Jiang Chengfeng was quite surprised when he heard that Wanqiu was already fourteen years old.
Wanqiu was much weaker than other children, like a fragile sapling that had just sprouted from the soil, whose life could be easily broken if held in one hand.
Shouldn't intervention for children like this be initiated much earlier? Why wait until they're fourteen?
Jiang Chengfeng didn't ask any more questions; he didn't want to speculate too much about such a family.
Having finally obtained a hard-won opportunity to change the status quo, if you let the opportunity slip through your fingers because of a careless mistake, you'll be so angry that you'll wake up in the middle of the night from your dreams.
Jiang Chengfeng read the diagnosis report made by psychologist Yan Hua, but after seeing the information on it, Jiang Chengfeng was somewhat confused.
Yan Hua's diagnosis report did not look like a medical case, but rather like a psychological and behavioral analysis. She did not seem to be able to determine an accurate cause of the illness.
However, people's psychological state cannot be generalized, and its complexity cannot be fully summarized.
During the three days of trial teaching, Jiang Chengfeng got to know Wan Qiu.
This child was unlike any other disobedient, difficult-to-teach, or unresponsive child he knew.
He studied very diligently, and even though he didn't understand, he tried very hard to understand.
He always had a pen in his hand, scribbling notes on paper in messy handwriting.
Wan Qiu's seriousness towards learning and his thirst for knowledge were like sparks of light.
His passion for teaching was slowly ignited by a small spark.
Wan Qiu also responded to his teaching with all his might, which moved Jiang Chengfeng.
Although... the teaching results were not so good.
Jiang Chengfeng showed Wan Qiu more patience than usual, but he also noticed Wan Qiu's shoulders trembling with anxiety because she couldn't understand his teaching.
At that moment, for the first time, Jiang Chengfeng felt guilty for being unable to teach a student who yearned for knowledge.
He pressed down on Wanqiu's shoulder, forced to admit his own incompetence.
But the child gripped his fingers instead.
He heard the student say, "I'm sorry."
When I first arrived, my strong desire to get a job turned into guilt.
Jiang Chengfeng wanted to say that he was not qualified to be Wanqiu's teacher, but while waiting in the living room, he met the fourth child in the family.
He was an extremely handsome young man, younger than Wan Qiu, yet he appeared very precocious.
"Is the teaching with your brother going smoothly?" Just like he was worried about his brother, the boy named Chu Yigui asked proactively.
When facing Chu Yigui, Jiang Chengfeng inexplicably couldn't treat Chu Yigui as a child and easily overlooked his age.
Filled with helplessness, Jiang Chengfeng told the other party the truth: "I have tried many methods, but it is difficult to make him understand that his teaching progress is not advancing at all."
"Did you use all the methods?" Chu Yigui sat down next to Jiang Chengfeng.
Jiang Chengfeng waved his hand and said, "Yes, but he is suffering because of my teaching."
Are you planning to stop teaching?
Jiang Chengfeng could only say, "I just felt that there must be someone who could do it better than me."
However, Chu Yigui pondered for a moment and said, "My teaching method for my brother is a little different from others. You can use what you think is the simplest method, slowly, to tell my brother, and then stop and let him understand it on his own, how about that?"
Jiang Chengfeng was stunned. Chu Yigui's words seemed to be reminding him of something.
"This..." Jiang Chengfeng didn't know whether to refuse or agree.
"Don't keep talking, give your brother time to understand and think." Chu Yigui propped her head up and turned to Jiang Chengfeng, saying, "Let's try again."
"Why?" Jiang Chengfeng felt that with the Chu family's salary, they could definitely find someone more outstanding and more suitable than him.
Chu Yigui's eyes were somewhat unfocused, her gaze unfocused: "If you leave, my brother might think it's his fault and feel guilty."
After Chu Yigui finished speaking, she seemed to have no intention of communicating with him anymore.
But Jiang Chengfeng remained silent for a long time.
Jiang Chengfeng felt that Chu Yigui was less here to talk to him and more...
Rather than saying they came to show concern for Wanqiu.
