"Aren't you going to do your summer homework today?" Chu Yigui didn't look at the pile of toys on the table anymore.
Wan Qiu didn't answer immediately. Instead, she squatted down across a coffee table in front of Chu Yigui, turned her head to look at her small bedroom, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with a faint glimmer of water.
When Wan Qiu makes a decision, he takes a long time to think, and Chu Yigui waits quietly.
Wan Qiu turned back around and made his decision. His beautiful, somewhat empty pupils held only Chu Yigui in them.
Chu Yigui understood what Wan Qiu was trying to say.
When Chu Yigui was framed by those eyes, it seemed that Wanqiu's world consisted only of him, and nothing else mattered.
"We're not doing it today." Wan Qiu's answer was exactly what Chu Yigui had expected.
"Why?" Chu Yigui still asked.
"I do my homework very slowly." Wan Qiu paused, then emphasized, "very, very slowly."
Because it was very slow, Wan Qiu didn't want Chu Yigui to wait for him.
Chu Yigui understood Wan Qiu's decision, but suggested, "Why don't we do it now? My grades are pretty good, maybe I can tutor you."
Wan Qiu was somewhat tempted.
There was also some hesitation.
Chu Yigui also emphasized, "This way, you're playing with me too."
Do you want to come to my house to do your homework during the holidays?
Before every winter and summer vacation, Wanqiu could hear his classmates making promises to each other.
Wanqiu is also looking forward to it. Wouldn't it be fun to do homework together?
Wan Qiu knew that his grades were very poor, he couldn't understand the lessons the teacher was giving, he couldn't keep up with the teacher's pace, and he also knew that the teacher had basically given up on him.
Classmates tend to like students who are good at studying and good-looking, but Wanqiu does not have these advantages.
Would Chu Yigui dislike a student who doesn't do well in school?
Wanqiu hesitated because of this.
But Wanqiu would not refuse Chu Yigui's proposal.
In the cramped bedroom, Wan Qiu sat at his desk. He brought a new chair for Chu Yigui and sat down beside him.
Wan Qiucai realized that Chu Yigui was actually much taller than him.
Sitting in a chair of the same height, he had to look up at Chu Yigui.
Beautiful and strong, when Chu Yigui's hands were holding the eraser, Wan Qiu felt that even the dirty and not very good eraser he had picked up had become unique.
Wan Qiu quietly did his homework, and when he made a mistake, Chu Yigui would take the initiative to correct him.
Chu Yigui's voice was calm, and he explained things to Wan Qiu carefully, starting from the most basic points.
Chu Yigui's voice, which was explaining something, stopped when he noticed the tip of the mechanical pencil Wan Qiu was holding trembling.
Even though he had stopped explaining, Wanqiu was completely unaware.
Chu Yigui stood up to explain the problem. He could see the back of Wan Qiu's head, but not Wan Qiu's expression.
Chu Yigui crouched down slightly to look at Wan Qiu. Wan Qiu's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with panic and helplessness. He unconsciously bit his lower lip, seemingly unable to suppress the strong anxiety rising from the bottom of his heart, and he could not concentrate.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with a dense mist of tears, thick with anxiety.
Chu Yigui's patience was not worn down; he could use countless different methods to help Wan Qiu understand the questions.
But Wanqiu couldn't understand it, and the more he couldn't understand it, the more impatient he became.
"I'm sorry." Perhaps noticing that Chu Yigui had stopped explaining the problem, Wan Qiu tried hard to write something on the draft paper, but the pen tip just floated on the paper and could not fall.
Wan Qiu dared not look up, for in front of her were Chu Yigui's fingers, and part of Wan Qiu's attention would be drawn to Chu Yigui.
Her nails were neatly trimmed and beautifully rounded. Every number and word she wrote with her excellent hand seemed to showcase Chu Yigui's excellence.
Chu Yigui could see it clearly: Wan Qiu was anxious, but it was also an unconscious fear.
"No, this is not your problem." Chu Yigui grasped Wan Qiu's hand, gently soothing his slight trembling.
Chu Yigui noticed the trembling of Wan Qiu's eyelashes and closed Wan Qiu's homework.
"It's getting late, let's not do it anymore," Chu Yigui said.
"I'm sorry." Wan Qiu's hand, which was enveloped in Chu Yigui's hand, suddenly turned over, palm up, intertwining with Chu Yigui's fingers. The thin boy raised his head, unable to hide his panic, "Don't be angry."
Why should I be angry?
"Because I can't understand the question." Wan Qiu's thin, frail fingers, which seemed as if they could break at any moment, had already left clear marks on Chu Yigui's hand, each mark telling the story of Wan Qiu's current panic.
Chu Yigui lowered her voice as much as possible and asked, "Why do you think I would get angry because you don't understand the question?"
"That's how teachers get angry."
Wan Qiu received a lot of help from this teacher.
Wan Qiu is good at observing other people's expressions, but not at solving problems.
When the teacher was explaining things in a bad mood, Wanqiu couldn't tell the answer from the teacher's expression. Feeling anxious, he could only repeat some hints from the teacher's words, which only made the teacher angrier.
Wanqiu dared not look the teacher in the eye, nor could he see the question. He remained silent, not daring to speak or make a mistake, which would only add fuel to the fire.
Wanqiu was unable to handle such a complex situation.
The process of a teacher going from initial patience to giving up due to helplessness is a very long one.
During this period, Wanqiu had a clear sense of it.
The teacher's patience was being worn down little by little, like water flowing from a kettle, trying its best to pour into a broken cup. Even though the cup tried its best to hold the water, it couldn't stop it from leaking out completely.
The countless drops of water that shattered beneath the broken glass eventually covered the tabletop, then dripped down from the edge, as if lamenting the glass's incompetence.
Watching patience slip away, Wanqiu felt utterly powerless, bewildered, and panicked.
Wan Qiu held Chu Yigui's hand, which was trembling slightly. She was flustered, nervous, and fearful. Wan Qiu could not hide her emotions and conveyed them all.
Chu Yi returned and grasped Wanqiu.
Chu Yigui felt as if she were holding the claws of a fledgling bird, her frail and weak hands easily enveloped by his.
In just one day of contact, he seemed to see the overwhelming misfortune surrounding Wan Qiu.
A strange feeling was spreading, and Chu Yigui didn't even dare to tighten her fingers, holding them loosely and offering a shallow reassurance.
"I can't teach you well because I'm not capable enough." Although she was thin, the bones in her small hands seemed soft. Chu Yigui softened her voice, "It's not your problem, it's that no one has given you the right education yet."
Perhaps what Wanqiu needs now is not education, but corrective therapy.
Chu Yigui noticed that Wan Qiu was observing him, meticulously and diligently probing his emotions.
Instead of putting on a friendly mask, Chu Yigui instructed Wan Qiu to carefully observe the emotions that were currently visible to him.
"Thank you," Wan Qiu finally said.
Wan Qiu was saying thank you, expressing his gratitude to Chu Yigui, but Chu Yigui knew perfectly well that he shouldn't be thanked for something like this.
It's just that in Wanqiu's world, no one understands him.
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