Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui.

The time waiting for Chu Yigui was silent, and now when facing Chu Yigui, it is still silent.

I have been with Chu Zhang these past few days, and his cheerful and noisy voices have been echoing in my ears.

But when next to Chu Yigui, Wan Qiu would be calmer than ever.

Chu Yigui is always calm.

"Good evening." Wan Qiu stood up and said.

"Is my brother waiting for me to come back?"

"Yeah." Wan Qiu nodded.

Chu Yigui smiled, his faint laughter echoed in the silent space, and his expression revealed a gentleness under the dim light.

"Have you been very busy lately? Being with big brother, he will definitely not let you have any free time."

It was just as Chu Yigui said. Wan Qiu and Chu Zhang had a lot of chaotic memories together, which were hard to sort out.

"Brother looks very happy." Chu Yigui poked Wan Qiu's cheek, his fingertips feeling slightly cold.

Wan Qiu took out the things he had prepared and presented them to Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui looked down.

It's some tickets.

These tickets were neatly folded and placed together, some large and some small, and there were even a lot of flyers mixed in.

Various designs, various colors, appear blurry in the dim light.

They are all very simple things that have lost their inherent value.

But it is what Wan Qiu wants to give to Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui took the tickets and flyers.

For Wan Qiu, these things are tickets to a new and beautiful world, and beautiful guides that are more precious than anything he has ever gotten.

Wan Qiu also wanted to give it to his friends.

Let his friends see the world as he sees it.

Chu Yigui carefully looked through each ticket and flyer, which also had the date and time on them, enough for Chu Yigui to know Wan Qiu's itinerary.

I really went to a lot of places.

These tickets must represent unique memories for Wan Qiu.

"Can I take it?" Chu Yigui asked.

Wan Qiu nodded.

"Thank you, brother." Chu Yigui reorganized all the tickets and flyers, put them in the bag, and held it in his hand.

Perhaps this is the end of the conversation and we should say goodnight to each other.

But Chu Yigui did not leave.

He stared at Wan Qiu in front of him. Those eyes, which were bright and clear even in any light, made him unable to look away.

Are these eyes also like this when looking at others...

"Brother, eldest brother is a very interesting person, right?" Chu Yigui was clear that he asked unnecessary questions.

"Yeah." Wan Qiu responded.

"Do you like him?" Chu Yigui asked.

Wan Qiu nodded.

"Really?" Chu Yigui's smile faded a little, as if he wanted to hold on to his last smile, but he still calmed down, "Did brother need me during this time?"

Wan Qiu raised his eyes, and the words he wanted to say flowed in his eyes.

Chu Yigui is waiting.

As always, he waited quietly for Wan Qiu to say what he wanted to say.

Wan Qiu felt that maybe he had something to say.

During these days, he missed Chu Yigui.

But the chaotic and complicated memories seemed to be cut into countless pieces of colorful origami and piled up in a mess, and Wan Qiu couldn't find a clue.

Finally shook his head.

"Is that so?" Chu Yigui said, looking at Wan Qiu with calm eyes, "It's too late, brother. I'm very tired and want to rest."

Wan Qiu was observing Chu Yigui, and he once again clearly saw Chu Yigui's unhappiness.

Like black stars twinkling, appearing and disappearing.

It passed from Chu Yigui's direction to Wan Qiu, passing through his clothes and causing a slight stinging pain.

"Brother?" Chu Yigui raised the last line of his voice, reminding Wan Qiu to respond to him.

Wan Qiu didn't know why, but didn't want Chu Yigui to leave.

Is this the feeling of 'reluctance to let go' that my mother talked about, or is it something else?

Suddenly, a butterfly flashing with blue light seemed to appear in front of Wan Qiu's eyes and flew between him and Chu Yigui. After Wan Qiu blinked, it disappeared.

Wan Qiu murmured, covered his cheeks with his hands, and asked, "Am I happy now?"

Chu Yigui stared at Wan Qiu and responded, "Yeah."

Wan Qiu unconsciously reached out and grabbed Chu Yigui.

