Yang Xiaoyu was waiting not far from Wan Qiu, but never saw Wan Qiu take any action.

He stood in a beautiful, colorful world, but it seemed gray.

Vaguely, an idea emerged in Yang Xiaoyu's mind.

——Does Wan Qiu not know how to play?

Based on the information they had about Wan Qiu, there were very few things to play with in Wan Qiu's life.

Even Yang Xiaoyu only remembered things like "tin sheets".

Wan Qiu even just has it, but rarely plays it.

During the time when Wan Qiu and Chu Yi were together, Wan Qiu's definition of "playing" was entirely limited to the games played by Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai.

Wanqiu has no friends, no time, and no chance to play.

Wan Qiu is very obedient. If I tell him to go play, he will definitely go, but standing here...

Is it because you don’t know how to play?

Among so many people, Wan Qiu, who had no friends and did not know how to make friends, could not get along with others.

Yang Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the bubble pool and thought carefully. Could it be that Wan Qiu didn't dare to play without her?

Should we go back now, or stay here and play?

Yang Xiaoyu looked at the small cream-colored shoulder bag in her hand.

"Wan Qiu, wait here for mom." Yang Xiaoyu finally made a decision. She walked out of the bubble ball pool and turned back to remind her, "Mom will be back soon, don't wander around."

Wan Qiu stood there, wanting to look at Yang Xiaoyu's face, but Yang Xiaoyu turned around too quickly and Wan Qiu saw nothing.

Wan Qiu just remembered one word - wait.

Yang Xiaoyu's back disappeared from his sight so quickly that Wan Qiu didn't even have time to react.

The money that was taken away, the leaving figure, and those familiar memories that made Wan Qiu's heart ache, clamored from the corners of his memory to cover his emotions and reason.

Wan Qiu stands in a black-and-white cartoon that is always played over and over again. The scenes of leaving and abandonment are always played. He is the protagonist of the cartoon, always standing in the camera, and the people who left him never come back after the cartoon ends.

But Wan Qiu still stood there.

Even though the bright colors turned black and white and his legs seemed to be swallowed by the quagmire, Wan Qiu still stood there, looking at the place where Yang Xiaoyu left.

Be... smarter.

To not be abandoned.

Do something, do something smart.

Wan Qiu's mind kept wandering about what he could do. He wanted to take a step, but his body would not obey him.

Wan Qiu lowered his head, wanting to move his feet, wanting to get rid of the thing that was all over his body and seemed to be restraining him.

Wan Qiu even raised his hands, bent down, and tried to tear off the black things that were entangled on his legs.

However, suddenly, something in the shape of a ring and shining with silver light came into Wan Qiu's sight.

That's a bracelet.

The bracelet lay quietly on his wrist, and vaguely he seemed to see a hand touching his bracelet.

The bracelet was lifted up and then dropped down.

Chu Yigui's voice suddenly appeared in my ears.

——I can find you no matter where you are, but mom is afraid of not being able to find you.

Yang Xiaoyu did not take the bracelet away.

If the bracelet is still there, then his mother will come to find him.

——I can find you without this kind of thing.

Wan Qiu stood still.

Those hard things that bound him no longer seemed so hard as to hurt him. It was as if they had turned into soft rubber and were gradually melting.

Wan Qiu's cold hands and feet finally felt like they were returning, and the world was gradually fading away from the gray color.

The sound of laughter came into his ears again.

This little sense of security helped Wan Qiu step back into this world.

Not far away, Yang Xiaoyu's figure was reflected in Wan Qiu's eyes again.

The extremely beautiful mother strode up to him.

My mother's body is like a paintbrush filled with colorful oil paints. With every step she takes, she fills the world with bright colors.

Wan Qiu stared at his mother carefully and greedily, only to find that both his small shoulder bag and his mother's bag had disappeared.

Yang Xiaoyu took off her high heels next to the bubble ball pool and tied her hair with a rubber band.

He came forward and held Wan Qiu's hand.

