Wan Qiu's condition seemed to have really improved a lot, at least on the surface.

The Chu family discovered that Wan Qiu seemed to be getting closer to Chu Yigui.

Originally, the relationship between the two children was very delicate, but now they are inseparable, like twins who have been hugging each other since before birth.

Although it seems like Wan Qiu is sticking to Chu Yigui unilaterally, if you observe carefully, you will find that Chu Yigui will basically wait for Wan Qiu no matter what he plans to do.

Although I don’t know what happened to change the relationship between the two children, it doesn’t seem to be a bad thing at the moment.

"Baby, the New Year is coming soon." Yang Xiaoyu suddenly proposed without any warning at the dinner table, "Can mommy take you to meet your grandparents?"

Wan Qiu was eating when his chopsticks suddenly stopped on the rice and he looked up.

He was unable to react to Yang Xiaoyu's words for a short while.

Grandpa and grandma?

The only person in Wan Qiu's mind is Wan Xiaohua.

"I have grandparents?" Wan Qiu widened his eyes, expressing surprise.

"Yes, of course there is. Otherwise, how did your father come?" Yang Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing. "Not only do we have grandparents, but we also have grandparents. We in Wanqiu have too many relatives to count."

Wan Qiu always thought that suddenly having three more brothers was a big deal, and he never thought that he would have so many more relatives.

Wan Qiu lowered his head and continued to eat his rice bowl, but his mind was already distracted.

Grandpa and grandma, grandpa and grandma.

The only person Wan Qiu could think of who could match him was Wan Xiaohua.

My grandmother has been suffering from mental illness and is always called a crazy woman by the villagers.

"If baby doesn't want to see it..." Although Yang Xiaoyu made a suggestion, his tone did not sound enthusiastic.

Or perhaps it was her subtle attitude that made Wan Qiu sense a hint of "unhappiness".

Wan Qiu quietly tightened his chopsticks and asked hesitantly, "Can't we meet?"

"Of course, if you're willing, you can go tomorrow," said Yang Xiaoyu.

Tomorrow...tomorrow?

Wan Qiu didn't expect it to come so soon.

However, Yang Xiaoyu glanced at Chu Jianshu and said, "But there's no need to expect too much, baby. Just relax."

Wan Qiu didn't know what was hidden in Yang Xiaoyu's words.

But he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Wan Qiu has no memory of his grandparents.

It didn't seem to be involved in the memories that he recalled.

What kind of person is he?

Wan Qiu didn't ask, but he still pictured the appearance of his grandparents over and over again in his mind.

His ideas are more like the kind grandmother and serious grandfather in cartoons.

It looks fat and has a kind smile on its face against the warm-toned animated background.

After dinner, Wan Qiu followed Chu Yigui out of habit.

In his spare time, Chu Yigui would teach him some things.

Chu Yigui re-taught Wan Qiu the courses that Wan Qiu had already learned from the third to the fifth grade.

With Jiang Chengfeng's teaching as a foundation, Wan Qiu accepted these things much faster.

Their time is always intertwined.

When Chu Yigui needs to do his own thing, Wan Qiu will fiddle with some toys on the side.

Wanqiu has quite a lot of toys, ranging from simple to complex.

Because he didn't want to see his toys gathering dust, Wan Qiu played with all of them one by one.

Chu Yigui specially cleared out a large area for Wan Qiu in his room, study and other private spaces, which was used to store Wan Qiu's things.

There was a pile of puzzles in front of Wan Qiu. These were not toys given to him by the Chu family, but were given to him by Huang Hu on his last birthday.

Wan Qiu has been fighting for a long time.

Unfortunately, progress is very slow.

Now, not even a single piece of it has been successful.

After a long time, Wan Qiu asked, "What are grandparents like?"

"Grandpa and grandma." Chu Yigui paused while doing his homework, turned around and said to Wan Qiu, "They are more serious people."

