I can't beat her

This is the second weekend for Ami to practice Braille at home after going to school. It’s even harder than at school. In school, she can’t understand the books. .

But it’s different when I’m teaching at home. The teacher is very aggressive, hitting the table and scolding people.

Ami's biggest problem now is that she cannot read or write.So Ye Zhiqiu helped Ami hire a teacher who specializes in teaching Braille, mainly for intensive training in reading and writing Braille.

The teacher in charge of teaching is named Wen Wen. He will come at 07:30 on weekends, start classes on time at [-] o'clock, and leave at [-] o'clock in the evening.Temperament and name are not in the same style at all, extremely mean and indifferent, and the teaching of Ami is completely devilish.

Except for meals and nap time, Ami is almost always writing and recognizing characters. When she is very tired, she is only allowed to get up and go for a short meeting, and she is not even allowed to go out to sit with Qianhuan.

"Tat-tat-tat..."

The boring voice rang repeatedly in the room, and Ami was a little drowsy. In order to relieve this drowsy feeling, she kept thinking of some things that would refresh her.

The happiest thing is probably to touch the thing on Zhiqiu's body, it is really bigger than Ami's, and now Ami doesn't feel that the two small bags on her body are superfluous, so happy.

But that feeling is very strange. Thinking of this, Ami couldn't help reminiscing about the touch of that thing.After losing sight of her eyes, she uses her hands to identify everything around her.

I touched a lot of things, but none of them felt like that, and Zhiqiu seemed to move at that time, did it hurt?Will it hurt when Ami grows up in the future?

"what!"

hand pain.

It was the ruler that tapped on the back of the hand, and then a serious and rigid female voice said coldly: "The speed has slowed down again, put your hand back on the table."

The teacher named Wen Wen frowned slightly, not understanding what this quiet-looking and well-behaved student was gesticulating with his hands in a place with no curvature.

Ami shrank her shoulders, sat upright immediately, and continued to pierce the writing board with the blind pen again, writing down the words while pricking, so as not to forget it again when touching it for a while.

Every morning, I first learn to read the text aloud, then practice new characters, and then imitate. Anyway, it is all kinds of repetitions, and Ami finds it boring.

Finally at 05:30, Ami touched her watch, already thinking in her heart that she would go to Qian Huan after class, she wanted to ask Qian Huan, what should she do now.

I kind of don't want to go to school.

Ami said in the dormitory that she is treating her eyes now, and she will see them one day.

Anyway, sooner or later you will see, why do you want to learn something that only the blind can use.These are the original words of the proud Zhang Ya who could play the piano in school.

The more Ami thinks about it now, the more it makes sense.

But she dared not speak directly to this fierce and cold teacher.Unless necessary, Mr. Wen basically doesn't say unnecessary words to Ami.

But every time she explained the characters, it was very easy to understand, so even though Ami always wandered off, she could easily remember the spelling and meaning of the characters.

It seems that I don't like studying very much.

Ye Zhiqiu had been standing at the stairs for a while, and seeing Teacher Wen looking at her, he just nodded slightly without making a sound.

Ami's foundation in literacy is completely blank, and she doesn't even know how to use Braille paper. It is very difficult to master reading and writing in a short period of time.

Ye Zhiqiu has met many tutors with experience in special education on this issue. The reason why she chooses mildness is because she looks more decent, unsmiling, and has rich teaching experience.

When signing the contract, Wen Wen formally proposed that she can let Ami master the basics of Braille within one semester, and reach the literacy level of ordinary elementary school students within one year, and the requirement is that Ye Zhiqiu should not interfere with her teaching.

Ye Zhiqiu did what he said, and now he stood quietly at the stairs and waited for the get out of class to end.

Standing at the top of the stairs, you can just see Ayomi's side face. Ye Zhiqiu has already noticed that Ami's mouth is pursed several times, and sometimes it is slightly raised, as if he is muttering something.

