"My son, why do you have to fight for that little bottle every day..." Yang Xiaoyu's angry voice came from the headset, calling back Chu Yigui's focus on Wan Qiu, "I've had enough, I don't want to wait anymore, even if I tie him up, so what? He's not smart anyway, he'll believe it if I coax him!"
Chu Yigui stood not far away, watching Wan Qiu rummaging through the trash can again.
"My brother is just not smart, but he has feelings." Chu Yigui also knew that Chu Jianshu's worries were correct.
Wan Qiu depends on and trusts Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai. After being forcibly separated, Wan Qiu will trust his real family, but will also retain sincere feelings for Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen.
But even though we can't take Wan Qiu back immediately, it doesn't mean we can't do anything.
Chu Yigui said: "Mom, maybe you can just tell your brother that you are his biological mother."
"But yesterday..." Yang Xiaoyu's anticipated first meeting was ruined by his own bad temper, and now he regrets it.
"It's okay, mom, my brother is very simple."
Chu Yigui saw the thin man, small, quiet and silent in the dim and narrow rental house.
He couldn't remain as indifferent as he thought he could.
The autumn should be filled with gentler smells, perhaps the smell of sun, grass, and clean water, rather than the smell of damp sheets, mixed food, rotten wood, and cheap soap.
"Brother will believe what you say, as long as you tell him seriously." Chu Yigui heard his own voice calmly.
But Chu Yigui didn't know if he was really calm.
Chu Yigui took the initiative to get close to Wan Qiu, wanting to know Wan Qiu's thinking, habits, and personality, but he saw a blank sheet of paper.
Wan Qiu is an empty shell, he does not have the colorful thoughts of a normal person.
Yang Xiaoyu was silent.
Yang Xiaoyu glanced at her husband and Chu Jianshu nodded.
As parents, they really don't want to watch their son do anything for that cold and indifferent cage without blood ties and warmth for even a minute.
However, they saw hunger, hardship, and scars, but not resentment, anger, and hatred, so they were at a loss and unable to do anything.
"Yigui, give mom some time to spend with Wanqiu." Yang Xiaoyu said with a sigh.
"I'm leaving. Goodbye."
When Wan Qiu was opening a courier carton and putting it away, Chu Yigui's voice came from above his head.
He raised his head and saw Chu Yigui turning and leaving.
Are you gone?
Wan Qiu blinked.
His friend is generous, smart and handsome.
Among so many passers-by, only Chu Yigui was the most conspicuous.
It was not until Chu Yigui disappeared around the corner that Wan Qiu turned around and dragged his small cart, continuing to move forward along the familiar route.
When Wan Qiu saw the student coming towards him, the first thing he noticed was the bottle in the other person's hand.
The second thing to pay attention to is that the other party called your name.
"Wow, it's Wan Qiu, picking up trash again today?"
Several male and female classmates stood together in front of Wan Qiu.
They are classmates and friends of each other, Wan Qiu's classmates, not Wan Qiu's friends.
Yang Xiaoyu tidied herself up in front of the window, then walked towards her child with her long legs, very quickly, with anticipation and joy.
Wan Qiu could be seen from afar, looking up. She looked particularly petite in front of a group of tall, strong, and well-developed boys and girls.
"Who is this?" asked a classmate from another class who was unfamiliar to Wan Qiu.
"He's a classmate of ours, a fool. I always see him picking up trash nearby."
Yang Xiaoyu got closer and heard the sound of several people chatting.
"You have a stupid classmate?" A girl laughed, "No wonder he looks so weird."
"He has a problem with his brain. If you don't believe me, give him the bottle in your hand and ask him to drink your drink. He will definitely drink it." Wan Qiu's classmate laughed.
However, the girl held her drink bottle in disdain: "Isn't that an indirect kiss? I don't want to kiss a fool indirectly."
Wan Qiu stood in front of several students, almost surrounding Wan Qiu, making it impossible for Wan Qiu to leave.
Wan Qiu didn't know what these people wanted him to do. It seemed that they didn't want him to do anything, but they didn't want him to leave either.
Wan Qiu took a step back and wanted to leave, but suddenly bumped into someone.
It was as if he had smelled a unique fragrance somewhere before, which softly enveloped Wan Qiu, as if the smell had classified him into a certain category.
Behind him, a woman appeared.
The woman was very tall, and wearing high heels made her look even taller.
The bright red long skirt and long curly hair make the woman have a temperament different from ordinary people, and the gorgeous makeup makes the woman look even more domineering.
The woman's cold eyes swept across the faces of several students.
The young elementary school students were unable to compete with the powerful adults, and no one spoke for a while.
A hand was put around Wan Qiu's shoulders, and he led Wan Qiu straight through a group of elementary school students.
She has more important things to do and doesn't have time to waste with rude boys.
Yang Xiaoyu's face looked unhappy. She knew that Wan Qiu was not doing well at home, and she also thought that Wan Qiu might not be doing well at school either.
The elementary school students didn't say much, but the information revealed between the lines was enough for perceptive adults to notice something unusual.
It's not in her character not to retaliate against those who bullied her children.
Revenge is easy.
It would be enough to just let the news expose some small things that happened in school.
She has countless resources in this regard, but now is not the right time.
Yang Xiaoyu turned her head to look at Wan Qiu, and happened to meet Wan Qiu's gaze as he looked up at her.
Yang Xiaoyu's face froze, he restrained his temper and showed a gentle and warm smile.
This time there was no forceful pulling or yelling. Wan Qiu followed Yang Xiaoyu quietly.
He was very close to the woman, and the pleasant scent of the woman had never dissipated.
He knew the woman who had lifted up his clothes yesterday.
Wan Qiu unconsciously pulled the hem of his clothes down.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong yesterday." Yang Xiaoyu noticed Wan Qiu's actions and immediately took two steps back to a safe distance. "Give me a chance to speak, okay?"
Yang Xiaoyu's knowing when to stop and not being tough made Wan Qiu's defense disappear easily.
"What?" Wan Qiu asked.
"Can we go to another place?" On the noisy street filled with traffic and crowds of people, Yang Xiaoyu was concerned about every factor that might affect her confession to Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu nodded, but his face was full of hesitation.
It’s almost time for lunch. There are a lot of bottles to pick up in the snack street during that time. The weather is so good today, so there will be a lot of people.
Yang Xiaoyu took out a hundred-yuan bill from her bag.
Wan Qiu watched the woman put the banknote in front of him and said, "I want to talk to you. Can I use money to buy the time to talk to you?"
Is it ok?
Wan Qiu swallowed his saliva.
He had clearly agreed, but he suddenly got a hundred dollars.
Wan Qiu had only seen a hundred yuan when he was running errands for his parents, and he knew that he could buy a lot of things with it.
How long would it take him to save up one hundred yuan by picking up waste?
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