People will die.
The first time Wan Qiu had an understanding of death was when Wan Xiaohua died.
It looks like he is in deep sleep, except that he doesn't snore, doesn't toss and turn, and isn't warm.
Grandma would no longer raise her calloused hands in anger; she would no longer suddenly become ill and destroy things everywhere; nor would she yell at the villagers who pointed fingers at her.
Lying on the dirty ground that she would despise when she was awake, it seemed as if nothing mattered anymore.
Wan Qiu later saw many kinds of death.
The toads crushed by the wheels into bloody foam and solidified on the asphalt ground; the rats rotting and stinking in the garbage dump until only their shrunken fur was left; the dry and leafless trees on the roadside, whose branches could be easily broken by their claws and teeth...
I remember that when he was close to death, he hugged himself and curled up, not knowing what he would face, but resisting.
That must be because he wants to live, right?
The sun was so scorching that it even made him uncomfortable, but Wanqiu loved the sun so much.
He didn't want to die, and he didn't want everything in this world to have nothing to do with him.
The car left.
Wan Qiu stood there, listening to the sound of the car leaving.
In the empty and silent world, the sound of the car seems like the memory before death.
Wan Qiu had the chance to grab Ning Qiaozhen's clothes and ask her to stay, but Wan Qiu couldn't do it.
It was as if the sack that had bound him since that snowy night was still on him, imprisoning him and preventing him from moving his arms and legs.
The only difference was that this time he could see his mother's back as she left.
Did your mother also walk like this?
The snow was crunching as I stepped on it, and there was never a pause.
Wan Qiu raised his head. The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Sweat dripped from his forehead into the corners of his eyes and then slid down.
Wan Qiu felt dizzy and his body could not support itself. He knelt on the ground. The temperature from the scorching ground transmitted to his legs, burning his flesh and bones.
Will you die if you are abandoned?
The scorching sun seemed to contain hot flames in every ray of light, penetrating into his body through his skin, burning his body and boiling his internal organs.
Wan Qiu covered his chest with his thin and dry fingers, and felt that his heart would probably be roasted soon.
His consciousness was already a little blurry, and the feeling of exhaustion made him mistake it for a sign of death.
A faint voice came to Wan Qiu's ears.
It's the sound of shoes hitting the ground.
Boom boom boom——
soon.
Wan Qiu blinked hard, trying to make himself more conscious.
"Wan Qiu!" An anxious, familiar female voice made Wan Qiu's brain slightly clearer.
A pair of slightly cool hands cupped his cheeks, leaving a hint of coolness on his hot skin.
That hint of coolness was like digging deep into the desert and finding a trace of cool water vapor in a deep sand pit. Even if it was only a little bit, it was hope for Wanqiu in the desert.
"Wanqiu, Wanqiu, it's mom."
Yang Xiaoyu's voice finally reached Wan Qiu's ears.
Wan Qiu's gaze gradually focused, and Yang Xiaoyu's anxious expression appeared in front of him.
"Wan Qiu, mom is here to pick you up." Wan Qiu's whole body was scorching hot from the sun, and she lost her strength and became extremely soft. Even Yang Xiaoyu could easily hold her thin body in her arms. "Don't be afraid, Wan Qiu, mom will take you home. Mom will not abandon you."
Turning his eyes slightly, Wan Qiu saw Yang Xiaoyu's long chestnut curly hair, which reminded him of the waves in the TV commercials. His burning heart seemed to be watered by the cool sea water and no longer felt as painful as before.
Wan Qiu blinked and suddenly remembered that he still had a mother.
New mother.
Wan Qiu reached out and hugged Yang Xiaoyu.
"Mom." Wan Qiu rubbed Yang Xiaoyu's hair in a dependent manner.
It was a scent, a smell he liked.
He was not abandoned.
He still had someone who hadn't abandoned him yet.
Wan Qiu trusted Yang Xiaoyu, just as he once trusted Ning Qiaozhen.
Wan Qiu fell into a coma.
Wan Qiu was dreaming, and the chaotic fragments of memory were trying to piece together into unfamiliar words one by one in his dream.
A very strange memory emerged deep in his mind. He couldn't remember it clearly. It seemed to be words. Wan Qiu could understand it, but couldn't quite read it.
