"Why?" But Chu Yigui still asked.

"I'm slow to do my homework." Wan Qiu paused and emphatically emphasized, "It's slow, it's slow. ”

Because it was very slow, Wan Qiu was reluctant to let Chu Yigui wait for him.

Chu Yigui understood how Wan Qiu made the choice, but he proposed: "Do you want to do it now, my academic performance is not bad, maybe I can tutor you in your studies." ”

Wan Qiu was a little tempted.

There was also some hesitation.

Chu Yigui also emphasized: "This can be regarded as playing with me." ”

Do you come to my house to do your homework during the holidays?

Wan Qiu can hear classmates agreeing with each other before every winter and summer vacation.

Wanqiu is also looking forward to it, isn't it fun to do homework together?

Wan Qiu knew that his grades were very poor, he couldn't understand the lessons taught by the teacher, he couldn't keep up with the teacher's teaching speed, and he also knew that the teacher was already at a point where he was left alone.

Classmates will like students who study well and look good, but Wanqiu does not have these advantages.

Will Chu Yigui hate a student who doesn't study well?

Wan Qiu hesitated because of this.

But Wanqiu would not refuse Chu Yigui's proposal.

In the cramped small bedroom, Wan Qiu sat at the desk, and he brought Chu Yigui a new chair and sat beside him.

Wan Qiu only found out 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, sturdy, when Chu Yigui's hand was pinching the eraser, Wan Qiu felt that the dirty erasers he picked up that were not easy to use had become unique.

Wan Qiu did his homework quietly, and when he made a mistake, Chu Yigui would take the initiative to correct it.

Chu Yigui's voice was calm, and he carefully explained to Wanqiu from the most basic place.

His eyes noticed that the end of the mechanical pencil that Wan Qiu was holding in his hand was trembling, and Chu Yigui's voice stopped explaining.

Even though he had stopped explaining, Wan Qiu didn't realize it.

Chu Yigui stood up for the topic, he could see the back of Wan Qiu's head, but he couldn't see Wan Qiu's expression.

Chu Yigui crawled down slightly, to pay attention to Wan Qiu, Wan Qiu's face was pale, his eyes were even more flustered, he bit his lower lip unconsciously, and seemed to be unable to suppress the strong impatience from the bottom of his heart, and his consciousness could not be concentrated.

The beautiful eyes are all mist condensed by impatience.

Chu Yigui's patience was not exhausted, and he could use countless different methods to help Wan Qiu understand the topic.

But Wan Qiu couldn't understand it, and the more he couldn't understand it, the more impatient he became.

"I'm sorry." Probably noticing that Chu Yigui had stopped speaking, Wan Qiu tried hard to write something on the scratch paper, but the tip of the pen was just floating on the paper, and it could never fall.

Wan Qiu didn't dare to look up, there was Chu Yigui's fingers in front of him, and Wan Qiu's inability to concentrate would be divided into a part to pay attention to Chu Yigui.

The nails are trimmed very round and beautiful, and the excellent hand holds every number and text written by the pen, as if it is showing Chu Yigui's excellence.

Chu Yigui saw very clearly that Wan Qiu was anxious, and he was also unconscious fear.

"No, it's not your problem." Chu Yigui's hand held the back of Wan Qiu's hand, shrouding a slight tremor in the palm of his hand to soothe it.

Chu Yigui saw the trembling of Wan Qiu's eyelashes, and he closed Wan Qiu's homework.

"It's late, don't do it." Chu Yigui said.

"I'm sorry." Wan Qiu's hand, which was shrouded in Chu Yigui's hand, suddenly flipped over, his palm was upward, and Chu Yigui's ten fingers were intertwined, and the thin young man raised his head, unable to hide his panic, "Don't be angry." ”

"Why should I be angry?"

"Because I don't understand the question." Wan Qiu's thin fingers seemed to be broken as soon as they were broken, but they had already grabbed Chu Yigui's hard to make clear marks, and each mark was telling Wan Qiu's panic now.

Chu Yigui lowered his voice as much as he could, and asked, "Why do you think I'm angry because you don't understand the question?" ”

"Teachers are so angry."

Wan Qiu has received a lot of help from this teacher.

Wanqiu is only good at observing other people's expressions, not at doing questions.

When the teacher explained irritablely, the question would not tell Wanqiu the answer from the teacher's expression, and he was anxious, and he could only repeat some suggestive answers in the teacher's sentence, but it would make the teacher more angry.

Wan Qiu didn't dare to look directly into the teacher's eyes, and he couldn't see the topic in his field of vision, so he was silent and didn't dare to continue to make mistakes, which only added fuel to the fire.

Wanqiu couldn't handle such a complex situation.

It is a long process for the teacher to give up after being unable to do anything from patience at the beginning.