Wan Qiu sat on the blanket, looking up at Chu Yigui, feeling confused.

"You'll see it tomorrow. It's nothing. If you don't know what to do, just stand by me," said Chu Yigui.

Wan Qiu nodded.

Keep your head down and do the puzzle.

However, as he was fighting, his hands stopped moving.

Wan Qiu raised his head and looked at Chu Yigui.

Faintly, he seemed to feel that Chu Yi had changed.

Something is different.

Wan Qiu seemed to have begun to vaguely sense Chu Yigui's emotions.

Chu Yigui was like a dark pool of stagnant water surrounded by mud. Wan Qiu, who had never been able to get close to it, seemed as if he was stepping on plants growing vigorously in the mud and touching the cold stagnant water.

The touch between fingers and the water surface created ripples on the water surface.

Even if it's only such a shallow surface.

But it was as if I was gazing into the dark water, which actually possessed a clarity that could not be reached in the distant depths.

For Wanqiu, seeing his relatives is a happy thing.

But Chu Yigui's performance was not like that.

Chu Yigui's current expression was calm, as if he was just talking about an ordinary thing.

But in reality, he is so indifferent that it seems like he doesn't care about his grandparents at all.

Through Chu Yigui, Wan Qiu began to have some subtle, first-level feelings towards his grandparents.

Wan Qiu sent a message to Zhou Peiyu, wanting to ask what kind of people his grandparents were.

Once Zhou Peiyu received a message from Wan Qiu, he would reply very quickly, as if he was standing next to the phone.

Zhou Peiyu: My grandparents are so nice to me. Every time I go to their house, I can get a lot of pocket money!

Zhou Peiyu: But my grandparents love to nag. Every time I visit them, they nag me for a long time.

Nagging? Wan Qiu tilted his head.

Zhou Peiyu: But your grandparents wouldn’t be like that, right? I don’t know what rich grandparents are like.

Wan Qiu sent a message: What can I do to make my grandparents happy?

Zhou Peiyu: As long as I call my grandparents a few more times, they will be very happy. They will also be happy if I eat more of their food.

Zhou Peiyu: They like me and they are happy with whatever I do.

Zhou Peiyu: If you really don’t know, why not ask your parents?

When Wan Qiu saw this, he was stunned and glanced at the time.

Mom and Dad should not be asleep at this time, right?

"Don't worry too much, brother." When Wan Qiu was still thinking about asking Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu, Chu Yigui's voice came from the side, "You don't need to do anything special, just go back and take a look."

Wan Qiu opened his mouth hesitantly, but in the end he just said "hmm".

Chu Yigui didn't say anything else, and Wan Qiu just focused on putting the puzzle together with his head down.

In the quiet room, the only sounds were the turning of pages, the sound of pens putting down their hands, and the shallow breathing of the two teenagers.

Before Wan Qiu went to bed, in the quiet bedroom, Wan Qiu thought about the New Year's Day in the past.

Although Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai don’t celebrate the Chinese New Year very often, grandma still does.

When grandma was awake, she would get up earlier than usual on the New Year's Day on the old calendar.

Pulling Wanqiu out of the warm bed, they dressed him and went out to the market together in the dark night.

The market place was far away, grandma had poor legs and feet, and Wanqiu was young at the time, so they had to leave early.

The sky was dim, and the blue world was still covered with ice and snow. He and his grandmother were walking on the roadside.

Wan Qiu remembered that the weather was cold and white mist came out with every breath.

Because I was wearing my grandmother's big cotton-padded jacket, which covered my ankles and was very heavy, but I was walking all the time, so I didn't feel too cold.

By the time they arrived at the market, it was already daybreak.

The market in winter looks particularly warm.

Thick white smoke from hot air wafted out from many breakfast stalls, making the place look very warm.

Wanqiu likes to go to the market very much.

Grandma seldom came to the market, and Wanqiu himself would never come.