The brothers in this family must have a very good relationship.
Jiang Chengfeng and Chu Jianshu asked to try again, following the method taught to them by the fourteen-year-old boy.
The classroom, which was usually noisy and always filled with his voice, became somewhat quiet.
Surprisingly, this method actually worked.
The teaching schedule that had been stalled could now begin.
Jiang Chengfeng reflected on his teaching methods, constantly repeating himself, attempting to force students to memorize his lessons using his voice in a rote manner.
Could it be that his incessant voice was causing a constant stream of chaotic information to flood Wan Qiu's mind, leaving him with insufficient time to think?
Jiang Chengfeng was very surprised. Why would a fourteen-year-old child understand teaching better than him?
However, Jiang Chengfeng denied that the problem lay with his teaching methods, but rather that these methods were more suitable for Wan Qiu.
He was just an outsider.
Chu Yigui is Wanqiu's family member.
Who knows your loved ones better than your family?
Although it wasn't very smooth, Jiang Chengfeng still managed to get the job.
After learning that he had stayed, Wan Qiu kept secretly curling the corners of her mouth.
Jiang Chengfeng found it cute and told Wan Qiu about Chu Yigui's situation.
He saw Wan Qiu unconsciously grip the pen in his hand: "My brother has always been very capable, and everything he says is correct."
He saw intimacy towards Chu Yigui in Wan Qiu's eyes.
Jiang Chengfeng was somewhat envious of this kind of brotherhood, where they understood each other, trusted each other, and cared about each other.
Jiang Chengfeng went to thank Chu Yigui, but Chu Yigui shook her head.
"You don't need to thank me. If you don't succeed, I'll say the same thing to the next person who comes for an interview," Chu Yigui said to Jiang Chengfeng with a slight smile.
In that instant, Jiang Chengfeng felt that all his years of life seemed to pale in comparison to that of a fourteen-year-old child.
In front of Chu Yigui, Jiang Chengfeng even felt that there was a huge gap between them.
Children from wealthy families...
How exactly are they educated?
Jiang Chengfeng was completely baffled.
Wan Qiu is a very obedient, thoughtful, and serious student.
His enthusiasm and hard work paid off, as Wan Qiu gave him very positive feedback.
As the child stared intently at him, Jiang Chengfeng felt a strange sense of emotion.
Even though they hadn't spent much time together, he couldn't help but develop a fondness for this boy named Wanqiu.
It's as if those eyes were born to win the favor of others.
Jiang Chengfeng felt that he was able to take on this job simply because he was the first person to conduct trial teaching.
He met Wan Qiu, which was a stroke of good luck.
Who could dislike a child who is willing to put in more effort than others?
The teaching has lasted for two months now, from the sweltering late summer to late autumn.
The next thing is a short holiday, and right now Jiang Chengfeng is giving Wan Qiu his midterm exam.
In the brightly lit room, Jiang Chengfeng looked down at Wan Qiu, who was diligently writing questions at her desk.
Compared to when they first met, Wan Qiu, under the care of such favorable conditions, has gradually shown the unique youthful charm of a fourteen-year-old boy.
When the handsome boy is focused on the problem, his round eyes look even more adorable as he ponders the question.
During this quiet period, Jiang Chengfeng found himself getting used to enjoying the tranquility around Wan Qiu.
Jiang Chengfeng lives in a rented room in an urban village. In the cramped room, he is always surrounded by his neighbors, and there are always sounds of arguing, the bed shaking, snoring, and the sound of running water in the bathroom.
Here, the faint scent of ink, the aroma of books, and the soft scratching of pens are the only noises in the air.
"Teacher, I'm done writing."
When Wan Qiu handed over the exam paper, she was a little nervous, her hands clenched tightly, and her eyelashes trembled anxiously.
Even if Wan Qiu got the question wrong, Jiang Chengfeng couldn't bear to be strict with him.
At times like these, he could better understand how Wanqiu's parents doted on him.
In just two months of teaching, Wanqiu has made rapid progress.
