Yang Xiaoyu also knew that it would be impossible for Wan Qiu to give up his feelings for Ning Qiaozhen over the past three years.

But at least now when mentioning Ning Qiaozhen, Yang Xiaoyu did not find the stubborn trust in Ning Qiaozhen that he had always seen in Wan Qiu's eyes.

If you're just asking...

Yang Xiaoyu is willing to be patient.

Huang Hu seemed to have heard Wan Qiu's hesitation, and after thinking about it, he chose an ambiguous answer.

"Our job is to do whatever the customer asks us to do, do you understand?"

Wan Qiu was silent for a long time, nodded, and then remembered that he was on the phone, and said, "I understand."

"It's just like a taxi. We go wherever the passenger tells us to go. We are not familiar with the passengers and we don't necessarily know them. Do you understand?" Huang Hu continued to explain and paused after saying a sentence.

Wan Qiu thought hard for a while, and finally sorted out the relationship, then said, "I understand."

"So I don't know whether he knows her or not." Huang Hu finally gave the answer. It was not a lie, every word was true.

"Yeah." Wan Qiu understood this sentence quickly.

Huang Hu secretly wiped the sweat off his forehead on the other end of the phone and breathed a sigh of relief: "Then there is no one curious anymore?"

However, Wan Qiu remained silent.

Huang Hu felt that Wan Qiu's thin fingers were quietly grasping his fragile heart. It was not heavy, but it seemed as if it was held in mid-air, unable to go up or down.

Huang Hu swallowed unconsciously: "Anything else?"

Wan Qiu was silent, but finally said, "No."

Wan Qiu's voice was quiet and hesitant, and also revealed a bit of... reluctance?

Huang Hu thought about it, trying to confirm his guess, and asked: "Wan Qiu, don't you want to hang up the phone?"

Yang Xiaoyu noticed that Wan Qiu was obviously stunned after hearing this.

He had been looking straight ahead, but his eyes, which were actually empty, flickered slightly at this moment, and he felt a little panic as if his true thoughts had been exposed.

Wan Qiu was reluctant to hang up the first call, but he also thought that it was a bad behavior to keep making calls.

Huang Hu heaved a sigh of relief, his tone full of smiles: "It's okay, you can always call me in the future, uncle still has time to chat with you."

When Wan Qiu was suddenly granted the right, it was like a rose locked in a black glass bottle, which suddenly had a crack found by its bee friend, and flew in along with the wind and sunshine.

Wan Qiu held the phone tightly, and slowly responded from the other end of the phone where Huang Hu couldn't see: "Yeah."

"Be good, then hang up. Contact me if you have anything else?" Huang Hu took the initiative to end the call.

The beeping sound of the phone being hung up soon disappeared along with the screen going off.

But Wan Qiu was still staring at his phone blankly.

Rather than feeling the loss of being hung up, it feels more like the anticipation of getting something completely new.

He made a phone call that would not make anyone unhappy.

In the heavy, dark deep pool that looked like a pool of stagnant water, a string of small bubbles rose from the bottom of the water and exploded in the air, but it brought a series of shallow ripples, rippling the dead nerves of Wanqiu.

Yang Xiaoyu smiled and let Wan Qiu quietly savor this small, insignificant novelty that was enough to shake Wan Qiu's ideas.

The telephone is a completely different medium. Wan Qiu cannot see his expression and speaks less, but Huang Hu is a good person to communicate with over the phone.

"Well done, baby."

This simple compliment is like a red rose petal that falls into a bottle, but also passes through the air and flows in the breeze.

Yang Xiaoyu's cell phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, Yang Xiaoyu patted Wan Qiu's head helplessly and said, "Mom is going to answer the phone. You wait here for Mom."

Wan Qiu looked at Yang Xiaoyu who was leaving him with her cell phone. His delicate and elegant mother tilted her head and spoke seriously to the person on the phone.

"Didn't I tell you that I'm very busy these days? You guys handle everything yourself. I remember I arranged the work... Why is there another scandal? Is the PR department eating shit?... Is there any resource that money can't get? I told you not to be afraid of spending money... You guys are really annoying!"

Yang Xiaoyu hung up the phone with a gloomy face and stood in front of Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu looked up, a little confused.

Although Yang Xiaoyu's heart and eyes were full of unhappiness when he was on the phone, this unhappiness dissipated a lot after he walked towards him.

"I'm sorry, baby, can you wait for me for half an hour? I'll take you out for a walk in half an hour. Now play with your phone for a while."

Yang Xiaoyu was extremely annoyed with the sudden job, but she hadn't been back for some time.

Wan Qiu nodded and saw Yang Xiaoyu leave the huge living room in three or two steps.

Wan Qiu sat on the sofa, holding his mobile phone, not knowing what to do. He looked at his reflection on the screen, framed in a black world.