However, these messy and incomprehensible texts made Wan Qiu suddenly realize that being abandoned by Ning Qiaozhen was something that was bound to happen.
Something he had known a long time ago, but had forgotten.
After this destined event, Wan Qiu will return to Yang Xiaoyu's mother and live...
What kind of life will you live?
Wan Qiu couldn't understand it. The words were blurry and he didn't recognize some of them. He also couldn't understand some of them when they were connected into sentences.
His Chinese performance has always been poor and he cannot understand so many words and long sentences.
I can only understand it vaguely.
It seems like he's going to go back to his biological parents, and then...he's going to bully someone.
Who are you bullying?
He will bully others, but he will be bullied back, and he will die.
Chu Wanqiu was expelled from the Chu family and abandoned by the Chu couple. He was left to fend for himself and would be killed in revenge.
The vocabulary of this sentence is very unfamiliar, but Wan Qiu seems to understand its meaning.
He will be abandoned by his parents and then die.
Why was he abandoned? Does abandonment mean abandonment?
Will she suddenly abandon him without any reason, just like her mother?
Will his current parents abandon him?
Don't want to be abandoned.
How can we avoid being abandoned?
Don’t you bully people?
What is bullying?
Who did he bully?
In his chaotic mind, there always lingers an unforgettable name - Chu Yigui.
Wan Qiu suddenly opened his eyes.
The world in front of him was white, and there was a very strange smell in the air. Wan Qiu smelled it and it was the smell of disinfectant.
There was a color that was not white. Wan Qiu turned his head slightly and saw the owner of the name in his mind, Chu Yigui.
Chu Yigui was wearing a loose white short-sleeved shirt, but his body was not thin. His hair was slightly long and hung casually, loosely covering his beautiful eyes. Against the backdrop of the white wall, he seemed to look even better.
"Are you awake?" Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu who had opened his eyes.
"Chu Yigui." This name kept lingering in Wan Qiu's memory, but it felt very strange when Wan Qiu called it out loud.
"Are you feeling okay?" Chu Yigui put down the heavy book in his hand and smiled at Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu nodded. In a daze, those distressing memories seemed to gradually retreat into the depths of his memory because of Chu Yigui's voice.
Wan Qiu turned his head and saw that he was receiving an IV drip. There was a strange "TV" at the head of the bed. The snow-white bed was soft and comfortable, and the bedding smelled of laundry detergent.
It's a hospital.
"I don't have any money." Wan Qiu said.
"Mom and Dad have money." Chu Yigui sat on the edge of Wan Qiu's bed, looked down at Wan Qiu, and held Wan Qiu's hand. "You don't have to pay, brother."
"Brother?" Wan Qiu repeated the unfamiliar name in a daze.
"Your parents are also my parents. You are a few months older than me, so you are my older brother." Chu Yigui spoke slowly and he would pause after each sentence to make it easier for Wan Qiu to understand.
brother.
Wan Qiu suddenly understood something, and he and Chu Yigui became brothers.
Everything in memory is becoming reality.
"Are you my brother?" Wan Qiu had never thought that there would be other family members besides his parents.
Rather than doubt and fear, there is more novelty and subtle joy of being able to have a closer connection.
"Yes." Chu Yigui responded.
"Aren't we friends anymore?" Wan Qiu was reluctant to give up such a relationship.
"We are friends and brothers." Chu Yigui's fingers clasped between Wan Qiu's thin fingers, "We are closer than others."
Wan Qiu couldn't wrap his mind around it.
He is closer to Chu Yigui and will bully Chu Yigui.
What is the relationship between bullying and intimacy?
"She's gone, do you still remember?" Chu Yigui asked, directly revealing the memory that Wan Qiu had not completely hidden.
Wan Qiu stared at Chu Yigui blankly. Even Wan Qiu himself did not notice that the two words "left" accumulated into water drops, falling capriciously from the corners of Wan Qiu's eyes.
Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu quietly, stretched out his other hand to touch the corner of Wan Qiu's eyes, and collected the water droplets in his hand.
The water droplets seemed to form a line of water, moistening the dry beach and leaving a small puddle between Chu Yigui's fingers.
Time passes by little by little.
