"Let's stop here for the morning classes. Take a break after lunch and continue in the afternoon." The male teacher closed the textbook.
Looking at the serious and intelligent students in front of him, the male teacher feels an extraordinary sense of accomplishment.
When he first heard that he had to use a vacation to study a course in depth, he thought it was a joke.
After teaching for so long, I have truly felt that learning geniuses exist.
Chu Yigui could quickly learn and grasp everything he taught, and now he even taught knowledge beyond the original course scope.
"Teacher's university is about to start, right?" Chu Yigui said.
"Yes, school is about to start, and things will be busy again. Your school will start soon too, right? Classes must be boring for you, right?" The male teacher knew very well that the current school courses were just a way to kill time for Chu Yigui.
Chu Yigui smiled and responded: "Going to school is a very important process."
The male teacher sat in front of Chu Yigui and asked, "You've basically spent your summer studying. Haven't you ever thought about going out and having fun with your friends? It's the last few days, so you should relax."
"It doesn't matter, as long as we have plenty of time to meet everyone after school." Chu Yigui said.
"Your friends didn't look for you either?" The male teacher tried to discuss some private matters with Chu Yigui. It was rare today that Chu Yigui was willing to discuss things other than studying with him.
"We keep in touch occasionally." Chu Yigui replied, and then changed the subject, "The teacher should have finished teaching the courses he planned, right?"
"Yes, it has ended a long time ago. What I am teaching you now are all extra content. You are a very smart student and it is worth teaching you." The male teacher was very confident in Chu Yigui's abilities.
"Thank you teacher for your teaching all the time. After school starts, I will no longer be able to receive your careful instruction." Chu Yigui said with regret and emotion.
The male teacher's expression suddenly froze, and he immediately said: "It doesn't matter, I still have a lot to teach you, just come over on the weekend..."
"But teachers also need private time, don't they? They'll get tired if they keep working so hard." Chu Yigui responded with a faint smile.
"It doesn't matter. I'm also in the process of studying hard. Teaching you courses is also a way for me to make progress." The male teacher suddenly remembered the time when he was hired to teach the course, which was only this one holiday.
He came here to teach not just to teach an outstanding student, but also to have some connection with the real upper-class Chu family.
He has also been trying to build good relationships with people around him, and even treated everyone with courtesy, even though he had met the two leaders of the Chu family only a few times.
"Learning is a long process that requires patience. Being too anxious is not good." Chu Yigui placed his hand on the heavy book. "What we need to learn is not just one kind of knowledge, but a richer variety of knowledge."
When Chu Yigui spoke, he did not show any disrespect towards the male teacher, but he refused gently.
"It is better to delve into the same subject from multiple sources than to be unrefined. You are very talented and very suitable for research." The male teacher tried to persuade Chu Yigui. He did not want to abandon a promising student, nor did he want to lose the opportunity to contact the Chu family again.
Chu Yigui tilted his head, his dark eyes filled with thoughts about the future: "I'm not really sure what I'm going to do in the future, so while I still have time, I'll try to get in touch with as many things as possible that I don't understand, so that when I need to make a choice in the future, I can make a better choice."
The image of a student who is excellent and outstanding, but also confused about the future and trying hard to think and try and error, unfolds in front of the male teacher.
The male teacher wanted to persuade them, but he had no right to dictate the future direction of the Chu family's children. If he interfered too much and caused resentment, that would be bad.
What's more, although Chu Yigui is very easy to talk to, it is difficult to shake his decision.
For example, he now hinted that he wanted to continue to be Chu Yigui's teacher, but Chu Yigui was obviously refusing.
"You are really talented, Yigui. I like students like you. If you are interested in the future, just give me a call. I will do my best to teach you. I can even introduce you to the university where I am."
In the end, the male teacher had to settle for second best.
"Thank you, teacher." Chu Yigui's gentle and polite smile is the template of an excellent student in any teacher's mind.
"If you are interested in other subjects, you might as well come to me and I can recommend a good tutor to you," said the male teacher.