He looked up at the living room, which he had not examined carefully.

A huge, bright world that seems to encompass all the sunlight, with high roofs and intricate and beautiful chandeliers, a suitable temperature, and soft and comfortable sofas...

All this was completely different from the huge house that Wan Qiu knew.

It's almost like...

Like the new world.

Wan Qiu blinked.

Everything now is like a brand new candle to Wanqiu. The candle has been lit, and the bright candlelight illuminates the dark world, condensing all the fear and pain in the small shadow under the candle.

The candle may become smaller and smaller, and consume more and more, but eventually it will go out and cannot be restored.

But at least now is the most he has.

Wan Qiu held the small candle flame carefully, praying sincerely that it would burn slower.

"Is it beautiful?" Suddenly, a faint voice with a smile sounded in Wan Qiu's ears, and the warmth of familiar fingers brushed across his earlobe, "The sunshine you have been looking at is indeed the best scenery here."

Wan Qiu turned around and Chu Yigui came into his sight.

In this brief moment, Chu Yigui, who suddenly appeared in Wan Qiu's eyes, was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Chu Yigui changed into a new set of clothes that was neat, clean and comfortable.

He seemed to have taken a bath, and his body exuded a faint, comfortable fragrance like clear water, which was vague and attracted Wan Qiu's attention.

"You get a phone and a wristband."

Chu Yigui looked down and saw what Wan Qiu was holding. He half bent over and leaned on the back of the sofa, behind Wan Qiu.

"I have a cell phone." Wan Qiu was freer and bolder with Chu Yigui, showing his tiny ego that he would only reveal in front of Chu Yigui, "I also made a phone call."

Wan Qiu once refused to call Ning Qiaozhen, and Chu Yigui knew this better than anyone else.

Under Yang Xiaoyu's guidance, Wan Qiu did what he had never been able to do before.

Chu Yigui stared at Wan Qiu, and from those empty eyes, he found the joy of trying something new for the first time.

It feels empty, as if it doesn't understand the meaning of what it's doing.

I vaguely understand something through feeling, but I can't figure it out.

"It's something to be happy about, you made a call."

Chu Yigui spoke to Wan Qiu slowly, with his hands on both sides of the sofa back, as if he was enveloping Wan Qiu in his arms, and gently told him something important that only the two of them would understand.

"Is this a happy thing?" Wan Qiu trusted Chu Yigui, and a small spark flashed in his empty eyes because of Chu Yigui's words.

"Yes." Chu Yigui responded to Wan Qiu, "You did a great job. I am praising you. You can be happy as you like."

Being praised.

Wan Qiu didn't quite understand the meaning of being praised. Even though Yang Xiaoyu praised him, Wan Qiu didn't know how to react.

It’s just Chu Yigui who tells him that this is something worth being happy about.

In the huge dark pool, as long as a small stream gushes out, you can see that the seemingly dead black water is actually transparent and clear in color.

Chu Yigui, on the other hand, was trying his best to dig small gaps around the deep pool, so that the emotions dormant in the stagnant water could have an outlet.

Wan Qiu curled the corners of his mouth.

It is so subtle that this tiny arc can only be seen by superimposing and comparing photos.

But this was the greatest happiness Wan Qiu could express.

"Yes, that's right. You can smile a little." Chu Yigui stretched out his finger and raised one corner of Wan Qiu's mouth. "Remember this smile. Do this to other people, and they will be very happy."

Wan Qiu will change. In this family that will give him all its love, Wan Qiu will gradually learn what he once did not have.

Chu Yigui tried to leave his own shadow on every path of change of Wanqiu.

Chu Yigui smiled.

Now that the morning light had brightened the entire living room, his smile was so transparent that it seemed to melt in the sunlight.

Wan Qiu looked up, but felt that this smile was not real.

The slender white fingers passed before Wan Qiu's eyes, like a flying butterfly landing on Wan Qiu's wrist, and the fingers penetrated into Wan Qiu's bracelet, filling the wide gap.

"It's so thin. Even with the bracelet at its narrowest setting, I can still fit my finger in it."

Chu Yigui sighed, his eyes narrowed with satisfaction, as if he was a big cat lazily teasing his owner with his tail in a good mood.

Wan Qiu looked at his wrist, which was completely different from Chu Yigui's. His was slender, as if it was not a human wrist, and very ugly.

"Do you know what this is used for?" Chu Yigui asked, rubbing Wan Qiu's bracelet with his thumb.

Wan Qiu shook his head.

"It's used to find you. As long as I have it, I can find you no matter where you are. Mom is very afraid of not being able to find you."

Wan Qiu's eyelashes trembled as she looked at the wide bracelet.

"But I can find you without this thing." Chu Yigui half-lay on the back of the sofa, staring at Wan Qiu.

Why?

As if he had read Wan Qiu's doubts, Chu Yigui said, "Because we are very close."