During this period, Wanqiu had a clear feeling.

The teacher's patience was being worn out little by little, like boiled water flowing out of a pot, trying his best to pour it into a broken cup, and even though the cup tried his best to keep the boiling water, he could not prevent it from leaking out.

Countless amounts of water, which eventually shattered under the broken cups, filled the table and dripped from the edge of the table, as if telling the incompetence of the cups.

Watching the patience pass with his own eyes, Wan Qiu was powerless, confused and panicked.

Wan Qiu held Chu Yigui's hand, trembling slightly, flustered, nervous and frightened, and Wan Qiu, who would not hide himself, conveyed all his emotions.

Chu Yi returned and held Wanqiu.

The hand that was too thin was easily held in the palm of his hand, and Chu Yigui felt as if he was holding the claws of a chick, and the fragile and weak could be easily wrapped.

Just one day of contact, he seemed to see the misfortune around Wan Qiu, so thick that he couldn't disperse.

The strange emotions were spreading, and Chu Yigui didn't even dare to tighten his fingers, holding them weakly, and reassuring them shallowly.

"I can't teach you well because I don't have enough ability." Although thin, the bones of the small hands in the palms of the hands seemed to be soft, and Chu Yigui lowered his voice, "It's not your problem, it's that no one has given you a suitable education yet." ”

Perhaps what Wanqiu needs now is not education, but corrective treatment.

Chu Yigui sensed that Wan Qiu was observing him, meticulously and diligently probing his emotions.

And Chu Yigui didn't put on a friendly mask, but asked Wan Qiu to seriously observe the emotions that he could see now.

"Thank you." In the end, Wan Qiu said something like this.

Wan Qiu was saying thank you, this was thanking Chu Yigui, but Chu Yigui clearly knew that he shouldn't be thanked for this kind of thing.

It's just because in Wanqiu's world, no one understands him.

Chapter 18

Wan Qiu calmed down.

Chu Yigui always held Wan Qiu's hand, his temperature soaked Wan Qiu, and his cold fingertips were dyed with a ruddy and healthy color.

When he released it again, Wanqiu's fingers were warm, but I don't know if he warmed Wanqiu, or if he just left the temperature to Wanqiu.

"Where should I sleep tonight?" Chu Yigui asked.

Time passes quickly, and many of the residential buildings opposite have turned off their nighttime lights, signaling the arrival of late night.

After thinking about it, Wan Qiu decided to give up his favorite cot and said, "You sleep in my bed." ”

"What about you?" Chu Yigui asked.

"I sleep on the couch."

Chu Yigui nodded.

Sitting on the narrow single bed, Chu Yigui's fingers unconsciously stroked the mattress.

The bed had only a very shallow layer of mattresses, which was hard and almost indistinguishable from the slats, but very clean.

Chu Yigui glanced at his mobile phone, which had Yang Xiaoyu's message on it.

Mother: Yigui, can I trouble you with one thing, can I help Wanqiu deal with the injury.

Mom: I saw that he had a lot of bruises today, I don't know how it was in other places, and I was really worried.

Mother: Placed ointment at the door.

Mother: I'm sorry for you, remember.

With a series of news, Yang Xiaoyu's worries almost overflowed the screen.

Yang Xiaoyu may not be a perfect mother, but it cannot be denied that she is trying to be a good mother.

Chu Yigui tilted his head and asked, "Do you take a bath before going to bed?" You're sweating a lot today. ”

"Yes." Wan Qiu nodded.

Chu Yigui calmly made an inviting gesture: "You wash it first." ”

Wan Qiu nodded.

Chu Yigui watched Wan Qiu enter the bathroom, brought in a set of clean clothes, and closed the door.

Chu Yigui heard the sound of gurgling water from the bathroom and went to the door.

There was a plastic bag full of all kinds of medicines lying quietly at the door, and Chu Yigui opened them one by one to read the instructions for use.

In the narrow small bathroom, the water fell down the slender and thin shoulders, and Wan Qiu washed it carefully and carefully.

When he stood alone in the bathroom, Wan Qiu's expression finally became a little trance.

He actually had a friend.

His friend is very good-looking, writes beautifully, has beautiful hands, and has a good voice.

When the soap hit his body, Wan Qiu noticed that a small bubble was overflowing with dazzling streamers under the dim bathroom lamp, and the small bubble that attracted Wan Qiu's attention exploded for no reason.

Wan Qiu felt that Chu Yigui was very similar to this bubble.

The gauze on his arm was accidentally soaked, so Wan Qiu simply removed the gauze and cleaned it with soap.

What may still be useful in the future, Wanqiu will be saved.

It's just that my mother doesn't like to have garbage in the house, so she has to hide it.