If Ami could see it, he would be a naughty child. He has a small temper, can be short-tempered, and sometimes likes to act like a baby.

As Ye Zhiqiu thought about it, a smile could not help but appear on his cheeks.

Before approaching Ami, she only thought that Ami was a little stubborn and too quiet child. After getting in touch with her for a long time, she realized that Ami behind the quiet mask actually had a very ordinary side, supporting her What is ordinary is Ami's rare purity.

Her pure expression is in joy and sorrow.

Most of the time when Ami is happy, it is easy to feel when she is unhappy. At least Ye Zhiqiu can feel that Ami is not happy at all after class.

However, Ami tidied the table politely, stood up and bowed to Teacher Wen: "See you tomorrow, Teacher Wen."

"See you tomorrow." Mr. Wen nodded indifferently, and passed by Ye Zhiqiu without saying a word, still just nodded indifferently.

Recently, Fan Xiaozhu couldn't wait for Ami to finish class, so he could only eat by himself first, and stepped on her dead body to fly to Tianhai City at around six o'clock after eating.

This is the second time she met the fierce female teacher that Ami mentioned at the gate of Ami, and the front wheel almost rubbed against the teacher's trouser leg.

"Hello, Mr. Wen." Fan Xiaozhu was not good at words, but he still had basic manners, and he even had good aesthetics.She had already talked to Ami last time, and this Teacher Wen is also very beautiful.

But Teacher Wen and Ye Zhiqiu are not the same in beauty.

Ye Zhiqiu is exquisite and elegant, while Mr. Wen is very simple and intellectual, with rimless prismatic glasses on the bridge of the nose, short shoulder-length hair neatly draped behind the ears, and a little lowering of the head and lowering the eyelids, there is a kind of ability to see through people at a glance deep meaning.

Every time, I wear white shirts, a dark casual suit, trousers, and casual leather shoes, and I carry a square briefcase in my hand, with a [-]-meter long ruler stuck in the side of the bag.

Teacher Wen just paused for a while, narrowed his slender eyebrows, swept Fan Xiaozhu up and down, and then walked out with a 178 tall body, his right hand without a bag was inserted into his trouser pocket.

There was a bit of ruffianism in the back.

That look...

Fan Xiaozhu swallowed his saliva, swallowed the words "I am a good girl" back into his throat, stood up from Sifei, moved along the road to the window on the second floor of Ami, and shouted: "Ami, I am leaving."

"Well, okay, see you tomorrow." Ami stood up slightly, and also responded to the window where the wind came in. She didn't know that Ye Zhiqiu was standing not far from the side and looked at her.

After Teacher Wen left, Ami stomped her feet in the room alone, counting everything from the writing board, blind pen, and textbooks.

"Just talk about you, why are you so small, it's really tiring to hold." Ami said the pen in this way, and was the most annoyed when talking about the writing board: "Why are you so porous, I have to misplace it up and down every time."

"And you, why are you so thick, I can't recognize so many characters, I was scolded by Teacher Wen." Finally, Ami sighed softly: "Will Teacher Wen tell Zhiqiu?"

Seeing that she was counting vigorously, Ye Zhiqiu didn't approach her, intending to listen to how much grievance this small talker had to vent.

After being interrupted by Fan Xiaozhu, Ami stopped talking, just piled things aside and took out the pen and paper that Ye Zhiqiu bought for her earlier.

She prefers to write Zhiqiu's name rather than those complicated bits and pieces, and it's not so tiring, she can write it for a whole day and fill many sheets of paper.

Ye Zhiqiu moved forward slightly, and was a little dumbfounded when he saw the three words on the paper. It would be great if he could study so hard and persistently.

Ye Zhiqiu covered Ami's eyes lightly with his hand, playing an endlessly entertaining game: "Guess who I am?"

"The most beautiful princess in the world."

Ye Zhiqiu laughed out loud. Ami would not say that before, so she took advantage of the situation and said, "No."

"That is the kindest princess in the world."