Wan Qiu felt the bubble ball hitting his legs again.

But in front of him, the mother who was pulling him seemed to have splashed a layer of more intense colors on this colorful world, making Wan Qiu unable to look away.

"Come on, mom will teach you how to play today!"

——

Chu Yigui's tutor was marking Chu Yigui's homework. The perfect score on the clean paper made him very satisfied as a teacher.

It is indeed very fulfilling to teach students who can learn everything easily. The biggest problem is that the students are too smart, which may make him feel inferior occasionally.

Although he was delayed a little today due to a sudden test, the male teacher was very satisfied with Chu Yigui's homework.

The male teacher said to Chu Yigui: "You looked a little absent-minded today, but you still got all the questions right. It seems that you have mastered the knowledge very well."

"The teacher's explanation is very detailed and easy to understand." Chu Yigui responded calmly while tidying up the things on his desk. Even if he didn't need to clean up, the servants would come to clean it.

"Compared to the one named Wan Qiu, you are indeed more suitable to be the child of this family." The male teacher couldn't help but sigh.

The male teachers all mentioned Chu Yigui to some extent and felt it was not worth it. Chu Yigui was excellent in every aspect, but he was just a substitute for this family.

Now the real owner is back, but he is a fool. If he was not a fool, Chu Yigui would be very embarrassed. Fortunately, fortunately.

"Student Chu, if you have anything that makes you feel upset, the teacher is willing to listen to you." The male teacher tried to have a heart-to-heart talk with Chu Yigui with a little familiarity towards his students.

Chu Yigui's expression was very calm. He did not refute what the male teacher said, but he also had no desire to communicate.

"I'm in good condition now, don't worry, teacher." This simple sentence made the male teacher, who wanted to have a long talk with Chu Yigui, swallow back the words of comfort that were about to come out of his mouth.

"You're very absent-minded today and you've been slacking off many times. If something's wrong, do you want to take a break?" said the male teacher.

"Nothing special. I wrote down everything the teacher said today."

Chu Yigui's voice was very calm, as if he was just in a bad state occasionally. According to today's test results, Chu Yigui was not lying.

"That's all for today's class." The male teacher packed up the lesson plan and asked Chu Yigui, "Are you really not planning to skip a grade? With your current course progress, you don't have to go to school step by step anymore."

"This is better." Chu Yigui said with a smile.

The male teacher's expression stiffened slightly. He felt helpless about this excellent but somewhat unfathomable student.

With a silent sigh, the male teacher said goodbye to Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui stood up to see the person off. When he reached the door, he saw a car approaching from afar. When the male teacher saw the car, he knew that the person returning was most likely Chu Jianshu. He also wanted to show off in front of Chu Jianshu, so he slowed down his pace.

The car stopped at the door. The male teacher put on a smile on his face and even tightened his slightly bulging beer belly. He walked forward and was about to greet him and say something, but he saw Chu Jianshu, who got out of the driver's seat, glanced at the male teacher.

Although Chu Jianshu didn't say anything, that one look was enough to silence the male teacher.

Chu Jianshu opened the back door and Chu Yigui also looked over.

In the back seat were Wan Qiu and Yang Xiaoyu.

Wan Qiu was probably asleep.

Leaning on Yang Xiaoyu's shoulder, the pink hat she wore when going out in the morning fell on the back seat. Even in her deep sleep, she still did not forget to hold the seal of the cream-colored small shoulder bag tightly.

"Can I carry him out?" Yang Xiaoyu asked in a whisper.

Chu Jianshu lowered his voice and replied, "Tell him to come closer."

Chu Yigui stood at the door, and in front of him stood the male teacher. Under the setting sun of the evening, the man who had always been serious, restrained, old-fashioned and conservative actually took off his suit jacket, bent down and picked up Wan Qiu who was sitting in the back seat.

Chu Yigui's eyes were on Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu had a new haircut, and he looked less frizzy than before. At this moment, he leaned his head against Chu Jianshu's neck with his eyes closed, which made him look somewhat cute.

