The Greatest Showman

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Henry sat behind the desk, looking down at the students' homework, supporting his head with his left hand, covering most of his face with his open palm, and if his fingertips seemed to be wandering between the temples and the tip of his eyebrows, it was faintly possible. Seeing the taut fingertips gently rubbing his temples, the tiredness and helplessness between his brows, like thick ink dripping into clear water, slowly fainted.

The right hand that was reading the homework stopped abruptly, and turned back to the previous page. In an instant, his out of focus eyes came back to his senses again, and he continued to focus on the homework. Then there was a trivial sound of opening the door. He asked Henry to raise his head, his left hand slipped to the position of his chin, and he looked at the door without covering his eyes.

It's Meredith.

"Hi, Mr Bart."

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

Meredith held a large ginger-colored envelope in his hand, closed the door of the classroom lightly, and met Henry's gaze, lowered his head, avoided his gaze, raised his hand, tilted She tilted her head, trying to hide her jerky and nervousness, but she didn't realize that she was on the same foot, "Very well, I'm fine." She stood at the door of the classroom obediently and cautiously, not daring to approach, and raised her hand envelope, said timidly, "I made a picture of you."

Only then did Henry notice Meredith's estrangement, beckoned, and said in a kind tone, "Come here." Glancing at the homework in front of him, he quickly drew two lines with his pen, and then put down the pen in his hand. , looked up at Meredith who was slowly approaching, "Did you really make it?"

"Yes." Meredith caught the faint smile on Henry's mouth, but the shallow arc was warm. Shy and a little nervous, he lowered his head and chuckled, almost answering Henry's question with an air tone.

Seeing Henry taking the envelope, Meredith walked forward and backed up, but finally took two small steps forward, stood beside Henry, tilted his head and watched Henry take the envelope from the envelope. Li took out his work, fiddled with the ring on his finger impatiently and nervously, his mouth became dry due to tension, and he kept pursing his lips.

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

Henry's eyes couldn't help but deepen slightly, and the sadness between his eyebrows scattered in the depths of his eyes, "Wow." He sighed in a low voice, but his eyes never looked away, just so quiet Looking at the photograph in his hand quietly. The reason why art is so important is because it reflects everyone's heart to a certain extent, such as painting, photography, film, music, the creator, and the appreciator, different hearts, in the same art In the product, what is refracted is different depths and contents.

"...It's really beautiful." Henry sighed in a low voice, his hoarse voice echoing deep in his throat, "It's really talented." He seemed to be talking to himself, expressing his sincere appreciation , Meredith's shy but excited voice "Thank you" came from his ear, which interrupted Henry's thoughts, raised his head, frowned slightly, and his eyes showed doubts, "You have been creating for a long time. for a while?"

Meredith was so shy that he was overwhelmed and scratched his head. Even though he kept suppressing it, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, and the smile fell deeply into his eyes, "It started when I was a child." Meredith He lowered his head, his chin was almost touching his chest, and even if he bit his lower lip, he still couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth.

Henry stared blankly at Meredith, his face still smiling, but adding a touch of loneliness, he lowered his eyes with a heart, looking at the work in his hand, "A blank face, standing on a In an empty classroom." His eyes gradually deepened, sinking into his own thoughts, and he asked softly, "Is this me in your eyes? Meredith?"

Those deep pupils are dissipating little by little, just like a photo in his hand, his face is disappearing.

When Meredith heard these words, she shyly and panicked averted her gaze, as if her inner girl's thoughts had been glimpsed. She quickly took two steps back and grabbed the hem of her vest coat with both hands crampedly and cautiously. She shook her body gently like a girl. But then, she was gradually stunned, Henry's side face fell into her eyes, the loneliness and sadness of the old and nowhere flowed quietly, and her emotions could not help but settle down, her eyes stared at Henry like this, Watching quietly.

"I don't know what you look like in my eyes..." Meredith paused for a moment and seemed to fall into her own thoughts. Involuntarily, her eyes followed Henry to her own work. "This is just my idea of ​​your current situation." Meredith recalled his creative process, "Have you ever thought about what teachers are like outside the campus? In real life."