But whenever he came here, his grandmother would buy him a hot meat bun. When he was very hungry in the morning, that meat bun seemed like the most delicious meat bun in the world.

Wan Qiu didn't know how much money grandma had, but it was probably not much.

Wanqiu always wraps his wallet with a clean cloth and puts it in his pocket. He learned this from his grandmother.

Grandma would buy some couplets, some meat, some candy, and even some firecrackers.

Wanqiu would paste couplets with her grandmother, help her cook, and then put candies on the table.

Wan Qiu came to light the gun.

The loud crackling sound blew away the cold and made the room warm.

Everyone in the village was in high spirits, and many relatives that Wan Qiu didn't usually see returned to the village. He could see all kinds of strangers.

At this time, Wan Qiu would always get a lot of candies and snacks from strangers. As long as he went to pay New Year's greetings, Wan Qiu would always get something.

Wanqiu would store all the candies in a small box, which was a happy harvest during the Chinese New Year.

In this way, even after the Chinese New Year, Wan Qiu can have a long time to think that he has candy to eat.

Wan Qiu pursed his lips.

I can still seem to recall the sweet taste left by those candies in my mouth.

That was an extremely happy and blissful time for Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu didn't know when the Chinese New Year would be, as he couldn't quite read the calendar.

But I heard from Butler Bai that tonight is New Year's Eve.

Wan Qiu looked at his home in confusion, which was the same as usual. There were no candies on the table and no window decorations on the windows, but Wan Qiu saw that Butler Bai had brought couplets.

Wan Qiu followed immediately, and Butler Bai put on Wan Qiu's coat after seeing him.

"Wanqiu, do you want to post the couplets with me?" asked Butler Bai.

Wan Qiu nodded.

"Young master, can you help me check if what I pasted is correct?" Butler Bai smiled and accepted Wan Qiu's help.

"It's crooked... on the left, a little bit lower, um..." Wan Qiu stood not far away and watched Butler Bai put up the couplets.

Wan Qiu found that it seemed like everyone was away today.

After so much time, Wan Qiu also realized that these people at home were not all his relatives.

Neither is Butler Bai.

But Butler Bai is just like his relatives.

"Will you spend the New Year here?" Wan Qiu asked.

"I'll have a day off this afternoon, and Wan Qiu will go to grandpa and grandma's house with mom and dad." Butler Bai said to Wan Qiu gently.

"Grandpa and grandma." Wan Qiu was now full of curiosity about these two strange people.

Butler Bai's expression was a little subtle, and he stood in front of Wan Qiu.

Probably because he was going to post the couplets, he didn't wear a coat. Now the simple butler's uniform looked particularly thin on him.

Butler Bai wanted to say something, but Wan Qiu pulled Butler Bai's sleeve and entered the house.

After the door was closed, the warmth of the entire room enveloped Butler Bai, and a look of relief appeared on Butler Bai's face.

"Our Wanqiu is becoming more and more considerate." Butler Bai has a faint doting on Wanqiu. "Wanqiu, are you happy at home recently?"

Wan Qiu nodded.

"Mom and Dad love each other very much, right?" asked Butler Bai.

Wan Qiu responded, "Yes."

Butler Bai noticed that there was no one around, so he reached out and ruffled Wan Qiu's hair, which was obviously not an action a butler should do.

"Everyone in Wanqiu's family is full of love." Butler Bai smiled at Wanqiu, "Wanqiu can believe that whether it is your father, mother or brothers and sisters, they all love you. You don't need to worry too much about other people."

Wan Qiu didn't know what Butler Bai wanted to say.

But in the end he just nodded, as if he agreed with this statement.

This is Wanqiu's first time going out together.

When Wan Qiu sat in the back seat of the car, Yang Xiaoyu was sitting next to him, and Chu Yigui was sitting in the passenger seat.

Chu Jianshu and Yang Ze were sitting in another car.

Wan Qiu knew that they were going to their grandparents' house.

