Fu Yuye blinked his eyes and said, "Teacher, can you continue to the next page?"

I only just noticed my own condition, and hurriedly switched the PowerPoint slides. Perhaps there was an error when I was creating them, as the page transitions in the PowerPoint were not working properly. The more I tried to find the correct page, the more embarrassed I became.

Fu Yuye's finger on the sensory screen rationalized the unorganized me.

"This one."

He stared intently at the screen.

I was taken aback for a moment. He glanced at me, and I immediately responded, "Yes."

At that moment, I truly felt extremely embarrassed.

Fortunately, until leaving, Fu Yuye did not show the slightest sign of concern or dissatisfaction.

He remained polite and humble, while I, on the other hand, felt awkward and lacked discernment, appearing clumsy and unexpressive.

I maintained a frequency of visiting Fu Yu Ye's house once a week. Other than the frequently appearing housekeeper, I have never seen anyone else. The empty house only had him and a large dog. How should I put it, it had an exquisitely desolate feeling.

One day when I went, the doorbell rang for a long time before Fu Yuye finally came to open the door.

He was wearing a khaki wool sweater, and under it was a pair of gray cotton pants, as if he had just crawled out of bed.

I think perhaps he stayed up late the previous night, possibly due to being tired from playing or studying, which resulted in him sleepily inviting me in now.

I didn't feel angry. Instead, a strange feeling bubbled up inside me. You know, people always tend to relax and let down their guard in front of those they are familiar with, disregarding their image and exposing their true selves.

Perhaps two months of being together finally relaxed Fu Yuye's nerves a bit.

At this moment, he finally looked like a typical Chinese high school student.

He coughed while saying that he was going to wash up.

Low, oppressive.

When he entered the study, we started the usual review of last week's vocabulary and sentence examples. It was only then that I noticed his voice with a strong nasal tone.

After he finished reading, I asked, "Are you having a cold?" Fu Yuye was stunned for a moment, then asked me if I wanted to cancel classes for a week.

I couldn't help but laugh and feel speechless.

How come it's me who decided instead?

Immediately, it occurred to him that perhaps he would think that I was afraid he would infect me.

I asked, "Have you measured your body temperature? Are you running a fever?"

He looked at me without saying anything.

I stared into his eyes, and after a brief moment, I couldn't bear the intensity of his gaze any longer and averted my eyes first.

I looked at the contents outlined in the book and said, "I think there's a medical kit at home. I believe it's time for you to check your condition."

His skin was fair, and I didn't pay much attention in the morning. It was only now that I noticed his usually rosy lips, like a dehydrated rose, withering and droopy.

Finally, we arrived in the living room. He sat on the sofa and took his temperature with an ear thermometer. Hal ran over and wagged his tail beside me, then plopped himself onto Fu Yuye's slipper.

I took the ear thermometer and checked: 38.5.

Take the cold medicine out of the medicine box while you're at it.

She went to the kitchen to fetch some water, and then served him his medicine.

I chased Fu Yuye back to the bedroom. This was my first time entering his bedroom, and before going in, I hesitated a bit. After all, he didn't seem like the kind of person who would easily let others into his private space.

He set down the cup and calmly said, "Teacher, I'm much better now."

My immediate reaction was, he must have really lost his mind.

Fu Yuye later told me that the expression in his eyes at that moment was like that of a charitable worker looking at a widowed, lonely person, filled with unrestricted compassion and love. Perhaps just any random example of a middle-aged widow who remains steadfast in his teenage years would have made me cry uncontrollably.

"He thought of me as someone who excelled at imagining tragic scenes, overflowing with sympathy and ignorance towards the majority of human survival rules in the world."

Compared to others, I am actually the pitiful one, who sees through everything at a glance. I have to rely on a meager income from working hard in order to sustain my life, pouring my heart and soul into earning a few hundred yuan. But I never consider myself pitiful, because I can proudly say that this is earned by my own knowledge and labor. I live an ordinary but happy life, never aspiring to reach great heights, yet striving to keep myself from falling into the mud.

Later, I realized that sometimes the lower classes are even more self-righteous than the upper echelons of society, allowing themselves to live a delusional life while deceiving others.

I feel that when a person is sick, they are always more fragile than usual. Fu Yuye is no exception, so I took a strong stance for the first time, rejected his opinion, and pushed him into his room.

Holding hands felt awkward, but unexpectedly, the act of pushing was also quite subtle.

I watched as he finished covering himself with the blanket, his light-colored pupils relaxed as he looked at me.

I said, "Rest well. When you wake up, the pain will be gone!"

I also made a little angelic flapping motion, as I felt that Fu Yuye was just a child, a child who had not experienced a joyful childhood. Although it was already too late, I hoped that he could feel the care and love I had for him. The care and love of an elder.

Although Fu Yuye just turned his face expressionlessly and said, "Teacher, I'm not six years old."

Okay, I awkwardly touched my face and exited the room.

I searched for nearby congee restaurants, placed an order, and then sat on the sofa reading a book.

After listening by the bedroom door for a while and realizing that the master wouldn't come to bother him, Ha'er silently crawled onto the comfortable woolen blanket.

The gray blanket was rolled up, revealing a pile of fuzz on the floor.

Looking at the expensive carpet, I pitied it for a moment and decided to let Haru roll around and bite his tail on it.

I feel that without this dog, Fu Yuye would truly be loneliness personified.

When the takeout arrived, it was exactly twelve o'clock. I went to wake Fu Yuye up, but as soon as I opened the door, Harbi dashed inside even more excitedly than me. Then he jumped onto the bed and sat right on top of Fu Yuye's blanket.

I quickly went over and pulled the silly dog down. It would be disastrous if Fu Yuye were suffocated. Luckily, Fu Yuye woke up from the disturbance. When he saw the silly dog, his expression was normal. When he saw me, he muttered, "Teacher?"

It was only missing the second half of the sentence, "Why are you still here?"

I said with a good temper, "It's lunchtime. I've ordered porridge. Do you want to eat here or go to the living room?"

He became slightly more awake, but then burrowed back into the blanket.

And then that stupid dog clumsily sat on top of the blanket again.

Me: ...

(Note: In Chinese, the character "我" means "I" or "me" and the ellipsis "…" represents silence or a pause in dialogue.)

"Do you want to eat?"

..."..."

"I ordered chicken and abalone porridge, it smells very fragrant."

...

The blanket moved slightly, and Fu Yuye crawled out. He told Ha'er, "Go down!"

Haltwisting reluctantly jumped off the bed and came to me, seeking comfort.

Without even looking at her, I asked Fu Yuye, "If you don't speak, I'll just bring the porridge in and feed you!"

Fu Yuye had no choice but to sit up, so I took the opportunity to take his temperature with an ear thermometer.

The temperature has dropped a little.

Only then did he put on his coat and come out to eat.

During dinner, Hal kept sticking out his tongue and panting heavily.

Fu Yuye glanced at her slowly, then glanced at me, and said, "I forgot to feed her this morning."

Suddenly, I thought of something and said, "Is the dog food stored in that cabinet?"

No wonder, she kept pulling me towards the cabinet just now, and I thought she wanted to play a game with me.