Under Chu Yigui's surprised gaze, Wan Qiu stepped forward and hugged Chu Yigui's waist.

Chu Yigui's eyes slowly opened wide, his hands were empty, and he was held in Wan Qiu's arms, feeling Wan Qiu's warm body temperature against his chest.

It was rare that Chu Yigui showed surprise.

"Brother?" Even though he was a brother, Wan Qiu was still too short for Chu Yigui.

The thin brother can be held in the arms of anyone.

Chu Yigui's hand covered Wan Qiu's back with a slight comfort.

But for a moment, Chu Yigui didn't know why he should comfort Wan Qiu.

Now, is it time for Wan Qiu to be comforted?

Such clear eyes that carry the light of happiness?

Wan Qiu rubbed Chu Yigui's chest intimately, as if he wanted to convey something.

Chu Yigui couldn't understand it.

I could only relax and accept Wan Qiu’s embrace.

"Am I too tired?" Chu Yigui said slowly. For some reason, compared to the strength of Wan Qiu's embrace, he leaned on Wan Qiu more. "I'm a little confused now. What is my brother doing?"

"I'll give it to you." Wan Qiu thought of a not-so-appropriate word.

But Chu Yigui understood.

"Are you trying to take advantage of your brother's happiness?" Chu Yigui asked.

"Yeah," Wan Qiu responded, burying himself in Chu Yigui's arms and nuzzling as hard as he could.

Happiness should be like the scales dropped by a butterfly, you can always find them if you shake them off.

Chu Yigui smiled.

Perhaps because he was buried in Chu Yigui’s chest, the laughter Wan Qiu heard sounded muffled.

He couldn't see Chu Yigui's expression.

Just listening to Chu Yigui's laughter, Wan Qiu still felt that maybe it was happiness.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't here during this period." Chu Yigui slowed down his tone after laughing.

Chu Yigui also knew that Wan Qiu wouldn't care.

For Wan Qiu, as long as he would come back, he didn't mind anything.

Chu Yigui was unable to participate in the contact between Wan Qiu and Chu Zhang.

He... was rejected by Chu Zhang.

The moment Chu Zhang took Wan Qiu away from him before he left, Chu Yigui knew that he could not be involved.

He couldn't leave any trace of himself in the relationship between Chu Zhang and Wan Qiu.

"Brother." Chu Yigui bent his back and buried his head in Wan Qiu's shoulder, sighing and whispering, "We are different, right?"

"We are brothers and friends." Wan Qiu repeated the words that were very familiar to them, "We are closer."

Wan Qiu didn't know whether Chu Yigui sighed.

But he seemed to be holding a balloon that was not so full and a little wilted.

In the end, Chu Yigui left Wanqiu.

Wan Qiu raised his head and looked at Chu Yigui. Those black stars that hurt him seemed to have dissipated a lot.

He did not pass on his happiness to Chu Yigui.

But his unhappiness became less.

Wan Qiu didn't know whether this was successful.

"If my brother needs me, I will be here." Chu Yigui said calmly.

Wan Qiu felt that Chu Yigui must be very tired.

Under the dim light, Chu Yigui revealed a fatigue that was not usually seen.

Is the place he goes to a place that will make him very tired?

"Good night." Wan Qiu said.

"Good night, brother."

Wan Qiu followed behind Chu Yigui, looking at Chu Yigui's back.

Even though he was unhappy, even though he was exhausted, Chu Yigui's back was still straight.

At any time, Chu Yigui always looked beautiful in Wan Qiu's eyes.

Like a big brother.

——

When Jiang Chengfeng came back to teach Wan Qiu these two days, he found that Wan Qiu started playing with his mobile phone during the break.

I originally thought that Wan Qiu had learned how to use a cell phone and became addicted to it like other children, and I was a little worried.

But the facts were somewhat different from what he thought.

Wan Qiu doesn't seem to have the habit of hiding his cell phone from others.

Jiang Chengfeng unconsciously noticed what Wan Qiu had been looking through.

