After the wedding with the teacher

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I arrived at the office with dark circles under my eyes. Ugh, I still can't sleep! The director suddenly walked towards me, his smile bright and sunny, but it sent a chill down my spine. I thought about it carefully—I hadn't done anything wrong lately! I was about to slip away when the director called me back. "Xu Yi took leave to go home and get married. This is his dorm key; he asked me to give it to you!" I was stunned. What? He just left like that? Without even a goodbye? And he called me cruel?! Where was his kindness?! I took the key from the director and ran to the dorm as fast as I could.
I opened the door, and the entire dorm was empty. Gone! Really gone! Really gone! He's really gone! He's really gone! I burst into laughter, tears streaming down my face, hahahahahahahahaha... Xu Yi, oh Xu Yi, my dear teacher... I love you, I love you... But no matter how loudly I laugh, no matter how many times I say "I love you," he can't hear me anymore! A wedding invitation was left on the table, along with a short note: "I'm leaving. Take care." I sat there blankly, staring at the invitation, lost in thought. After what seemed like an eternity, Liang Hao came in and patted my shoulder. "Come on, Xu Yi has left." I didn't move, still staring at the invitation. Liang Hao went over to take it away, but I cried out, "Don't take it! Don't take it! This is the only thing our teacher left me!" Seeing how heartbroken I was, Liang Hao looked at me with pity and reluctantly put the invitation back. I stopped crying and continued to stare at the invitation.
Aside from regular classes, I spent all my time in the teacher's dormitory. Liang Hao would prepare meals and leave them on the table every day, regardless of whether I ate or not. Many times, I couldn't eat, but when I was extremely hungry, I would shovel down a few bites and then quietly stare at the invitations, lost in thought. When I was tired, I would crawl into the teacher's bed. Ah, the blankets still carried the teacher's faint scent, which smelled so comforting and nostalgic. A month passed like this. Finally, Liang Hao couldn't take it anymore and shook me violently. "Senior, please wake up! Xu Yi is gone. He went back to get married. Look at you now!" I remained silent, not replying. Liang Hao's reaction intensified; he even started crying. "Senior, what is this?! If you're going to use me, at least use me thoroughly!" I still remained silent, still not replying. Seeing me like this, Liang Hao shook his head and walked out of the dormitory, heartbroken.
I vaguely remembered that today was the 9th, and tomorrow was his wedding day. I had to leave immediately, or I wouldn't make it to his wedding, I wouldn't make it... I packed all my belongings and then resigned from my position with the director. Although I hadn't given six months' notice, the director still approved my departure. I didn't tell Liang Hao that my departure was permanent. I just carried my luggage and left the school forever.
With the bumpy ride of the bus, I arrived at my teacher's hometown. It was still early, only a little past nine o'clock at night. His wedding was at ten o'clock the next morning. I booked a room at a hotel and lay on the bed waiting for time to pass. At 9:50, I finally set off with my invitation. I wanted to blend in quietly into the crowd, not wanting to stand out. The front rows of the hall were already full, so I sat in the last row. I didn't want them to see me; I was afraid I would burst into tears later. I didn't want anyone to see me in such a disheveled state. I saw him, standing solemnly before the altar in a white suit. I smiled. My teacher is very handsome; I must give him a thumbs up. But this wasn't my wedding, and he wasn't marrying me. Perhaps noticing my gaze, he glanced in my direction, his body trembled slightly, and then he nodded. I smiled and nodded in return.
Accompanied by the wedding march, the bride, arm in arm with her father, walked to the groom amidst the blessings of family and friends, and together they received the priest's blessing before the altar. The couple pledged before the altar: "I voluntarily acknowledge you as my wife (husband), and solemnly promise that, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, I will cherish you as my irreplaceable lifelong partner, until death do us part." Finally, they exchanged wedding rings. Hearing my teacher's heartfelt promise and seeing the solemn wedding hall, tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't control myself. I couldn't help but imagine, if this were my wedding, if my teacher made such a heartfelt promise to me, then I would die happy. Xu Yi saw Wang Jie crying and felt a pang of heartache. He couldn't bear it and gently shook his head towards Wang Jie, his lips moving slightly. I saw it; he was shaking his head, silently lip-reading two words, "Let's go." Fine, I got up and left. Let it end like this.
But as soon as I stepped out of the church, everything went black, and I collapsed on the roadside. Kind people took me to the hospital, where I remained unconscious for three days before waking up. I just looked around curiously, curiously looking at myself. Shouldn't I have amnesia or something like in those stories? Why didn't I? I remember everything, damn it, the heart-wrenching pain at the wedding, the teacher's last impression of me—a gentle shake of the head and the faint "Let's go."
After paying the necessary fees, I left the hospital and returned to my empty house, a home for one person. But where should I go tomorrow? What should I do? I suddenly remembered what my teacher had said before: "If he ever stops being a teacher, he wants to travel around, see the different cultures and customs, and it would be even better if he could travel the world!" So be it, I'll travel and see the world in my teacher's place. After making this decision, I found a real estate agent, sold the house, and then kept traveling to every corner of the earth. In each city, I immediately found temporary work—sometimes a waiter, sometimes a dishwasher, sometimes a deliveryman. I've done basically everything. Once I've saved enough money for the next leg of my journey, I leave and fly to the next city. If you ask me when I'll stop? I don't know, I really don't know. I only know that I have two hands to support myself, even if I'm seventy or eighty and have to beg on the streets; I only know that I have two feet and will keep walking, even if I'm seventy or eighty and can't walk anymore, I can crawl, because this is my teacher's only wish, and I will try my best to fulfill it!
As for what I'm doing now? As you read this story, I'm still single... "Waiter, beer..." a drunkard yelled at me. "Please wait a minute, right away," I said with a smile and politeness.

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