"Don't cry anymore." Chu Yigui's voice finally rang out, "Don't cry too much."
The obedient Wan Qiu really tried hard to blink his eyes, trying to suppress the sourness.
"You have a new home now, a new mother."
Soft, gentle, slow.
Chu Yigui's voice, bit by bit, created a simple, vague shadow in Wanqiu's memory.
"You don't have to be sad anymore." Chu Yigui's words didn't sound like consolation, but guidance.
Wan Qiu would listen to everyone, not to mention that Chu Yigui said that they were very close.
"You have a new mother, talk to her and don't cry."
Chu Yigui's calm eyes were like heavy stones. Under this gaze, it seemed as if Wan Qiu's tears were suppressed, and all the tears were hidden under this heavy stone.
Wan Qiu watched and watched.
He seemed to understand what Chu Yigui said, but also seemed not to understand.
Until the door was opened and footsteps came closer, Chu Yigui loosened his grip on Wan Qiu's hand, stood up from Wan Qiu's bed, and put his fingertips, which were wet with water droplets, behind his back.
"Wanqiu, Wanqiu, is the baby awake?" When Yang Xiaoyu saw Wan Qiu awake, his eyes were full of surprise, but after the surprise, he became more worried.
"Mom." Wan Qiu's soft, tender boyish voice carried an imperceptible trust and dependence.
His mother.
Wan Qiu thought of the strange text that was bound to happen.
His most beautiful mother will definitely abandon him.
But Wan Qiu still remembers that his mother said "she would never abandon him."
Wan Qiu couldn't judge between the two different perceptions.
"I'm sorry." Yang Xiaoyu rested his head on Wan Qiu's forehead and looked into the pair of beautiful eyes that inherited his own.
The always clear eyes were still not disturbed by the dark clouds, but they seemed even more empty, as if there was a blank world. Even with the most stubborn oil paint in the world, it was difficult to leave any color on this pure white.
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry." Yang Xiaoyu knew what they had done.
They forcibly tore off Wan Qiu's dependence, and now Wan Qiu must be covered in more blood than they saw.
"Mom." Wan Qiu remembered to talk to Yang Xiaoyu, otherwise he would cry, "I have no home anymore."
Wan Qiu, who had been abandoned three times, was homeless for the third time.
In that dim, old rental apartment, there was often a faint smell of alcohol in the air, the smell of Ning Qiaozhen's cosmetics, the smell of soap, shabby wooden furniture, a narrow little bedroom, and a single bed that belonged to him alone.
These are all things that are filled with happiness and that Wanqiu loves.
He could no longer go back to the place he could always return to.
Dad abandoned Mom.
His mother abandoned him.
The rental house, which was so beautiful when the afternoon sun shone in, was finally shattered in Wanqiu's memory.
Once he recalled it, the shadow of Ning Qiaozhen's resolute abandonment of him would occupy his vision, freeze his blood, let the pain flow through his veins, and solidify his life.
"Baby, you have a home." Yang Xiaoyu lifted Wan Qiu's head, which had been lowered, and stared into his eyes seriously. "You have a home. Mom's home is your home. Mom and Dad will take you home together."
Wan Qiu had no doubt that he would soon have a new home.
"Mom and Dad will always love you." Yang Xiaoyu tried his best to rekindle Wan Qiu's dependence and expectations.
Wan Qiu was looking at Yang Xiaoyu.
Wan Qiu can only distinguish feelings, but does not know what is true or false.
Yang Xiaoyu kissed Wan Qiu's forehead and Wan Qiu closed his eyes.
——You have a new mother.
Chu Yigui's voice rang in my ears.
When he didn't know what to do, his friends and brothers gave him a direction.
"Yes." Wan Qiu replied.
"Baby Wanqiu, does your face still hurt?" Yang Xiaoyu caressed Wanqiu's bruised face with heartache. It was still a little bruised, but it had improved a lot.
"It doesn't hurt." Wan Qiu said.
"Are you hungry?" Yang Xiaoyu asked.
"Hungry." Wan Qiu expressed his thoughts truthfully.
Wan Qiu got a bowl of porridge.
The porridge was very beautiful in a small bowl, and the plate it came in was also very beautiful. Wan Qiu wanted to take the beautiful and delicate little spoon.