Why can I find him if we are very close?

Is it important where he is to his current parents and Chu Yigui?

Wan Qiu opened his mouth and said, "I won't run around anymore."

"Hmm?" Chu Yigui raised the last line of his voice. Wan Qiu was looking at him, observing his expression out of the corner of his eye.

"I can stay at home." Wan Qiu's hands tightened unconsciously, but were stuck on the phone. "I can stay at a place you know and stay at home."

Delicate, like the tiny tentacles of a snail, it fell on Chu Yigui's fingers with a bit of coolness.

Wan Qiu carried the heavy shell, as if he could settle down anywhere he felt safe, even next to Chu Yigui.

Wan Qiu stays by Ning Qiaozhen's side, and if Ning Qiaozhen needs him, he can stay in the rental house.

But Ning Qiaozhen did not make such a request.

Wan Qiu had been waiting quietly in the narrow, silent, dark space where nothing could be seen.

He can also stay in a fixed place longer than anyone else, even if it makes him afraid.

Chu Yigui turned his gaze away in silence and no longer looked at Wan Qiu.

But his eyes were unfocused.

Wan Qiu was looking at Chu Yigui.

He still couldn't find any "happiness" in Chu Yigui, but he also couldn't find any "unhappiness" in Chu Yigui.

At this moment, Chu Yigui was calm, as if he didn't exist.

The butler from not far away walked to the door. Chu Yigui and Wan Qiu looked over at the same time. The butler opened the door and a man walked in.

A middle-aged man appeared in the field of vision, wearing a white shirt and trousers in the summer, his hair was neatly combed, he was slightly plump, with a slightly bulging belly, but he had a smile on his face and looked a little kind.

Wan Qiu heard Chu Yigui behind him and said, "Teacher."

"Chu Yigui, are you done with your work?" The middle-aged man walked up to Chu Yigui and smiled kindly.

"Yes, teacher." Chu Yigui stood up straight and was actually half a head taller than the middle-aged man.

"Are we going to start studying now? How about a small test first?" The middle-aged man was obviously very familiar with Chu Yigui, and Chu Yigui always had a smile on his face when he spoke to him.

"Of course. If I do poorly on the test, I'm afraid the teacher will have to teach me more."

Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui and vaguely noticed that his tone seemed a little different from when he spoke to himself.

A little light-hearted, if the conversation between Chu Yigui and the teacher was like a carefully paved ski slope, silky yet tough, then when Chu Yigui treated himself, it was like a ball of soft white snow, which was difficult to hold and felt a little astringent.

But no matter which one...

Wan Qiu couldn't feel any happiness towards Chu Yigui.

"Hey, who is this?" When the male teacher approached Chu Yigui, he saw that there was a child sitting on the sofa.

The child was too thin and was completely blocked by the sofa from a distance, so he could not be seen at all.

The male teacher was a little surprised. How could he see a skinny child who looked like a famine refugee in the Chu family?

"This is my brother." Chu Yigui said to the male teacher, "Mom once lost a child, my brother, named Wan Qiu."

The male teacher obviously couldn't immediately hide his look of astonishment.

The male teacher immediately looked at Wan Qiu, his gaze wandering between Wan Qiu and Chu Yigui. Wan Qiu felt a strong and strange feeling of being explored.

"Have you been looking for your brother during this period?" The male teacher restrained his expression and looked at Wan Qiu with complicated eyes, "It seems that he has suffered a lot."

"My brother is indeed not having a good time." Chu Yigui said.

Wan Qiu noticed that the male teacher's expression was a little subtle, a change from 'happy' to 'unhappy', and this change began when he became aware of himself.

He had upset people again.

The male teacher seemed to notice Wan Qiu's gaze and smiled in accordance with his gentle appearance: "I'm glad you're back. You must get along well with Chu Yigui."

Wan Qiu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Wan Qiu could not find any expression on the male teacher's face that required a response from him.

The male teacher suddenly asked, "I heard you say he is your brother. He is older than you? Did you receive the same education?"

Chu Yigui replied calmly: "No."

The male teacher was obviously a little happier when he got this answer: "Sure enough, Chu Yigui's current academic achievements are really rare. I have never seen a child as smart as you. I always praise you in front of my peers."

"Thank you, teacher. Rather than being smart, I actually hope to be evaluated as hardworking." Chu Yigui's expression was indifferent, but also decent.

Chu Yigui's words startled the male teacher, and he suddenly laughed: "You have always been a very hard-working child. You have both hard work and talent. You will always be better than others."

Wan Qiu didn't quite understand.

These confusing sentences were spoken without any pause, leaving no time for Wan Qiu to think and understand.

Vaguely, Wan Qiu felt that he was not sitting here.

Although there was only the back of a sofa between them, he was sitting very far away, watching a pantomime with sound.