Perhaps Wan Qiu was still too light. When Chu Jianshu held him, it seemed as if he used almost no strength, and Chu Jianshu's back was still straight.

Wan Qiu's pink clothes were obviously a little dirty and looked a little gray.

After being picked up, perhaps because he lost the warmth of Yang Xiaoyu, Wan Qiu's instinct made him grab the person next to him.

His collar was grabbed, and his unbuttoned neck exposed a large area of skin. It looked messy, wrinkled, and dirty. These words that would not normally appear to describe Chu Jianshu now all appeared.

This was almost the kind of love that Chu Jianshu showed that none of his brothers had ever received.

The male teacher was obviously a little embarrassed. Chu Jianshu just nodded to him, and Chu Yigui opened the door to make it easy for Chu Jianshu to enter.

Inside the door, Butler Bai was also jogging towards the door.

"It's so tiring." Yang Xiaoyu's complaint reached Chu Yigui's ears.

Yang Xiaoyu, who got out of the back seat, was completely different from the Yang Xiaoyu who had put on exquisite makeup in the morning. Not only Wan Qiu's clothes were dirty, but Yang Xiaoyu's white clothes were also not spared.

Yang Xiaoyu is always exquisite. Her previous career as an actress has allowed her to keep this glamorous habit, but now she is obviously in a mess.

The carefully groomed hair was now very messy. It was obvious that it had been simply combed but could not be restored to its original state. Perhaps it was because of sweating, and the makeup looked a little floating.

"Are you teaching so late today?" Yang Xiaoyu asked the male teacher when he saw him. "It's such a pity that you have to see me like this."

"How could that be? You are beautiful at all times." What the male teacher said was not only a compliment, but also the truth.

"How is Yigui's study?" Since they had met, Yang Xiaoyu would of course ask a few questions.

"Very good, he works very hard..." The male teacher began to praise Chu Yigui to Yang Xiaoyu.

Yang Xiaoyu listened and laughed occasionally, seeming to be very proud that her child could receive such high evaluation.

Chu Yigui listened quietly.

"After a while, I'm starting to doubt whether I have nothing to teach him. I feel a lot of pressure every time I come to teach him." The male teacher said deliberately.

Yang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows. The male teacher was hired after their selection, so at least he was worthy of recognition in terms of knowledge. He said this mostly out of modesty, which indirectly showed that he was very satisfied with Chu Yigui.

"Yigui has done such a great job. Is there anything you want? Mom will give you a reward." Yang Xiaoyu was probably happy.

Chu Yigui looked at Yang Xiaoyu. Today's Yang Xiaoyu was a little different from the past. He was like a desert plant that had taken deep roots in the desert, and was full of vitality after a long wait for the nectar.

Yang Xiaoyu clearly said that she was very tired and in a disheveled state, and she had been leaning against the car while talking. But her relaxed expression and the smile that was not deliberately feigned showed that she was actually in very good condition.

What happened?

Chu Yigui couldn't imagine it.

He only knew that at least Yang Xiaoyu had spent a happy day, and there was still joy in the corners of Yang Xiaoyu's eyes.

The male teacher left, and Yang Xiaoyu stood in front of Chu Yigui.

Yang Xiaoyu brought back gifts for Chu Yigui and Yang Ze.

It's fruit tea.

The fruit tea was discounted to twenty-five yuan a cup, which was something Yang Xiaoyu would never drink under normal circumstances.

It is highly likely that Yang Xiaoyu did not drink it either. In order to maintain a good figure, Yang Xiaoyu has been abstaining from sugar.

But the person who would buy it specially and drink the fruit tea was obviously Wan Qiu.

"I had a drink." Yang Xiaoyu said to Chu Yigui expressionlessly. Chu Yigui didn't realize that he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Yes, that's right, Yigui, I had a cup of fruit tea."

Chu Yigui was holding the fruit tea with a subtle expression.

