"Aren't you going to do your summer homework today?" Chu Yigui didn't look at the pile of toys on the table.
Wan Qiu did not answer immediately. She squatted in front of Chu Yigui across a coffee table, turned her head to look at her small bedroom, her beautiful eyes flashing with a faint light.
Wan Qiu would take a long time to think before making each decision, and Chu Yigui would wait quietly.
Wan Qiu turned around again and made a decision. In his beautiful and somewhat empty pupils, he only considered Chu Yigui.
Chu Yigui understood what Wan Qiu was going to say.
When Chu Yigui was framed by these eyes, it seemed that he was the only one left in Wan Qiu's world, and nothing else mattered anymore.
"Not doing it today." Wan Qiu's answer did not surprise Chu Yigui.
"Why?" But Chu Yigui still asked.
"I do my homework very slowly." Wan Qiu paused and emphasized, "very slowly."
Because it was so slow, Wan Qiu didn't want Chu Yigui to wait for him.
Chu Yigui understood how Wan Qiu made his decision, but suggested, "Why don't we do it now? My academic performance is pretty good, so maybe I can help you with your studies."
Wan Qiu was somewhat tempted.
There was also some hesitation.
Chu Yigui also emphasized: "This can be considered as playing with me."
Will you come to my house to do your homework during the holidays?
Wan Qiu could hear his classmates making promises to each other before every winter and summer vacation.
Wan Qiu is also looking forward to it. Wouldn’t it be fun to do homework together?
Wan Qiu understood that his grades were very poor. He could not understand what the teacher was saying and could not keep up with the teacher's teaching pace. He also knew that the teacher had reached the point of neglecting him.
Classmates all like students who are good at studying and good-looking, but Wan Qiu does not have these advantages.
Would Chu Yigui hate a student who is not good at studying?
Wan Qiu hesitated because of this.
But Wan Qiu would not refuse Chu Yigui's proposal.
In the narrow little bedroom, Wan Qiu sat at the desk. He brought a new chair for Chu Yigui and sat next to him.
Wan Qiu then realized that Chu Yigui was actually much taller than him.
Sitting on a chair of the same height, he needed to look up at Chu Yigui.
Beautiful and strong, when Chu Yigui's hand was holding the eraser, Wan Qiu felt that the dirty and unusable eraser he picked up became unique.
Wan Qiu did his homework quietly, and when he made a mistake, Chu Yigui would take the initiative to correct him.
Chu Yigui's voice was calm, and he explained to Wan Qiu carefully and meticulously from the most basic level.
His eyes noticed that the end of the mechanical pencil in Wan Qiu's hand was shaking, and Chu Yigui's voice stopped explaining.
Even though he had stopped explaining, Wan Qiu was unaware.
Chu Yigui stood up to give a lecture. He could see the back of Wan Qiu's head but could not see his expression.
Chu Yigui crawled down slightly to pay attention to Wan Qiu. Wan Qiu's face was pale and his eyes were panic-stricken. He bit his lower lip unconsciously, as if he could not suppress the strong impatience rising from the bottom of his heart and his consciousness could not concentrate.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with mist caused by impatience.
Chu Yigui's patience was not worn out, and he could use countless different methods to help Wan Qiu understand the questions.
But Wan Qiu couldn't understand, and the more he couldn't understand, the more anxious he became.
"I'm sorry." Perhaps noticing that Chu Yigui had stopped lecturing, Wan Qiu tried hard to write something on the draft paper, but the tip of the pen just floated in the air and could not be put down.
Wan Qiu didn't dare to look up. Chu Yigui's fingers were in front of him. Wan Qiu's unfocused attention would have to be partly focused on Chu Yigui.
The nails were trimmed very round and beautifully, and every number and word written by the excellent hands holding the pen seemed to show Chu Yigui's excellence.
Chu Yigui saw clearly that Wan Qiu was anxious and also unconsciously afraid.
"No, this is not your problem." Chu Yigui held the back of Wan Qiu's hand, covering the slight trembling in his palm and soothing it carefully.
Chu Yigui saw Wan Qiu's eyelashes trembling, and he closed Wan Qiu's homework.
"It's very late, let's not do it anymore." Chu Yigui said.
"I'm sorry." Wan Qiu's hand, which was covered by Chu Yigui's hand, suddenly turned over, with his palm facing up, and his fingers intertwined with Chu Yigui's. The thin boy raised his head, unable to hide his panic, "Don't be angry."
"Why should I be angry?"
"Because I don't understand the questions." Wan Qiu's thin fingers, which seemed to be easily broken, had already left clear marks of Chu Yigui's forceful grip. Every mark told of Wan Qiu's panic.
Chu Yigui lowered his voice as much as possible and asked, "Why do you think I would be angry because you didn't understand the question?"
“Teachers always get angry like this.”
Wan Qiu has received a lot of help from this teacher.
Wan Qiu is only good at observing other people's expressions and is not good at doing questions.
When the teacher was explaining in an angry tone, Wan Qiu would not be able to tell the answer from the teacher's expression. Feeling anxious, he could only repeat some suggestive answers from the teacher's sentences, which would only make the teacher even angrier.
Wan Qiu didn't dare look the teacher in the eye, and couldn't see the questions in his field of vision. He remained silent and didn't dare to speak again, which would have made mistakes and only added fuel to the fire.
Wan Qiu was unable to handle such a complicated situation.
It is a long process for the teacher to go from being patient at the beginning to giving up after feeling helpless.
During this period, Wan Qiu had a clear feeling.
The teacher's patience was being worn away bit by bit, just like the boiled water flowing out of the kettle, trying its best to pour into the broken cup. Even though the cup tried its best to retain the boiled water, it could not stop it all from leaking out.
In the end, the countless drops of water that were shattered under the broken cup covered the entire tabletop and then dripped from the edge of the table, as if telling of the cup's incompetence.
Watching his patience slip away, Wan Qiu was helpless, confused and panicked.
Wan Qiu held Chu Yigui's hand, which was trembling slightly. He was panic-stricken, nervous and frightened. Wan Qiu, who could not hide himself, conveyed all his emotions.
Chu Yi returned and held Wan Qiu.
The overly thin hand was easily held in the palm of Chu Yigui's hand. He felt as if he was holding the claws of a baby bird, and the fragility and weakness could be easily wrapped up.
After only one day's contact, he seemed to see the misfortune surrounding Wan Qiu, which was so thick that it could not be dispersed.
A strange emotion was spreading, and Chu Yigui didn't even dare to tighten his fingers. He just held them loosely and comforted her lightly.
"I can't teach you well because I don't have the ability." Although thin, the bones of the little hand seemed soft. Chu Yigui lowered his voice, "It's not your problem, it's that no one has given you a suitable education."
Perhaps what Wan Qiu needs now is not education, but corrective treatment.
Chu Yigui noticed that Wan Qiu was observing him, carefully and trying hard to detect his emotions.
Chu Yigui did not put on a friendly mask, but asked Wan Qiu to carefully observe his emotions that could now be seen.
"Thank you." Wan Qiu finally said this.
Wan Qiu was saying thank you, which was to thank Chu Yigui, but Chu Yigui knew clearly that he should not be thanked for such a thing.
It’s just because in Wanqiu’s world, no one sympathizes with him.
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