Wan Qiu's hand, which was gripping Yang Xiaoyu's clothes, tightened unconsciously.
When unable to determine whether a mistake has been made, Wanqiu instinctively takes the blame upon himself.
"Mom." Her voice was barely audible, but Wan Qiu tried her best to soothe Yang Xiaoyu's anxious and agitated state. "I'm sorry."
Even though she was filled with anger, Yang Xiaoyu, who was always concerned about Wan Qiu, went to see Wan Qiu immediately.
The oppressive, almost suffocating atmosphere was like a gradually cooling cold storage room. The child, losing warmth, silently hugged himself, not even daring to escape.
Yang Xiaoyu knew that she couldn't do this in front of her child, who was already overly sensitive to emotions but couldn't distinguish right from wrong.
"I'm sorry, baby." Yang Xiaoyu kissed his forehead, hoping to calm Wanqiu's anxiety and tension. "I'm sorry, it's Mommy's fault."
Wan Qiu looked up and noticed that the restless, throbbing 'unhappiness' around Yang Xiaoyu seemed to be gradually disappearing.
It's like boiling water that's being heated suddenly losing its heat source, and it stops bubbling.
Yang Xiaoyu's calmness naturally affected Wanqiu, whose anxiety was soothed by Yang Xiaoyu's comfort.
Yang Xiaoyu is blaming herself.
Yan Hua had clearly told me not to constantly show negative emotions in front of Wan Qiu, because Wan Qiu cared too much and would change according to her mood.
I couldn't control my temper just now and lost it in front of Wanqiu.
"Forget it, baby, let's go." Yang Xiaoyu lost interest in the others.
Yang Xiaoyu led Wan Qiu to the school leaders' office, where the leaders poured tea.
The gentle aroma of tea could not suppress the tense atmosphere.
The school leaders silently sized up the person in front of them.
Every item on Yang Xiaoyu's body is a valuable high-end item, and the school leaders do have that discerning eye.
It can be inferred that this parent did this on purpose.
The school leaders remembered Wan Qiu because of Wan Qiu's "special" circumstances and his last-place ranking in the grade.
But unexpectedly, he had an even more unusual background.
This was Wan Qiu's first time in the school leaders' office. As an ordinary student, he was stiff and dared not make any movements.
The school leaders looked at Wan Qiu, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Who was afraid of whom now?
"I'm really sorry. After all, it's inevitable that some students will be overlooked when one teacher is responsible for so many students. This student is quite special, and we want to take better care of him. His teachers have always been very dedicated to teaching him, but perhaps over time, they haven't been able to take care of everyone."
The school leader wiped his sweat, and he vaguely realized that Yang Xiaoyu looked very familiar.
Although he didn't know if it was the once-popular star he was thinking of, just seeing this scene was enough to make him nervous.
"If such a small school can't accommodate so many students, it shouldn't accept them. No one would want to sit in a corner where they can't see the blackboard, would they?"
For Wanqiu's sake, Yang Xiaoyu had tried her best to suppress her anger, but her words were inevitably barbed.
"Of course, we will pay more attention to this matter in the future," the school leader immediately replied.
"My child has been bullied at school." Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu, her voice still gentle, but the content sounded anything but kind. "There are no surveillance cameras. Shouldn't you install some for the sake of student unity and peace?"
"Of course, we are also making preparations, but the funds are not yet in place. Once the funds are sufficient, we will install it as soon as possible." The school leader gave Yang Xiaoyu a standard smile.
"You're really poor." Yang Xiaoyu made no attempt to hide her arrogance, her tone slightly cold. "How much money could your little school possibly have?"
Yang Xiaoyu's inherent arrogance and irritability were almost unable to suppress her aggressive manner, leaving the school leaders feeling uneasy.
"The school has its own difficulties, and we also want to do our best to provide the best conditions for every student." The school leader spoke in an official tone, but his mind was quite active.
If they care about these things, does that mean this student will continue to study here?
If parents want their children to have a better education, would they be willing to pay for it...?
The school leader's face lit up with a smile: "Are you parents here to register today? Then let me handle your registration. Books will be distributed today, and I can take you ahead of time..."
However, before the school leaders could finish speaking, Zhao Jingyue, who was behind Yang Xiaoyu, interrupted him: "We are here today to process the Third Young Master's withdrawal from school."
