Chu Zhang's gaze was fixed on Wan Qiu, filled with complete trust, awaiting his response.
Should we teach Wanqiu? Should we help Wanqiu sing better? Should we help Wanqiu remember the lyrics?
However, Chu Zhang suddenly felt that perhaps it was unnecessary.
"No, I won't learn it anymore." Chu Zhang said directly to Wan Qiu, "How about I just sing it for my older brother like this?"
Wanqiu agreed.
The eagerness in Chu Zhang's eyes was like golden honey, its sweetness almost overflowing.
Wanqiu didn't know why Chu Zhang was acting this way.
As the accompanying music began, the familiar melody, etched in his memories, guided Wanqiu's instincts, and he gently hummed along.
I want to use a beautiful and clear singing voice to meet my older brother's expectations.
The childish voice, and some syllables that didn't match the accompaniment.
Wan Qiu tried very hard to sing well.
Like a plant growing towards the sun, it tries its best to grow to a place where it can be touched by the sun.
This song...
It was the first song that truly brought Chu Zhang into the public eye.
It was also a song that Chu Zhang wrote for the lost Wan Qiu, praying for his return.
—"A Prayer for Autumn".
This song, composed and written by Chu Zhang, was the first hope he urgently wanted to realize when he wanted to make a change and take on responsibility.
Hopefully, this song will at least keep them connected.
It has been popular since its release and has now become a classic.
Yang Xiaoyu deliberately pushed the song to maintain its popularity.
He wanted Wanqiu to hear it.
This was his wish.
His wish came true.
Chu Zhang gazed at Wan Qiu, clearly wanting to guide her through the various beautiful things in the world.
Unexpectedly, the most beautiful music in the world was born from the hand that Wan Qiu was holding.
The song is over.
But Wanqiu sat in his seat, not daring to move an inch.
His older brother was watching him, watching him intently, and Wanqiu didn't know what to do.
"Really, our third sister is really something, oh really..." Chu Zhang stood up and went to Wan Qiu's side, "Our Wan Qiu is really an angel, an angel!"
Wan Qiu stared blankly at Chu Zhang, completely bewildered.
Chu Zhang said, "How about I sing one for you too, brother?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
In front of Wan Qiu, Chu Zhang held Wan Qiu's hand.
This song may have a lot of technique and a lot of emotion, but at this moment, all the previous unease and confusion have disappeared.
Even when Chu Zhang sang it again, it was calm and deep, as if he had walked through a desert, crossed thorns, and bypassed a cliff, finally standing on the boundless seashore, with the rising sun and the sparkling sea in front of him.
The song echoes across the vast world, returning prayers to the sun of hope.
——
Yang Xiaoyu, who was working, suddenly received a message on her phone.
I glanced at it casually and saw that it was Chu Zhang's private message.
Yang Xiaoyu picked up her phone, and a strange message appeared on it.
Chu Zhang: Dear Ms. Yang, do you believe in angels?
Yang Xiaoyu: Onset of illness?
Chu Zhang: Have you ever heard the voice of an angel?
Yang Xiaoyu: Gone crazy?
Chu Zhang: I recorded the sound of an angel descending. Are you interested?
Yang Xiaoyu was silent for a moment, thinking about Chu Zhang's personality. Did he mean that he had recorded Wan Qiu's voice?
Chu Zhang called Wan Qiu an angel?
Yang Xiaoyu thought for a moment and then sent a message.
Yang Xiaoyu: What do you want?
Chu Zhang: I want to post an official Weibo message myself.
Yang Xiaoyu: What content?
Chu Zhang: Just tell me whether you should or shouldn't you?
Yang Xiaoyu had roughly guessed what Chu Zhang was planning to do.
Wan Qiu has been brought back, and basically everyone who needs to know has received the news, but they haven't made it public, so others have to pretend they don't know.
Wanqiu has not yet met his elders, partly because his current personality is not suited to receiving too much attention.
Yang Xiaoyu was also considering when to introduce Wanqiu to his maternal grandparents, but since he was not a very bright grandson, he might not be welcomed. Yang Xiaoyu did not want Wanqiu to come into contact with these people.
It's not a good time to encounter malice now, when we're still unaware of everything.
If Chu Zhang were to announce this at this point...