Not games, Weibo, or videos.

It's a photo album.

There are quite a lot of photos in the album, and Wan Qiu seems to be flipping through them one by one.

This was a very strange behavior. Jiang Chengfeng would care about Wan Qiu's changes, so he communicated with Yan Hua.

Yan Hua said that this was a task she had given to Chu Zhang and left for Wan Qiu.

As for why he gave it to Chu Zhang, it was because Wan Qiu cared more about his relatives than outsiders.

He will be better at thinking when facing his relatives.

Let Wanqiu find and choose something he likes without any guidance.

Wan Qiu seems to have a concept of liking someone that is basically confined to instinct.

For example, you may like your family, food, and colors, but you don’t have any hobbies or spiritual sustenance.

And now we need to let Wan Qiu understand in the process of learning, and only after learning can he understand what he likes.

Jiang Chengfeng could feel that Wan Qiu was very distressed, and even became gradually anxious after looking at the photos for a long time. At this time, Jiang Chengfeng would immediately interrupt Wan Qiu.

If you add pain and anxiety to the process of finding what you like, it will be counterproductive.

But Jiang Chengfeng also felt that Chu Zhang might have gone a little too far. Even for ordinary people, it would be difficult to find the one they like best among such a large number of photos, let alone Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu was just completely focused on the project, and looked so serious that Jiang Chengfeng didn't have the heart to interrupt him.

How can I cooperate with Dr. Yanhua's psychological counseling to counsel Wan Qiu?

For example...

Re-understand the definition of "like"?

Jiang Chengfeng is a special education teacher. What he teaches is more accurate and specific. He teaches Wanqiu the correct understanding of things, rather than psychological counseling.

Jiang Chengfeng thought for a long time and decided to play a game with Wan Qiu.

Not teaching, but playing a simple classification game.

There are three boxes, representing like, dislike, and no feeling.

Jiang Chengfeng would select some words and ask Wan Qiu to put them into these boxes respectively.

And guide Wan Qiu to think about why he likes it and why he doesn't like it.

Try to find his favorite photo from Wan Qiu's logic.

Fortunately, Wanqiu seems to be more interested in this kind of teaching game.

"Radish." Jiang Chengfeng said, while Wan Qiu wrote silently on the paper, "Which box will Wan Qiu put it in?"

Wan Qiu put the radish in his favorite box.

"Why does Wanqiu like radishes?" Jiang Chengfeng asked.

"tasty."

Jiang Chengfeng's expression was a little subtle.

"Momordica charantia."

Wan Qiu continued to write the bitter melon from memory, and then put it in his favorite box.

After hearing several consecutive words, Jiang Chengfeng was already somewhat surprised at Wanqiu's love for food.

Everyone has foods that they don’t like or are not good at eating. For example, some people don’t like coriander and Houttuynia cordata, while some people are not good at eating peppers and radishes.

But no matter which popular and hated food Jiang Chengfeng mentioned, Wan Qiu would classify it as his favorite food as long as he had eaten it.

Except for the ones I haven't eaten which are placed in the 'no feeling' box, all of them are piled up in the 'like' box without exception.

It's like there's nothing to hate.

Jiang Chengfeng would also come up with some words like "light", "wind", "leaves", and even "garbage", "dirty water", and "cockroaches", and all of them were placed in the favorite box.

Even some of the words Wanqiu can't even write.

No matter what word he proposed, as long as Wan Qiu knew the meaning, he would like it, just like he liked everything that existed in this world.

The 'like' box was already filled with notes, while the 'dislike' box was still empty.

Although Jiang Chengfeng didn't want to give Wan Qiu negative thoughts, the concept of "dislike" was still very important to Wan Qiu now.

"Darkness." Jiang Chengfeng said.

Wan Qiu wrote down the correct word for darkness, but when he wanted to put it into the word like, he hesitated.

Finally Wan Qiu put darkness into the dislike box, and it became the first word in the dislike box.

Jiang Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why don't you like darkness?"

Wan Qiu thought about it seriously and said, "I can't see anyone."