"Okay, thank you for all the trouble. I will cherish the time I spend listening to your lessons in the last few days."
Although the male teacher was disappointed, the joy of being a teacher was aroused by the respect of such an excellent and humble student.
Although I sometimes feel that Chu Yigui is too perfect to be rigid, my respect for him is not warm.
The male teacher was very sure that, given Chu Yigui's character, although he would not be a teacher for life, they would not become strangers and lose contact in the future.
With this in mind, it is a pity that the contract is terminated.
During lunch time, the teachers and the Chu family have separate dining rooms. The male teachers will eat with Chu Yigui, and during lunch break, the male teachers are arranged in a separate lounge.
Chu Yigui sat alone on the balcony of his bedroom. The temperature was very high at noon, and it was hot even in the shade.
Chu Yigui lowered his eyes and looked in the direction of the villa gate. The temperature was so high that he was sweating even while sitting here. He felt very uncomfortable.
I took a sip of the herbal tea, and the cool bitterness followed by a faint sweetness did not have any particular effect in relieving the heat.
Chu Yigui put down the herbal tea without any interest and looked at the place he had been staring at again.
Soon after, Wan Qiu's figure appeared in his sight.
Wan Qiu was riding a tricycle with a cell phone hanging on his back, a bracelet on his wrist, and a sun hat on. It must have been the work of the housekeeper.
Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu's back as he rode the tricycle until he disappeared.
The herbal tea gradually became hot, but next to it, there was only an empty rattan chair.
Two or three o'clock in the afternoon is when the sun is at its hottest.
But this is actually nothing to Wan Qiu.
He was used to running around outside in all kinds of temperatures. It didn't matter to Wan Qiu whether his back was soaked with sweat or cold wind rushed into his trouser legs.
In the air-conditioned room, enjoying the suitable temperature, Wan Qiu didn't pay much attention to it.
Wan Qiu was already familiar with the road back home, and he rode his tricycle towards the gate.
Chu Yigui said that his mother would be home around three o'clock and he could go to pick her up.
Bring something that will make Mom happy.
For Wan Qiu, doing things that make his mother happy is what he needs to do.
The butler also brought Wan Qiu a small kettle filled with cold sweet mung bean soup, which he placed in the bed of the tricycle.
It didn't take long to ride to the gate. Wan Qiu parked the tricycle under the shade of a tree, which was much cooler than in the sun.
Wan Qiu was holding a small kettle. The bright red kettle looked very beautiful, and there was a handsome photo of Chu Zhang printed on it.
While waiting, Wan Qiu went to see the flowers on the roadside.
Sit on the stone steps beside the road and look up at the sky.
He looked toward the door again.
He hasn't left the house alone for a long time. His house is so big, so big that it seems like he doesn't need to go out because he has everything.
He hasn't done anything in a long time.
But even if he did nothing, no one would blame him.
Wan Qiu looked at his legs which were still not that good looking and there were no more bruises.
Just like what Chu Yigui said.
Wan Qiu was in a daze, with all sorts of random things running through his mind. Sometimes it was his mother's beautiful wavy hair, sometimes it was Chu Yigui holding his hand, or various handsome photos of Chu Zhang.
It's all happy things.
When he heard the sound of a vehicle approaching the gate, Wan Qiu immediately stood up, holding a small kettle, and stared outside the iron fence of the gate.
When the car stopped, the iron gate just opened a little.
Wan Qiu stuck his head out from the gap in the iron gate's fence and saw a woman in a light blue dress suddenly get out from the back seat of the car. The sun was so bright that it made the woman look transparent.
The sound of the gate opening, accompanied by the hurried sound of high heels, suddenly brought Wan Qiu into an embrace where the coolness of the air conditioner had not yet dissipated.
"Baby! Mommy is back! Come on, let mommy hug you. Why are you waiting here in such a hot day?"
Wan Qiu smelled a different scent of perfume that he was not familiar with. Yang Xiaoyu's wavy hair was also tied up behind her head, and Wan Qiu could not hold it.
But being held in Yang Xiaoyu's arms, Wan Qiu felt very safe.