Chu Zhang: Is it really that difficult?
Seeing Chu Zhang urging her, Yang Xiaoyu could only reply.
Yang Xiaoyu: It's not suitable now.
Yang Xiaoyu: Wan Qiu is not in good condition.
Chu Zhang:......
Chu Zhang: What could be wrong with that?
Yang Xiaoyu: There are always some people who are brainless and lack tact.
Chu Zhang: That's true.
Chu Zhang: But it's super cute.
Chu Zhang: I can't take it anymore.
Chu Zhang: Help!
Yang Xiaoyu also wanted to hear it.
Seeing Chu Zhang's repeated messages but his refusal to provide audio, Yang Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, vaguely feeling that Chu Zhang was becoming more and more deserving of a beating as he grew older.
Yang Xiaoyu: Let's change to another request.
Chu Zhang: I won't ask anymore.
Chu Zhang: The voice of an angel has no price.
Chu Zhang: [File]
Yang Xiaoyu received the file; it was an audio file.
Yang Xiaoyu found some headphones and turned on the audio directly on her phone.
It was the familiar intro to a song. Yang Xiaoyu leaned back in her office chair and casually turned halfway around.
It wasn't until she heard the lyrics, the youthful voice of a boy and Chu Zhang's excellent, deep harmonies, that Yang Xiaoyu stopped all her unnecessary fidgeting.
There were no special techniques involved, and Chu Zhang didn't showcase his excellent singing skills; he simply listened attentively, echoing the boy's clear voice.
The boy probably doesn't know much about it; the tune is off in many places, and he hums the lyrics in many places, clearly not understanding what the lyrics are.
But music and songs are all about expressing emotions.
This is a completely new song, with emotions entirely different from any of the songs I've recorded before.
It was Chu Zhang's joy.
Chu Zhang's voice was like emerald green leaves, carefully cradling a blooming camellia.
Yang Xiaoyu smiled.
Her red lips curved into a smile, adding a touch of maternal softness to her already strikingly beautiful face.
Being a mom is actually quite fun!
Yang Xiaoyu thought to herself.
Seeing her two children singing a song together so happily, the feelings of a mother are truly indescribable.
Chu Zhang: I'm in love.
Chu Zhang: I am a fan of angels.
Chu Zhang: My tweet is super cute.
Yang Xiaoyu couldn't help but laugh, as if she could already see Chu Zhang's excited face.
Is this a dream come true?
Yang Xiaoyu replayed the audio; Wan Qiu's earnestness and Chu Zhang's joy turned the prayer into reality.
Yang Xiaoyu: No need to post it on Weibo, you can use it directly as your phone ringtone.
Yang Xiaoyu: I'll use it too.
Chu Zhang: Oh ho.
Chu Zhang: Received.
Yang Xiaoyu extracted a section of the harmony and used it as her phone ringtone.
I understand Chu Zhang's strong desire to show off.
They even hoped to answer a phone call.
Chu Zhang: I also recorded a lot of children's songs.
Yang Xiaoyu: Send.
Chu Zhang: What can we exchange for it?
Yang Xiaoyu twitched her lips. What an unfilial son.
Yang Xiaoyu set an alarm while she was next to Chu Jianshu.
Chu Jianshu heard the singing, raised an eyebrow, and turned to look at Yang Xiaoyu.
Yang Xiaoyu coldly turned off the alarm without any expression, and then she and Chu Jianshu each went about their own business.
Chu Jianshu glanced at Yang Xiaoyu several times.
Yang Xiaoyu didn't even glance at Chu Jianshu.
Yang Xiaoyu holds a grudge; she still remembers how he didn't teach her how to get Wan Qiu to buy things on his own initiative.
Are you in a hurry?
You're going to be so anxious!
Chu Jianshu sighed deeply.
I'm feeling a bit down.
——
Wan Qiu's evenings were also entirely occupied by Chu Zhang.
Chu Zhang seemed to be someone who was always looking for new things, and Wan Qiu followed Chu Zhang's pace without stopping for a moment.
However, Chu Zhang is different from Yang Xiaoyu; Chu Zhang's thinking is more unpredictable, for example, right now...
Wan Qiu is playing a mobile game with Chu Zhang.
