Henry sat behind the desk, looking down and flipping through the students' homework, his left hand supporting his head, his outstretched palm covering most of his face, his fingertips roaming around his temples and the tips of his eyebrows, and he could faintly see that the tense fingertips were gently rubbing his temples, and the tiredness and helplessness between his eyebrows were like thick ink dripping into the clear water, slowly fainting.

The right hand that was flipping through the homework stopped abruptly, and turned back to the page in front of him, and in an instant, his out-of-focus eyes came back to his senses again, and he continued to focus on the homework, and then there was a trivial sound of the door opening the door, which made Henry raise his head, and his left hand slipped to the position of his chin, and his eyes looked at the door without covering.

It's Meredith.

"Hi, Mr. Bart. ”

"Hi Meredith. Henry tugged at the corners of his mouth and greeted Meredith's visit with a smile, "Are you okay?"

Meredith held a large ginger envelope in her hand, closed the classroom door lightly, and met the gaze of Henry, who couldn't help but hang her head, avoiding the gaze, raising her hand and tilting her head, trying to hide her jerkiness and nervousness, but she didn't find herself with the same hands and feet, "Very good, I'm fine." She stood at the door of the classroom obediently and restrainedly, not daring to approach, raised the envelope in her hand, and said timidly, "I made a picture for you." ”

Only then did Henry notice Meredith's estrangement, beckoned, and said in a kind tone, "Come here." Glancing at the assignment in front of him, he quickly drew two lines with his pen, then put down the pen in his hand, and raised his head to look at Meredith, who was slowly approaching, "You really made it?"

"Yes. Meredith caught the faint smile on the corner of Henry's mouth, but the shallow curvature carried a warmth. Shy, but also a little nervous, he lowered his head and chuckled, almost answering Henry's question in an angry voice.

Watching Henry take the envelope, Meredith's footsteps walked forward and retreated, but finally took two small steps forward, stood at Henry's side, and watched Henry pull his work out of the envelope, fiddling with the ring on his finger anxiously and apprehensively, his mouth becoming dry from nervousness, and constantly pursing his lips.

Heng held Meredith's entire work in both hands, staring deeply and intently. This is a photograph of an empty classroom on the left and a bust of him on the right, but without a face, staring blankly at the empty classroom. The black and white tones are cold and heavy, with a sense of inner sadness and loneliness.

Henry's gaze couldn't help but deepen slightly, and the sadness between his eyebrows sparsely sprinkled into the depths of his eyes, "Wow." He sighed lowly, but his eyes never looked away, just quietly looking at the photograph in his hand. The reason why art is so important is that it reflects everyone's heart to a certain extent, painting, photography, film, music, creators, and viewers.

“…… It's really beautiful. Henry exclaimed in a low voice, his hoarse voice echoing deep in his throat, "Really talented." As if he was talking to himself, he expressed his sincere appreciation, and Meredith's shy but excited voice "Thank you" came from his ears, which interrupted Henry's thoughts, raised his head, frowned slightly, and his eyes showed doubt, "You have been creating for a long time?"

Meredith was so shy that she didn't know what to do, she scratched her head, and even though she had been suppressing it, the corners of her mouth were uncontrollably raised, and the smile fell deep into her eyes, "Since I was a child. Meredith lowered her head, her chin almost pressed against her chest, and even though she bit her lower lip, she couldn't suppress the outlined corners of her mouth.

Henry looked at Meredith stunned, still with a smile on his face, but adding a touch of loneliness, and lowered his gaze with concern, looking at the work in his hand, "A blank face, standing in an empty classroom." His eyes deepened, and he fell into his own thoughts, and asked softly, "Is this what you see me?" Meredith?"

The deep pupils were dissipating little by little, like a photo in his hand, and his face was disappearing.

When Meredith heard this, she shyly and panicked away from her gaze, as if her inner girlish thoughts had been glimpsed, and hurriedly took two steps back, grabbing the hem of her waistcoat with both hands crampedly and restrainedly, and gently swaying her body like a girl. But then, she gradually froze, Henry's side face fell into her eyes, the loneliness and sadness of old helplessness flowed quietly, and her emotions couldn't help but precipitate, and her eyes were just looking at Henry, watching quietly.