"Huh?" Jiang Chengfeng didn't understand.

“If you can’t see people, you can’t make everyone happy.”

Jiang Chengfeng's heart seemed to speed up, and he was a little surprised at Wan Qiu's habit of observing others from time to time.

"Bleeding." Jiang Chengfeng said.

This time, Wan Qiu threw it into the box he disliked without any consideration.

Jiang Chengfeng also feels a sense of accomplishment that Wan Qiu can now occasionally judge his own preferences.

"Why not?"

Wan Qiu thought for a moment and said, "Bleeding will lead to death."

Jiang Chengfeng felt that this explanation was fine, but he vaguely felt a subtle sense of incongruity that suddenly appeared around him for some unknown reason.

"Yes, then, 'pain'." Jiang Chengfeng said.

Wan Qiu wrote the two words accurately, but Jiang Chengfeng saw that Wan Qiu hesitated between "don't like" and "no feeling" when he put the words.

Jiang Chengfeng even saw that Wan Qiu seemed to want to put the pain into "like".

Jiang Chengfeng frowned. Shouldn't pain be naturally classified as dislike?

However, Wan Qiu thought about it for a long time, and finally put the pain into no feeling.

At this moment, Jiang Chengfeng was stunned.

"Why?" Even Jiang Chengfeng himself didn't notice that the question was asked a little anxiously.

"I'm not afraid of pain." Wan Qiu murmured, but after thinking for a moment he added, "I'm not afraid of constant pain."

What does that mean? Jiang Chengfeng was very confused.

"I..." Wan Qiu saw that Jiang Chengfeng did not continue with the next word, and racked his brains for a long time, "If it was my parents who beat me, I wouldn't be afraid."

Wan Qiu hadn't been beaten for a long time and had almost forgotten the feeling of pain.

But if mom or dad hit him, something was definitely wrong.

Something went wrong, and pain was good for him.

Jiang Chengfeng frowned and wanted to bear it. After all, he just wanted Wan Qiu to understand his preferences and should not confuse Wan Qiu's thinking.

But after enduring for a long time, Jiang Chengfeng couldn't hold it in anymore.

"That's not true, Wan Qiu, tell me the truth, pain is something that should be hated." Jiang Chengfeng tried to correct Wan Qiu's thoughts.

However, Wan Qiu sat in his seat and looked up. His bright eyes always showed trust in Jiang Chengfeng, but now they were not the same as before.

Wan Qiu said as a matter of course: "After being beaten, I learned my lesson. It hurts, which is a good thing."

Jiang Chengfeng choked up: "No, Wanqiu, everyone makes mistakes. People make all kinds of mistakes in their lives. After making a mistake, you must learn to admit it and correct it, and recover the consequences of the mistake, not to get beaten."

Wan Qiu pursed his lips and lowered his head: "If you beat him, won't it change?"

Jiang Chengfeng taught Wan Qiu for two months and found that Wan Qiu's own thinking had formed a system.

In the unknown field, the teachings of others are everything, but it is not so easy to shake his fixed thinking.

"This is wrong." Jiang Chengfeng thought for a moment and said, "Pain is a signal of rejection from the body, do you know that?"

Wan Qiu blinked and looked at Jiang Chengfeng blankly.

"If you eat something bad and your stomach aches, it's your body telling you that you're sick. If you get hit and your body aches, it's telling you that you're injured. If your eyes hurt, it means you need to rest."

Jiang Chengfeng tried his best to use the simplest language to tell Wan Qiu the simplest way to distinguish pain.

“Pain is your body telling you ‘no’. Any pain caused by anyone is your body saying ‘no’.”

Wan Qiu obviously didn't understand the meaning: "Isn't this just saying that after you beat me, I won't do it again? It means it's not allowed..."

Jiang Chengfeng thought about it carefully and said, "Wan Qiu, pain is your body telling you no, and pain caused by others is others telling you no."

Wan Qiu blinked. Doesn't that mean that if it hurts, it's not okay? Doesn't that mean it needs to be corrected?