Jiang Chengfeng's teaching of Wan Qiu was not learning in the true sense, but rather teaching common sense.
Wanqiu's initially incoherent speech became fluent.
Wanqiu practices calligraphy diligently every day, and his original characters, which were all crammed together like ants of different sizes, have become very neat.
Wanqiu is a student who will write as much as assigned, never doing extra practice, but also never writing less; he is obedient to the point of being somewhat rigid.
While grading papers, Jiang Chengfeng occasionally looked up and noticed Wan Qiu staring intently at him, her focus and nervousness evident.
Jiang Chengfeng almost laughed.
The test paper score was actually quite average, but Wanqiu wrote every single word very carefully.
Wanqiu is very nervous now.
Jiang Chengfeng did not reassure Wan Qiu, acknowledging that appropriate pressure is necessary during studies.
Jiang Chengfeng showed Wan Qiu the score, and Wan Qiu was clearly disappointed.
This is not a good score.
Jiang Chengfeng took the test paper back and said to Wan Qiu, "There's a parent-teacher meeting today. I'll go find your parents first."
Wan Qiu looked up at him several times, then lowered her head again.
He nodded.
However, his nervousness was palpable as he followed behind Jiang Chengfeng.
"Go wait in the living room for a bit," Jiang Chengfeng said.
He felt that if Wanqiu continued to accompany him, he would be unable to resist setting aside his own 'pressure' education and comforting the anxious student.
Every week, Chu Jianshu and Jiang Chengfeng conduct a weekly study summary.
Although Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu are very busy with work, they will definitely attend the weekly summary whenever they have time.
Both of them were present today as well.
Jiang Chengfeng talked about the progress of his studies and the problems that had arisen.
He knew that Wanqiu's parents were definitely listening, but they didn't seem to be as obsessed with Wanqiu's grades as ordinary parents.
Jiang Chengfeng thought for a moment and decided to mention something unrelated to the topic.
"Besides teaching, there's something else I'd like to say," Jiang Chengfeng said after receiving Chu Jianshu's permission. "I think Wan Qiu's IQ is normal, isn't it?"
Chu Jianshu seemed unsurprised by Jiang Chengfeng's words and calmly asked, "Why do you say that?"
“Although it was difficult at the beginning of teaching, it was only slow at the start.” Jiang Chengfeng spread his arms and said, “Once he started learning from the very beginning and laid a good foundation, he absorbed it very quickly. This is probably because he had been to school since the third grade, so it was easy for him to integrate what he had learned.”
Hearing this, Yang Xiaoyu asked, "You mean he's a very good student?"
"I mean, it might not be good to compare him to ordinary students, but if you compare him to students with special education, his learning ability is almost as good as that of ordinary people."
Jiang Chengfeng also found this strange, and he made a comparison.
"For example, when it comes to the question 'What is three plus two?', no matter how many examples I give to my students, it is very difficult for them to understand. But Wanqiu can understand it very easily."
Yang Xiaoyu leaned back on the sofa: "He's always been good at addition and subtraction within ten."
Wanqiu basically lived on scrap paper with bills under ten yuan, selling scrap and buying vegetables. No matter how stupid he was, he was shrewd in survival.
"I'm just giving an example. What I mean is, if Wanqiu hadn't started school in the third grade, but in the first grade or even kindergarten, and had received tutoring and supplementary education, she wouldn't have ended up at the bottom of the class."
Jiang Chengfeng thought about it carefully.
"It should be said that he does not meet the criteria for intellectual disability in many aspects, but he exhibits these behaviors in certain areas, which is very strange."
Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu exchanged a glance, clearly understanding what the other was trying to say.
Not only did Jiang Chengfeng say this, but Yan Hua also provided similar information.
Wan Qiu's condition was indeed very strange. He had some inexplicable thoughts, as if he had been instilled with a wrong worldview.
The current learning process feels like a process of being corrected.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Yang Xiaoyu said. “Doesn’t this just prove that our little darling is a little genius?”
Jiang Chengfeng chuckled, saying that his son's learning progress was alright, but to call him a genius was really just Yang Xiaoyu's biased view of him.