"The Third Young Master dropped out of school? Ah... Wanqiu dropped out of school." Upon hearing this, the school leaders had a general idea of what was going on. They couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but they still had to ask the questions they needed to ask: "Why did you drop out?"
“We have other arrangements for the Third Young Master’s future education, so you don’t need to worry about it.” Zhao Jingyue said coldly, she never seemed to smile. “Madam and the Third Young Master came in person to sign the withdrawal papers. I will handle the rest. Please process the documents that require Madam and the Third Young Master’s attention as soon as possible.”
Zhao Jingyue brought all the necessary documents and certificates, and waved the file bag in her hand.
The school leaders nodded, implying that these two people would obviously not be returning to campus after leaving this time.
Upon seeing this, the school leaders couldn't help but sigh, "Everyone has their own destiny; who would have thought that someone could have such an experience?"
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyu was no longer paying attention to the school leaders, but was whispering to Wan Qiu with her head down.
The woman who was just moments ago being aggressive and sharp-tongued is now speaking to her child earnestly, gently, and meticulously.
The student looked up, his eyes fixed on his mother, clearly a parent and child with a good relationship.
Yang Xiaoyu seemed thirsty. She glanced at the tea, picked it up and tasted it, then pouted as if she found it unpleasant and put it back down.
Wan Qiu seemed to sense Yang Xiaoyu's thoughts, took out a small water bottle from his backpack, opened the lid, and poured water for Yang Xiaoyu.
Yang Xiaoyu smiled and gently kissed Wan Qiu's forehead.
"Is there anything else?" Zhao Jingyue suddenly interrupted the school leader's observation.
"No...no," the school leader said instinctively.
"Then please prepare the materials as soon as possible."
Finally, the school leader stood up, made an internal phone call, and instructed someone to prepare the withdrawal procedures.
After Yang Xiaoyu and Wan Qiu signed the papers, Yang Xiaoyu turned around and left with Wan Qiu in her arms.
Yang Xiaoyu did not want to come to school.
Even though Wanqiu seems to have a good impression of the school, she also has a good impression of her disgusting adoptive parents.
Wanqiu's memories are not coherent; he always recalls things in fragments. He can say some things, but not others.
However, from occasional conversations, Wan Qiu would occasionally reveal his habits at school, and if asked more closely, some more detailed information could be obtained.
In addition, there was the information I heard from Chu Jianshu yesterday about Wan Qiu's situation at the school.
The fact that Yang Xiaoyu can stand here calmly now is already a testament to her excellent self-cultivation.
However, Yan Hua suggested that Wan Qiu could be brought back to say goodbye to the school, so that Wan Qiu wouldn't feel like he was 'forced to drop out'.
She made a special trip here today to let Wanqiu know that no matter where he is, his mother will protect him.
Wan Qiu kept looking at her, oblivious to everything around him, only caring about her.
Even during the height of their romance with Chu Jianshu, they never had eyes for each other.
Yang Xiaoyu wanted to pick up Wanqiu, but since they were at school, she could only itch and pinch Wanqiu's cheeks.
After Wan Qiu calmed down, Yang Xiaoyu's mind quietly began to stir.
She was still hoping that Wan Qiu would 'voluntarily' give her a gift!
Today, Wanqiu even brought his small backpack, which clearly indicated that he had money with him.
Yang Xiaoyu felt that she had a very good chance of receiving Wan Qiu's gift today.
How can we get Wanqiu to take the initiative?
"This is my first time visiting the school, and I don't know much about it. Can you tell me about it, my sweetheart?"
Yang Xiaoyu pondered that there should be a shop or something on campus, right?
She doesn't ask for much; even giving her a piece of bubble gum would be a victory.
Wan Qiu nodded.
Yang Xiaoyu, filled with anticipation, secretly kept an eye on Wan Qiu's movements.
Wan Qiu seems to have a very superficial understanding of the act of 'introduction'.
Yang Xiaoyu followed Wan Qiu, and every time they arrived at a place, Yang Xiaoyu would receive a sentence.
"canteen."
"playground."
"library."
"dormitory."
"Basketball hoop".
When Wan Qiu really didn't know what to introduce, he pointed to the basketball hoop above his head and said...
Yang Xiaoyu's expression was somewhat subtle.
The weather is gradually getting hotter as it approaches noon.
Even though Yang Xiaoyu had an umbrella, she still broke out in a sweat from following Wan Qiu in high heels while the child kept introducing things.
