"How are they? Are the new shoes comfortable to wear?" Yang Xiaoyu's teasing laughter reached Wan Qiu's ears from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah." Perhaps because he couldn't see Yang Xiaoyu's face, Wan Qiu didn't have to judge emotions and give hints when answering questions, which made it easier for him to express his feelings.
"Do you like it?"
"……kindness."
Having discovered that Wan Qiu would become more honest as long as he spoke on the phone, Yang Xiaoyu was very interested in continuing.
"Let's go out now and follow the direction mom told us." Yang Xiaoyu said.
Wan Qiu held the cell phone and opened the door. The summer temperature did not make Wan Qiu feel hot.
The summer sun was clearly too scorching, but the burning heat seemed to be absorbed by the thriving leaves and flowers, and the air was filled with the cozy scent of plants and breeze.
Following Yang Xiaoyu's instructions, Wan Qiu walked onto the gravel path.
Under the lush, strong and beautiful trees, despite this very unfamiliar environment, Wanqiu felt at ease because of his mother's voice.
It's so big here.
There were obviously only trees, flowers and plants, but Wan Qiu knew that this was different from the village.
The trees in the country are not so exceedingly pretty.
There won't be so many colorful flowers blooming in the countryside at once.
There is no gasoline smell, no shops, and it is so clean that it seems there is not even a speck of dust.
It's obviously the same place as a park.
But it is his home.
"Baby, what do you see now?" Yang Xiaoyu's gentle voice came from the phone.
Wan Qiu smelled a sweet fragrance in the air. It was not the scent of flowers, but a sweeter, tangy scent mixed with the scent of soil.
In Wanqiu's vision, a huge, endless orchard suddenly appeared.
"It's...autumn." In the hot summer, Wan Qiu said this word.
In the vast orchard, different fruits sparkled with colorful colors under the sunlight. The rich fruity aroma condensed in the air, mellowed like strong liquor. The drunk Wan Qiu doubted whether what he saw was reality.
"Autumn?" Yang Xiaoyu's voice was carried by the breeze from behind and reached Wan Qiu's ears. "Does it mean 'harvest season'?"
Wan Qiu turned around.
"What a lovely adjective." Yang Xiaoyu looked at Wan Qiu's soft hair that was messed up by the breeze, and his clear pupils seemed to be dyed with the color of fruits.
Yang Xiaoyu couldn't bear it any longer and stretched out her little black hand to Wan Qiu. Wan Qiu quietly let her knead him, looking up at her tentatively with his cute little eyes, like a little puppy being fucked, hesitating and not knowing how to resist.
"Are you happy that your mom called you?" Yang Xiaoyu wore a sun hat, but her smile was brighter than the sun. "Are you happy that I can show you your orchard?"
Wan Qiu blinked.
——Do this to other people, and they will be happy.
Chu Yigui's voice suddenly seemed to appear in Wan Qiu's ears.
If you are happy...
If I do as Chu Yigui says, will my mother be happier?
Wan Qiu raised his head and Yang Xiaoyu lowered his head. Both of them seemed to realize that something was going to happen at this time, and neither of them spoke.
Wan Qiu knew that he had to be smarter.
At least Chu Yigui is also teaching him.
He was really happy too.
Wan Qiu slowly raised the corners of his mouth, as if Chu Yigui's fingers were lifting the corners of his mouth.
Wan Qiu smiled.
Because he was in a good mood, because he saw the beautiful orchard, because he answered the phone for the first time, and because he turned around and saw his mother.
All this joy was poured into the corners of his mouth, and Wan Qiu smiled.
No sound.
Quiet.
Yang Xiaoyu's eyes slowly widened.
The joy carried in those bright eyes is like flowing water dyed with the colors of flowers during the blooming season.
Although he was a skinny child who was a little tanned due to the sun, his smile was as bright as a sunflower.