"Is your baby waiting anxiously outside right now?" Yang Xiaoyu couldn't help but tease, finding the thought amusing.
In Wan Qiu's view, it seemed that he was being called to the hospital every week, and he always seemed particularly nervous during the conversations.
"I'm going to give my baby a kiss and a hug." Yang Xiaoyu stood up from the sofa and stretched.
"It's alright, let's go home." Chu Jianshu nodded to Jiang Chengfeng.
Jiang Chengfeng also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Every time there was a weekly summary, not only was Wan Qiu nervous, but he felt that he was the most nervous one.
Although the students are easy to teach, the parents who consistently pay high salaries are the most difficult to deal with. Fortunately, it seems that as long as nothing goes wrong on Wanqiu's side, this couple is particularly open-minded.
"Isn't our baby adorable?" Jiang Chengfeng followed behind Yang Xiaoyu, preparing to go downstairs, when Yang Xiaoyu, who was walking ahead, suddenly said to Jiang Chengfeng, "Our baby has gained weight recently and is getting cuter and cuter."
"Yes, that's what I think too," Jiang Chengfeng replied, though it wasn't a compliment.
Wanqiu is like a sapling that was originally withered, but after being watered with fertilizer, it sprouts tender and lush leaves, and its dry bark is revitalized, swaying healthily in the wind.
Yang Xiaoyu glanced back at Jiang Chengfeng, her smile widening.
“Our baby’s most beautiful feature is his eyes!” Yang Xiaoyu said.
“Yes, they look very cute,” Jiang Chengfeng replied.
Yang Xiaoyu was clearly even happier: "And our baby's hands are beautiful too."
Jiang Chengfeng thought about Wan Qiu writing the test paper and nodded: "She's quite delicate, like a girl."
Although Jiang Chengfeng was only telling the truth at first, he did not expect that Yang Xiaoyu would become happier and happier as she talked, and her joy was almost blatantly displayed on her face.
Unexpectedly, simply telling the truth could have the effect of flattery, and Jiang Chengfeng was infected by the smile.
"Oh my, third brother, you've become so beautiful! Waaaaaah!"
A voice came from the living room. Jiang Chengfeng vaguely felt that the voice sounded familiar and pleasant, but it didn't sound like the voice he had heard in the Chu family before.
However, Yang Xiaoyu raised an eyebrow, realizing something, and went downstairs.
In the distance, Jiang Chengfeng spotted a shadow.
He is very tall, has excellent posture, broad shoulders and long legs, and has a very outstanding physique.
The man was hugging Wanqiu as if he were hugging a beloved doll he hadn't seen in a long time, expressing his joy wildly.
Wan Qiu, held in Chu Zhang's arms, looked blank and at a loss.
A thin layer of anxious mist clouded Wan Qiu's beautiful eyes, and she became even more nervous after seeing Jiang Chengfeng.
Wan Qiu was preoccupied with the outcome of the parent-teacher conference, but was unable to move because Chu Zhang hugged her.
"The teacher said you did very well in your studies today." Yang Xiaoyu reached out and pinched Wan Qiu's slightly chubby cheeks.
Wan Qiu received praise, and her emotions shifted from nervousness to relief, eventually revealing a slight smile.
It's like sucking on a prank candy; the sour exterior melts away, revealing a sweet core.
Wanqiu is happy every time she is praised, even if the praise is the same.
"Tomorrow is the mini-holiday, go and have some fun," Jiang Chengfeng said to Wan Qiu. "The teacher will come back after the mini-holiday."
"Hello, Lao San's teacher," Chu Zhang said to Jiang Chengfeng, still holding Wan Qiu tightly.
"Hello," Jiang Chengfeng replied, glancing at Chu Zhang several times.
He felt that Chu Zhang looked very, very, very much like a celebrity, almost like they were made from the same mold.
Could it be plastic surgery?
That celebrity is indeed incredibly popular right now.
But would a family like this still be a fan of celebrities?
"Ah Zhang, is the movie finished? It took quite a while to film?" Yang Xiaoyu casually asked Chu Zhang.