As Yang Xiaoyu sat down in the long corridor on campus, completely covered by green climbing plants, she couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
There are shops on campus.
But Wan Qiu had no intention of buying her anything.
They just skipped the store and left!
But she didn't want to give any hints, because she felt like she had lost as soon as she did!
Wanqiu is so perceptive, she can definitely understand what she's implying!
Yang Xiaoyu was furious that Chu Jianshu hadn't told her how he had coaxed Wan Qiu into buying things willingly.
"Baby." Yang Xiaoyu hesitated, then gave up and sighed.
If she asked for it, Wanqiu would definitely give it to her, but that would mean something different.
Wan Qiu blinked and looked at Yang Xiaoyu, as if trying to know what Yang Xiaoyu had been thinking.
Yang Xiaoyu was also a little tired, listening to the sounds of students running around on campus.
Amidst the clamor, laughter, screams, chasing and playing, small groups of children gradually emerged from the dense green leaves into Yang Xiaoyu's view.
However, she seemed to see Wan Qiu carrying a schoolbag, walking alone in the crowd, head down, completely detached from everything around him.
Yang Xiaoyu turned around and looked at Wan Qiu.
The fourteen-year-old boy, still so innocent, gazed at him quietly, his half-length hair swaying gently in the breeze under the shade of the green leaves.
Yang Xiaoyu's hand unconsciously touched Wan Qiu's cheek. Despite the sweltering heat, Wan Qiu's cheek felt slightly cool.
This face will become more and more beautiful, like a small flower bud, blooming into its most radiant and captivating appearance under her careful nurturing.
But if it were possible...
She also wanted to see Wanqiu's unrestrained smile, surrounded by people, playing around with friends, and blooming in her most dazzling form among countless beautiful flowers.
This is simply a mother's expectation for the child she has never been able to take good care of.
Wan Qiu had no idea what Yang Xiaoyu was thinking.
No notification was given.
Yang Xiaoyu, whose vibrant red color was even more fiery than the sun, now seemed to be enveloped by a stream of cool water, extinguishing all the scorching heat.
Beneath the green leaves, Yang Xiaoyu is the most vibrant color here.
But when Wan Qiu stared into Yang Xiaoyu's eyes, he seemed to see a color that didn't fit into Yang Xiaoyu's vibrant world.
It was hazy and gray, like a beautiful crystal ball shrouded in gauze, indistinct and indistinct.
How am I feeling right now?
Suddenly, a feeling of urgency welled up in Wan Qiu's mind, almost bursting forth.
What is it?
Wanqiu didn't know, and couldn't figure it out.
"Never mind." Yang Xiaoyu suddenly ruffled Wan Qiu's hair. "It's okay, I'll have one sooner or later. I won't force my darling today."
Speculating and pondering, Wanqiu was unable to comprehend the present with his limited mind.
"Let's go home, baby."
As Wan Qiu watched, in the blink of an eye, Yang Xiaoyu seemed to have parted the veil of mist, revealing the crystal ball that contained the colorful world back to Wan Qiu.
But Wan Qiu couldn't forget Yang Xiaoyu's expression just now.
It felt like swallowing gauze, dry and stuck in my throat, difficult to swallow.
Wan Qiu was led out of the school gate by Yang Xiaoyu's hand, but he vaguely felt that there was something he hadn't done.
After getting into the car and preparing to go home with Yang Xiaoyu, Wan Qiu, holding his backpack, suddenly remembered something he had forgotten.
"I...didn't buy a school uniform." Wan Qiu suddenly remembered why she had brought her bag with her today and put money in it.
Yang Xiaoyu was taken aback and asked, "Why are you buying school uniforms?"
Wan Qiu blinked: "You need to wear it to school."
Yang Xiaoyu: "..."
Wan Qiu: "?"
"Baby..." Yang Xiaoyu's voice betrayed surprise as she tentatively asked, "Drop out of school, do you know what that means?"
Wan Qiu remained silent for a long time, seemingly trying to think about the meaning of the words 'dropping out of school'.
Yang Xiaoyu's heart sank further and further. After seeing Wan Qiu shake his head in confusion, Yang Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat.
She kept telling Wanqiu that she wanted to expel him from school. She always thought Wanqiu didn't care because he didn't react, but she never expected that he didn't understand what she meant at all.
What if Wanqiu found out...?