Yang Xiaoyu unconsciously stretched out her hands and held the boy's cheeks. She lowered her head and her sun hat fell behind her. Yang Xiaoyu kissed Wan Qiu's forehead.
Yang Xiaoyu hugged Wan Qiu.
Even among the pleasant woods and orchards, the summer heat cannot be dispelled.
Yang Xiaoyu felt the cool Wan Qiu gradually warming up in his arms.
"Mom loves you, baby." Yang Xiaoyu said seriously.
Wan Qiu always felt that Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen loved him, but they just stopped loving him later.
But when Wan Qiu heard this.
But it felt strange.
Is this what was said to him?
Can love be expressed in words?
Yang Xiaoyu let go of Wan Qiu, and looking away embarrassedly at Wan Qiu's confused look.
Just like many parents in the world, when expressing love to their children, they are better at using actions rather than words. Such directness made Yang Xiaoyu feel a little embarrassed.
"Your hair has grown a little long." Yang Xiaoyu pinched the hair by Wan Qiu's ear and changed the subject.
If there is a chance later, I will secretly give Wan Qiu a girl's hairstyle? While Wan Qiu still doesn't understand it?
Her child is so cute, she wants to keep every look of him and enjoy him later.
These words cannot be said out loud, otherwise Wan Qiu will feel a sense of crisis and will be unwilling to cooperate.
Yang Xiaoyu was thinking aimlessly.
While Yang Xiaoyu was daydreaming, Wan Qiu looked at his hands that were pinching his long hair at his temples. His hair, which had not been specially trimmed for most of the summer vacation, had indeed grown longer.
Long enough to slightly cover the eyes.
Wan Qiu quietly pushed her hair behind her ear.
——
During the lunch break, Yang was thinking about the gift for Wan Qiu.
After all, it was Wan Qiu's first day home. Although he prepared a new room and new clothes for Wan Qiu, a gift was indispensable, and...
When I saw Wan Qiu on my way out, I couldn't help but ask him to bring a gift.
This feeling is strange.
Wan Qiu is too young. He is the same age as Chu Yigui, but he looks less than ten years old.
The visual difference made Yang Ze unable to correctly perceive Wan Qiu's age. Coupled with the IQ problem, Yang Ze felt that he was facing a complete child, not a teenager.
Suddenly, there was such a little brother. Even though Yang Ze was mentally prepared, he still couldn't hold back when he saw Wan Qiu.
Plus…
Guilt towards Wan Qiu and many more complicated emotions.
Yang Ze sighed. Although he could use his own ideas to give Wan Qiu something suitable for him, the problem was that Wan Qiu brought up the words "small cart" and "homework".
Since he had made a request, if he was given something he didn't want, Yang knew clearly the sense of loss that would come with the gap.
Although he couldn't be sure whether Wan Qiu was like this.
How to choose this gift?
Although he didn't mind receiving homework as a gift, did Wan Qiu not mind it either? Didn't the Internet say that sending homework would bring bad luck?
Why did Wan Qiu take the initiative to ask for homework?
What's more...what is a small cart?
Yang rubbed his brows. He was thinking about all sorts of things but couldn't get a better clue.
How could he know what a child he met for the first time would like? He didn't even know what the five-year-old Wan Qiu liked.
Before Wan Qiu was stolen, he seemed to have never given any of his attention to that weak younger brother.
Yang Ze's expression changed from distress to helplessness and a bit of loss.
In Yang Ze’s mind, the interaction between Chu Yigui and Wan Qiu emerged.
Although he had a subtle feeling of not knowing what to say, Chu Yigui seemed to understand Wan Qiu.
Yang Ze looked at the black cell phone next to him.
In the end, Yang Ze still called Chu Yigui.
"Second brother." Chu Yigui answered the phone after it rang three times, and his voice, which was not that of a teenager, came through.
"Fourth brother." Yang Ze unexpectedly accepted the change from third brother to fourth brother very quickly, "Second brother has something to ask you, am I disturbing you?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm free now, just ask directly, brother." Chu Yigui said.
