S:Do you know how to □□ile, teacher

The teacher □□iled, and g□□e a warm eye contact to each student of the class.

Suddenly, the wind blew away the classroom, they felt fresh.

T:Do you know it now

S:Not really……Do you make it just on face or by your heart Can you tell me Because I can\'t tell--you are so real.

T(silent for a second):well, it depends on you what you were thinking……you can believe yourself.(teacher\'s eyes look down, turning pages)

S:Can\'t you just tell me

T:I am not a straight person, so I think the answer is not.

S:Why

T:I\'ve told you so.

Then came the silence with teacher\'s cough.

S:Your throat seems broken, may I give you some medicine

Student fished out an old bottle of brown tablets, and g□□e it on teacher’s hand.

The teacher immediately can\'t help crying when she saw the old bottle.

The teacher cover her face, and walk out the classroom quickly.

A few minutes later, the teacher came back, □□iled.

T:I\'m not gonna to lie......and for some reason, I didn\'t want to tell you the truth about my □□ile before. But now I can tell. I love the summer roads after it rains, it □□ells like watermelon, and was so lovely and fresh. The way it comes out is so flattered, I’ve always feel so happy......but if someone disturb me, I couldn’t feel.....just like now, now I want to be home and alone, and we will never see again, because without my □□ile cover on my face, I can’t live here any longer. No offend,but this is my last and only honest. Good luck!