In her sophomore year of high school, the head teacher arranged for her son Fu Zhuoyan to sit next to her.
From then on, there was a carton of milk on the corner of her desk every day. He said it was because "Dad bought too much." During evening self-study and walking at night, he would always walk on her left side, shielding her from the wind. He learned sign language for a semester without telling anyone.
He said nothing.
Ten years later, after returning from teaching, she opened the door of the new school office - Fu Zhuoyan sat opposite the door.
Milk started appearing on her table again. The ID named "Y" under her official account for teaching, left a message of "hug" on the most difficult day.
She asked him: "How do I know if you don't say anything?"
He said: "I have been saying this for ten years. In the way you pretended not to hear."
——I kind of like it. I haven't stopped since my sophomore year in high school.
