Chu Yigui noticed some A4 draft papers next to the homework. When he turned over the back of the papers, he could see a lot of handwriting. They should be some discarded copy papers after use in the office, and they were not something that would appear in this house.
The manuscript paper is not perfect, and you can see some dirt and cut corners. One can imagine that these draft papers were picked out from the garbage dump by Wan Qiu and carefully collected.
The draft paper was not bound with a stapler, but with a rope made by repeatedly threading it with needle and thread and then tying it together. It can be seen that Wan Qiu wanted to imitate the custom-made method of books, but unfortunately he only succeeded in preventing the papers from completely falling apart.
Wan Qiu used the paper very carefully and there were no large blank spaces. He typed the draft densely from top to bottom like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder. The upper half was covered with drafts, while the lower half was blank.
No matter how you look at it, he is a serious and studious student, but unfortunately, the content of the draft makes Chu Yigui very confused.
Wan Qiu's way of thinking is completely different from the way he should have been instilled in school, and even the way he gets the questions wrong is different.
If the math problems still showed traces of education, the Chinese problems were almost terrible. Wan Qiu seemed to be able to write only a few words, and the reading comprehension seemed like a repeated piece together of the simple words he had learned.
Chu Yigui took photos of Wan Qiu's draft papers and summer homework and sent them to his parents who were anxious because they could not hear any sound.
Seeing these messy contents, both sides were silent for a while.
"Wan Qiu's intelligence..." Chu Jianshu paused. Although he didn't want to mention it, it was an unavoidable fact that Wan Qiu could not keep up with primary school education.
However, Yang Xiaoyu didn't care at all. Looking at those wrong answers, which were actually words written seriously, his heart softened.
Although the child is a little stupid, he is serious and hardworking, which is enough to make her feel that he is a good child.
"My three sons are all outstanding. Wan Qiu doesn't need to be as outstanding as him. He can come back to me and grow up happily. Even if I die, I still have brothers. There is nothing to worry about." Yang Xiaoyu flipped through some photos with a smile on his lips, as if he saw Wan Qiu doing his homework seriously.
"Yeah." Chu Jianshu responded. His very competitive and somewhat stubborn wife easily accepted that he had a child with intellectual disabilities.
"Besides, even though he's not very smart, he can go to school well, take care of himself, and learn life skills. He must be working very hard. How can I possibly look down on a hard-working child?"
There was a smile on Yang Xiaoyu's lips, her expression was gentle and bright, very beautiful, and there was a light sparkling in her eyes.
Chu Jianshu also smiled because his wife's mood improved.
Chu Yigui listened quietly to the conversation between his parents in the headphones.
Even as an adopted child, in the minds of Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu, I am a child of equal status.
He knew this clearly.
If his parents asked him to support Wan Qiu in the future, there was nothing wrong with that.
Wanqiu doesn't have much stuff, and at a glance the most common things are books.
In the entire room, Chu Yigui did not find anything that could be considered entertainment. There were no toys, decorations, hobbies, or anything else that could be considered entertainment.
The only thing that could be considered to have a unique color was the mechanical pencils and refill box carefully placed on the table.
At the age of fourteen, when all students of the same age had given up pencils, it seemed that the ballpoint pen was Wanqiu's best choice.
Chu Yigui glanced at Wan Qiu who was preparing dinner in the narrow kitchen, then turned and walked towards Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai's bedroom.
There is a double bed in the bedroom, and the floor is covered with soft carpet. The mattress and quilt are obviously softer and more comfortable than Wanqiu's bed. They are soft and comfortable to the touch. The price may not be high, but they are definitely better than ordinary sheets.
Wan Qiu's bed sheets and quilt covers had obvious holes in them, the style of a school dormitory. Chu Yigui didn't know whether Wan Qiu's mattress was arranged by Ning Qiaozhen and others, or was the result of Wan Qiu's scavenging.
On the dressing table next to the bed, you can see quite a lot of big-brand cosmetics, with prices ranging from a few hundred to thousands, and in large quantities.
In the corner of the dressing table, one can see a closed and locked dressing box. It is not difficult to imagine that there should be some valuable decorations inside.
"Yigui, why is there no sound from your end?" Yang Xiaoyu's voice came. Obviously, the excessive silence made her, who wanted to get information, very uncomfortable.
"Mom, I'm checking the room." Chu Yigui heard the sound of the range hood being turned on in the kitchen and confirmed that Wan Qiuxian couldn't hear him. "Generally speaking, Wan Qiu's adoptive parents are not poor and enjoy life. They just don't seem to care much about my brother. My brother's room..."
Chu Yigui took a video of Wan Qiu’s room and sent it out.
"It's very clean and boring. I can't tell what my brother likes from this room." Chu Yigui's tone was gentle, and he was also making suggestions seriously. "If you want to cater to his preferences, it seems that... maybe giving him some stationery would be a better suggestion."
"What the hell is this room?" Yang Xiaoyu started to get angry when he saw the room. "Can this be called a boy's room? Is this size a joke? Even the grocery room can't be this small, right?"
Chu Yigui blinked and replied, "Mom, this is how ordinary people live."
Yang Xiaoyu suddenly fell silent, thinking of the orphanage where Chu Yigui had lived, and pursed her lips: "I won't let my child live like this."
Chu Yigui responded: "Brother will understand mother's love. Only when he returns to you can he enjoy life."
Yang Xiaoyu responded and repeated, "You are also my mother's child."
"I know, you don't have to worry." Chu Yigui responded seriously, looking at Wan Qiu in the kitchen blocked by transparent glass.
Perhaps many people would be ashamed to show their barren rooms, torn sheets, dirty manuscripts...
Wan Qiu calmly let him step into this not-so-excellent private area.
Compared with his parents' exquisite bedroom, Wan Qiu didn't think there was anything unusual about his simple bedroom.
Chu Yigui couldn't tell whether this was because of his low IQ or because he was used to it.
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