Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Duan Qiongyu did not answer in a hurry. He looked at the content on the flyer and saw that a special primary school was looking for volunteers who could speak sign language or Braille.

He didn't reply, and the waiter wasn't in a hurry. He politely said, "Sir, if you are interested, you can come to our school and have a look."

"Then I won't bother you."

Duan Qiongyu put the flyer on the table and looked up out of the window.

His sign language is very good and he learned it from one person.

At first, I just wanted to learn the phrase "I like you", but when I met her face to face, I couldn't express such frivolous words. Later, I wanted to learn everything because I wanted to know the reason for every time she was sad or happy. .

After sitting in the bookstore for two hours, Duan Qiongyu got up and left, leaving the flyer on the table.

When the waiter came to clear the table, he saw the flyer left and sighed. What a pity, he thought he was interested.

In the evening, when he got off work, the waiter made a call. When the call was connected, he happily said: "Sister Ayao, a gentleman who knows sign language came to our store today. I gave him the flyer and he took it away. .”

"If he is interested, he will definitely contact the school."

There was no sound over there, but the waiter kept talking to himself because he knew she was listening.

After finishing the report, he said: "Sister Ayao, I'll hang up now, bye."

The waiter closed the door. In the afternoon, just when he thought the gentleman was not interested, he suddenly came back, looked at the flyer he was about to take away and said, "Can I take that away?"

The waiter hung up the phone, and the person who answered the phone put down the phone attached to his ear.

She was the only one in the office, with her back to the door, her hair tied in a half-shoulder style, a white ankle-length skirt, and a light green knitted cardigan.

Just as I put down the phone, someone came in from outside.

Turning around to look over, he saw eyes as pure as a bodhi mirror, with a sparkling smile.

Those eyes are so clear that one can sink into them at first sight and never see anything else.

The person who came in was a middle-aged male teacher named Chen. Behind him was a young boy.

Teacher Chen greeted her: "Teacher Zhou, why don't you go back after school?"

Slender fingers gestured on his chest: "Just about to leave."

Teacher Chen smiled and said, "I just want to introduce you to someone."

He said and pulled the boy behind him over: "This is a student who came to our school for internship. His name is Zhang Mingli."

Zhang Mingli clumsily gestured with the sign language he had learned in the past two days, trying to say hello to her.

His clumsiness brought a smile to Zhou Puyao's fair and childish face. Teacher Chen couldn't stand it any longer, and hurriedly took Zhang Mingli's gesturing hand and explained: "You can speak directly, Teacher Zhou can understand."

Zhang Mingli's face turned red and he stammered: "Yes... I'm sorry."

She shook her head, and Zhang Mingli stretched out his hand: "Hello, Teacher Zhou, please give me your advice next time."

A gentle grip and a quick release, even fleeting.

She turned to look at Teacher Chen and gestured: "Qi Ang just called and said that he met a person who is good at sign language and seems to be interested in the school. He may come and take a look."

Teacher Chen said happily: "You will leave in a few days, and you won't be able to come for a long time."

"It would be great if he could come. There are really too few teachers in our school."

The two said a few more words, and she said goodbye and left.

After she left, Zhang Mingli, who was blushing, asked Teacher Chen: "Is she the sign language teacher at the school?"

Teacher Chen shook his head: "No, she comes here occasionally. After all, she is also very busy."

Zhang Mingli asked curiously: "What does she do?"

Teacher Chen said: "Have you heard of the Yulou Charity Foundation?"

Zhang Mingli nodded quickly. There must be few people who have never heard of this organization.

It has done countless good things in the past ten years.

After reacting, Zhang Mingli said in surprise: "Is Teacher Zhou a staff member inside?"

Teacher Chen nodded and saw Zhang Mingli's eyes full of admiration. He murmured in his heart: Anyone who works there should be called staff. If it has nothing to do with their position, he is not lying.

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Duan Qiongyu returned home and threw the leaflets in his hand on the desk casually. He learned sign language for A Yao and was not interested in communicating with others.

But even though she had gone far away, she didn't know why she went back. Maybe it was because this was one of the few things related to her.

On Friday evening, Lin Langyin was leaning against an off-road vehicle at the gate of the airport. The weather was getting colder, so she wore a denim jacket today.

Wearing sunglasses and red hair, he is the most eye-catching in the crowd.

But underneath the sunglasses was a pair of sleepy, tearful eyes.

The phone rang, I glanced at the caller ID, yawned, and answered lazily: "Where are you, young master?"

"I'm at the door." He paused for a while and then said, "I saw you."

Hearing this, Lin Langyin pushed his sunglasses up on his head and looked towards the door.

Chi Suizhou walked toward her with his suitcase in hand. The gold-rimmed glasses he wore reflected the light in the sun.

Just as Lin Langyin stood up straight and was about to speak, Chi Suizhou suddenly raised his hand and pulled down the sunglasses on her head to cover her eyes.

His vision suddenly dimmed, and Lin Langyin asked, "What are you doing?"

Chi Suizhou walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk and put his suitcase in.

While saying: "Did you steal chicken last night? Did you look in the mirror when you went out? Didn't you notice the dark circles under your eyes?"

Hearing this, Lin Langyin moved to the rearview mirror, took away his sunglasses and looked at his appearance.

After a moment, she silently put her sunglasses back on.

Like a ghost.

Yawning endlessly, he explained: "I've been dancing all night, and I got up to pick you up just after two hours of sleep."

"Are you not sleepy?"

After closing the trunk, Chi Suizhou came over and said, "You're old enough, but you can still make it."

Lin Langyin retorted: "Sister, I was young until my death. Unlike you, when I was wearing crotchless pants, I was holding a thermos cup to drink wolfberry, and I am still holding it now."

Don't bother her, just put your hand in front of her.

Lin Langyin didn't understand what he meant: "What?"

"Car keys." Chi Suizhou said

"I don't trust putting my life in your hands."

"Tch, who are you looking down on?" Lin Langyin said reluctantly, but she still put the car key in his hand.

He turned around and went to the passenger seat, opened the door and got in and sat down.

Chi Suizhou shook his head helplessly and walked into the driveway: "I thought you would have some guts to drive by yourself."

Lin Langyin closed his eyes and leaned back on his seat: "Integrity is for outsiders to see. What does it have to do with us?"

"How tiring it is to carry it."