"But I'm so tired today and I should have exercised. It's okay." Yang Xiaoyu stretched and walked into the door. "Go take a shower quickly. I'm really dirty."

Chu Yigui inserted the straw, and the sweet taste of fruit tea immediately rushed into his mouth.

The ice inside has melted to the point where only a little bit is left, but it still retains the coolness of the fruit tea.

The sweetness of the fruit blended with the not-particularly-high-grade tea aroma did not quite suit Chu Yigui's taste, but for some reason he did not put it down.

It's like a person who doesn't like sour fruits but likes strawberries, and tries hard to find the unique sweetness of strawberries from the obvious sourness.

Chu Yigui knew that this must be the taste that Wan Qiu liked very much.

As if possessed by a ghost, Chu Yigui finished the fruit tea, ate the fruit pulp, and threw away the cup.

——

It was already dark when Wan Qiu woke up.

I was lying on the bed. My clothes had been changed, but they were still a little dirty.

He was so dirty and slept on the bed.

Wan Qiu suddenly got out from under the quilt, tiptoed, and took big steps, afraid of dirtying the soft and clean carpet under his feet.

Wan Qiu sat in the bathtub, the warm water from the shower washing over his body, his expression dull.

His brain couldn't process everything that happened today.

It was also today that Wan Qiu truly understood the meaning of "play".

Those happy laughter and noises seemed to still echo in Wanqiu's ears.

This was the first time he stood in the midst of happiness, surrounded by countless unbridled joy. When his mother smiled, she seemed like an angel bringing happiness.

It turns out that playing is a...

Happy things.

That’s why everyone will try every possible way to play, just like our parents did in the past.

Wan Qiu's fingers unconsciously covered his chest, the joy of 'playing' continued to remain in his body, deliberately speeding up his heartbeat and making him yearn for it.

Have fun playing.

But it is not good.

Playing makes people feel happy, but if they play all the time, they will become disgusted.

Will mom be annoyed with him today because he has been playing all the time?

After wiping his hair clean, Wan Qiu wanted to find the dirty clothes he had taken off to wash, but he couldn't find them anywhere.

His clothes disappeared into thin air.

Wan Qiu stood in the bathroom, a little dazed.

He remembered that when he was washing up this morning, water droplets splashed onto the mirror. He tried hard to wipe it, but still couldn't make the mirror clear.

Now the mirror is sparkling, with no trace of having been wiped.

Someone was still cleaning his room.

I'm very hungry. I overslept and didn't have dinner.

Could he go out and get something to eat?

Wan Qiu quietly opened the locked door and stuck his head out. The quiet corridor was filled with corridor lights, so he could see everything clearly without being blinding.

Wan Qiu wanted to go to the kitchen, but the chef was not there at this time, and neither were his parents. Even if he went to eat, he would not disturb anyone.

However, when I went down to the living room, I found bright lights in the living room and a figure sitting on the sofa.

Just from the back, Wan Qiu was able to confirm that it was his younger brother, Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui seemed to be reading a thick book in his hand. Under the gentle and non-glaring light, the bright white book seemed to illuminate Chu Yigui's face, making everything look gentle, as if it were slightly glowing.

Chu Yigui seems to be able to integrate into any world, and even become the protagonist of a certain world.

But Wan Qiu retracted his foot and continued to go down the stairs, as if his intrusion would destroy Chu Yigui's comfortable world.

"Brother." However, Chu Yigui's voice got there before him, stopping him from retreating. Chu Yigui closed the book, put it on the table, and stood up from the sofa. "You must be hungry, come down."

There was no smile on Chu Yigui's face, but Wan Qiu knew that he always looked at others with a smile.

But Wan Qiu never felt that there was anything wrong, because even if Chu Yigui was smiling, he was still unhappy.

Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui who was standing in the soft light. It seemed that he couldn't even stand the light. It was reflected on Chu Yigui's face, giving his calmness a gentle hue.

"The chef said he made some sushi for you because he was worried that you would be hungry when you woke up. Sushi is served cold, so there is no need to reheat it."

