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Braille is very unfamiliar to most able-bodied people. Duan Jiakang is not very good at teaching it. He just followed the annotations in the textbook and read it to Jiuer over and over. superior.

Every time a word is taught, Duan Jiakang will try his best to find real things for Jiuer to explore. Learning things is indeed a calming thing, especially for Jiuer.

He lost his eyes, and the fascination of the colorful world was not so strong to him. He was very focused on doing one thing, and he was so focused that he didn't mention Ren Kuan all afternoon.

The existence of Braille is for the blind to perceive, and some obtuse corners are unavoidable. No matter how delicate and round the book is, fingertips cannot withstand repeated friction.

Jiu'er's nails were very short, and after he touched them a few times, his fingertips began to congest and turn red.

Duan Jiakang interrupted Jiu'er, "Jiu'er, shall we rest for a while?"

With a seemingly inquiring tone, Duan Jiakang grabbed Jiu'er's hand and did not let go. Studying requires concentration. Hearing Duan Jiakang's voice, Jiu'er seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He was a little tired.

Duan Jiakang was still holding him, they were the only two in the room, the atmosphere was good, and they were all under Duan Jiakang's control.

These days, Jiu'er has gradually come to rely on Duan Jiakang, whether it's because of Ren Kuan or not, Jiu'er has no defense against him, and he can ask some harmless questions that cross the line.

"Shall we talk?" Duan Jiakang sat closer to Jiu'er, spread the palm of Jiu'er, and carefully looked at the lines on the palm.

Leek is very white, and I haven't done any rough work at ordinary times, and my hands are not rough, but delicate and delicate.

"Hmm..." Jiu'er responded softly, he really didn't want to worry about Ren Kuan, others might not understand, his worry was full of despair.

Once a person indulges in despair for too long, exhaustion is like bubble gum sticking to him. The more he struggles, the more sticky places become.

Facing Jiu'er, Duan Jiakang's fake expressions could be avoided, but he put away his usual gentle smile and asked softly, "Jiu'er, how is this place?"

The inexplicable question made Jiu'er very confused, he blinked, he never thought about whether this place is good or not.

I'm afraid this place can't be given a high evaluation, but Jiu'er is different, he has no choice, he doesn't have a reference, he has no choice, and he is not qualified to consider whether this place is good or not.

The bad is obvious, this is the red light district, even if Jiu'er's understanding of the red light district is not so good, he also knows that this is an abandoned corner of the bustling small county.

But he couldn't tell what's wrong with this place. He was born and raised here, no matter how unfair his fate was, he also grew up in this place.

Jiu'er didn't understand what Duan Jiakang meant, so he answered irrelevantly, "Everyone treats me very well."

Duan Jiakang chuckled, he didn't know whether to be thankful or guilty, because someone was kind to Liu'er, and Liu'er had less hatred and less grievances, and he could still maintain a rare innocence in the face of the tricks of fate.

"Then let me ask another question." Duan Jiakang said again, "If one day you can leave here, would you be willing to leave?"

These questions, these assumptions, Jiu'er has never thought about it, he was a little caught off guard, and his answer was a little ridiculous, "Should I go alone?"

Greed is human nature, and Jiu'er is no different. He is also greedy, and he wants to take away people who treat him well.

"Well, if someone can take you away, are you willing to go?" Duan Jiakang added the conditions of the question, "It's not just Ren Kuan, it may be anyone who is possible, are you willing to go?"

Now Jiu'er was completely at a loss, "I don't know..."

Duan Jiakang didn't have to ask Jiu'er to make a choice. Seeing that Jiu'er lowered his eyes, his cheeks sank after inhaling, he held his breath, and then exhaled slowly, as if he was thinking seriously.

He seemed to ask casually: "Then...have you ever thought about your father?"

Jiu'er happened to be facing Duan Jiakang, his dim eyes were full of confusion, no one had ever mentioned his father to him, the question of his father was farther away than leaving here.

For other questions, Duan Jiakang was unwilling to force Liu'er, but for this question, he really wanted to know Liu'er's answer, "Jiu'er, will you miss your father?"

Jiu'er is about to turn 20 years old. He has a sound mind, but his perception of family affection and love is still in his teens or even a few years old.

"I don't have a father..." Jiu'er moved her fingertips, trying to escape from Duan Jiakang's grasp.

This is not the answer Duan Jiakang wants to hear, it hurts more than Jiu'er saying that he doesn't want to.

Duan Jiakang persisted, "How come there is no father? You just haven't seen him. If he has difficulties, if he apologizes to you, will you forgive him?"

No one apologized to Jiu'er, so there is no such possibility, so it cannot be said that Yuan did not forgive.

"Don't you want to forgive him?" Duan Jiakang was a little helpless, he wanted to get Jiu'er's approval and redemption.

The Adam's apple slipped on Jiu'er's neck, he couldn't avoid Duan Jiakang's question, and asked, "Then what's the problem with him?"

"For example...he doesn't know you exist..."

Jiu'er still doesn't quite understand what the so-called red-light district is like, how the women here live, and why people sneer at their way of making a living.

He only knows that since he can remember, he has never had a father, and those who hang around his mother are all kinds of hooligans.

Duan Jiakang's statement is a bit ridiculous. Why doesn't a person know the existence of his own child?

"Why doesn't he know... Does he know now? If he knows, why doesn't he come to me?"

Duan Jiakang was at a loss for words for a while, and a voice shouted from the bottom of his heart, of course he knew, and he was already standing in front of Jiu'er.

"If he comes to you, are you willing to see him? Will you ask him?"

Jiu'er refused to speak again, Duan Jiakang supported his forehead, it turned out that his father was so difficult to handle with Jiu'er, he looked at Jiu'er's face, fortunately, Jiu'er couldn't see his current expression, it must be very ugly.

Duan Jiakang was a little bit broken, and half-jokingly said: "Then what if it is me? I will take you away, will you follow me?"

Suddenly jumping from the topic of "Dad" to Mr. Duan, Jiu'er seemed not so entangled, "Where are you going?"

"Take you to treat your eyes and change the environment." Fortunately, Mr. Duan's identity is still acceptable.

To treat the eyes, Jiu'er dared not even think about it, and carefully wanted to ask if he could bring Ren Kuan with him, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Mr. Duan, I'm here to find Jiu'er." It was Wang Rui's voice.

Duan Jiakang coughed, "Boss Wang, please come in."

Wang Rui greeted Jiu'er with a smile on her face, "How long have you been here, and you still don't want to go back?"

Duan Jiakang got up and wanted to send them away, but was stopped by Wang Rui, "Mr. Duan, why are you so polite, I won't trouble you to see them off after a few steps."

Wang Rui took two steps, then turned around, "Jiu'er, you go first, Mr. Duan and I have something to talk about."

"Oh..." Jiu'er was very tired, he didn't pay much attention to Wang Rui's tone, and walked downstairs slowly.

Until Jiu'er's figure completely disappeared in the corner of the building, Wang Rui's face changed, and she looked at Duan Jiakang seriously, "What exactly do you want?"