But Chu Zhang is not here.

The singing voice echoed in the car, it was the singer whose voice was very similar to Chu Zhang's.

Sometimes Wan Qiu would wonder if his elder brother was actually this singer?

Wan Qiu didn't dwell on this issue too much. To Wan Qiu, being a celebrity was as far away and unattainable as real stars.

Wan Qiu looked out the car window and saw small vendors selling bright red things everywhere. Even though there didn't seem to be as dense a red as in the countryside, he could still feel the New Year atmosphere.

"Baby, what are your wishes for the new year?" Yang Xiaoyu tried to communicate with Wan Qiu and secretly test Wan Qiu's thoughts.

Wan Qiu shook his head.

"Is there nothing you want at all?" Yang Xiaoyu asked unwillingly.

Wan Qiu could tell that his mother really wanted him to answer something.

But Wan Qiu really couldn't think of anything he wanted.

"I have everything, Mom."

For Wan Qiu, there has never been a time when he has more than he does now. What more he can have is something Wan Qiu dare not even think about.

Yang Xiaoyu sighed deeply: "Our baby really has no desires at all. As a child of our Chu family, we must learn to be greedy."

Wan Qiu thought about it.

How can he become greedy?

However, Chu Yigui said, "Brother, what mom means is that you can have something you want to do."

Things you want to do.

Wan Qiu thought about it carefully.

He looked at Yang Xiaoyu who was looking forward to it again.

If he really wants to do something...

"I hope my family can make a lot of money." Wan Qiu said seriously.

There was a brief silence in the car, and suddenly Yang Xiaoyu burst into laughter.

Wan Qiu was suddenly hugged by Yang Xiaoyu: "Oh, yes, yes, mom will work hard to make money and take good care of our baby."

Yang Xiaoyu's expression gradually became subtle as he rubbed Wan Qiu.

She could guess that Wan Qiu's idea was the best wish he could think of.

"Since baby doesn't have any wishes, can you let mom make a wish?" Yang Xiaoyu pinched Wan Qiu's cheek, which already looked rosy and healthy. "And baby, can you help mom make this wish come true?"

Wan Qiu nodded. As long as his parents wanted to do it, he was willing to do it.

Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hair and said, "Mom hopes that baby can rely on mom a little more."

Yang Xiaoyu saw doubt in Wan Qiu's beautiful and clear eyes.

Yang Xiaoyu guessed that Wan Qiu probably didn't notice the changes in him at all.

However, as Yang Xiaoyu, who had been watching Wan Qiu, he could clearly feel the rapid changes in Wan Qiu over the past six months.

And Wan Qiu's attitude suddenly became different after his last fever.

The child who had relied on her wholeheartedly when she first arrived at the Chu family, now seemed to be distancing herself from her.

Yang Xiaoyu also knew that this was a process of a child growing up. Even though Wan Qiu was not very old, he was already fifteen years old.

But Yang Xiaoyu was a little unwilling.

Wan Xiaohua and Ning Qiaozhen occupied the days when Wan Qiu was most dependent on his parents, but as a mother, she had not enjoyed Wan Qiu's dependence for long before Wan Qiu began to become independent.

If Wan Qiu was a little bit spoiled, Yang Xiaoyu would have more ways to pamper Wan Qiu.

But the opposite happened. The child was so well-behaved that it made people feel distressed.

Wan Qiu didn't quite understand what Yang Xiaoyu said, but instinctively, Wan Qiu said to Yang Xiaoyu: "Mom, I love you."

At this moment, Yang Xiaoyu no longer remembered any reluctance.

"Huh? What? Why do you suddenly say that?" Yang Xiaoyu asked deliberately, wanting to hear something nice from Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu tilted his head: "Because, I love you?"

Wan Qiu felt that this was a matter of course.

Wan Qiu should have said the same thing to his mother when his mother told him that she loved him.

He will tell his family that he loves them, much more than he remembers of the past.

