Chu Yigui stood at the door and watched Wan Qiu leave. Yang Xiaoyu looked at Chu Yigui and suddenly said, "Yigui won't come with us? It's okay for the tutor to take another day off, right?"
However, Chu Yigui shook his head and refused: "I have already taken a long leave, and I don't have any particular intention to go out for the time being."
"Really?" Yang Xiaoyu was skeptical, but she always trusted Chu Yigui to make his own decisions. "Yigui, if you have any requests, you must tell me."
Chu Yigui did not reply immediately, but instead lowered his eyes to look at the short Wan Qiu.
Light pink clothes should be a cute and vibrant outfit.
But Wanqiu's overly silent personality made him just stand there quietly, as if anyone would easily forget his existence.
"Mom, hold brother's hand tightly." Chu Yigui finally just smiled and said to Yang Xiaoyu, "This is the first time my brother is going to a strange and distant place. He must need mom by his side."
"Of course, mom will definitely take good care of the baby." Yang Xiaoyu showed a bright smile, "Don't worry Yigui."
Chu Yigui took a step forward and stood in front of Wan Qiu. He bent over and flicked the bracelet on Wan Qiu's hand with his fingers: "I wish you a happy time, brother."
Wan Qiu noticed that the loose bracelet was hooked up by Chu Yigui's fingers and then fell down again.
Very strange behavior.
Wan Qiu did not seriously think about whether this subtle little action had any meaning.
Even if he went to a strange place, all he had to do was follow his mother.
Wan Qiu sat in the car and looked out the window.
Although the morning sun is not harsh, it still illuminates the green trees on the roadside, reflecting a bright emerald color.
They drove out of the dense jungle and entered the world of blue steel again from the green countryside.
"Are you going to a place you often go?" Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu talked, "Are there any other plans?"
"First, let Wan Qiu get a new haircut and some maintenance. Although it's impossible to gain weight in a short period of time, we can still start from other places."
Yang Xiaoyu, who has always been obsessed with beauty, has already built a plan to transform Wanqiu's appearance in her mind.
"You can go to the nearby mall. There are many children's amusement facilities there." As the name suggests, they are 'children' amusement facilities, but Wan Qiu's mind is probably capable of playing them. "See if there are any that you particularly like. If you can buy them, buy them. If you can't buy them, you can buy them later."
"I was planning to go to the movies, but there seem to be no new children's films released recently," said Yang Xiaoyu.
"You can contact the investor and book a hall for the screening."
"It won't be better than the equipment at home." Yang Xiaoyu rejected Chu Jianshu's proposal. "When I watched the animation with my baby, I found that my baby didn't seem to understand what the animation was about. Wanqiu didn't understand the meaning of the movie, so I'm afraid he wouldn't be happy watching it. I think there's no need to think about it."
Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu were chatting idly. When the conversation stopped, Yang Xiaoyu, who was sitting in the back seat, turned her head to look at Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu kept looking outside the car.
"This kid really has no interest in our conversation." Yang Xiaoyu sighed with a helpless smile.
"It's very likely that he doesn't understand. He won't respond unless you mention him by name." Chu Jianshu was obviously getting used to Wan Qiu's characteristics. "How is the psychologist you contacted?"
"They are vacating a job there, and they will be transferred here to be responsible for the baby's treatment." Yang Xiaoyu has also been receiving psychological counseling for a long time, so it is easier for her to find resources in this area. "Have you contacted the special education teacher?"
"We are currently conducting background checks on the teachers who have been selected so far. We plan to select some of them for trial teaching and let Wan Qiu choose his favorite teacher himself." Chu Jianshu answered Yang Xiaoyu's questions while looking straight ahead.
All the sounds around were blocked out by Wan Qiu.
He was holding a small cream-colored shoulder bag in his hand and looking out the window.
The scenery outside the window moved quickly, new scenes appeared and disappeared, just like watching a cartoon, a strange and less colorful cartoon.
Yang Xiaoyu's voice came from the side: "Did Wan Qiu see anything interesting?"
Wan Qiu stared at Yang Xiaoyu and shook his head.
He didn't even remember what he had just seen.
When he heard Yang Xiaoyu calling him, all his attention was focused on his mother.
"Come, say goodbye to Dad." Yang Xiaoyu raised Wan Qiu's hand and said goodbye to Chu Jianshu. Chu Jianshu would go back to the company after sending him away.
"Goodbye, Dad." Wan Qiu looked up and said goodbye to Chu Jianshu seriously.
Chu Jianshu sat in the driver's seat and did not get out. He said, "Goodbye Wan Qiu. Call Dad if you have anything."
Wan Qiu nodded, even though he didn't know what "something" was.
After Yang Xiaoyu and Wan Qiu got off the car, Yang Xiaoyu also noticed that Wan Qiu deliberately got close to her.
Yang Xiaoyu moved down along Wan Qiu's arm and held Wan Qiu's hand.