"Can you let mommy feed our baby Wanqiu?" Although she said these words as a question, Yang Xiaoyu had already put the spoon to Wanqiu's mouth.
Wan Qiu opened his mouth obediently, holding the spoon and letting Yang Xiaoyu take it out. The delicious porridge in his mouth instantly aroused Wan Qiu's appetite.
"Xiaoyu, Wanqiu is already fourteen years old." Chu Jianshu couldn't help but remind her when he saw Yang Xiaoyu feeding Wanqiu one spoonful at a time.
"What does it matter? It's my child anyway." Yang Xiaoyu wanted to feed him every meal, not to mention just this time. She wanted him to eat more and let her baby Wanqiu gain weight. With such delicate facial features, he will surely become more and more beautiful.
Wan Qiu blinked and realized that Yang Xiaoyu was praising him.
Yang Xiaoyu looked at Wan Qiu eating porridge obediently and found him so adorable. His eyes clearly contained the soul of a fourteen-year-old, but they were even more childish and pure.
"Wan Qiu." After putting the last mouthful of porridge into Wan Qiu's mouth, Yang Xiaoyu held the bowl and spoon with some worry. The previous rejection was still vivid in her mind. "Are you really willing to go home with your mother?"
"Yes." Wan Qiu responded.
Yang Xiaoyu's eyes lit up. She was rejected so many times that she felt a little uneasy and asked again, "Really?"
Wan Qiu was more hopeful than Yang Xiaoyu: "I will go home with my mother."
Yang Xiaoyu hugged Wan Qiu tightly.
When Wan Qiu hugged Yang Xiaoyu back, some of her stiff long curly hair got tangled in her fingers.
Those words told me that this was my last time as a mother.
For Wan Qiu, "mother" is a unique word and the most special person in his life.
But things are different now.
He has someone very special.
His brother, his friend, the one he bullied, the one who would make him an outcast.
Wan Qiu turned his eyes and looked at Chu Yigui who was standing beside him.
That's a special person.
——
Wan Qiu had a full body check-up.
Under the condition that Ning Qiaozhen abandoned him, Wan Qiu no longer refused to take off his clothes.
Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu received every scar on his body.
Wan Qiu also conducted inspections and tests.
The conclusion was that Wan Qiu did not have pathological intellectual disability, which was very strange, but Wan Qiu's performance was obviously abnormal from that of normal people, so the doctor thought that perhaps he should see a psychiatrist.
After knowing the news, Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu's faces became even worse.
What kind of situation will cause psychological problems? The answer is obvious.
Fortunately, there is still hope if it can be guided and corrected in the future.
Wan Qiu had signs of injuries all over his body, and it was obvious that he had not received adequate treatment. However, due to his young age and strong vitality, he seemed to have recovered quite well.
Yang Xiaoyu asked to remove Wan Qiu's scars and erase all the marks, big and small, left on Wan Qiu's body by his past life.
Wan Qiu's physical condition was surprisingly good. Apart from severe malnutrition, there were no major problems in all aspects.
According to the doctor, he was born with a strong vitality.
Wan Qiu was discharged from the hospital soon. What he needed was nutrition, not hospitalization.
"Brother." Chu Yigui and Wan Qiu sat side by side on the rest chairs in the hospital. Chu Yigui took the initiative to ask, "Are you tired?"
Wan Qiu shook his head.
"You have two older brothers, who are also brothers."
brother.
Wan Qiu thought about the number and said, "Mom gave birth to four children?"
"No, my mother gave birth to three children." Chu Yigui held Wan Qiu's hand. He would do this when no one was around. "I am not my mother's child."
Wan Qiu quickly understood this sentence.
Wan Qiu nodded.
However, Chu Yigui turned his head and looked at Wan Qiu at eye level: "Brother, don't you find it strange at all?"
Wan Qiu took a long time to react before saying, "I am not my mother's child either."
Chu Yigui was stunned for a moment, then realized Wan Qiu’s logic.
Perhaps Wan Qiu, who had this experience of being an "adopted son", has different ideas from those of normal people.