When Yang Ze was talking to Chu Yigui on the phone, he was very relaxed: "I was thinking about the gift I should bring back to Wan Qiu tonight. What does he mean by the small cart and homework? Do you have any suggestions?"
Without pausing, the other party quickly replied, "It's better not to bring homework to brother."
"It turns out that everyone doesn't like homework, right?" Even Yang Ze once had a period of time when he was tired of studying.
"No, my brother thinks differently from us."
Chu Yigui's words made Yang Ze unconsciously straighten his back and listen carefully.
"Homework is because my brother's teacher asked him to do the summer homework. My brother is not smart and inflexible. He just does whatever others tell him to do. We don't have anyone who can replace the teacher in my brother's mind, so we have to do homework."
Yang was very surprised: "Then why don't you give him homework? If he really wants to..."
"My brother can't keep up with the current education."
Chu Yigui said it concisely, but Yang Ze understood what he meant.
They are currently unable to accurately grasp Wan Qiu's knowledge.
Yang sighed silently and continued to ask, "What about the small cart?"
"The small cart is what my brother uses when he collects garbage. It is a three-wheeled wooden cart with one wheel and handle damaged. My brother tied it with a rope and used it to carry waste such as cardboard."
Yang Ze: “…”
Yang Ze covered his eyes. He simply couldn't bear to imagine that scene.
Because of his father's request, he never appeared in front of Wan Qiu immediately. His mother had suffered from mental illness due to the loss of Wan Qiu, so his father had to take his mother's mental state into consideration.
Besides, he didn't dare to go see Wan Qiu.
I'm just afraid of seeing a scene like what Chu Yigui said.
"I can't give him that small cart either." It symbolizes hardship, difficulty and despair. Even before Wanqiu was five years old, he would not do this, let alone now.
Yang Ze retracted his hands, as if he could still feel the protruding knuckles when he held Wan Qiu's shoulders. He wanted to tighten his fingers, but he only clenched them loosely, as if he was afraid that if he tightened his fingers, he would hurt Wan Qiu.
"In fact, it may not be impossible to give you something similar now." However, when Yang Ze hesitated, Chu Yigui's voice returned to his ears, "You can consider a tricycle."
"Tricycle?" Yang Ze raised the last line of his voice, obviously not understanding why there would be such a gift option.
Chu Yigui explained to Yang Ze, "Brother can't change back to his current status so quickly. He must still need a cart. That's his favorite thing. As a substitute for a cart, a tricycle obviously meets Brother's needs for transporting goods and is more 'high-end'. I think Brother must have envied his colleagues who collect garbage on tricycles, right?"
Yang Ze suddenly fell silent. Chu Yigui was as if he was Wan Qiu himself, or as if he knew him better than Wan Qiu did.
I couldn't refute anything he said.
"The Chu family's house is still a bit big, and it might be difficult for my brother to move around. My brother can't ride a bicycle, so using his favorite tricycle should be a good choice."
Yang Ze leaned back in his chair again. What Chu Yigui said were indeed things that could be considered. They were also very practical at the moment and might be liked by Wan Qiu.
"Then should I customize a tricycle? It may be too late now." Yang Ze said.
"We can use an ordinary tricycle first." Chu Yigui suggested, "I guess what my brother wants now is an ordinary tricycle."
First use an ordinary tricycle to win Wanqiu's favor, and then replace it with a better one to give Wanqiu time to adapt.
It was just a gift, but Chu Yigui had considered it carefully enough.
"I understand, thank you, fourth brother." Yang Ze said.
"I'm glad I could help my second brother."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Ze was silent for a long time.
It was so easy to come up with a very unique and suitable answer.
He has always known that Chu Yigui is very good at dealing with people, it seems like it is an innate ability.