Jiang Chengfeng: "...?"
"Mom, you've gone too far! Can't you talk to the director and let me come back a few times a week? My brother and I have only seen each other once in all this time!" Chu Zhang was extremely aggrieved.
Jiang Chengfeng: "??"
"Your own abilities are too poor. The director said it's because your acting is bad that it's been dragging on and taking longer than expected." Yang Xiaoyu was clearly more affectionate towards Chu Zhang than towards Yang Ze.
"That's because I'm striving for perfection, how can you say I have bad acting skills?!" Chu Zhang glared and was about to argue when he heard Yang Xiaoyu's words.
Jiang Chengfeng: "??!"
Making a movie?
Jiang Chengfeng secretly gasped. Could it be... could it be?!
"Are you Chu Zhang? That... big star?" Jiang Chengfeng's voice was trembling.
"You finally recognized me? I've been waiting for your surprised look for so long."
Chu Zhang was very confident in his fame; it was impossible for anyone to remain indifferent after knowing who he was!
Jiang Chengfeng's expression was quite varied, his mind filled with conflicting thoughts about whether or not he should ask for an autograph.
"Wow, everyone in this family is so amazing!" Jiang Chengfeng thought to himself, then blurted out, immediately feeling embarrassed.
“Of course, after all, I’m rich.” Chu Zhang made a money gesture and winked knowingly. “But you have to keep my identity a secret.”
Jiang Chengfeng nodded repeatedly in agreement.
"Great, if anyone wants my autograph in the future, I'll sign it for them. Of course, I'm also okay with reselling it."
As Chu Zhang spoke, his chin kept rubbing against Wan Qiu's head.
Wan Qiu seemed to be frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.
As Jiang Chengfeng was leaving, he heard laughter and commotion behind him and couldn't help but turn around to look a few times, but Butler Bai blocked his view with a smile.
Sitting in the car that was taking him back to his rented apartment, Jiang Chengfeng thought of Wan Qiu.
In a family where every single member is exceptionally outstanding, Wan Qiu's existence is considered an anomaly.
It's like...
The pebbles were placed among the pile of gems.
If Wanqiu were a normal child, would she feel fear and aversion to such a high-pressure environment?
Even in a very competitive environment, the sense of loss caused by the gap is difficult to bridge.
Fortunately, at least for now, they seem to be a pretty good family.
When Wan Qiu was held in Chu Zhang's arms, she smelled a very obvious perfume scent, like the faint scent of fallen autumn leaves that had been accidentally crushed.
Wanqiu likes to be hugged, warm and affectionate.
"Has the third brother forgotten his eldest brother?" Chu Zhang noticed Wan Qiu's unusual quietness and looked down at Wan Qiu's profile.
Wan Qiu said, "I remember, it was my eldest brother."
"Oh, my third son's voice is so cute." Chu Zhang leaned on Wan Qiu's head and asked, "He hasn't gone through puberty yet. Could you let my older brother record our cute third son's voice? We won't be able to hear it after his voice changes."
Yang Xiaoyu was surprised to find that this was actually a feasible idea.
"Mom, I'm home for the short holiday this time. Can I take care of the third child?" Chu Zhang pulled Wan Qiu into his arms.
"Why?" Yang Xiaoyu was unwilling; she had even planned to take Wanqiu on a trip during this short holiday.
"I haven't spent much time with Lao San in all this time, while you all have spent a lot of time with him," Chu Zhang said seriously, expressing his dissatisfaction.
However, Yang Xiaoyu frowned: "You used to not..."
Yang Xiaoyu stopped abruptly, clearly realizing that what she was about to say was inappropriate to say in front of Wan Qiu.
"They're still my younger brothers, after all. I've always taken good care of Yang Er and Lao Yao." Chu Zhang was telling the truth, but he was also a little guilty. He had indeed taken care of them, but he just hadn't done a good job of it.
"Where are you taking him?" Yang Xiaoyu doted on Chu Zhang, who was the eldest son who was very likely to inherit her mantle in the future. "Your face is too eye-catching wherever you go, which is not good for the baby."