"Baby, what you said is true. I should turn on the recording." Yang Xiaoyu looked away and fiddled with his phone as if he really wanted to turn on the recording.

But after trying several times and opening other functions, I still couldn't find where the recording was.

Yang Xiaoyu's cheeks felt a little hot.

She never thought that being confessed to by her own child would be so embarrassing.

Among her children, Wan Qiu had the shortest contact with him, but he was the first one to say he loved her.

Although it was not a particularly memorable day, Yang Xiaoyu felt that today would be an unforgettable day for a long time to come.

"Mom loves you too." Yang Xiaoyu finally put down her phone and gave up recording. Perhaps sometimes it is enough to just remember it in memory.

Wan Qiu saw the joy emanating from Yang Xiaoyu, which was as beautiful as the white snowflakes.

Wan Qiu was very confused.

Is it such a joy to say 'I love you'?

Wan Qiu leaned forward until he could see Chu Yigui: "Brother, I love you."

Chu Yigui smiled: "I love my brother too."

Yang Xiaoyu watched from the side, and a warm feeling washed over her heart.

As a mother, she was filled with joy as she watched her children confess their love to each other in harmony.

Since Wan Qiu was born, I have come to understand more and more that it is very important to let children know how to love freedom and love someone.

Chu Jianshu's condition has been getting better and better recently.

Yang Xiaoyu's expression was a little subtle.

Is she...

I also need to have a good talk with Yang Ze.

The child who has always been blamed and ignored by himself.

Yang Xiaoyu wanted to reconcile, but was hesitant because of his half-hearted mentality.

Suddenly Yang Xiaoyu heard Chu Yigui's voice: "Brother, do you want to send a voice message to let dad and brother know too?"

Yang Xiaoyu immediately pricked up his ears.

"Hmm..." Wan Qiu lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, typing a sentence using voice, "Dad, big brother, second brother, I love you."

Yang Xiaoyu: “…” Why didn’t she record it just now!

Chu Jianshu opened it after receiving the family group message alert.

It was a voice message from Wan Qiu.

After clicking, Wan Qiu's voice appeared on Chu Jianshu's and Yang Ze's mobile phones respectively.

Chu Jianshu unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his cold expression began to melt.

There are changes in Wanqiu.

After realizing that there was no love in their previous life, Chu Jianshu naturally felt Wan Qiu's alienation towards them.

This alienation is not out of fear, but something more special, a secret that they don't know.

But Wanqiu is always Wanqiu.

A child who falls in love with his family.

Chu Jianshu turned his head to look at Yang Ze who was sitting on the other side. Yang Ze's expression was still stiff, and when he got nervous, his face would become so serious that it seemed overly fierce.

Looks very nervous.

Chu Jianshu said: "Yang Ze, when you get to your grandparents, try to talk to them as much as possible."

Yang turned his head and said, "I know, Dad."

"If they do this to Wan Qiu... remember to keep an eye on the situation." Chu Jianshu said.

"I know." Yang Ze's expression returned to calm.

——

When Wan Qiu arrived at this strange place, he realized that it was not as big as his parents' home.

It is one of a group of small villas, but the surrounding facilities are very good.

Wan Qiu saw the hospital and the school, and passed by a bustling commercial street.

Wan Qiu got out of the car. There was no snow on the ground. All the snow had been cleaned up and even piled neatly on the side.

Chu Jianshu rang the doorbell, and soon a slightly old female voice came: "Who is it?"

"Mom, it's me." Chu Jianshu replied immediately.

"Come in." The door opened automatically.

Wan Qiu followed Chu Jianshu and stepped into the small villa.

Wan Qiu looked around and saw a clean courtyard, some green coniferous trees, and a neat little garden.

A clean villa with an iron gate.

The door was opened.

Wan Qiu saw an old woman standing at the door.

Wan Qiu looked at the old man.

Is this grandma?