After being adopted from an orphanage at the age of seven, Chu Yigui quickly comforted Yang Xiaoyu and gained Yang Xiaoyu's affection.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary servants, this should be Yang Xiaoyu's one-sided empathy, but as their mother's children, they certainly know that their mother would not trust and rely on someone casually.
Chu Yigui is very smart.
He also gets along well with Chu Yigui.
Just as their father hoped that the brothers would have no grudges against each other and help each other, even though Chu Yigui was only an adopted son, he could have a relationship with them like that of a biological child.
If you ask someone who is not so familiar with him about giving gifts, they might say that he owes him a favor, but he would not do that.
He sincerely treated Chu Yigui as his own brother.
But Yang Ze also knew that if Chu Yigui really did nothing, this kind of intimacy would not exist so easily.
But thinking back carefully, Yang Ze couldn't figure out what Chu Yigui had done, and it didn't seem to be anything particularly important.
That's it...
Silently...
Yang Ze originally wanted to ask his assistant to buy the tricycle, but after thinking it over, he decided to talk to Chu Jianshu about the situation and go to choose the tricycle himself.
It is rare to see a man in a suit picking up a tricycle.
Yang Ze followed Chu's father. He frowned as he looked at the tricycle, obviously distressed, but he didn't say it out loud.
The shop owner was silent and didn't dare to say anything. He was obviously the shop owner, but he felt humiliated working under a big boss.
Yang Ze even used his mobile phone to locate several stores and found that the things they sold were basically the same.
In the end, Yang chose a smaller tricycle that was blue and had a large bucket, which suited Wan Qiu's height.
The tricycle seemed to have nothing to do with his world, but it was something Wan Qiu would want.
It was the first time for Yang Ze to choose this kind of gift, and he had mixed feelings.
Especially when he drove to the door of his house, the stunned expression of the tricycle driver following behind him obviously made Yang feel even more complicated.
The butler had already been waiting at the door to greet them, so Yang asked directly, "Where's Wan Qiu?"
"The third young master is watching cartoons with his wife now." said the butler.
"Really? Then it's probably not a good idea to disturb you right now." Yang Ze sighed.
However, the housekeeper said, "You might as well give the Third Young Master a call. Madam has instructed that if there is anything, you can call directly."
Why?
Yang Ze looked confused when he saw that the housekeeper had displayed Wan Qiu's phone number on his mobile phone.
"The young master said that since the third young master did not have the right to make phone calls in his original home, the lady probably wants the third young master to get used to making phone calls." The butler said seriously.
"Fourth brother said that?"
"Yes."
No right to make phone calls? What is the purpose of having phones there?
Yang Ze frowned, feeling inexplicably blocked in his heart.
I entered the phone number given by the housekeeper and dialed it.
A soft androgynous child's voice came from the other side, quietly lowering the voice: "Hello, second brother?"
Yang was stunned by the sudden voice of "Second Brother" in an unfamiliar tone.
"Wan Qiu." Yang Ze never thought that one day he would be nervous about making a phone call. He even felt the temperature rising in his hand holding the phone. "Are you free now?"
Yang Ze didn't hear the background sound of the cartoon from the phone. Could it be that it was turned off because of the call?
"Yes, there are."
From what Yang Ze heard, Wan Qiu was obviously deliberately lowering his voice, so he couldn't help but lower his voice as well: "What's wrong? Can't you speak louder on your end?"
Then he heard Wan Qiu whisper, "Mom is asleep."
Yang Ze suddenly fell silent for three seconds.
Yang Xiaoyu hadn't had a good rest recently because she was worried about Wan Qiu. Yesterday was just her first day back and she stayed up very late before going to bed. I guess her body couldn't hold on any longer.
"Can you come to the door now?" Yang Ze frowned. The housekeeper said that two people were in the newly prepared movie and television room. Yang Xiaoyu fell asleep, and there was no animation sound in the background. Could it be that Wan Qiu had been by Yang Xiaoyu's side doing nothing?