Wan Qiu followed Chu Yigui to the kitchen. The lights suddenly became bright, awakening Wan Qiu's spirit which was somewhat intoxicated in the darkness.

There were a lot of sushi on the square plate. Wan Qiu looked at it, feeling a little hesitant.

"All of them are edible. Just pick them up and eat them with your hands." Even in such a bright time, Chu Yigui's voice still sounded like a bewitching thing in the darkness.

Wan Qiu put a piece of sushi in his mouth. The novel and unique taste filled his mouth. Wan Qiu liked this taste.

It was just a mouthful of too much, and Wan Qiu's cheeks bulged. He chewed for a long time.

This full plate of sushi is far beyond Wanqiu's appetite. There are several of each kind, but Wanqiu eats from the edge first and will never choose a piece in the middle that looks better.

Just as Wan Qiu was about to take a piece of sushi, a piece of sushi was placed in his hand.

Chu Yigui gave Wanqiu some new flavors that he had never tasted before.

"Did you have fun today?" Chu Yigui asked after Wan Qiu slowed down his eating.

"...Yeah." Wan Qiu still had food in his mouth and was chewing slowly.

But Chu Yigui could see that Wan Qiu's answer was slow, not because of eating, but because he was really hesitant.

"Are you unhappy about anything?"

Wan Qiu raised his eyes and looked at Chu Yigui, not observing, because Wan Qiu always didn't know what Chu Yigui was thinking.

"Can you tell me?" Chu Yigui said again, his tone slow, not urging, more like guiding.

"..." Wan Qiu held a small sushi in both hands, but said slowly, "Not suitable."

"kindness?"

"I'm not laughing."

Wan Qiu stood in a happy world, surrounded by laughter and smiles on everyone's faces, as if the interesting game was meant to dilute all the sadness and spread happiness throughout the world.

But when Wanqiu stood in the middle of it, it was like fruit tea, the fragrance of tea and fruit blended together, permeating each other's taste, but tea was still tea, and fruit was still fruit.

Happiness does not come so easily.

Wan Qiu learned how to express himself when he is happy. He should curl up the corners of his lips and smile.

But Wan Qiu couldn't do it.

Those didn't seem to be things he should have.

He stood in happiness, immersed in happiness, but wanted to separate himself from happiness.

"Interesting", "game", "how to play" these unfamiliar words all flooded into Wanqiu's world. He laughed loudly and ferociously. The joy brought by playing seemed to devour him, making him feel fear after he calmed down.

He was more tired than ever, as if trying to resist himself from being immersed in the world of 'play' and 'happiness'.

"Have you been punished?" Suddenly, Chu Yigui's voice came back into Wan Qiu's mind, and Wan Qiu looked up blankly.

Was he punished?

No.

He didn't feel any pain, he slept well, and he could stand here comfortably and eat the food prepared specially for him.

The word "specialized" awakened Wan Qiu's nerves. Looking at the plate of exquisite sushi, Wan Qiu blinked in confusion.

"If you do something that you shouldn't do, you will be punished." Chu Yigui tapped Wan Qiu's forehead with the end of the chopsticks he used to pick up sushi for Wan Qiu, and Wan Qiu shrugged.

But Chu Yigui knocked very lightly, just touching it.

"You were not punished, were you?" Chu Yigui guided, removing the worries from Wan Qiu's heart bit by bit.

Wan Qiu blinked, confused and unable to refute.

"You did something that won't be punished, which proves that this is something you can do." Chu Yigui said, "You dared to try it, which is really great."

The sudden praise was like a candy suddenly thrown into Wan Qiu's mouth, and Wan Qiu couldn't even taste the sweetness immediately.

Looking up blankly, Chu Yigui's smile swept away Wan Qiu's timidity.

"No." Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui, seeming to be able to express his inner panic better, "It's not like that."

Chu Yigui waited quietly for Wan Qiu to tell his reason, and patiently waited for Wan Qiu to sort out his thoughts.