Wan Qiu was very quiet when he ate. He didn't talk, his chopsticks wouldn't hit the bowl, and he would never be picky when he picked up food. He would only eat the corner closest to him.

Wan Qiu didn't like to look up, and he seldom looked in Chu Yigui's direction, and they would never pick food for each other.

Wan Qiu showed a slight sense of comfort and enjoyed every bite of food he put into his mouth.

Onions, ginger, garlic, etc. are all eaten, but to Wanqiu these are dishes, not ingredients.

Chu Yigui was not someone who could be easily pleased like Wan Qiu, and he devoted himself completely to the deliciousness of the food.

But Wan Qiu's cherishment for every bite of food infected him, making him no longer think of wasting food.

Wanqiu eats quickly and his appetite is not big.

Wan Qiu licked the corner of his mouth. The fragrant rice and delicious soup still gave him an appetite, but after feeling a little full, Wan Qiu would not eat anymore.

There are still a lot left. I hope my parents can come back and give them some.

After Wan Qiu put down his chopsticks, he looked at his friend quietly.

His friend is really beautiful.

Even the way he eats looks very pretty.

Wanqiu's every move was slow and leisurely, as if he was watching the spider plants swaying in the wind, every arc was beautiful.

Maybe this is what "elegance" means, Wan Qiu thought.

The rice in Chu Yigui's bowl was almost empty, and Wan Qiu reached out to Chu Yigui's bowl.

Chu Yigui looked up and met Wan Qiu's eyes with a puzzled look.

Wan Qiu took back his hand and placed it on his chest, looking a little embarrassed: "Don't you want more rice?"

"I'm full." Chu Yigui put his chopsticks on the bowl, "Thank you."

"Okay." Wan Qiu looked away. His father had a big appetite. Chu Yigui was taller and stronger than his father. He thought Chu Yigui would eat more.

"What about you?" Chu Yigui asked.

"I'm full." Wan Qiu replied.

There was only half a bowl of rice in Wan Qiu's bowl, and there was not even a sign of reduction in the food when Wan Qiu started eating. This amount of food was far from enough for the nutritional needs of a growing boy.

Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu's wrist, which was so thin that it could be easily circled, without saying anything.

"Uncle and aunt probably won't be back." Chu Yigui glanced at the time. It was already nine o'clock.

"Yeah." Wan Qiu looked at the time, pursed his lips, and inadvertently breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Yigui was always paying attention to Wan Qiu. After he was sure that Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen would not come back, he saw obvious relaxation.

Chu Yigui had just seen this kind of laxity. After Wan Qiu was sure that he would not hit him, he also relaxed like this.

Eating in advance is stressful for Wan Qiu.

He will get 'punished'.

Perhaps everyone would treat a friend they meet for the first time seriously and respectfully, but absolutely no one would be willing to be punished by their parents for such a friend.

Chu Yigui didn’t think that Wan Qiu’s IQ was too low. Wan Qiu had already weighed the pros and cons.

And Wan Qiu chose to entertain him when they met for the first time.

Wan Qiu put the five dishes for two people into the refrigerator. Seeing that these delicious foods were preserved and they could continue to enjoy them tomorrow, Wan Qiu felt indescribably good.

After cleaning the kitchen, Wan Qiu saw Chu Yigui sitting on the sofa through the kitchen glass.

Chu Yigui lowered his head, watching his phone with a calm expression. Wan Qiu could not read any "happiness" on his delicate and beautiful profile.

Chu Yigui sat on the sofa, listening to the conversation between Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu.

It was indeed very late at this time. The two were discussing how to spend the night. There was no point in sitting in the car and waiting on the street where Wan Qiu could not be seen.

Chu Jianshu wanted to take Yang Xiaoyu back with him, but Yang Xiaoyu preferred to stay closer to Wanqiu.

The result of the discussion was to decide to stay in a suite in a nearby hotel, so that when Chu Yigui left Wan Qiu's house, he would have a place to stay immediately.

"I'll stay here tonight. Those two people won't be back today. I will live with my brother. But I may not be able to talk to him at any time. I will send the important news to my parents." Chu Yigui suggested.

Yang Xiaoyu hesitated: "Yigui, this is very difficult for you."

"No, mother, it's not hard here. My brother keeps the house very clean."

With Yang Xiaoyu's tacit consent, Chu Yigui finally said good night.

After taking off the headphones, my ears felt a little painful, so I rubbed them with my fingers.

"Want to play this?" Suddenly, a stack of playing cards was pushed in front of Chu Yigui, and Wan Qiu took out some things from the opposite side of the coffee table.

There are some game props such as playing cards, mahjong, dice, penalty game wheels, etc.

Wan Qiu was a little nervous.

These things are all mom and dad’s toys, and Wanqiu has never played with them once.

"Actually, you can still sing, but you may have to sing a little softly," Wan Qiu said.

If he sang too loudly at night, the neighbors would come to his house and every time they would make a big noise. His family has always had bad relations with their neighbors.

Wan Qiu secretly planned that if a friend wanted to sing, he could go and apologize to his neighbor in advance and ask for permission.

Chu Yigui looked at the person in front of him, his brother who was born in the same year as him but only a few months older than him. However, when Chu Yigui looked into his eyes, he felt like he was looking at a child.

Now this child is trying hard to please him.

Even though he didn't have any hobbies, he racked his brains to show his affection to him using things he knew that could make people happy.

Everything that Wan Qiu has experienced could have contributed to darkness.

But the reality is different.

When he met Wan Qiu's eyes, those clear, even empty, yet extremely bright and open eyes reflected a soul that was making malicious assumptions about him.

"Don't you like singing either?" Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui.

He seemed to be gazing at a deep pool. The surface of the water was clear but the bottom was unobstructed. Layers of transparent blue finally settled at the deepest part and became impenetrable black.

As a host, Wan Qiu was in an awkward situation.

"What do you like?" Maybe there's still time to prepare.

"Can I stay here tonight?" Wan Qiu's uneasiness was conveyed to Chu Yigui. Chu Yigui blinked and gathered all his thoughts.

Wan Qiu thought, generally speaking, his parents' friends would not stay overnight here.

But it doesn't say you can't stay overnight.

"Okay." Wan Qiu usually agrees to things that are not expressly prohibited.

He also used this method to stumble and learn about the things that his parents hated, and he would not make the same mistake again after doing it once.

“Wan Qiu, unconditional acceptance and tolerance of a person will not necessarily win goodwill, but may also bring bad luck,” said Chu Yigui.

Wan Qiu tilted his head: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Chu Yigui's eyes showed a complex expression and he changed the subject. "Thank you for allowing me to stay. This may become a day worth remembering in the future."

Wan Qiu didn't understand what Chu Yigui said, he only knew that Chu Yigui still didn't show any "happy" emotion.

When friends are together, their happiness should be as cute and lively as popping popcorn, emitting a sweet aroma.

As Chu Yigui's friend, he did not make Chu Yigui happy. Doesn't it prove that he is not a qualified friend?

It was Wan Qiu’s first time making friends. He wanted to make his friends happy very much, but he had no way to do so.