"Mom, Happy New Year." Chu Jianshu said in front of the old woman, still with a cold look on his face. However, thinking that Wan Qiu was watching them, he smiled and gave the old woman a more intimate hug. "Your son is here to see you."

The old woman was obviously a little surprised. She stretched out her hands and gently hugged Chu Jianshu: "Come in, it's cold outside. Your father is waiting for you inside."

The door kept the winter cold out, and the maid who did not go home for the New Year at the old woman's house handed slippers to everyone.

"Mom, long time no see." Yang Xiaoyu said to the old woman.

"Yeah." The old woman nodded.

"Grandma." Yang Ze also called out.

"Hello, grandma." Chu Yigui bowed his head respectfully.

Wan Qiu also hesitated and wanted to call grandma, but he was very nervous without permission.

"Wan Qiu, come here." Chu Jianshu called Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu released the hand that had been holding Chu Yigui's sleeve. Before they separated, Chu Yigui gently held Wan Qiu's wrist, as if to comfort him.

Chu Jianshu put one hand around Wan Qiu's shoulders and half-hugged her in his arms, showing a protective attitude: "Mom, this is Wan Qiu. I told you on the phone, Wan Qiu, call me grandma."

Wan Qiu called out obediently, "Grandma."

"Yeah." Grandma Chu didn't seem that enthusiastic. She looked at Wan Qiu and said, "You're so thin. You look like you're going to fall down. You need to take more nutrition."

Wan Qiu looked at Grandma Chu. Although his words were clearly of concern, he did not see any happiness in Grandma Chu.

Because when I saw him, I became unhappy.

"Come in quickly."

When Wan Qiu saw Grandma Chu greeting Yang Ze and Chu Yigui, a slight joy emerged in his heart.

Wan Qiu seemed to sense the difference vaguely.

Wan Qiu knew.

This means dislike.

Chu Jianshu did not let go of Wan Qiu's shoulders, but took Wan Qiu to the other side.

Wan Qiu unconsciously turned around and looked at Chu Yigui, and Chu Yigui also looked at Wan Qiu. When their eyes met, it seemed as if something was conveyed.

There were some other people in the living room, and they were talking about something noisily.

Grandma Chu asked the maid to pour water for the few people and sat on the sofa. The TV in the room was on, and the sound of the TV was cheerful.

Grandma Chu looked up and said, "Isn't Chu Zhang coming this year?"

Yang Xiaoyu said: "Chu Zhang is still very busy today. There are many activities during the New Year."

Grandma Chu didn't say anything, but said calmly, without any irony, "You are willing to come this year."

Yang Xiaoyu did not respond: "This year, quite a few people came back to celebrate the New Year together, and Jianshu can have a good chat with everyone."

Grandma Chu said coldly: "What are you talking about? You brought back a... child. Shouldn't the topic be all about the child?"

Yang Xiaoyu frowned but said nothing.

Grandma Chu looked at Yang Ze, her expression softened a little: "Go and say hello to your grandfather. Your grandfather has been looking forward to your return."

"I'll go in a bit." Yang Ze said. Although he didn't show any expression, his tone was at least good. "I have to accompany grandma first."

Grandma Chu finally smiled and didn't seem so stingy anymore.

Chu Yigui sat quietly in his seat, his eyes not looking anywhere, but he seemed to have blended perfectly into the environment. He would neither be noticed nor ignored.

Wan Qiu followed Chu Jianshu and walked in this strange home.

This place is just like my own home, with new and beautiful space everywhere.

It was completely different from the grandmother's house in Wanqiu's memory. The dust, dampness and smell of ash only existed in his memory.

When Wan Qiu arrived at a room full of books, his first impression was the aroma of tea.

At the huge tea table, I saw two or three old men drinking tea.

"Jianshu, you're back. Where's Aze?" One of the old men smiled happily when he saw Chu Jianshu.

However, Chu Jianshu said to the other party: "Aze will come up and say hello to Dad in a while. Dad, I will bring Wanqiu to see you. Wanqiu, call me grandpa."