Even though they have a high-end computer and games at home, Chu Zhang insists on playing mobile games with Wan Qiu.
This was the first time Wanqiu had ever known that mobile phones could play games, and these colorful and vibrant items were very attractive to him.
What's appealing is the beautiful colors, not the game itself.
Wan Qiu sat next to Chu Zhang, and the two of them were on the carpet, playing on a mobile phone together.
Wanqiu is never very good at playing mini-games.
Chu Zhang downloaded a large number of apps onto Wan Qiu's phone, filling the entire screen with colorful designs. Chu Zhang told Wan Qiu that he could open and look at them one by one when he had nothing to do.
Chu Zhang taught Wan Qiu how to post on WeChat Moments: it could be with photos or with text.
Chu Zhang was like a bottomless giant box filled with all sorts of gifts. Wan Qiu kept receiving all sorts of novel gifts from it, but it seemed like he could never take them all.
These things were piled up at his feet, and Wanqiu didn't even have time to understand what these gifts were before he was overwhelmed by all sorts of beautiful boxes, feeling helpless.
Wan Qiu was already dozing off while holding his phone. After a whole day of running around, Wan Qiu was extremely tired.
Finally, Chu Zhang helped Wan Qiu up from his drowsy state when he could no longer support his head.
Having found a place to lean on, Wanqiu finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep.
Chu Zhang watched from the side, just like the sleepy kitten he often saw while watching videos, its eyes squinting as it forced itself open.
Is your physical strength lacking?
Chu Zhang thought to himself.
He took a short vacation these past few days, planning to take Wanqiu on some fun.
People like Yang Ze and Chu Yigui would never bother to properly show Wan Qiu what young people are doing these days.
In addition, due to Yang Xiaoyu's overprotective nature, Chu Zhang has already learned from Butler Bai that Wan Qiu has basically never left the house.
Just because Wanqiu doesn't say she wants to go out and play doesn't mean she'll really stay home all the time.
At least find something to have fun.
Once a person has their own interests and hobbies, they will become more motivated to do many things.
Chu Zhang picked Wan Qiu up and placed him on the bed.
Wearing a milky white nightgown, Wan Qiu breathed softly. Chu Zhang pinched Wan Qiu's hair and poked her cheek.
"It's a pity that my older brother is too busy, otherwise he could take you out to play every day."
He's not a real genius; he can't compare to Chu Yigui at all. He has to put in much more effort and hard work than others to maintain his current status.
If it weren't for the backing of the Chu family, Chu Zhang knew that he might not have been able to maintain his current reputation and status on his own, and he would have had to work even harder.
He worked so hard that no one could question him.
Would Wan Qiu be proud to have such an older brother?
Chu Zhang was amused by his own naive idea.
"Goodnight, little angel." Chu Zhang simply lay down next to Wan Qiu.
Wanqiu carried a unique fragrance that gently stimulated the tip of the nose, like a calming incense, bringing a good night's sleep.
——
Chu Zhang's footsteps never stopped, and Wan Qiu had a rather busy short holiday. Wan Qiu didn't even have much time to see her mother.
Chu Zhang practically swept through all the worthwhile places to visit during the holiday, including art exhibitions, football matches, ice rinks, comic conventions, aquariums, and a whole host of other places worth going to.
Wanqiu's memories are very chaotic, and he seems to be doing all sorts of things all the time.
When I got home, I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I lay down and didn't have time to think about anything else.
The next morning, Wan Qiu sprang out of bed to wash up, wondering where Chu Zhang would take him that day.
But when Wan Qiu stood before Chu Zhang, all ready to go, he received Chu Zhang's reply: "No, we're not going anywhere today."
Wan Qiu blinked and suddenly felt all the tension in his body relax.
"Let's have Wanqiu rest at home today. The short holiday is almost over, and she'll be going back to school tomorrow." Chu Zhang reached out and ruffled Wanqiu's neatly combed hair. "Let's stay home today."
Wan Qiu nodded.
He looked up at Chu Zhang.
"Have these past few days been interesting?" Chu Zhang asked.
Wanqiu's memories were filled with all sorts of chaotic things; in just a few days, he saw far too many things he had never seen before.
Wan Qiu is now like a tall stack of building blocks, arranged in a chaotic yet ingenious way. He can no longer reach the top block, but if you pull it out from the bottom, all his memories will collapse into a mess.
