Chapter 13

Winter is approaching, and the cold wind mixed with fallen leaves outside is caught in the unclosed glass door on the balcony.

The old gray curtains move with the wind, and the curtains are all at once and at the edge of the sofa.

Lin Qingle glanced at Xu Tingbai. He was sitting next to the dining table with Braille textbooks that she couldn't understand.

These things were placed here when she came in. Obviously, he was reading in his own way before she came.

After he said he would not say those words, he really didn't let her go, just caring about doing his own thing.

So she boldly sat down next to him, took out her homework, and wrote quietly.

She had been sitting for almost an hour now, and she was a little distracted, so she started to look at him.

Xu Tingbai's eyes fell firmly in one place, his face was expressionless, and his fingertips moved slightly.

When the wind blew, his hair was blown to one side, revealing his plump and white forehead, his body was silent and his face was full and spring.

Lin Qingle supported his chin, relied on his invisible situation, and looked at him with courage without restraint.

She had an illusion at this time that they seemed to have returned to their childhood, when they were classmates.

He used his homework seriously at the beginning, exactly the same as he is now.

"Lin Qingle."

Suddenly, he spoke.

Lin Qingle's thoughts flew to the past and were fascinated by the sight.

The silence would be broken, and she was startled, “Ah?

What's wrong."

"What are you doing."

He frowned.

Lin Qingle said: "Do your homework..."

Xu Tingbai: "There is no sound, you are not writing."

She did not start writing for a while, but she couldn't say that she kept staring at him stupidly.

Lin Qingle's ears turned red and she said, "I can't write...I can't understand."

"What?"

"English, a difficult reading comprehension."

Lin Qingle said depressedly, "I'm not doing this exam because of English."

She didn't lie, and she was really worried about it.

Xu Tingbai was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and almost subconsciously realized through memory: "Why are your English still not good?"

"Ah...yes."

Lin Qingle saw that he was a little embarrassed when she mentioned this. She was not good at English in elementary school, but Xu Tingbai was different. He often went abroad at home at that time, and he could talk to the teacher fluently.

At that time, she was so envious that she was so envious.

Later, Xu Tingbai, who was a deskmate, probably couldn't stand her English scores and gave her some lessons in her spare time with great care.

He taught her a lot, and at that time, her grades improved significantly.

"Maybe I am in conflict with English and I can't learn well. I got my grades the day before yesterday and my mother scolded me."

Lin Qingle sighed.

Xu Tingbai was stunned for a moment.

So, because of this, she is not very emotional today?

Lin Qingle: "What about you, what are you looking at?"

After saying that, Lin Qingle frowned.

She shouldn't say she saw it.

But Xu Tingbai seemed to have no reaction and said: "The tasks assigned by the school."

"Can you... understand Braille?"

"Um."

According to the uncle who sold rice noodles, he didn't go to a special school for a long time.

But Xu Tingbai is still Xu Tingbai, and he is still smart.

"Can I see it?"

Lin Qingle asked.

Xu Tingbai: "I can't even learn my English well, so I'll do something else. Write it up."

"I'll just take a look."

The girl's voice suddenly approached, and Xu Tingbai could feel her leaning over.

When she leaned over, a few hairs fell down and swept across his arm, itchy.

"How do you tell what word it is?"

When she asked, she carefully reached out to touch her.

She touched her casually, and naturally her fingers accidentally touched him.

Xu Ting's lips slightly stretched, and he calmly withdrew his hand.

"Lin Qingle, go read your book."

He repeated.

"I understand..." Lin Qingle curled his lips and withdrew his hand, "Well, why do you say I can't remember the words, and I always have no feelings about those sentences.

Xu Tingbai, can you teach me again?"

Xu Tingbai didn't know what else he could teach him now, but for some reason, he didn't say anything else to refuse.

"If you don't have a good sense of language, you will be much better when you watch American and British dramas, and if you substitute your language bad situation."

He said lightly.

"Oh...but my mom doesn't like me doing these at home. In her eyes, watching TV is just playing."

Lin Qingle thought for a while and suddenly said, "Ah, by the way, otherwise I will watch it at your house in the future?"

There is a TV in Xu Tingbai's living room, which was left by the previous tenant and is a bit old.

He never opened it, only heard the sound occasionally when his father was at home.

“The TV…bad.”

He said.

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the little girl next to him trot over. Then, the sizzling sound of the TV and soon a channel jumped out.

“It’s good!”

The girl's surprise voice came over.

Xu Ting paused and did not admit that he was lying: "I haven't opened it before, I think it's bad."

"Then it's not broken now, can I watch TV often in the future?"

Xu Ting pursed her white lips gently, and he just said that it was broken, and that it was subconsciously rejecting her.

But because he had compromised the fact that "Lin Qingle broke into his life", now when he heard that she would come often, he had subtle expectations in his heart.

"Your tone makes me think your mother is right."

Xu Tingbai disappeared with some joy, suddenly felt authentic.

"ah?"

"Just let you see it occasionally, not often."

Lin Qingle said embarrassedly: "I will restrain myself.

Well... Anyway, you are supervising me at your house."

Xu Ting's fingertips were pressed against the Braille, and his strength was a little heavy.

He didn't say anything, but for Lin Qingle, his attitude was equivalent to a default.

She ran back happily and sat on the chair, "That's all.

Let's continue to study."

For Xu Tingbai, learning is no longer for learning, but for the long time so that he will not immediately hit the dead end.

But at this moment, listening to the sound of the people around him flipping through the books, his silent heart seemed to be slightly pulled up, and even the books under his fingers felt less boring.
To be continued...