Where did you learn all this, Ye Zhiqiu denied again: "No."

"It's Ami's favorite Zhiqiu."

Ami actually said this on purpose, as long as she doesn't mention her name, Zhiqiu's hand will stay on her eyes for a longer time, and the warmth and stability of her eyes gave her an illusion, as if the darkness in front of her eyes was only temporary.

So she likes this game very much.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled, pinched Ami's face lightly and asked her: "Did I do something wrong again, so I was afraid that Teacher Wen would sue?"

Ami covered the pinched place, turned her head, and frowned tightly: "Zhiqiu, when did you come?"

Did Zhiqiu hear what she said?Zhiqiu helped her choose the writing board, paper and pens, and it was too bad for her to be seen like this.

When Ye Zhiqiu was hesitating whether to say the specific time, a loud noise from the street interrupted her thoughts, causing her to look out the window at the long street.

Ami was also attracted: "Zhiqiu, what's that voice?"

"It's the sound of a motorcycle."

"But why are motorcycles so loud?" Ami couldn't believe it. In places like Changshao Street, there are not many four-wheeled vehicles, but there are countless tricycles and motorcycles coming and going every day.

The street lights on Changshao Street were just turned on, and a black and red two-wheeled sports car crawled among the crowd like an invisible beast under the night and sped up secretly.At the end of the street, there was another low-pitched sound, and the red and black figure flew up the traffic-depressed Xianfeng Road like an arrow off the string.

With a bang, like a gust of wind, it disappeared in turn.

Fan Xiaozhu, who stepped on the dead fly, was startled, and then stepped on the car and turned down Xianfeng Road. At the end, he couldn't help stretching his neck and looking at the ray in the distance, envious: "It's so cool."

"It's a bigger motorcycle, it looks better and it runs faster." Ye Zhiqiu looked thoughtfully at the afterimage that disappeared in the distance.

She didn't tell Ami that it was Teacher Wen who rode the bike.

"Ami doesn't seem to like writing." Ye Zhiqiu quickly recovered and helped Ami tidy up the utensils on the table.

When it came to writing, Ami didn't think about the motorcycle anymore. She twisted her fingers guiltily: "Well, I don't think it's useless to learn these things."

"How can learning knowledge be useless? Everyone is learning." Ye Zhiqiu was a little disappointed, but still kept his voice calm, trying not to let Ami notice it.

Ami pursed her lips, and finally said Zhang Ya's words: "Anyway, I will see later, learning these things will not be useful."

What if I can't see it?

Ye Zhiqiu frowned, she didn't want to tell Ami such uncomfortable words, after all what Ami said was not completely wrong.

"Everyone is studying and working. If Ami doesn't study, don't you think it would be a pity to waste a lot of time?"

From Ami's complaints, Ye Zhiqiu roughly understood that although Ami could not see, she, like ordinary people, disliked boring study and disliked the sudden pressure.

Ami pursed her lips: "I can write your name and mine now."

What's the use of just writing the name?

"Ami, I hope your life can be more colorful. Compared with doing nothing every day, although studying is hard, it will be somewhat rewarding, right?"

Ami seems to understand, but her words are still crisp and clean: "I don't want to live a rich and colorful life, I want to be with Zhiqiu every day."

Before Ye Zhiqiu could interrupt Ami's willful words, he heard Ami's continuing voice again, which was a little quiet and even mixed with a little sadness.

She said, "I want to spend some time with you, if you have nothing else to do."

Zhiqiu must be talking about me again.Ami quickly smiled and shook Zhiqiu's hand: "I know, Zhiqiu has to work hard, go home on time, stay with family, and get married in the future, so he won't waste his time."

Ami will also work hard, but Ami has no family and doesn't want to marry a man. If Zhiqiu doesn't accompany Ami, what's the use of opening a fried chicken restaurant.

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Ah Nan smiled, but what does that matter, the story always has to continue.

I hope that in this life, I will meet a woman who puts a lot of time on your skirt.