Even though he was used to waiting, Wanqiu still cherished every chance to welcome his mother.
"Baby, let mom see how you've been these days. Mom misses you so much. Calling you every night is not enough!" Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's cheek and looked around.
"I..." Wan Qiu raised his eyes slightly and observed Yang Xiaoyu carefully.
Yang Xiaoyu's full "happiness" is like a multi-colored peony that has blossomed to its fullest, blooming one after another without withering.
"Hmm? What's wrong, baby?" Yang Xiaoyu seemed to realize that Wan Qiu seemed to have something to say. This small initiative immediately made Yang Xiaoyu hold his breath and look forward to it.
Wan Qiu grabbed the mobile phone hanging around his neck and found the photo he had taken on it.
Yang Xiaoyu lowered his head in confusion and looked at the photo.
Probably because they were outdoors, the bright sunlight made the phone not so clear. Yang Xiaoyu blocked the sunlight with his hand and had to look carefully to see it clearly.
It's a picture of a weighing scale.
Yang Xiaoyu looked at the number on the scale and blinked.
"Our baby has gained two kilograms!" Yang Xiaoyu raised her voice, not hiding her joy.
Even if you are not much fatter, you are still fat!
Moreover, when Wan Qiu showed her the photo, he carefully studied her expression with an expectant look.
As a mother, my heart is held in the hands of my own child, it's so cute and exciting.
"What should we do? Our baby has gained weight. We need to celebrate. Can we ask the chef to make a serving of fruit mousse for our baby tonight?"
Wan Qiu was "happily" kneaded by Yang Xiaoyu, and pursed his lips to let Yang Xiaoyu do what he wanted.
But Wan Qiu also noticed a strange gaze, and he looked up.
That was another woman who got out of the car.
The woman was not tall, with a medium build and a pretty face. Her hair was neatly tied behind her head and she was wearing a simple casual suit, which made her look neither too serious nor too relaxed.
The woman was looking at him.
The woman seemed to notice that Wan Qiu was looking at her, and immediately gave him a faint smile.
Wan Qiu didn't see any obvious hints from the woman, but he clearly felt that she wanted him to respond.
Noticing Wan Qiu's gaze, Yang Xiaoyu waved to the woman beside her and said, "Baby, come and meet me. This is Yan Hua, my mother's friend."
Mom's friend?
Wan Qiu looked at the strange woman, consciously exploring the atmosphere between Yang Xiaoyu and Yan Hua, but this seemed to be another kind of friend.
Friends, is it possible to have so much performance?
Wan Qiu nodded and said politely, "Hello."
"Let's go home first, baby. It's too hot outside." Yang Xiaoyu could feel the heat after just standing there for a while. She couldn't imagine why Wan Qiu was waiting here and how long he had been waiting.
However, as soon as Yang Xiaoyu finished speaking, Wan Qiu raised the small kettle in his hand and placed it in front of Yang Xiaoyu.
Yang Xiaoyu looked down at the brightly colored kettle with Chu Zhang's photo printed on it and asked, "Why give it to mom? This is our precious thing."
Wan Qiu blinked and looked down at the kettle with a blank look, as if he didn't expect it was for him.
Yang Xiaoyu could probably guess that this was the water the chef prepared for Wan Qiu to drink when he came out to pick her up, but she didn't expect that Wan Qiu mistook it for her.
Wan Qiu withdrew his hand, holding the small kettle, with no intention of opening it to drink.
Yan Hua had been smiling and observing Wan Qiu quietly.
Yang Xiaoyu was very happy.
Wan Qiu knew that Yang Xiaoyu was very happy. He would always look at his happy mother and was reluctant to even blink.
Wan Qiu focused his attention on Yang Xiaoyu most of the time, but he also noticed that Yan Hua was always observing him.
"Baby, mom has been away from home for so long, do you miss me?" Yang Xiaoyu carried Wan Qiu to the sofa and looked him up and down.
Wan Qiu widened his eyes and nodded at Yang Xiaoyu.