"Mom, how could you dislike your son's face?" Chu Zhang was utterly devastated, sobbing as he hugged Wan Qiu.
"Big brother, you're back?"
Chu Zhang's expression froze, and he turned around.
Chu Yigui stood there quietly, so calmly that even the sound of his footsteps went unnoticed.
Chu Zhang chuckled wryly, "Oh dear, youngest son..."
"Has Big Brother finished filming?" Yang Ze also walked over from not far away and greeted Chu Zhang.
"Filming's finished. I'm going to take a short break and come back to spend time with our third child, to catch up with him." Chu Zhang rubbed Wan Qiu's cheeks, enjoying the soft feel. "But Mom won't let me take our third child out to play."
Yang looked away; he usually couldn't make decisions when facing Yang Xiaoyu.
Chu Yigui thought for a moment and said, "It's autumn, so if I wear something thicker, I shouldn't be easily noticed, right?"
"It's alright, I have my own plans." Chu Zhang put his arm around Wan Qiu's head, letting her lean on his shoulder. "You guys don't have any objections if I take Wan Qiu with me for the next few days, right?"
"Ah Zhang, don't talk so presumptuously," Yang Xiaoyu said, somewhat displeased.
But when she looked down, she saw Wan Qiu, who had been stiff and motionless ever since Chu Zhang had hugged her so affectionately.
Was Wan Qiu too nervous to move because of some awkwardness? Yang Xiaoyu wondered.
"Alright." Yang Xiaoyu relented, hoping that Wan Qiu could get closer to Chu Zhang.
“Then our third child is mine from now on.” Chu Zhang immediately seized the opportunity, “Don’t you dare try to take him from me for the time being.”
Chu Zhang smugly grabbed Wan Qiu's arm and dragged the obedient Wan Qiu, who offered no resistance, away, giving her no chance to refuse.
Yang Xiaoyu rubbed her long hair, sighed loudly, and turned to leave.
Yang Ze and Chu Yigui exchanged a glance, and Yang Ze smiled helplessly: "Yigui, what are you planning to do during the short holiday?"
"I plan to volunteer at the orphanage for a few days," Chu Yigui said.
Yang then thought that Chu Yigui would always take time out every now and then to do volunteer work at the original orphanage.
Although Chu Yigui left the orphanage, she did not sever ties with it. However, she only did volunteer work and did not use the Chu family's money to make donations in her own name.
However, the Chu family has never stopped supporting the orphanage.
Perhaps out of gratitude, every time Chu Yigui went to the orphanage, he was able to have a bed to stay in. He would still sleep in the orphanage's bed, just like the other orphans.
"Come to think of it, it seems you haven't been to the orphanage since Wanqiu came back." Yang Ze remembered this, though he wasn't particularly concerned. "Wanqiu has always trusted you. What if something goes wrong if he can't find you?"
"How could that be?" Chu Yigui said with a light smile, "With my elder brother here."
"Is that so?" Yang Ze simply replied, without continuing the topic. "Please give my regards to the Chu family and the Dean."
Chu Yigui nodded and smiled: "I will."
"Remember to tell Wan Qiu in advance," Yang Ze reminded him.
"I'll talk to my brother about it tomorrow morning," Chu Yigui replied.
Yang Ze watched Chu Yigui's departing figure and sighed softly.
——
For Wanqiu, his elder brother was a very magical person.
Although he had only seen him for half a day, Wan Qiu clearly remembered his elder brother's appearance, voice, and laughter.
Now, seeing his elder brother again, Wan Qiu felt not unfamiliar with him, but somewhat restrained.
Chu Zhang loves to talk, and although he speaks very fast, Wan Qiu has become somewhat accustomed to this pace after being trained by Jiang Chengfeng, and there is generally no problem understanding him.
"How do you feel about studying every day?" Chu Zhang asked, sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet in Wan Qiu's bedroom at night.
Wan Qiu looked at Chu Zhang obediently: "Mom and Dad didn't scold me."
