In the second half of the semester, the breath of life from all directions rushed towards me, allowing me to gradually appreciate the warm kindness of the campus.

This warmth came not only from the students, but also from the dormitory manager, as well as from the counselor, and the English teacher at the time.

The English teacher was just as gentle as my Chinese teacher in junior high school, a 30-year-old mother for the first time. I always speak English gently and beautifully. In the first half of my freshman year, I scored 94 in English, and she was very happy, and in the second half of the semester, she paid for it out of her own pocket and gave me a gift as encouragement, which was my first MP3 and my first pair of headphones.

It was still the most popular Korean brand called "True Color" on the market at that time, all of which were milky white, pure and a little dazzling and warm.

What touched me even more was that the English teacher was very delicate and caring: she actually read the original English story full of pure English pronunciation for me.

I cherish them like eyeballs, always carry them with me, insert them into my ears whenever I have time, and listen to them when I walk, eat, and sleep.

At first, I rarely understood it, but I was full of joy, until I was able to read it silently and couldn't help but say it.

A month after receiving the gift, my English teacher put me to the test and finally recommended me a job as a tutor: tutoring the children of an associate professor at the school to learn English and mathematics.

It is said that it is tutoring, but it is better to say that it is a pre-school "enlightenment", because the English teacher specially told me: It is a seven-year-old girl, named Wanwan, the child is a little autistic and does not like to talk.

Wanwan's parents are both professors at the University of Science and Technology, and because they concentrated on their careers when they were young, they delayed the best childbearing age, and the child was born a little late.

Now the two professors and children are more than 30 years apart: adults in their 40s, with 7-year-old children, and there is nothing right. I also invited a lot of kindergarten teachers, but the child is still difficult to open, holding a Barbie doll all day long, not liking to talk, and living in a world of her own that no one knows.

They are going to put Wanwan in the first grade this fall, and promise that as long as I can make Wanwan talk more, they will pay me 50 yuan for one hour; If you can teach her to learn the pronunciation of English words and sing a few English nursery rhymes, it will be 100 in 1 hour.

I received this task, and I couldn't be overjoyed!

My current living expenses are still the 2,000 yuan that Hua Ming borrowed from me when my tonsils were inflamed in early autumn last year.

Because I didn't dare to ask Hua Zheng for Hua Ming's mobile phone number, I never had the opportunity to see Hua Ming since the night of Chinese New Year's Eve.

Now that I have more than half of that money left, now, with this tutor, I hope to make it up as soon as possible.

I planned: if I can see Hua Ming next time, I will definitely pay him back, so as to prove to him how fulfilling my college is and how good my life is...

Also, when we meet again, I must get Huaming's mobile phone number...

When I listened to the hourly rate, my eyes were full of light, and I did not hesitate, almost ecstatically, to take over the English, mathematics, and everything else I could teach.

The first time I went to Wanwan's house, I knocked on the wrong door.

Their home is in the family building area on campus, and the family building is designed with one ladder and two households. After I took the electricity to the 9th floor that day, I couldn't find the door number of 901, and I hesitated for a while when I looked at the two identical doors on both sides of the elevator.

So, intuitively, I tentatively knocked on the left-hand one.

Knocking on this door also knocked on the second darkness and squalor of the human world that I could experience...

At first, I knocked on it for the first time, but no one responded, and then I found that there was a doorbell button on the cat's eye side next to the Spring Festival couplets.

I tried to press it.

Soon, the door was knocked from the inside.

He is a lean and white middle-aged man in his 40s.

His hair was damp, as if he had just taken a shower, wrapped in white pajamas that only used in hotels, and the straps around his waist were not tightly buttoned, slightly exposing his upper chest.

I was momentarily overwhelmed, my face flushed, and I hurriedly turned my head, and I apologized as I turned: "I'm sorry, if it's inconvenient for you, I'll come back later..."

The person opposite seemed to be staring at me with amazed eyes, unhurriedly tying the pajama belt around his waist, with a full smile, and asked with a smile: "Little beauty, which class are you from, did you come to me specially?" ”

I felt unwell.

I've always been a very sensitive person, and I can feel the deep meaning of that laughter.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is it the Wanwan family? I'm Wanwan's new tutor, recommended by our English teacher, my surname is Liu..."

"Oh, Teacher Liu, the little girl knows how to be shy? I've packed up, why don't you come in and talk? ”

I turned my face slowly, not daring to look at him, and I looked warily into the door: there were several pairs of slippers in the entrance of the door, but most of them were men's; The only special color, pink, should only be suitable for young ladies, and no pair can be suitable for 7-year-olds.

The house was clean and quiet, the man lived alone and had no children.

I guess I'm wrong. Just as he was about to ask, the door behind him was suddenly opened.

Fortunately, it was Wanwan's mother who came out to greet me, and she said that she would wait for me for a long time and not see me, so she came out to see me, and it turned out that I knocked on the wrong door.

She introduced me to me: The person living in front of me in 902 is the leader of the school's physics discipline: Professor Huang Liqiang.

I nodded to Professor Huang and apologized again, and then followed Wanwan's mother into 901 and met Wanwan and her kind father.

The first time I saw Wanwan, I found that she was very similar to her mother, with big eyes, white people, and a pocket-sized little beauty.

At first glance, I fell in love with such a child. At first she looked at me, wary, and refused to say a word to me.

When I was a child, when others scolded me for being a black girl and having no father and no mother, I was also sensitive to autism. Autism is not innate, but it has accumulated a lot of small emotions that cannot be expressed and do not know how to channel. At that moment, I wanted to see me back then, and I sincerely wanted her to be good, to be able to talk to me, and to feel the joy in my heart.

Later, she may think that I am kind, or she may seem to feel my sincerity, and she finally speaks. Her first sentence was: She likes Teacher Liu very much.

She could talk, not to mention how happy I was, so I looked forward to going to play with Wanwan every weekend.

With a few times together, she learned to open the door to greet me, learned to send me out the door, and waved me goodbye.

Once, I saw from a distance that the little man was standing under the door of the unit building, and when he saw me, he ran to take me by the hand, pulled me onto the elevator, and pulled me into her door.

She dragged me to the balcony and asked me to help her dress her freshly washed Barbie doll.

Wanwan's parents saw that we were playing, so they said goodbye to us and went out to buy groceries together.

It's just me and Wanwan at home.

We sat on the floor of the balcony, I seriously helped her comb the doll's hair, braid it, and finally put on a small coat, seeing her serious appearance, I smiled and asked:

"Wanwan, who bought Barbie for you? Wanwan likes it so much? ”

"It's a whirl..."

"Hahaha, I know it's Wanwan, not Teacher Liu's, and it's not someone else's... So, did your mother buy it for you? So Wanwan likes it so much? ”

"Uncle Huang on the other side gave it to me..."

I was surprised for a moment, and asked with a smile, "Uncle Huang?" Does Wanwan like Uncle Huang very much? ”

Wanwan shook her head, and said quite clearly: "Uncle Huang will give Wanwan dolls, will coax Wanwan, will send delicious cakes to Wanwan, and will kiss Wanwan here, itchy is very comfortable..."

My eyes followed her fingers, and in a trance, my soul seemed to be pulled out of my body!

I stared at her fingers, at the white child's fingers, at the pink Barbie's nakedness...

My head suddenly buzzed, and my ears seemed to be filled with some cold wind and cold air by the immature children's voices, which flowed into my brain and stimulated my heart along the channels in my ears.

"Boom-" There was a bang, something exploded and collapsed in the brain, tearing madly in the heart...

Looking at the big ignorant eyes, my face and head were reflected in her eyes: they, a miserable white...