"Mom misses our baby so much, too." Yang Xiaoyu ruffled Wan Qiu's hair. "Mom will stay at home for a while to accompany our baby."
Wan Qiu nodded, and the dependence in his eyes almost became real.
The time that Yang Xiaoyu was away from home was not very long for Wan Qiu.
Compared to Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen who had disappeared for a long time, Wan Qiu did not feel anxious at all during this short period of time.
Even though he didn't know where Yang Xiaoyu had gone, Wan Qiu felt very at ease knowing that his family was always at home.
As long as Yang Xiaoyu is at home, Wan Qiu will usually be around Yang Xiaoyu.
Even if you say nothing and do nothing.
When Yang Xiaoyu came back this time, he brought a lot of small gifts for Wan Qiu. Wan Qiu didn't know what they were, but he knew that they were all shiny things.
When a beautiful little cherry clip caught up Wan Qiu's slightly longer hair, Wan Qiu's eyes blossomed with joy when she saw Yang Xiaoyu.
"Our baby will feel healed just by looking at it, right?" Yang Xiaoyu asked Yan Hua who was looking at them with a smile.
"Yes, he is a very cute child." Yan Hua smiled at Wan Qiu, kind and friendly.
"Baby." Yang Xiaoyu leaned close to Wan Qiu's ear, pointed at Yan Hua, and said, "Mom's friend will treat Wan Qiu very well. Wan Qiu must believe her."
Wan Qiu looked at the unfamiliar Yan Hua, who had only been smiling, and nodded in confusion.
Even if the person is a complete stranger, Wan Qiu will definitely trust him as long as his mother says so.
Wan Qiu is not good at speaking or doing anything on his own initiative, but he can clearly feel Yan Hua's gaze always on him.
But Yan Hua never asked a single question from beginning to end.
Butler Bai was beside Yang Xiaoyu and made a cup of tea for her.
Yang Xiaoyu was very clear about Wan Qiu's situation at home during this period, and Butler Bai would report to her every day.
"Wan Qiu's tricycle is still at the door. Ask someone to ride it back." Yang Xiaoyu said. Butler Bai agreed. However, Yang Xiaoyu thought of something and asked Wan Qiu, "Baby, how did you think of picking me up?"
"My brother said that mom will come back." Wan Qiu answered very honestly.
"Really?" As expected, this was not something Wan Qiu thought of doing on his own initiative. Yang Xiaoyu concealed his slight disappointment.
"Was Wan Qiu happy when he went to pick up his mother?" Yan Hua, who had been standing nearby and occasionally responded but never spoke, suddenly interrupted the conversation.
Wan Qiu was stunned for a moment, looking at Yan Hua in a brief silence.
Yan Hua didn't seem to care about Wan Qiu's slowness. Her smile was encouraging, encouraging Wan Qiu to express his thoughts confidently.
But when dealing with Yan Hua, a complete stranger whom he could not understand, Wan Qiu had no way of guessing what he was thinking.
Perhaps he could get the answer he should give from his mother's expression.
"Wan Qiu was very happy when he saw his mother?" However, when Wan Qiu was about to shift his gaze, Yan Hua once again used her voice to attract Wan Qiu's attention.
And this time, it was probably not a question, but a word of affirmation.
"Yeah." Wan Qiu responded.
Yan Hua smiled slightly and affirmed Wan Qiu's answer.
"The young master just gave a hint." Butler Bai added, "The third young master took the initiative to weigh himself in the morning, and he was very excited when he went to pick up his wife."
Yang Xiaoyu was a little surprised: "Is there a video?"
"If it's on surveillance, you can probably see it." Butler Bai didn't expect that Yang Xiaoyu actually wanted to watch the video directly.
"Yes, surveillance." Yang Xiaoyu thought for a moment, "Ask the surveillance room to make an interesting surveillance clip for me and send it directly to my cell phone."
Butler Bai smiled and said, "Okay, Madam."
Wan Qiu unconsciously grabbed the corner of Yang Xiaoyu's clothes. He was observing Yan Hua and was also puzzled about this strange woman who had been paying attention to him.
