The Mysterious Foreign Professor(3)

He sang as he played, his fingers plucking freely back and forth across the strings, his eyes seeming to gaze intently at Anna, but also as if he had wandered off into some mysterious place. He looked like a prince of love songs, or a guitarist wandering the world. Anna stared at him in fascination, his long fingers not only strumming the strings of his guitar, but also tugging at the strings of Anna's heart, which had been silent for a long time. Anna could feel her heart dancing with joy, and her mind was filled with images of living and growing old with the man in front of her, along with the lyrics.

After a short while, Alexandre stopped singing, noticing that Anna was dazed. He called out a few times, but there was no response. So he stood up and shook Anna's shoulder: "No, you don't like my singing, what are you staring at?"

Hearing him say this, Anna suddenly came back to her senses, she blushed crimson, shyly looked at Alexandra, stammered, "No ... because I like your song so much, that's why ... "

The first time I saw you, I was so happy. Can you tell me what you were thinking about? Were ... you thinking something about me?" His eyes were so penetrating that he seemed to be able to look into the depths of Anna's soul.

Anna was embarrassed and joked, "No, I'm not a nymphomaniac ...?"

Alexandra said flirtatiously, "Haha, I wish you were a nymphomaniac for me ...?"

Trying to give herself a leg up, Anna said, "I didn't realise the professor was such a funny guy ..."

Alexander didn't want to give Anna a chance to catch her breath, he said, "No, I'm talking from the heart, don't think I'm joking, by the way, are your eyes nearsighted?"

Anna said, "No, my eyes are not nearsighted ..."

Alexander was puzzled and said, "Then why are you wearing glasses?"

Anna recalled something from her past and slowly recounted it, "Because my eyes are different from those of others, my mother told me, because my father found that my eyes did not look like pure Chinese blood, he insisted that I was not his daughter, that I was a bastard born from my mother's affair with a foreign devil from who knows where. Later, when I went to school, the children said that my eyes symbolized bad luck and they said I deserved to be without a father since I was a child because my eyes were the cause of everything ... so I got glasses ... "Her voice choked and something seemed to glisten in the corner of her eyes.

"Oh Anna, I didn't realize you had suffered so much. ..." Alexander looked at her sympathetically and sighed as he hugged Anna tightly to his broad chest, as if to carry all of Anna's sorrow and grief with his own broad chest. Anna did not refuse his embrace.

Anna did not refuse his embrace, after all, she needed a broad chest so much at this moment. She had never been so close to a man, including her own father, and Anna's heart was like a deer in the headlights.