Yang Ze felt that most people would not do this, but if it happened to Wan Qiu, he felt that nothing was impossible.
"Okay." Wan Qiu responded in a low voice.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Ze's expression was very subtle.
"Second brother, you're back so early today." Suddenly two figures appeared at the door, one was Chu Yigui and the other was Chu Yigui's tutor.
"Mr. Yang, long time no see." The male teacher greeted him warmly. He usually finished the class before the master came back. It was not easy to meet Chu Yigui's brother.
"Are you done with today's class? Thank you for your hard work." Yang Ze said respectfully.
"It's not hard." Although the male teacher wanted to talk to Yang Ze for a few more words, Yang Ze looked at the door waiting for something, and the male teacher knew how to read his expression. "Then Chu Yigui, I'll leave first."
The housekeeper went to see the male teacher off, while Chu Yigui looked at the tricycle and said, "Brother will be very happy to see it."
"I hope so." Regarding this strange gift that was beyond Yang Ze's understanding, he could only think that it should be good.
As Yang Ze was speaking, Chu Yigui was half leaning against the door, as if he wanted to see what would happen next.
Yang Ze looked inside the door, and when little Wan Qiu came down the stairs, Yang Ze suddenly realized that their stairs were so wide.
Wan Qiu stood in front of Yang Ze neatly, with clothes chosen by him and decorations made by Yang Xiaoyu. Although he was so thin that it was pitiful, he looked like a very coordinated child. Yang Ze really didn't want to see Wan Qiu picking up garbage.
Wan Qiu had a cute little cherry clip on her bangs, and at first glance she actually looked a bit like a thin girl.
"Good afternoon, Wanqiu." Yang Ze said.
"Good afternoon, brother."
However, suddenly, the atmosphere became stagnant. Yang Ze was not good at communicating with children, and he stood there for a moment, feeling a little nervous.
"My second brother said he will bring you a gift when he comes back tonight." Yang Ze said directly, stretching out his hand to show it, "Take a look?"
Yang Ze didn't even look at the tricycle, but was paying attention to Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu followed his hand and looked at the strange gift.
He saw Wan Qiu's eyes slowly open, and the shadow of the gift was reflected in those beautiful eyes inherited from his mother.
But for a moment, Yang Ze couldn't tell whether Wan Qiu liked it or not. He just thought that Wan Qiu might be very surprised.
At this moment, Chu Yigui spoke up: "Brother, that tricycle is yours now."
Just as Chu Yigui finished his words, Wan Qiu suddenly became like a sea of flowers blown by the breeze. His joy was as bright and dazzling as the petals that suddenly flew all over the sky.
In Yang Ze's mind, there was a very clear idea.
——Wan Qiu likes this gift very much.
"Go and try riding it." Yang Ze pushed Wan Qiu's back as if possessed by some unknown force.
Wan Qiu couldn't help but move his feet. The brand new and extremely beautiful tricycle sparkled in Wan Qiu's eyes. The blue paint was even more beautiful than the coolest big bucket three-wheeled motorcycle Wan Qiu had ever seen.
This is his stuff now.
Wanqiu has seen many different tricycles.
It's similar to this tricycle, but much bigger. He definitely can't ride those bigger tricycles.
Such a car can carry a lot of things, runs very fast, and can be ridden in the community.
Wan Qiu went to the side of the tricycle and gripped the handlebars. The feeling of the brand new rubber handlebars in his hands was very unique and more comfortable than any discarded rubber tire Wan Qiu had ever touched.
Wan Qiu had never touched other tricycles. A tricycle must be a very important thing to its owner, and he could not touch it casually.
But now these two tricycles are his.
Wan Qiu doesn't know how to ride a tricycle, but he knows how to ride it because he has seen many tricycles.
Sit on it, hold the handlebars, and pedal forward.
When sitting on the car seat, the seat height was not adjusted, and Wan Qiu, who was at the lowest level, could just step on the pedal.
The field of vision has become higher.
So magical.
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