Seeing Wanqiu's bewilderment, Chu Zhang smiled happily.
Even though Wan Qiu didn't know what Chu Zhang was laughing about, his older brother was dazzlingly handsome.
“This world is even more beautiful than what we’ve seen these past few days,” Chu Zhang said, leaning against Wan Qiu and turning his head to speak to her.
Wan Qiu nodded.
"Is it very big?" Chu Zhang asked.
Wan Qiu nodded.
"How about I give you a task, big brother?" Chu Zhang asked, harboring his own thoughts.
Wan Qiu nodded.
Chu Zhang tilted his head, tapped Wan Qiu's phone with his fingertip, and said with a smile, "For the next week, Wan Qiu, how about you find your favorite photo from these pictures?"
Wan Qiu suddenly felt very nervous when he thought about the various photos they had taken that filled his phone's photo album.
There were too many photos, and Wanqiu had no idea which one to send to his older brother.
"My brother will be busy with work tomorrow and won't be back for a long time. He's just waiting for my dear Wanqiu to send me a message to keep him going. If there's no message, he'll be very sad."
Chu Zhang exaggeratedly clutched his heart with one hand, his mature and handsome face displaying such a pitiful and aggrieved expression, which was both incongruous and endearing.
When Wan Qiu saw Chu Zhang do this, he immediately panicked.
"Yes, I will send it, I will." Wan Qiu immediately comforted Chu Zhang, even reaching out to hold Chu Zhang's hand that was covering his chest, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
Chu Zhang's acting skills were effective, but when he saw Wan Qiu's genuine concern, he couldn't continue acting.
“Work is so boring, so I need Wanqiu to give me something bright.” Chu Zhang took Wanqiu’s hand in his hand to comfort him. “And these past few days, the time I’ve spent with Wanqiu has been beautiful. When I see something beautiful, I like going to work even more.”
Wanqiu knelt on the ground and nodded.
It was a beautiful time.
Even though Wanqiu couldn't recall those chaotic and complicated memories, she knew they were beautiful.
There are so many colors in the world, mixed together without any sense of incongruity.
Chu Zhang pulled Wan Qiu into his arms and said, "Whenever you see lots of beautiful things, Wan Qiu will become beautiful too."
Wan Qiu leaned against Chu Zhang's chest and nodded blankly.
"So Wanqiu agreed to send the photos to her older brother?"
Chu Zhang's request was somewhat difficult for Wan Qiu.
like……
He loves every photograph he takes.
They wandered through all sorts of places, as if exploring all sorts of worlds. Wanqiu loved these bright, visible, and colorful worlds.
But if you can only choose one.
This was an extremely large and difficult task for Wanqiu.
"I understand," Wan Qiu replied firmly, thinking of Chu Zhang's expectations.
"Thank you for your hard work, Wanqiu. Big brother likes Wanqiu very much."
The older brother hugged himself, feeling warm and cozy.
Even this warm feeling seemed to transform into a wealth of colors in Wanqiu's eyes, and in Wanqiu's eyes, it took an extremely beautiful picture.
——
Zhao Xinghua arrived that afternoon.
Chu Zhang yelled and refused to leave. Zhao Xinghua even considered gagging Chu Zhang, fearing that he would damage his voice by yelling like that.
"Why does it quack like a duck?" This was the scene that greeted Yang Xiaoyu when she came out of the study.
Wanqiu was also at a loss.
Wan Qiu was held in Chu Zhang's arms, unable to move.
Zhao Xinghua, almost with a look of resentment, tried to tear Chu Zhang off from Wan Qiu.
"Baby, come here and let Mommy hug you." Yang Xiaoyu gave Chu Zhang several disdainful looks, then reached out to Wan Qiu and said.
In the end, Wan Qiu stood there, holding Yang Xiaoyu's hand, watching as Chu Zhang was shoved into the nanny van by Zhao Xinghua and his assistant.
"Wanqiu! Wait for your brother! Next time I'll definitely invite you for even longer!!!" Chu Zhang clung to the car door, looking like he was determined not to get in even if it meant his death.
Watching the commotion, Wan Qiu clearly saw Zhao Xinghua's overflowing displeasure.