"By the way, Chu Wanqiu should also need a tutor. Do you need me to recommend one to him?" the male teacher suddenly said.

"No, my brother needs a patient and loving special education teacher."

The male teacher seemed unable to understand Chu Yigui's words at first, but after thoroughly understanding the four words "special education", he was shocked without any concealment, and he immediately turned his head to look at Wan Qiu.

What a fool.

It’s just that the male teacher was also paying attention to Chu Yigui. Chu Yigui directly exposed Wan Qiu’s intellectual disability without any hesitation. Such behavior is very intriguing.

"He hasn't spoken a word. Does he have a language defect?" asked the male teacher.

"Brother, there is nothing wrong with what you say." Chu Yigui simply responded and changed the subject, "Teacher, the class time is up. We have wasted some time here."

The male teacher's face froze slightly, and he immediately smiled and said, "Look at me, I haven't seen you for a few days. I was a little excited and forgot the time. Let's go to the classroom."

"Brother, I'm going to class."

Wan Qiu heard Chu Yigui say this to him.

Wan Qiu sat on the sofa and had no intention of leaving it from beginning to end.

But when I heard the footsteps of Chu Yigui and the male teacher, and their conversation, gradually moving away from me.

Wan Qiu turned around, but saw the high back of the sofa, blocking his view of Chu Yigui.

The word "intimacy" that Chu Yigui mentioned emerged in Wan Qiu's mind.

He understood the meaning of this word, but he could not feel the definition of "intimacy" between him and Chu Yigui.

Wan Qiu had been watching the conversation between Chu Yigui and the male teacher.

There was laughter in their words.

The male teacher's expression towards Chu Yigui was full of "happiness".

Even without any touch, the emotion of 'happiness' can be transmitted to each other.

Are Chu Yigui and the male teacher also close?

When talking to other people, Chu Yigui would never look at Wan Qiu.

When Chu Yigui took the initiative to touch him, the brief emotion he felt would quickly disappear after he left.

It's like candlelight dripping on the skin, bringing a burst of heat, but it will quickly disappear, leaving only a piece of burned red skin.

The burned area.

Is it just intimacy?

Wan Qiu sat quietly in the empty living room.

From outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows filled with sunlight, the sounds of birds and insects can be clearly heard.

And Wan Qiu's voice seemed to be just the sound of blinking.

Suddenly, the cell phone that Wan Qiu had been holding quietly in his hand rang loudly. Wan Qiu abruptly shifted his gaze from the sunlight to the phone, and watched as the word "Mom" was displayed on it.

It was the first time Wan Qiu answered the phone, and even though he had already learned how to do it, he was still a little nervous.

Want...the green phone button?

Wan Qiu's heart beat faster involuntarily and he pressed down.

"Wanqiu baby?" Yang Xiaoyu's relaxed and cheerful voice came from the other side.

Wan Qiu suddenly started, opened his mouth, and took a long time to find his voice.

The strong and wonderful feeling of receiving a phone call almost made Wan Qiu lose consciousness.

"Yes... yes, it's Wan Qiu." Wan Qiu said stutteringly.

Yang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time. Wan Qiu couldn't hear any sound and thought the call was hung up.

Listening carefully, I heard Yang Xiaoyu's muffled voice, as if she was covering the microphone: "My baby... How can my baby be so cute? It's Wan Qiu... It really is..."

Wan Qiu held the phone in his hand, not even daring to put it directly to his ear. The clean and bright screen of the phone seemed like it would get dirty if he put it to his face.

"Baby, you are still in the living room, right?" Yang Xiaoyu continued.

"Yes, in the living room." Wan Qiu replied.

"Baby, go to the entrance and put on your shoes." Yang Xiaoyu said.

Wan Qiu was a little confused, but still stood up. After sitting in the same position on the sofa for a long time, Wan Qiu staggered a little. Only then did Wan Qiu realize that his body was a little stiff due to long-term tension.

The new shoes for Wan Qiu to wear were already placed in the entrance hall.

Wan Qiu hasn't had new shoes for a long time.

When he first arrived at Ning Qiaozhen's home, Ning Qiaozhen bought him clothes and shoes. Because he was in his growth period, she deliberately bought him a larger shoe size.

Wan Qiu didn't grow much taller during the three years he spent at Ning Qiaozhen's house, and he never changed his shoes. No matter how much Wan Qiu cherished them, his shoes had become so worn out that they were almost unwearable.

It was always much cheaper to have Wanqiu's shoes repaired at a shoemaker than to buy a new pair.

Brand new shoes wrapped around his feet.

The soles are not bumpy, and they are not so thin that a small stone can cause pain in the soles of your feet.

The shoes are soft, comfortable and breathable. Wan Qiu even feels that his vision has become higher after putting on the new shoes.

Some strange feelings suddenly disappeared without a trace.