The blind boss's nanny

Ah Zhe always locks himself in a glass room, watching the flickering screen from dawn till dusk.

If someone interrupts his work rhythm, he will repeatedly slap his knees and let out a low groan like a trapped animal.

His rigid behavior is far more serious than imagined.

Milk must be served in mugs printed with whales, curtains must have a 10-centimeter gap, and even the angle of the keyboard must not be off.

Once, when the maid kindly tidied up his worktable, the boy immediately overturned the entire table, scattering shards all over the floor.

From then on, no one dared to approach this "eccentric" genius, and even when delivering food, they only dared to leave it on the bench at the door.

That day, Ah Zhe still spent all his time in the glass room facing the garden, facing three computer screens, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

When Lin Xiaoman brought the fruit in, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

She wasn't annoyed; she simply placed the fruit plate gently beside him, glancing at the scrolling code on the screen.

She couldn't understand it; she only felt as if a silent downpour was falling on the screen.

The next day, she delivered the snacks as usual, this time adding a note:

"The mangoes are very sweet today, would you like to try some?"

A little while later, when Lin Xiaoman came back to collect the plates, the mango had indeed been moved, and the note was neatly folded to the side.

Gradually, she began to write other things on the notes.

"The jacaranda outside the window is in bloom."

"Yuanbao was chasing butterflies in the yard today and tripped and fell."

"Zhe, guess what's for dinner? Hint: the dish you asked for three times yesterday."

Lin Xiaoman never asked him for a response, just like when she was taking care of those withdrawn children at the Sunshine Home:

Don't rush in; just let him know that you've always been there.

The turning point came on a rainy night.

Lin Xiaoman brought in a glass of hot milk and saw A Zhe anxiously pulling at his headphones, the sound of code blaring out sharply.

"Ah Zhe, do you need any help?"

She asked softly.

A Zhe suddenly looked up... This was the first time they had truly made eye contact.

"It's noisy."

He pointed to the computer case.

Lin Xiaoman put down the tray, squatted down in front of the computer tower, and listened:

"Oh, so the fan was stuck."

As she spoke, she took a black hair clip from her hair, deftly disconnected the power, and disassembled the machine.

Under A-Zhe's surprised gaze, she gently used a hairpin to pick out the scraps of paper stuck between the fan blades.

"alright."

She plugged the power back in, and the world returned to peace.

Ah Zhe stared at her dusty fingertips and suddenly spoke:

"You know about computers too?"

"I can only fix minor problems."

Lin Xiaoman smiled and winked.

Back when they lived at Sunshine Home, they repaired all the appliances themselves.

From that day on, Ah Zhe started nodding when she delivered the food.

Sometimes he would even point to the screen and explain what he was doing in short phrases.

Although Lin Xiaoman mostly couldn't understand, she would always watch attentively and respond appropriately:

"This color is beautiful."

"Like stars dancing."

"You're a genius."

One evening, as Lin Xiaoman was about to leave the glass room, she suddenly heard a very soft sound behind her:

"Sister Xiaoman."

She turned around and saw Ah Zhe standing behind her, his fingers nervously twisting the hem of his clothes.

"Can I... play with Yuanbao for a while?"

Lin Xiaoman's heart softened as she thought of the little guy who had been "relegated to the cold palace".

Ever since Lu Tingzhao explicitly forbade Yuanbao from entering the house, she specially built a comfortable doghouse in the courtyard and prepared different meals for it every day.

Even Leng Feng joked:

"Don't mix up my food with Yuanbao's."

She had thought that Lu Tingzhao would gradually soften, but a whole week had passed and the man still ignored the golden retriever that sat at the door wagging its tail every day.

Yuanbao, the guide dog, seems to have lost its value.

Not all puppies can become guide dogs; they must be selected and trained from the very beginning.

Those who can become guide dogs must be the most intelligent and have the gentlest temperament.

After rigorous training, Yuanbao always sits upright in the entryway, his guide collar gleaming.

It couldn't understand why, despite having mastered all the skills, it could never find the hand that was expected to take the lead.

In the afterglow of the evening, Lin Xiaoman looked at A Zhe's expectant eyes.

She suddenly felt that perhaps these two souls, forgotten by the world, could be each other's solace.

The courtyard was filled with joy in the afternoon.

Lin Xiaoman pulled out a colorful ball from somewhere, threw it forcefully into the distance, and her clear voice broke the silence:

"Gold ingot—!"

The golden retriever, which had been dozing on the ground, suddenly pricked up its ears and darted out like a golden lightning bolt, perfectly catching the rolling ball.

Just as it was about to run back, it heard another command:

"Yuanbao, pass the ball to Azhe!"

The clever puppy immediately turned around and gently placed the ball at the boy's feet.

A Zhe paused for a moment, then awkwardly picked up the ball and threw it into the distance, mimicking Lin Xiaoman's earlier actions.

A Zhe doesn't socialize like a normal person, but he can imitate actions.

Soon, he started playing with Yuanbao just like Lin Xiaoman did.

Gradually, the sounds of laughter and playfulness in the courtyard grew louder and louder...

Lin Xiaoman's crisp clapping, A Zhe's rare laughter, and Yuan Bao's cheerful barking wove together into a vivid symphony.

Even Leng Feng, perched atop the treehouse, lowered his binoculars and gazed with a smile at the rare, lively scene.

In the study, Lu Tingzhao listened to the noise drifting in from outside the window, his fingertips pausing on the Braille book pages.

He asked Lin Xiaoman to make coffee half an hour ago, but she hasn't come back yet.

She seems to be very busy lately... She has to deliver fruit platters to A Zhe, groom Yuan Bao, and play games with the two "kids".

The man stroked the cool, carved details on the cane handle.

So now... he has to wait in line for his nanny to make time.

He put down the Braille book in his hand, leaned on his white cane, and walked towards the door.

Perhaps we should remind that negligent nanny who is actually paying her wages!

The moment he stepped out of the door, his cane suddenly touched an obstacle that shouldn't have been there.

He didn't have time to pull his forward-leaning body back, and he unexpectedly fell forward—

"Chairman!"

Lin Xiaoman's scream pierced the air.

Almost instinctively, Yuanbao, who was chasing the ball, rushed towards the porch and pounced on the spot where Lu Tingzhao was about to land.

With a muffled thud, the man fell heavily onto a soft, warm "cushion".

Lin Xiaoman's hands were trembling as she rushed forward.

Yuanbao whimpered and curled up under Lu Tingzhao, but still carefully kept its claws tucked in, not daring to move.

She quickly helped the still-shaken man to his feet, then turned to look at the culprit...

I don't know who put the wooden flower stand by the door.

"Chairman, are you hurt?"

Her voice trembled as she examined Lu Tingzhao, then tenderly stroked Yuanbao's back.

Lu Tingzhao steadied himself by leaning on his cane, the warm touch of the fluffy golden fur still lingering in his palm.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly bent down and reached out his hand in that direction.

Yuanbao immediately raised her head and gently brought her cool, wet nose into his palm.