This is the best compliment for Wanqiu.
Moreover, his score on the exam paper was no longer in the single digits.
For Wanqiu, such small progress is building up her confidence.
"Is learning interesting?" Chu Zhang asked Wan Qiu.
"Mm." Wan Qiu nodded.
"Is studying alone fun?" Chu Zhang tilted his head, his features, which looked exceptionally handsome under the light, were completely captivating.
Studying alone?
Wan Qiu opened his mouth, but hesitated for a long time.
Wan Qiu didn't know how to answer the question. Only after Chu Zhang reminded him did he realize that he wasn't at school and was studying alone.
Even at school, Wanqiu had no one to talk to, no friends, and no one to compare herself to.
"So you still want friends, don't you?" Chu Zhang asked, resting one hand on his knee.
Wanqiu tentatively looked at Chu Zhang to confirm that this was a question rather than a guide, a question that he needed to think about himself.
Wan thought for a moment and said, "I have friends."
"Who is it?" Chu Zhang asked directly, lacking any sense of boundaries.
“Little brother,” Wan Qiu said matter-of-factly.
Chu Zhang's face stiffened: "Ah... Chu Yigui."
Wan Qiu noticed Chu Zhang's emotions. His initial 'happiness' was like flowing water, but it suddenly stopped flowing when he heard Chu Yigui's name.
"Third brother, do you like Chu Yigui very much?" Chu Zhang asked.
Wan Qiu looked at Chu Zhang, and in Chu Zhang's expression, Wan Qiu found a clue that the other party wanted him to say 'no'.
But for Wanqiu, it was difficult to say the answer 'I don't like it'.
However, Chu Zhang scratched his head, looking troubled, and said, "That's true. If we're talking about Chu Yigui's personality, it's easy for people to like her."
Wan Qiu didn't understand what Chu Zhang meant. It seemed that something more complex, like a viscous mixture of kneaded clay, had been mixed together to create a chaotic and bizarre effect.
It's very uncomfortable.
Wan Qiu placed his hand on Chu Zhang's knee, and Chu Zhang immediately snapped out of his reverie.
Wan Qiu's actions may not have been particularly powerful in terms of reassurance, but this small, earnest attempt to express concern calmed Chu Zhang's restlessness.
"Don't worry, this is your own problem."
Chu Yigui is very good. As his younger brother, Chu Zhang can hardly find any fault with Chu Yigui.
But that's precisely why it feels creepy.
Such a perfect child...
Most people would like it, right?
But how could there be a perfect person in this world?
When Chu Zhang was with Chu Yigui, he felt that Chu Yigui could predict the future and even read minds. Chu Yigui's eyes were like X-rays, able to see his bones.
Chu Zhang thought irresponsibly, "If you put a child like that in a story, he'd be the embodiment of a demon."
Wanqiu must be the child whose forehead was kissed by an angel, right?
Looking into Wanqiu's eyes, they were as clear and transparent as the starry sky twinkling on a summer night.
Chu Zhang felt that he truly preferred Wan Qiu to a perfect Chu Yigui.
"Third brother, besides Chu Yigui, do you have any other friends?" Chu Zhang asked.
Wan Qiu thought for a moment and nodded.
"Who is it?" Chu Zhang asked, somewhat inquisitively.
Wan Qiu blinked: "Huang Hu..."
"That's a strange name. Is it a classmate from before?" Chu Zhang wondered.
However, Wan Qiu finished speaking before he could finish: "...Uncle."
Chu Zhang suddenly raised an eyebrow: "Uncle?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
"How did you manage to become friends with Uncle Huang Hu?" Chu Zhang's social circle made him very suspicious of this so-called 'Uncle Huang Hu'.
"We used to know each other. She would give me roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), cola, milk tea, and help me carry things..." Wan Qiu rambled on for a long time before Chu Zhang finally understood what she meant.
It turned out to be the same person who went to find Wan Qiu back then.
"You can make friends like this?" Chu Zhang was somewhat surprised.
"Is there anything else?" Chu Zhang tried to dig deeper.
