You Never Picked Me Last - 落在我身上的目光.docVIP

You Never Picked Me Last | 落在我身上的目光 ????? I turned from where I had been browsing1 in the bookstore to see a six-foot-six, muscular2, good-looking, smiling, sandy-haired young man calling me. “It’s me, Dr. Carr! Gibby!” “Gibby, it can’t be. You’re all grown up!” Looking closer, I would have known those eyes anywhere: serious, intense3, penetrating blue eyes. Yes, it was my Gibby, all right. He leaned down to hug his former elementary principal4, and my thoughts went back to that shy, overweight little boy who transferred to our school as he began the fifth grade. He was quiet and withdrawn5