"Grandpa." Wan Qiu said, his eyes observing Grandpa Chu.

There was no unhappiness, there was some happiness, but not because of him.

"Wan Qiu, come here." Grandpa Chu said to Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu subconsciously wanted to obey Grandpa Chu's words, but Chu Jianshu's actions were somewhat obstructive.

Wan Qiu subconsciously wanted to look up to ask Chu Jianshu's opinion, but was pushed slightly by Chu Jianshu.

This action meant agreement, and Wan Qiu moved closer to Grandpa Chu.

"This child has eyes like Yang Xiaoyu and a nose like yours." Grandpa Chu looked Wan Qiu up and down and asked Chu Jianshu, "This child is about fourteen or fifteen years old this year."

"Yes, Dad, he is already fifteen years old." Chu Jianshu replied.

"He looks too thin and not healthy at all. You should give him more nutrition. He is already 15 years old. If he doesn't grow taller, he will be too short."

"If you are too short, it will be difficult for you to find a wife in the future." Someone on the side also said.

"Is this child quiet? He doesn't seem to know how to deal with things. His temperament is somewhat similar to Yang Ze, who himself is also a quiet person."

Wan Qiu stood among several people, listening to all the topics surrounding him.

But Wan Qiu didn't feel like he was standing here.

Just like a goldfish in a round water tank, looking at the world outside the tank, it seems blurry and exaggerated.

Grandpa Chu pushed Wan Qiu and said, "Okay, let Yang Ze come to see me. He finally comes once, isn't he in a hurry to see Grandpa?"

"Okay, Dad." Chu Jianshu put his arm around Wan Qiu's shoulders and took him away.

On the empty staircase, Chu Jianshu said to Wan Qiu: "Wan Qiu."

Wan Qiu raised his head and looked at Chu Jianshu.

"No matter what grandpa and grandma say, just listen to it." Chu Jianshu sighed and ruffled Wan Qiu's hair, "Don't think too much."

Wan Qiu vaguely realized that perhaps Grandpa Chu and Grandma Chu didn't like their attitude towards him.

Even though he didn't feel anything.

Wan Qiu returned to Chu Yigui's side, and Chu Yigui turned his head to observe Wan Qiu.

He held Wan Qiu's hand.

The two teenagers sat quietly on the couch, taking up even less space next to each other.

In the warm room, it seems that only the other person is the warmest.

In fact, the atmosphere of the entire New Year is very noisy.

Because there are a lot of people.

We eat together, drink together, and chat together.

The nagging sound never stopped.

Chu Yigui is always by Wan Qiu's side, and so is Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu observed Grandpa Chu and Grandma Chu. These were completely different old people in his impression.

They are very spirited.

There are no bent backs, no thick calluses on the hands. Even though they are equally old, their eyes are clear and their teeth are beautiful.

Everyone seemed to enjoy talking to Grandpa and Grandma.

But Wan Qiu's only interaction with his grandparents was the brief moment he spent greeting them when he entered the door.

Wan Qiu and Chu Yigui went to wash their hands together. It was Wan Qiu's habit to wash his hands before eating and to wipe his mouth after eating.

In the huge bathroom, Chu Yigui tilted his head and looked at Wan Qiu in the mirror.

"Brother, don't grandpa and grandma like me?" Wan Qiu wiped the water drops dripping from his hands with a tissue beside him, folded them neatly and threw them into the trash can full of messy paper balls.

"Yeah." Chu Yigui responded.

So that's it.

There is nothing disappointing about Wanqiu.

He was looking forward to his grandparents, but he was not looking forward to their love.

But looking forward to their existence.

"Do grandpa and grandma like my younger brother?" Wan Qiu asked.

“I don’t like it.” Chu Yigui was very aware of the neglect he received from the old couple who valued blood relationship more.