“Wanqiu…” Remembering Yan Hua’s instructions not to play tricks on Wanqiu, Yang Xiaoyu forced a smile and said bluntly, “Dropping out of school means not going to that school anymore.”
In Yang Xiaoyu's eyes, Wan Qiu was trying hard to think about and understand the meaning of this sentence.
And he did indeed understand.
Yang Xiaoyu noticed that Wan Qiu's gaze still seemed to be fixed on her, and she did not look away.
Wan Qiu understood.
He can't go to school anymore.
His grades were very poor, and it seemed like going to school all the time was pointless.
In the end, Wanqiu simply nodded and sat quietly in the car seat, without resistance, complaint, or disappointment.
He accepted this reality with remarkable calm.
Zhao Jingyue, who had been driving, glanced at Wan Qiu in the rearview mirror and showed no sign of endurance whatsoever.
Wan Qiu seemed completely unconcerned, as if he wouldn't resist Yang Xiaoyu's requests.
“Baby.” Yang Xiaoyu’s hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Wan Qiu’s chin, forcing Wan Qiu to look into her eyes.
Wan Qiu's eyes were wide open, reflecting Yang Xiaoyu's undisguised nervousness.
"Do you know why you have to go to school?" Yang Xiaoyu asked.
Wan Qiu thought for a moment: "Study."
"But your child isn't doing well in school, is that right?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
“It’s not that I won’t let you go to school.” Yang Xiaoyu tried her best to tell Wan Qiu what she wanted to say in the most sincere way. “Mom will find you a teacher to teach you.”
Wan Qiu carefully understood this logic and thought of what Chu Yigui had said before he left home today.
Mom will definitely treat him well.
Then what Mom did must not have been a bad thing.
“It’s…the teacher, the teacher at home.” Wan Qiu suddenly remembered this.
During his time at home, he would see the teacher who would come to teach his younger brother every day.
Although he didn't know why the teacher would come to his house, if Chu Yigui was like this, then it must be normal.
"Yes, it's a private tutor. Once your child's grades improve, we can go back to school."
Wan Qiu nodded.
Mom said that if she could help him improve his grades, then he definitely could.
With a private tutor, I'll be able to get good grades, right?
Good grades mean you can answer the teacher's questions in class, which will make you popular with the teacher and your classmates.
That way you'll make good friends.
Yang Xiaoyu watched Wan Qiu from the side, her anticipation seemingly infusing Wan Qiu with vitality.
Wanqiu seemed unsure how to express disappointment, but was able to convey joy.
It's like...
Wanqiu's world was filled with nothing but joy.
——
Wanqiu had something on his mind.
Even after returning home, Wan Qiu still couldn't fully understand the matter.
When he looked at Yang Xiaoyu at that time, he felt an intense urge to say something, a feeling that Wan Qiu could never shake off.
What is it?
Wan Qiu tried hard to think, but his mind was completely blank.
Wan Qiu rode a small tricycle, which had been remodeled by Butler Bai with a small canopy, and circled around the villa.
He desperately wanted to see something to reconstruct his thoughts at that time.
That feeling of almost bursting forth, it would be very painful to recall it.
Stubbornly circling around, searching for anything green and red, just like the green plants and red mother I saw in the corridor back then.
Wan Qiu squatted in front of an extremely bright red flower, the flower in full bloom, just like Yang Xiaoyu.
Behind the red flowers were its lush green leaves. Wanqiu stared intently at them, but couldn't remember what he had wanted to do at that time.
Wan Qiu stared at it for who knows how long.
Wanqiu tried to stand up, but suddenly felt dizzy, her vision went black, and her body fell uncontrollably to the side.
Suddenly, a pair of hands lifted him up and supported him.
After a while, Wanqiu's dark vision was gradually illuminated and expanded by small white spots of light, and then returned to normal.
"Hey, Wanqiu, squatting for a long time and then suddenly standing up can cause orthostatic hypotension, right?"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Wanqiu turned around and saw the gardener from her home.
Their house is very big, so they have several gardeners.
Wanqiu will remember.
"Why are you staring at this flower?" The gardener, who had been watching for a long time, moved closer to Wanqiu, but Wanqiu didn't notice.
Wanqiu didn't know.
Wan Qiu just watched, unaware of what he was supposed to do.
"Do you like it very much?" The gardener knew that Wan Qiu was not good with words and did not expect to get an answer from Wan Qiu.
