said, "Why are you angry?" He said, "Angry with you, angry with you." I looked at him, and tears of grievance flowed again. He hugged me tightly in his arms again and said, "Don't use the Band-Aid he gave, okay?"

I looked at him seriously and smiled......

In the blink of an eye, a week passed. The band-aid on my forehead was removed, but I could still see the mosquito bite. I thought that after a while, I would be able to return to the way it was.

I'm going to return the books today, and I've read almost the books that the driver gave me a week ago.

In the morning, he came to pick me up, saw me with these books, and said, "Have you read them all?" I said, "Almost, I know a little bit about the history of the Great Wall." He said, "You don't have to return these books." I said, "How can I ask for someone else's things?" He said, "Am I someone else?" I said, "What do you think?"

He took me to the jade processing factory and customized some jade pieces about the Great Wall pattern. He picked one that he thought was beautiful and gave it to me, and I looked at it and put it down. He said, "I don't like it?" I said, "Thank you, it's not mine, you can't take it!" He nodded, and didn't force me to accept it again.

At lunchtime, we went to the restaurant. I don't know what my relationship with him is, is it work, is it a friend, or is it more of a friend? I don't want to guess, I don't want to think about it, just let it be.

It wasn't until the afternoon that we returned to the museum. The moment I entered the museum, I saw that familiar figure! I asked, "When did you come?" The officer said: I came in the morning and never left. I said, "Are you waiting for the curator?" and he said, "No, I'm waiting for you!"

I was overwhelmed by his straightforward answer...... He said, "Is your forehead all right?" Why doesn't it look like it's completely well? I said, "It may take a while." He smiled and said: I can't come to see you for the past few days, the army has a mission, and I have to leave for a while. I said, "Thank you for coming to see me."

Looking at him in front of me, I really don't know what to say? He came to see me, and he was waiting for me, what should I do? I could only look at him, and I couldn't say a word......

He said, "It's time for me to go, it's been too long since I've been out today!" I said, "Okay then!" But only I know that I have a little reluctance to say this......

He was gone, but I was standing there in a daze. Everything in front of him, one person can see it clearly. The curator walked up to me and looked at me affectionately......

At this moment, my heart is very complicated...... I thought: Do these two men care about me? Tell yourself not to think about it, and if you don't want to, you won't get tired.

Sure enough, the officer never came back during this time. I also sometimes feel like something is missing every day......

There are a lot of people in the museum today, all of whom are friends of the curator, and the curator introduced them to me one by one. One of them, a woman in her 30s, came into my sights. She looked at me carefully, and I politely said to her, "Please give me more advice when we meet for the first time!" She was silent, but there was some hostility in her eyes, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

So many people visited, I had the feeling of being the protagonist for the first time! (After all, it has not officially opened yet) The curator said: You try to explain it to us, just as we are tourists! I hurriedly said: I can't do it, I'm not ready! The curator said: It's okay, everyone won't laugh at you if you make a mistake, try it! I think: In this case, if I am prevaricating, I will not give the curator face, but it is the truth that I am not ready! I don't want to, just try!

I said, "Hello everyone!" Today is my first time explaining, and in addition to being nervous, I feel that I will definitely make a mistake and forget the words, so don't laugh! At this time, I have already seen everyone laughing! I looked at the curator embarrassedly, and he nodded to me.

I was so nervous about my first lecture at the museum......

I led everyone to walk and talk from area to area...... From the first floor to the second floor, just as I was about to be proud of today's performance, suddenly, I forgot my words! What an embarrassment! I looked at the curator! My eyes seemed to say to him: The curator saved me! The curator seemed to understand my eyes, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: Let's all come here today! I invite everyone to dinner!

I breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "Thank goodness, I walked to the back and found the curator waiting for me." He said, "It's a good job!" The first time is already very good! Don't be stressed! Take care of yourself while eating, I won't sit next to you, you must be full, don't be embarrassed, understand? I looked at him and nodded.