"I don't know what I think of you as ......" Meredith paused for a moment, as if caught up in her own thoughts, and involuntarily, her gaze fell on her own work with Henry, "It's just a little bit of my idea of your current situation." Meredith recalls her creative process, "Have you ever wondered what kind of people teachers are outside of school? ”

Henry put down the work in his hand, slowly leaned back in his chair, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, intentionally or unintentionally widening the distance between him and Meredith, "I guess so." Is this classroom real to you?"

Meredith didn't know how to answer, paused, and then saw Henry raise his gaze, and the two men met each other, which awakened Meredith's memory, and explained in a panic, "I'm watching you near the school......" Her words hesitated slightly, but continued anyway, "You always look so sad." ”

The corners of Henry's mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile, but the stretched eyebrows and deep eyes were floating with a layer of cold mist, and the lonely sadness was more and more distressing in the smile.

Meredith tried to speak, but found that she choked up inexplicably, her eyes were slightly red, she avoided Henry's gaze in embarrassment, shrugged her shoulders, and didn't put it down, as if expressing her helplessness, and as if she was building her own defense mechanism, "Maybe ......" Meredith's words couldn't go on, and her voice was lower, just talking to herself, "Maybe your life is not going well." ”

The empathetic pain made her words fragmented, almost murmuring. She quietly looked at Henry with her eyes, her lower lip began to turn white because her teeth were too hard, cautious, apprehensive, hesitant, uneasy, hesitant, nervous, but with a longing, the strong emotion made her voice hoarse, "If you want someone to talk to......

The words that followed disappeared into his throat, and he could even faintly hear the cry caused by the fear of losing and the fear of being exposed.

Henry raised his gaze and looked at Meredith carefully, the bitter and sad smile on the corner of his mouth rose again, but it quickly calmed down, a kind smile flashed in his eyes, and then he stood up, maintaining the equal status between him and Meredith, even though his tall height far exceeded Meredith by more than two heads, but his gaze was on the same height as Meredith.

Henry tried to get closer to Meredith, but paused, and took a small half step back, keeping the distance between the two men. Lowered his head, thought carefully, chewed carefully, and then covered up all the mixed emotions in his eyes, and returned to his usual detachment and indifference, and then raised his head again, "Meredith?"

"Yes, sir. Meredith raised her head, looking at the teacher in front of her with admiration in her eyes, little by little searching for the look 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 of such an action, and exhaled softly, Henry said seriously, "Do you need someone to talk to?"

Meredith's nose was sore, her eyes began to redden, her voice trembled slightly, she nodded vigorously, "Yes......" but her voice became fragmented, and she said earnestly, desperately, "Can you talk to me?"

Henry closed his eyes slightly, hiding the grief and pain that flashed 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 didn't dodge, but the muscles in his back were frozen and stiff, and the shrinking of physical space brought about the expansion of mental space, and that insurmountable alienation was like an invisible wall, activating the defense mechanism.

He is not cold-blooded, let alone cold-blooded, but afraid, fearful, withdrawn, worried, and desperate. He is like an abyss of despair, anyone who comes near him will be crushed, and he tries to help others, but he always destroys everything. He didn't want to destroy Meredith.

Meredith, who was immersed in his own thoughts, did not realize that "when I talk to you, I feel like you see through everything. Meredith's eyes were slightly red, and she said in a deep, nasal voice with tears in her eyes. The sadness and despair reflected in Henry's soul.

Henry's eyes quickly lowered, the fleeting glimmer swallowing up all emotions, and he nodded lightly and said softly, "I did see you." Meredith. It was because he saw Meredith, that he saw the devastated soul, that he had to keep his distance, "Would you like to go and talk to Dr. Pike?"

"Oh, please. Meredith was disappointed, this was not the answer she wanted, because of anger, because of anxiety, she couldn't help but stomp her feet, and then took a small step forward, venting her emotions, and the negative emotions that were inadvertently leaked were burning, "Don't mention the psychological counselor to me!"

Henry hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, calming Meredith's emotions, "No, I didn't mean that. He tried to avoid looking away, but he knew it was not a wise choice, and after hesitating, he still looked at Meredith, but his body began to lean back, against the blackboard, and sat down on the back of his chair, pulling the distance between the two of them again.

"What can I do?"