To Wan Qiu, there is probably no difference between an adopted son and a biological son. If Ning Qiaozhen does not abandon Wan Qiu on her own initiative, Wan Qiu will treat Ning Qiaozhen as his biological mother.
Chu Yigui lowered his eyes, then raised them again with a smile in his eyes: "Brother is really amazing."
Wan Qiu didn’t know why Chu Yigui said he was awesome, but since Chu Yigui said so, then he might be really awesome.
Chu Yigui and Wan Qiu intertwined their fingers: "Although there are other brothers, we are different. Brother, you and I are different. We are closer."
Wan Qiu lowered his head and looked at his and Chu Yigui's hands together. One of them looked slender and good-looking, while the other looked thin and ugly. They were not a match at all.
But they were entangled together, and Wan Qiu felt that this was probably intimacy.
"Well, we are closer." Wan Qiu believed what Chu Yigui said unconditionally.
Chu Yigui smiled, and Wan Qiu looked at him and didn't think that was "happy".
Wan Qiu never knew why Chu Yigui was different from ordinary people and why he was always "unhappy".
When the doctor's door was opened, Wan Qiu felt the hand holding his being pulled away.
Before I had the chance to look at Chu Yigui, I was suddenly embraced by someone with a pleasant fragrance.
Looking at the beautiful chestnut curly hair, Wan Qiu reached out and grabbed his mother.
"Baby Wanqiu, let's go home." Yang Xiaoyu hugged Wanqiu, hugging the child who had been lost and now returned to her arms.
Wan Qiu couldn't see Yang Xiaoyu's face, so he was a little at a loss. He looked up at Chu Jianshu.
However, a thick and warm palm pressed down on his head again and stroked it gently several times. Wan Qiu blinked and felt as if he was wrapped in warmth.
Strange feeling.
"Mom will carry you to the car, okay?" Yang Xiaoyu asked, hugging Wan Qiu's shoulders.
Chu Jianshu raised his eyebrows and said, "Xiao Yu, stop making trouble. Wan Qiu is a 14-year-old boy anyway."
"He doesn't look like he's fourteen years old. He's not even as tall as Yigui's shoulders." Yang Xiaoyu said.
Chu Jianshu also looked at Chu Yigui who had already stood up. Indeed, Wan Qiu could not compare with Chu Yigui in terms of height and body shape.
"Come, let mommy hug you?" Yang Xiaoyu stood up, opened her arms and made a gesture to Wan Qiu as if she really wanted a hug.
"Wan Qiu will be shy too." Chu Jianshu felt helpless about his wife's whimsical ideas.
Yang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Wan Qiu doesn't understand."
Chu Jianshu was suddenly choked.
When Wan Qiu stood up, the air suddenly became silent.
Wan Qiu was looking at Yang Xiaoyu.
Although Yang Xiaoyu had a smile on her face and looked relaxed, Wan Qiu could sense her nervousness and anticipation.
Wan Qiu took a step forward, opened his arms and put them around Yang Xiaoyu's shoulders, hugging Yang Xiaoyu with his thin arms.
For Wan Qiu, this hug was the limit of the hugs he knew.
However, Yang Xiaoyu suddenly grabbed Wan Qiu's legs and picked him up.
When Wan Qiu left the ground, he instinctively hugged Yang Xiaoyu tighter with his hands and his eyes widened.
"...So light." Yang Xiaoyu was also a little shocked. The child in her arms was incredibly light. The corners of her mouth turned down subconsciously, but she quickly put away her complicated emotions and raised her head again, "Let's go, let's go. Mommy will carry you downstairs in the elevator."
Chu Jianshu and Chu Yigui looked at each other and then looked at Wan Qiu at the same time.
Wan Qiu is now in a completely downtime state and does not understand the current situation.
He was picked up.
Soaring in mid-air.
The whole weight of my body was on my mother.
This was the first time this happened in Wan Qiu's world.
Can he be picked up?
Wan Qiu remembered this action because he only saw mothers holding babies like this on the street.
When other people in the elevator saw this strange mother and son combination, they all had smiles in their eyes.
Wan Qiu hugged Yang Xiaoyu's neck tightly with both hands, dazed.
Others who see them will feel a little happy and smile.
Wan Qiu vaguely felt that it might be strange to hug someone in public like this.
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