Wanqiu wanted to speak, but the gardener didn't give him a chance to respond.
The gardener bent down and used the pruning shears in his hand to cut off the flower that Wan Qiu had been looking at.
The gardener intended to give this flower to Wanqiu, who was the master of the house and it was only natural for her to ask for a flower.
But just as the gardener was about to hand the flowers to Wanqiu, Wanqiu looked completely bewildered.
The gardener's hands were stiff. Did he not want it?
But since we've already cut them, and these were the most beautiful flowers here, it would be such a waste to just throw them away.
"Wanqiu, come with me for a moment." The gardener said, getting on the tricycle seat. "Get on, I'll give you a ride."
Wanqiu sat on the tricycle, looking at the gardener's back. He was tall and big, with a light color, and smelled of soil, but also of grass and flowers.
They arrived at a glass house, which was a greenhouse, and the gardener led Wanqiu inside.
About ten minutes later, Wanqiu received a flower that had just been cut and was wrapped in pretty wrapping paper.
“It can be given as a gift,” the gardener said.
Wanqiu held the packaged flowers; the vibrant red blossoms, without a single wilted flower, maintained their beautiful and perfect form.
Wan Qiu knew what these were; he would occasionally find many such wrapped flowers in the trash can.
Wanqiu liked them very much and secretly brought the discarded flowers home and put them in the bottle he had picked up, although his parents didn't seem to care.
But for Wanqiu, this was the first flower he received, not one he had picked up, but one given to him.
This is something that can be given as a gift; it hasn't been thrown away.
It's very precious.
Such a precious thing.
Who do you want to give it to?
For Wanqiu, the closest person was her mother.
Because new things completely took over what Wanqiu originally wanted to do, he anxiously rode his tricycle back to the house.
Since returning from school that morning, Yang Xiaoyu had been working remotely from her study, while Wan Qiu stood in front of the study door.
Looking down at the fresh flowers in my hand.
The most beautiful red flower in full bloom, though there was only one.
Wanqiu knocked on the door.
A voice came from inside: "Come in."
Wan Qiu opened the door and went inside.
Yang Xiaoyu removed her heavy makeup but then put on light makeup again. She changed into a more comfortable light pink dress, sat in front of the computer, and let her long, curly hair fall loosely. She looked less aggressively beautiful and more uniquely intellectual.
Yang Xiaoyu was focused on reading the documents and thought it was Butler Bai bringing tea, but she didn't hear the sound of the water cup hitting the table.
Yang Xiaoyu glanced at it and suddenly froze.
Wan Qiu stood in front of her, separated by an office desk.
His clothes were a little disheveled, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, as if he had just come back from the hot sun and was still feeling hot.
But when Yang Xiaoyu looked down, she saw the red flower that Wan Qiu had wrapped in her hand and suddenly felt nervous.
What does that mean?
Why bring flowers to her?
Is it for her?
Yang Xiaoyu, who had been looking forward to the gift all night and all morning, had a change in mindset when she saw the flower. She was so excited that she was about to jump up, but she forcibly suppressed it for fear that she had misunderstood.
When Wan Qiu handed the little flower in her hand to Yang Xiaoyu, her vision suddenly blurred.
Wanqiu was suddenly picked up.
Wan Qiu's eyes widened, and Yang Xiaoyu even spun him around a few times.
"Oh my god, my darling, are you a gift sent from heaven? How could I have such a lovely child like you? I must have been a great philanthropist in my past life!"
Yang Xiaoyu kissed Wan Qiu's cheeks several times, making no attempt to hide her joy.
When Yang Xiaoyu held that flower in her hand, she cherished it as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.
Looking at Yang Xiaoyu like this, Wan Qiu saw that the joy radiating from her entire body was even more radiant than the flowers in her hands. Her bright 'happiness' was like a flame, almost scorching the cool air in the air-conditioned room.
Suddenly, Wan Qiu seemed to recall the things he had wanted to say and do in the corridor, but had been holding back because he didn't know how.
What kind of expression did your mother have at that time?
It was a different kind of expression than 'unhappy,' an expression that made Wanqiu feel very uncomfortable, yet she didn't know what to do.
Now Wanqiu knows that this was exactly what he wanted to do back then.
This is something that makes Yang Xiaoyu happy.
It's something I won't let Yang Xiaoyu show that kind of expression again.