Although Wan Qiu wanted to say something, facing Jiang Chengfeng's expression, Wan Qiu didn't say anything.

Jiang Chengfeng rubbed his brows. He knew that if he explained the situation to Wan Qiu now, it would be difficult for Wan Qiu to understand.

"Wanqiu will understand in the future. As long as Wanqiu knows that pain is wrong, that's enough."

Wan Qiu has been looking at Jiang Chengfeng.

Jiang Chengfeng vaguely felt that this was the first time he had been rejected by Wan Qiu since he had taught him for so long.

Even though Wan Qiu did not raise any objection, he did not seem to accept it.

Wan Qiu seemed to be thinking.

Jiang Chengfeng had no idea what he was thinking.

For Wan Qiu, pain is a word that is too complex and entangled with many realities and cannot be generalized.

Even for a period of time, pain represented love to Wan Qiu.

The feeling of being denied made Wan Qiu feel uncomfortable.

It's like...

It's like the love I once had was denied.

People always make mistakes.

Wan Qiu felt that maybe the teacher also made a mistake.

"It's okay, Wan Qiu. Even if you don't understand now, you will understand it slowly." Jiang Chengfeng comforted Wan Qiu.

Jiang Chengfeng looked at Wan Qiu and vaguely felt that this matter needed to be told to the Chu family's parents.

This matter needs to be handled by Yan Hua.

What on earth was going on that made Wan Qiu feel so confused about the word pain?

However, after that, Wan Qiu seemed to be completely immersed in his own world and began to react slowly to his words, and the following mini-game about "like" and "dislike" became sluggish.

When Wan Qiu focuses on one thing, he forgets another thing.

Wan Qiu was once again immersed in the huge and troublesome task of searching for photos.

The deadline given by Chu Zhang has come to the last day.

Thinking about sending his favorite photo and caption to Chu Zhang tomorrow night, Wan Qiu was so anxious that he couldn't sleep.

If you are undecided about something, take the initiative to ask.

And Wan Qiu knocked on Chu Yigui's door at night.

Chu Yigui seemed to be ready to sleep, with a faint scent from bathing still on his body.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Chu Yigui let Wan Qiu in.

Wan Qiu sat on the chair in Chu Yigui's room, still feeling a little conflicted.

Wan Qiu still lacks the courage to ask questions proactively.

While Wan Qiu was holding his phone and racking his brains, a glass of milk was placed in front of him.

Wan Qiucai noticed that he had been thinking for a long time, and Chu Yigui even went to the kitchen and heated up the milk.

"Relax, brother."

Wan Qiu rarely enters Chu Yigui's room. Most of the time, Wan Qiu and Chu Yigui communicate in the living room.

Wan Qiu vaguely felt that the air was filled with the scent of Chu Yigui.

The fact that Chu Yigui was beside him, and even Chu Yigui's scent enveloped him, made Wan Qiu feel much more at ease.

"I... don't know how to do my homework." Once he opened his mouth, Wan Qiu found that it was not that difficult to speak. "My eldest brother asked me to do my homework. He asked me to pick out my favorite photo from the photos of our outings and send it to him."

Chu Yigui asked: "Photos?"

Wan Qiu handed over his cell phone and opened the photo album.

Chu Yigui saw quite a lot of photos in the album.

These photos are all taken when Wan Qiu and Chu Zhang went out for fun together during the short holiday.

The itinerary for those days was shown to Chu Yigui even more clearly than the tickets and flyers.

Chu Yigui glanced through these photos that carried memories and colors, and then asked, "Brother, is there anything you don't like?"

Wan Qiu shook his head.

Is it really like this?

Chu Yigui knew very well that there was nothing he didn't like in these photos.

For Wanqiu, all the photos here are happy memories left with his family in a strange place.

"How about this?" Chu Yigui turned off the screen of his phone, placed it on the table with the screen facing down, and looked up at Wan Qiu. "I ask, and you answer me, okay?"

Wan Qiu nodded and waited for Chu Yigui to speak.