"Do you like grandpa and grandma?" However, Wan Qiu asked another question.

Chu Yigui did not answer.

In the quiet space filled with quiet light, Wan Qiu still could not see an accurate answer to the question from Chu Yigui.

"I heard he was a fool. I thought he was the same fool I've seen before, with crooked mouth and eyes or twisted hands and feet. He seemed quite normal just now."

"Didn't you see that he didn't talk? It seems like he has a psychological problem."

"Chu Jianshu is really pitiful. The most outstanding one is his adopted son, and the lost son came back as a fool. In my opinion, it's because he has too much money. I think his luck has ended here, and he may go downhill in the future."

Chu Yigui looked outside the bathroom. Although their voices were not loud, they could be heard because of the close distance.

Wan Qiu also heard it.

Wan Qiu opened the door and reunited with Chu Yigui.

Several people were startled and looked over with embarrassment on their faces.

But Wan Qiu did not react to these words which were laced with a hint of malice. Even though he understood the malice, he would not feel the same malice towards them.

Among the memories of picking up garbage, countless memories that were called malicious returned one by one, allowing Wan Qiu to know what kind of environment he was in.

But I also know that...

Even if the words are obviously malicious, if they come from a stranger, there is no need to take them seriously.

He won't pick up a single bottle less, he won't lose money, and he won't lose a good life.

only……

Why do you say such things?

Why should you spread malice towards others?

"Why do you say that?" Wan Qiu looked up at these people who were taller and more mature than him, "Why do you say that?"

Wan Qiu wants to understand the birth of malice.

As long as you understand enough, you may understand why those words deep in your memory only leave behind thick black anger.

"Well, I was just saying it casually, no harm meant." Several people felt a little embarrassed and changed the subject.

Wan Qiu stood there and watched the few people leave them.

They didn't look him in the eye again until they left.

He didn't get any answers.

"Was there no malice in what you said just now?" Wan Qiu didn't understand, so he turned around and asked Chu Yigui, who had been quiet from beginning to end.

"Yes." Chu Yigui replied, "Malice will arise, but it will not be acknowledged."

"What if you admit it?" Wan Qiu continued to ask.

"That must be extremely disgusting."

Wan Qiu looked up at Chu Yigui, the handsome and beautiful, excellent younger brother.

"I don't hate you." Wan Qiu was very sure. No matter how many times he said it, he would get the same answer, "Not at all."

"Yeah." Chu Yigui replied, "I know."

"Don't care about them." Wan Qiu raised his head and tugged at Chu Yigui's clothes.

"I don't care, and neither does my brother. Don't worry about it." Chu Yigui remained calm from beginning to end.

"Yeah." Wan Qiu nodded.

Wan Qiu let go of Chu Yigui's clothes and held Chu Yigui's hand.

Chu Yigui tightened his fingers and wrapped Wan Qiu's fingers in his palm.

"Are you going back now?" Grandpa Chu and Grandma Chu stood at the door together and said to Chu Jianshu and his family who were about to leave, "You can stay here tonight."

"No need." Chu Jianshu said, "I have other plans tonight."

"Really? Then be careful on your way home tonight." Grandma Chu said calmly without asking any extra questions.

Wan Qiu watched his family say goodbye, but Grandpa Chu and Grandma Chu never kept their eyes on them.

It would probably take a long time to go back.

But they left anyway.

Yang Xiaoyu let out a deep breath, and his complexion finally looked better.

It’s not like those dark, mocking voices aren’t heard here.

The reason why I brought Wan Qiu back was because Wan Qiu wanted to come back.

They are willing to meet all of Wan Qiu's expectations.

But now it seems better not to reply.

The driver had left as per usual and drove away with one car.

So they came in two cars.

Yang Ze took the initiative to get in the driver's seat, and Chu Jianshu sat in the passenger seat.

It was getting late, and Yang Ze was driving slowly, so the atmosphere in the car was too quiet.

Yang Xiaoyu