Henry put the work in his hand down, leaned back slowly towards the back of the chair, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, pulling the distance between him and Meredith intentionally or unintentionally, "I guess so. This classroom is. Is it real in your eyes?"

Meredith didn't know how to answer, paused, and then saw Henry raise his eyes, and the two of them met, which awakened Meredith's memory, and explained in a panic, "I was in school. Watching you nearby..." She hesitated for a moment, but continued, "You always seem to be

so sad. "

The corners of Henry's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile, but a layer of cold mist floated in his stretched brows and deep eyes, and the lonely sadness in the smile made people feel more distressed.

Meredith tried to speak, but found that she choked out inexplicably, her eyes were slightly red, she avoided Henry's eyes in embarrassment, shrugged her shoulders, and did not put it down, as if to express her helplessness, It also seems to be building his own defense mechanism, "Maybe..." Meredith's words were a little bit insufferable, and his voice became quieter, just talking to himself, "Maybe your life is not going well."

The pain of empathy made her words splintered, almost murmured. She quietly looked at Henry from the corner of her eye, her lower lip began to whiten because her teeth were too hard, cautious, uneasy, hesitant, uneasy, hesitant, nervous, but also with a desire, that strong emotion made her His voice also became hoarse, "If you want to talk to someone..."

The following words disappeared in the throat like this, and you could even hear the cry caused by fear of losing because of fear of being exposed.

Henry raised his eyes 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 He stood up and maintained an equal position between him and Meredith, even though his tall and straight height was far beyond Meredith's more than two heads, but his eyes were placed on the same height as Meredith superior.

Henry tried to get closer to Meredith, but after a pause, he took a small step back, maintaining the distance between the two. He lowered his head, thought about it carefully, chewed it carefully, and then covered up all the mixed emotions in his eyes, regaining his usual alienation and indifference, and then raised his head again, "Merredith?"

"Yes, sir." Meredith raised his head, looked at the teacher in front of him with admiration and closeness, and searched the expression between the eyebrows bit by bit.

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 revealed by this action, and let out a breath, Henry said seriously, "You Need someone to talk to?"

Meredith's nose was sore, her eyes began to turn red, and her voice trembled slightly. She nodded vigorously, "Yes..." But her voice became fragmented, and she said earnestly and desperately, "You can talk to me. Shall I talk?"

Henry closed his eyes gently, hiding the fleeting sadness and pain in his eyes, then nodded in affirmation.

Meredith took a small step forward eagerly, but saw Henry's upper body stiffen. He did not dodge, but the muscles in his back were frozen and stiff, and the shrinking physical space brought a sense of energy. The expansion of space, the insurmountable alienation like an invisible wall, activates the defense mechanism.

He is not indifference, nor cold-blooded, but fear, fear, withdrawal, worry, and despair. He is like an abyss of despair, anyone who comes close to him will be shattered, and he tries to help others, but always destroys it. He didn't want to destroy Meredith.

Meredith, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't realize, "When talking to you, there is a feeling that you see through everything." Meredith's eyes were slightly red, with tears in their eyes. said in a deep nasal voice. That sadness and despair reflected Henry's soul.

Henry lowered his eyes quickly, the flash of light swallowed all emotions, he nodded lightly, and said softly, "I did see you. Meredith." It was because he saw May Redis, seeing the devastated soul, so he must keep his distance, "Do you want to 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 stamping her feet, and then took a small step forward, venting her emotions, inadvertently The negative emotions leaked are burning, "Don't tell me about the psychologist!"

Henry quickly raised his hands to express his surrender, soothing Meredith's emotions, "No, that's not what I meant." He tried to avoid looking away, but he knew that this was not a wise choice, hesitating and hesitating, he still watched Looking at Meredith, his body began to lean back, pressed against the blackboard, sat on the back of the chair, and pulled the distance between the two again.

"What can I do?"

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