Wanqiu seemed to have discovered the meaning of 'gift,' something that could so easily bring happiness.
At least right now, Mom is probably overjoyed because of the gift.
That's wonderful.
I didn't forget what was on my mind, which made my mother happy.
Wan Qiu also hugged Yang Xiaoyu's neck, her little worries drifting away like floating clouds.
That evening, a transparent and exquisite crystal vase sat in the center of the table, with a bright flower inside.
Chu Jianshu raised an eyebrow when he saw it.
Chu Yigui did not react when she saw it.
Wanqiu ate her dinner quietly.
Yang did ask, "This flower?"
It's normal to have flowers on the dining table; flowers are always used to decorate various places. However, using only one flower, especially in a vase that doesn't fit the table setting, is quite jarring.
This arrangement didn't suit Butler Bai's habits, so Yang Ze asked a question.
"It's a gift from my sweetheart today." Yang Xiaoyu smiled, eating her dinner with poise and head held high, even though it was a small meal, and she ate particularly slowly today.
Yang showed just the right amount of surprise at Wan Qiu giving him a gift.
Yang Xiaoyu smiled, extremely pleased with the cute little flower.
What's even more interesting is that, by sheer coincidence, it turned out to be a carnation.
Wan Qiu discovered the beautiful flowers that suddenly bloomed during the last blooming period of carnations, in the slightly cooler weather at the end of summer.
A series of coincidences allowed this carnation to carry expectations, joy, hope, and happiness, displaying its unique posture and fragrance on an inappropriate dining table.
When Chu Yigui left the restaurant, the single flower that had been placed in the center of the table was still there.
When Chu Yigui returned to the kitchen after finishing her homework and reviewing her lessons, the flower was gone.
We can roughly guess where the flowers went.
Yang Xiaoyu probably cherished and preserved the flowers.
In the future, they may be made into dried flowers or specimens.
Chu Yigui leaned against the stairs, the image of that delicate, vibrant flower still seemingly appearing before his eyes.
The gift that Wan Qiu gave to Yang Xiaoyu.
The large, quiet space was already past closing time, and the maids were probably not there by now.
Chu Yigui waited for a long time, but she didn't know why she suddenly wanted to come out.
Chu Yigui returned to the room, a huge room that was no different in size from a family home, a private space within the villa.
Today, Chu Yigui did not plan to continue studying any extracurricular subjects. Instead, he began to summarize the key points of some course questions. The school would conduct a learning assessment at the beginning of the semester, and as the class monitor, he would summarize the key points for the exam for the students in the class to facilitate their review.
In the quiet space, the only sounds were the computer's cooling fan, the keyboard, and the occasional rustling of pages turning.
The silence inside was broken by a sudden knock on the door.
The knocking sound was only once, irregular, and very soft.
Chu Yigui turned around, as if she could already see Wan Qiu standing at the door, knocking on it, behind the door.
Chu Yigui stood up, took long strides, and as before, she was not anxious, but took relatively large steps.
When the door was opened, Wan Qiu stood in the doorway.
Wanqiu, whose complexion gradually became moisturized, seemed to be reborn as a balloon full of vitality, transforming from a wrinkled appearance into a round and lovely one.
It seems that he gained weight in his face before his body, probably because his complexion improved first.
"Brother." Wan Qiu's voice was still clear and androgynous, sounding like a bird hopping at his door in the stillness of the night.
"Good evening, brother," Chu Yigui said.
Wan Qiu raised his hands, holding a transparent file folder in each.
Chu Yigui took the file folder from Wan Qiu's hand. Under the light, he could see what was inside.
It contains brand new pens, pencils, erasers, notebooks, and other stationery needed during the school process.
There was only one set, but each one was beautiful, neatly placed in a file folder, each one like a carefully selected gift, flaunting its unique design.
"Did your mother take you to buy stationery today?" Chu Yigui looked at the items and had already guessed where they came from.
Yang Xiaoyu probably bought a lot.
The fact that it took so long to give it to him must mean that Wan Qiu had picked out the most beautiful and best items from a huge pile and packed them up for him.
This is his privilege.
It was a promise he made to Wanqiu during the time they spent alone together.
"Thank you," Chu Yigui said.
As always, Chu Yigui said this.
But this time, Wan Qiu did not leave immediately as before.
Wan Qiu's clear eyes, reflecting the lamplight, quietly trapped his shadow within them, as if forcibly merging Chu Yigui with the bright light.