Wan Qiu fell silent, and finally shook his head.
These are two of Wanqiu's friends.
They were also his only two friends.
Although I had thought it might be like this, I still had mixed feelings when I found out.
I really didn't make a single friend at school.
Even just one would be fine.
Chu Zhang looked at Wan Qiu, but he didn't see Wan Qiu's loneliness and regret.
Wanqiu has expectations for his friends, but that's all he has to do. It's like liking a certain fruit, but not necessarily eating it.
"Third brother, have you actually used your phone properly so far?" Chu Zhang asked.
Wan Qiu shook his head.
"You can read, right?"
Wanqiu has basically mastered all the commonly used characters.
"Can you type on your phone?" Chu Zhang asked again.
"I can type in Pinyin," Wan Qiu said, with a hint of pride.
Wanqiu used to only know how to use strokes and write characters to type, but after Jiang Chengfeng taught him pinyin, Wanqiu also learned to type using pinyin.
"Third brother, let me teach you how to use a mobile phone?" Chu Zhang took out his phone. "Mobile phones are very important communication tools; you can use them to make friends!"
Chu Zhang just hoped that Wan Qiu would at least reply to the message.
On his way back, he kept sending messages and making phone calls, but Wan Qiu didn't reply to a single one or answer a single one.
Taking Wan Qiu's phone, Chu Zhang indeed saw the red dot indicating that Wan Qiu hadn't read it at all.
"You need to learn how to use your phone! Post more selfies so your older brother can check out your WeChat Moments when he's not working!"
Chu Zhang personally taught Wan Qiu how to send and read messages.
God knows that in this huge family, apart from him, not a single person likes to post on social media!
Because of his profession, he is restricted from posting on WeChat Moments, so at least let him see more!
Wan Qiu followed Chu Zhang's instructions.
First, we took photos.
Wanqiu is learning how to take a selfie.
Wanqiu, who rarely uses the camera, took her first selfie, and it had no angle or aesthetic appeal whatsoever.
Looking at the photo, Wan Qiu thought about himself in the mirror and realized he shouldn't be that bad-looking.
"Third brother, taking photos is an art." Chu Zhang guided Wan Qiu step by step, showing him how to take selfies and how to pose.
Wan Qiu looked at many photos of himself, especially those taken by Chu Zhang, and they all seemed exceptionally good-looking.
Wan Qiu looked at Chu Zhang, who was selecting photos and holding his phone.
What does this feel like?
Even though Chu Zhang looks exactly the same as everyone else, why does he seem... to be more handsome?
Whether you're standing, sitting, cross-legged, or looking down at your phone right now.
His shoulders always seemed to have better lines, his legs always seemed to appear longer, and his neck was like a swan's, making Wanqiu think of beautiful words.
It's like...
It's like walking 'beautifully'.
"Why..." Wan Qiu murmured unconsciously.
"What's wrong?" Chu Zhang looked up from his phone and looked at Wan Qiu.
In Wan Qiu's view, under the bright bedside lamp, Chu Zhang sat on the soft blanket, leaning against the bedside. His long legs looked casually curled up, but even the curve of his back was beautiful in Wan Qiu's eyes.
"Big brother, it looks great," Wan Qiu said.
Just like Mom.
In Wanqiu's eyes, her mother seemed to be completely different from other women.
But Wanqiu couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.
Chu Zhang smiled.
"Do you think I'm good-looking?" Chu Zhang covered his chest, tilted his head slightly, and the smile on his lips was as if it had been carefully sculpted, extremely alluring.
Wanqiu's vision seemed to brighten because of Chu Zhang.
"So, do you think Dad is handsome?" Chu Zhang asked.
Wan Qiu thought for a moment and gave an affirmative answer.
"Where's my older brother?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
"And what about you?" Chu Zhang moved closer to Wan Qiu. "Do you think you're good-looking?"
Wan Qiu's own image appeared in his mind.
Even if he thinks he looks better in the mirror than in the camera, he still looks bad.
My reflection in the mirror, so out of place in this incredibly beautiful home...
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