Yang Xiaoyu pouted: "All she does all day long is make a fuss. Just looking at her gives me a headache."
"Mom! I'm busy! You can't be idle either..." In the end, Chu Zhang's strength was no match for Zhao Xinghua's, and he was stuffed into the car.
The driver drove off without stopping, giving Chu Zhang no chance to back out.
Wan Qiu stood still, close to Yang Xiaoyu.
Watching the vehicle drive away.
What does it feel like?
Wan Qiu himself couldn't explain it.
But this is different from before, when I knew my parents were going to work and wouldn't be home for a long time.
It seemed like he would only see his older brother once in a very, very long time.
My older brother is always very happy, like a bright blue butterfly fluttering joyfully.
Drawn by the butterflies, Wanqiu kept walking forward. The butterflies' happy scales kept falling onto Wanqiu, covering him with joy.
Does this mean we won't see each other for a long time again?
I hope we can meet sooner next time.
Unconsciously, Wanqiu began to harbor a tiny, almost imperceptible expectation.
"Are you reluctant to part with her?" Yang Xiaoyu's voice came from above. Wan Qiu looked up and saw her mother's beautiful face.
Yang Xiaoyu gently rubbed Wanqiu's cheek, and Wanqiu quietly leaned against Yang Xiaoyu's palm.
Yang Xiaoyu kissed Wan Qiu's forehead.
Wanqiu's mood was like a string of tiny bubbles constantly rising from the bottom of a calm, deep blue sea.
But Wanqiu didn't know why these bubbles appeared, nor did he know how to make them disappear.
“It’s okay, it’s different from before. As long as our darling wants to see his older brother, we’ll let him come back to see our darling.” Yang Xiaoyu said to Wan Qiu, “Although his older brother is leaving, his younger brother will be back tonight.”
Wan Qiu blinked, snapping out of her daze.
Chu Yigui is coming back.
It's been a long time since I've seen his younger brother.
——
On a dark night, a discreet black car drove on a road with little traffic. Occasionally, when the driver looked at the cars behind him in the rearview mirror, he could see Chu Yigui, the young master of the Chu family, sitting in the back seat.
During her time at the orphanage, the driver stayed by Chu Yigui's side as her bodyguard.
Looking out the car window, Chu Yigui, who was shrouded in shadow, appeared very calm.
However, the driver noticed that Chu Yigui seemed very tired during this time.
He didn't have to do anything; just watching Chu Yigui's activities all day made him feel exhausted. Yet Chu Yigui's stamina seemed like a bottomless pit, showing no signs of fatigue whatsoever.
As a teenager who had already left the orphanage, Chu Yigui would occasionally return to do volunteer work there, which the driver deeply admired.
In every respect, Chu Yigui is a typical good child.
I was originally scheduled to return in the afternoon, but because of a simple request from a child at the orphanage to stay, I ended up staying until after the children at the orphanage went to bed.
The driver also wondered if it was because he had been an orphan that he was so lenient with the requests of these orphans.
The vehicle drove into the outer perimeter of the Chu family's residence and stopped at the entrance.
The driver was puzzled. He had sent a message to Butler Bai when he left the orphanage, so why wasn't Butler Bai waiting at the door?
Is something the matter?
"It's so late, thank you for your help." Chu Yigui said after the driver stopped the car and was about to get out, "You don't need to get out, go back and rest."
"Yes, young master, please take care," the driver said.
Chu Yigui nodded, stood at the gate, and watched the driver drive away.
Standing under the light at the entrance, Chu Yi's expression was cold as she turned and opened the main gate of the Chu family home.
However, Chu Yigui suddenly stopped.
Before him stood a person who should have been asleep at this time.
It was already quite late, and the villa's main hall, which should have been brightly lit, was only dimly lit. Wan Qiu was wearing cotton pajamas and holding her phone.
Even in the darkness, her eyes, as bright and clear as a star's, stared straight at him.
At that moment, Chu Yigui's spirit also briefly fell silent.
Chu Yigui took off the scarf she had worn because it was a bit chilly at night and put it away.
Now I understand why Butler Bai didn't come out to greet us.
"Good evening, brother." Chu Yigui stood in front of Wan Qiu, her voice as calm as ever, "I'm back."
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