Chu Yigui allowed Wan Qiu to examine him so carefully.
Chu Yigui knew that Wan Qiu was observing, understanding, and sorting out his fragmented thoughts.
So Chu Yigui waited.
Chu Yigui watched as Wan Qiu lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the transparent file folder.
“Little brother…” Wan Qiu looked up again, her eyes filled with doubt and confusion at not getting an answer, and asked, “Is this a gift?”
After a brief silence, Chu Yigui told Wan Qiu, "No, this is not a gift, this is sharing."
"Share?" Wan Qiu tilted his head.
“It’s something that you have, something you like, something that would make you happy to have.” Chu Yigui lowered her eyes and said slowly, “Give me a part of it, so we can enjoy the feeling of liking and having it together.”
Wan Qiu seemed to understand, yet he also seemed not to understand; he struggled with this for a long time.
"Then what is a gift?" Wan Qiu asked.
“It’s something I specially prepared for you, something that originally belonged to someone else; it’s a gift,” Chu Yigui said.
Would you be happy to receive a gift?
Chu Yigui understood.
Today, Wan Qiu gave Yang Xiaoyu a flower, and Yang Xiaoyu responded warmly to it.
In Wan Qiu's eyes, he must have seen the joyful expression on the recipient's face after giving the gift.
"Yes." Or perhaps not, but right now Chu Yigui would only tell Wan Qiu, "Yes, I will share too."
Wan Qiu raised her eyes, and beneath her long eyelashes, her bright eyes seemed to be expecting something.
“I’m so happy that my brother always shares with me,” Chu Yigui replied to Wan Qiu.
However, Wan Qiu was looking at him, just looking at him.
Those eyes, which had learned how to expect, were still waiting.
Chu Yigui embraced Wan Qiu.
During the hug, he reached out and covered Wanqiu's eyes.
"I'm really happy, brother." Chu Yigui said this in Wan Qiu's ear, his warm breath carrying a smile, "Please believe me."
Chu Yigui possessed a faint aura that Wan Qiu could associate with a vast sky and a calm body of water.
Chu Yigui's hug was different from her mother's and her father's. Although it was a hug, Wan Qiu and Chu Yigui did not get very close.
It felt light and airy, floating.
Wan Qiu couldn't see Chu Yigui, so he didn't know if Chu Yigui was currently experiencing a mixture of 'happiness' and 'unhappiness'.
But listening to Chu Yigui's voice...
Wan Qiu nodded.
"You've always been right." For Wan Qiu, believing in Chu Yigui has always been the best thing to do.
Chu Yigui's voice was tinged with laughter: "I'm also very happy that you say so, brother."
This not-so-close hug lasted a long time.
When Wanqiu opened her eyes again, she saw Chu Yigui, calm and as always.
"Good night," Wan Qiu said.
Chu Yigui gazed at Wanqiu.
The once empty Wanqiu seemed to gradually reveal the colors of a rainbow after being infused with sweet things like learning, candy, and love.
"Goodnight, brother," Chu Yigui replied.
Wan Qiu turned around and headed towards his room, but Chu Yigui did not look at Wan Qiu's retreating figure.
Wanqiu is gradually finding herself through everyone's encouragement.
He learns very quickly and is very diligent.
This kind of growth is also an effort to respond to the expectations of those around you in your own way.
Very impressive.
Wan Qiu is really, really amazing.
His growth is so rapid that I can't even participate in it all.
Chu Yigui thought to herself.
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Jiang Chengfeng is a teacher at a special education school.
After graduating with a degree in special education, he was directly admitted to the only special education school in the area through campus recruitment due to his excellent grades. He has been working in this field for four or five years now.
He received a very unique invitation while he was at school, and the principal was even very respectful when he approached him.
The invitation came from someone from a social class he never dared to dream of, asking him to participate in an interview to teach a student who needed special education.
The other party promised that if the interview was successful, he would provide one-on-one full-time tutoring.
Once the teaching is successful enough for the student to be admitted to a regular school, a substantial bonus will be awarded.
The prize money is so high that it could allow him to buy a house and settle down locally, or even live a wealthy life for at least five years. After that, the prize money would also help him find a suitable job.
This is like a windfall.
After all, it's difficult for him to get promoted or his salary to increase within the school; who wouldn't want this opportunity?
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