Wanqiu eats very quietly, without speaking, and her chopsticks never clink against her bowl. She never picks at the food she picks up, only eating the corner closest to her.
Wan Qiu didn't like to look up; he rarely glanced in Chu Yigui's direction, and they never served each other food.
Wanqiu revealed a subtle sense of contentment, enjoying every bite of food she put in her mouth.
Wanqiu eats scallions, ginger, garlic, and other vegetables; for him, these are dishes, not ingredients.
Unlike Wan Qiu, Chu Yigui was not easily pleased and did not immerse herself in the deliciousness of the food.
But Wanqiu's appreciation for every bite of food infected him, making him unable to have any thoughts of wasting food.
Wanqiu eats quickly, but doesn't eat much.
Wan Qiu licked his lips. The fragrant rice and delicious soup still made him hungry, but he wouldn't eat anymore once he felt slightly full.
There's still a lot left. I hope my parents can come back so I can give it to them.
After Wan Qiu put down his chopsticks, he quietly glanced at his friend.
His friend is really beautiful.
Even the way she eats is very beautiful.
With slow, deliberate movements, Wanqiu seemed to be admiring a spider plant swaying in the wind, every curve of which was beautiful.
Perhaps this is what 'elegance' is, Wan Qiu thought.
Chu Yigui's bowl of rice was empty, and Wan Qiu reached out his hand towards Chu Yigui's bowl.
Chu Yigui looked up and met Wan Qiu's eyes, her gaze filled with doubt.
Wan Qiu withdrew her hand and placed it in front of her chest, looking slightly awkward: "Aren't you going to ask for more rice?"
"I'm full." Chu Yigui placed her chopsticks on her bowl. "Thank you."
“Okay.” Wan Qiu looked away. His father had a big appetite, and Chu Yigui was taller and stronger than his father. He thought Chu Yigui would eat more.
"And you?" Chu Yigui asked.
"I'm full," Wan Qiu replied.
There was only a small half bowl of rice in Wanqiu's bowl. When Wanqiu picked up the dishes with his chopsticks, there was no sign of the rice being eaten away. Such an amount of food was far from enough to meet the nutritional needs of a growing boy.
Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu's thin wrist, which could be easily encircled, without saying a word.
"Uncle and Auntie probably won't be coming back." Chu Yigui glanced at the time; it was already nine o'clock.
"Hmm." Wan Qiu glanced at the time, pursed her lips, and unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
Chu Yigui kept a close eye on Wan Qiu, and after becoming certain that Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen would not return, he noticed a significant relaxation in her expression.
Chu Yigui had just witnessed this kind of relaxation, and Wan Qiu relaxed in the same way after confirming that he wouldn't hit him.
Eating early is a source of pressure for Wanqiu.
He will be 'punished'.
Perhaps anyone would treat a friend they've just met with seriousness and respect, but no one would be willing to be punished by their parents for such a friend.
Chu Yigui did not believe that Wan Qiu's intelligence was too low; Wan Qiu had already weighed the pros and cons.
Wanqiu chose to host him, whom she was meeting for the first time.
Wanqiu put the five dishes meant for the two of them into the refrigerator. Seeing that these delicious foods were preserved and could be enjoyed again tomorrow, Wanqiu felt indescribably happy.
After cleaning the kitchen, Wan Qiu could see Chu Yigui sitting on the sofa through the kitchen glass.
Chu Yigui kept her head down, looking at her phone and operating it. Her expression was calm, but Wan Qiu couldn't read any 'happiness' on her delicate and beautiful profile.
Chu Yigui sat on the sofa, listening to the conversation between Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu.
It was indeed very late, and the two of them were discussing how to spend the night. Sitting in the car, waiting on the street where Wanqiu was nowhere to be seen, was pointless.
Chu Jianshu wanted to take Yang Xiaoyu back, but Yang Xiaoyu preferred to stay closer to Wanqiu.
The result of the discussion was that they decided to stay in a suite at a nearby hotel, so that Chu Yigui would have a place to stay immediately when she left Wan Qiu's house.
"I'll stay here tonight. Those two won't be back today. I'll stay with my brother, but we might not be able to talk on the phone as often. I'll send important messages to Mom and Dad," Chu Yigui suggested.
Yang Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment: "Yi Gui, this is very difficult for you."
"No, Mom, it's not tough here. My brother has kept the house very clean."
With Yang Xiaoyu's tacit approval, Chu Yigui finally said goodnight.
After taking off the headphones, my ears felt a little sore, so I rubbed them with my fingers.
"Want to play this?" Suddenly, a stack of playing cards was pushed in front of Chu Yigui, and Wan Qiu, who was on the opposite side of the coffee table, took out some things.
There are game props such as playing cards, mahjong tiles, dice, and a penalty game roulette wheel.
Wan Qiu was a little nervous.
These things all belong to Dad and Mom; Wanqiu has never played with them.
“Actually, you can still sing, but you might have to keep it down,” Wan Qiu said.
He sings too loudly at night, and neighbors come to his door to complain. Every time, it's a big fuss, and his family has always had a bad relationship with their neighbors.
Wan Qiu secretly planned that if a friend wanted to sing, he could apologize to the neighbor in advance and ask for their permission.
Chu Yigui looked at the person in front of her, her older brother who was born in the same year but only a few months older, yet when Chu Yigui looked into those eyes, it felt like she was looking at a child.
The child is now trying very hard to please him.
Even though he had no hobbies, she racked her brains to try and win his favor with anything she knew that could bring him joy.
Everything Wanqiu has experienced and gone through could potentially contribute to darkness.
But the reality is different.
When he met Wan Qiu's gaze, his bright, even empty, yet extremely clear and honest eyes reflected a soul that harbored malicious suspicions about him.
"Don't you like singing either?" Wan Qiu stared at Chu Yigui.
He seemed to be gazing at a deep pool, its surface clear yet its depths unfathomable, layers of transparent blue settling into an impenetrable black at the deepest point.
Wanqiu, as the host, was in a very awkward position.
"What do you like?" Perhaps it's not too late to prepare now.
"Can I stay here tonight?" Wan Qiu's unease was conveyed to Chu Yigui, who blinked and gathered all her thoughts.
After much thought, I realized that, generally speaking, my parents' friends wouldn't stay overnight here.
However, it didn't say that staying overnight was not allowed.
"Okay." Wan Qiu usually agrees to things that are not explicitly prohibited.
He also used this method to learn, albeit stumbling, what his parents disliked, and once he made a mistake, he wouldn't repeat it.
“Wanqiu, unconditional acceptance and tolerance of someone doesn’t necessarily earn you kindness; it might even bring misfortune,” Chu Yigui said.
Wan Qiu tilted his head: "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing." A complex look appeared in Chu Yigui's eyes as she changed the subject. "Thank you for allowing me to stay. This may become a day worth remembering in the future."
Wan Qiu didn't understand Chu Yigui's words, only knowing that Chu Yigui still didn't show any 'happy' expression.
When friends are together, happiness should be as cute and lively as popcorn, and it should also have a sweet aroma.
As Chu Yigui's friend, he failed to make Chu Yigui happy. Does this prove that he is not a qualified friend?
Wanqiu was making friends for the first time. He wanted to make his friends happy, but he had no way to do so.
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