Yan Hua was here the whole afternoon. Although she spent most of the time talking to Yang Xiaoyu, Wan Qiu could always sense Yan Hua's gaze. She always seemed to look at him suddenly.
"Mom is going to make a phone call." Suddenly, during the conversation, Wan Qiu heard Yang Xiaoyu pinch his cheek and said to him, "Baby, wait here for a while, okay?"
"Yeah." Wan Qiu nodded.
Yang Xiaoyu left, following the sound of footsteps that Wan Qiu was familiar with.
Wan Qiu also did not miss the brief eye contact with Yan Hua before Yang Xiaoyu left.
Finally, only Wan Qiu and Yan Hua were left in the living room.
Yan Hua would occasionally ask Wan Qiu some questions, but Wan Qiu would just observe without answering.
It’s not that I don’t want to answer, but that I can’t answer.
Yanhua gave no hint of the desired answer.
It was blurry, as if Wan Qiu was staring at a thick cloud of smoke, and he didn't know what was really hidden behind the smoke.
Wan Qiu remained silent on everything he could not answer with certainty.
"It may take some time for your mother to call. Should we do something?" Yan Hua said in the living room where Wan Qiu and Yan Hua were suddenly the only ones left.
Yan Hua took out a huge piece of snow-white drawing paper and some colored pencils from the package she was carrying and placed them in front of Wan Qiu.
"I brought some colored pencils, do you want to try drawing?"
It's a colored pencil.
Wan Qiu looked at those beautiful colored pens. Wan Qiu, who has always been interested in bright colors, was attracted by the colored pens.
"Do you like it? I can give all of these to you." Yan Hua's voice came from above his head, and Wan Qiu raised his eyes.
Wan Qiu knew that Yan Hua wanted him to paint.
But looking at the snow-white paper, Wan Qiu didn't know what Yan Hua wanted him to draw.
"Find a color you like?" Yan Hua's finger was fixed on the table. Beside her fingers were those beautiful colored pencils, but with so many of them, Wan Qiu had no idea where to choose.
Wan Qiu tried to catch Yan Hua's hint, but found that Yan Hua's eyes were fixed on him and she didn't pay any attention to the colored pen.
Wan Qiu didn't know what color Yan Hua wanted her to take.
So Wanqiu would not take any of the colored pens.
The atmosphere between the two people became strangely silent.
"Is there nothing you want to draw?"
After a moment, Yan Hua picked up the red colored pen and gave it to Wan Qiu, who took it obediently.
"What does Wan Qiu want to draw with the red pen? Can you think of anything?"
However, Wan Qiu fell silent again.
The communication without any purpose made Wan Qiu anxious.
What do you want to do?
What did she want him to do?
Does he want to paint?
What is she asking herself?
Wan Qiu couldn't get any hint from the expression, so he could only tentatively ask with words: "What are you drawing?"
Wan Qiu's voice was trembling, failing to conceal his uneasiness at all, and his hand holding the paintbrush had begun to sweat.
But Yan Hua did not respond to him. She remained silent and smiled.
Unable to respond to Yan Hua, he became more and more anxious and his inability to do so gradually turned into fear.
Wan Qiu seemed to be sitting in an hourglass, and could only watch the colorful sand falling, taking away time, pressing down on him, and drowning his body.
Wan Qiu's hand holding the colored pen kept tightening, and the knuckles turned white.
Wan Qiu's eyes were floating, and he became more and more silent. He even began to be unable to observe Yan Hua properly. The bright red crayon seemed to be burning, circling around his fingertips and rushing into his brain.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of keys falling on the table interrupted Wan Qiu's uncontrollable chaotic thoughts, and the paintbrush in his hand was taken away.
Wan Qiu looked at his empty hands in confusion.
Yan Hua smiled and said to Wan Qiu in a soothing tone: "Wan Qiu, your mother is back."
At this moment, Wan Qiu seemed to have found his backbone, and he immediately looked at Yang Xiaoyu.
All the anxiety was forgotten, and only Yang Xiaoyu was left in his eyes.
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