Wan Qiu returned his grip on her, so lightly that it seemed as if he was entangled in the breeze, silently and unnoticed, conveying Wan Qiu's small dependence.
Wan Qiu has very long eyelashes, which makes her eyes look particularly beautiful. Obviously, anyone she stares at with these eyes will be softened, but she only stares at the hand she is holding with Yang Xiaoyu.
It seemed that as long as she looked away, the connection between her and Wan Qiu would disappear.
Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's frail hand tightly in his palm, hoping to use enough strength to make Wan Qiu feel at ease.
Wan Qiu's steps always followed Yang Xiaoyu, as if he was a domestic dog going out for the first time. He was full of worries about everything unfamiliar around him. He walked unsteadily, and when he looked up, all he saw was the only familiar Yang Xiaoyu.
"Xiaoyu? Long time no see! When did you come back?" Ailan was watching a design presentation video. The sound of the door opening brought her back to her senses. She turned around and saw Yang Xiaoyu and was immediately surprised.
The two women, who were about the same age, gave each other a friendly hug.
"You came here without saying hello. Aren't you busy?" Yang Xiaoyu smiled familiarly as if treating a close friend.
"No, I have to take good care of you even if I'm very busy." Alan said.
Wan Qiu stood quietly aside, looking up at the intimacy between the two equally tall women, with countless cute little bubbles of happiness floating around them.
"Who is this little cutie?" Alan noticed the pink little shadow behind Yang Xiaoyu. It seemed that it was hiding in Yang Xiaoyu's shadow intentionally or unintentionally, and just poked its head out to look at him secretly.
Alan was struck by those clear eyes at first sight.
Rather than the thin figure and slightly tanned skin, she paid more attention to the unique pair of eyes.
Those eyes were also looking at her, as if hesitating and examining her.
Wan Qiu didn't know whether to answer this question proactively.
Yang Xiaoyu pulled Wan Qiu, and he was pulled from behind Yang Xiaoyu to his side.
Yang Xiaoyu put her hands lightly on his shoulders and bent down to lean her head against his. The unique scent of Yang Xiaoyu's perfume enveloped Wan Qiu, as if she had marked him as her own territory.
"It's my son, remember? It's Wan Qiu."
"Oh my God, really? This is such a happy event! How can I congratulate you? Look at him, what a cute child."
Alan took a long time to react, and suddenly remembered something. The real joy made Alan's face flush with excitement, and he was sincerely happy for his good friend.
"Yeah, that's great, isn't it? My child has inherited my genes, hasn't he? Very beautiful, isn't he?"
Wan Qiu listened to the conversation between Yang Xiaoyu and Alan, but his head was dizzy.
Mom said he was her son.
Ning Qiaozhen didn't allow him to tell strangers about their relationship, and now Yang Xiaoyu, who was saying "he is my son", seemed to be glowing, more dazzling than anything Wan Qiu knew.
Wan Qiu seemed to smell the scent of his own emotions, which was sweet.
The sweetness clung densely to Wanqiu's blood and eventually flowed back to his heart, leaving behind waves of sweet taste.
A little bit of pride welling up from deep within my heart.
——I am my mother’s son.
This sentence kept circling in Wan Qiu's mind. Wan Qiu seemed to be suspended on a rainbow, and was dyed with the colors of the rainbow.
"Alan, give my baby a cool hairstyle! You can design a more personalized one."
Wan Qiu, who was dizzy, was suddenly pushed in front of the mirror. Yang Xiaoyu rubbed Wan Qiu's face and took off his hat. The half-cut hair that had been hidden appeared again.
"No problem, little cutie's hair... did you cut it yourself?" Alan could tell at a glance what was going on with the hair that was cut without any skill involved.
Yang Xiaoyu pushed Wan Qiu lightly.
Wan Qiu took a step forward following Yang Xiaoyu's force, left Yang Xiaoyu's side, and severed the connection with Yang Xiaoyu.
Standing alone in the gorgeous, bright and spacious room, there were bright and vivid lights everywhere, as if to swallow up Wan Qiu and his shadow.
Wan Qiu immediately turned around to look for Yang Xiaoyu. Yang Xiaoyu's phone suddenly rang, and the eyes that were staring at him shifted to the phone.
A pair of unfamiliar hands grasped Wan Qiu's shoulders, not forcefully.
Yang Xiaoyu answered the phone and nodded to the stranger who held his shoulder.
Wan Qiu's instinctive struggle was suddenly ended by Yang Xiaoyu's nod, and he let these hands take him away.
Wan Qiu sat on a soft chair, with hands gently stroking his hair. Wan Qiu saw in the mirror that his mother's friend was looking at him with a smile.
"Come on." Yang Xiaoyu temporarily muted the phone and said to Alan.
"Don't you still believe in my skills?" Alan teased deliberately.
"You have bold designs, and I have always believed in your aesthetic taste." Yang Xiaoyu smiled with relief.
Wan Qiu saw Yang Xiaoyu approaching him from a distance, and every step Yang Xiaoyu took closer made Wan Qiu relax.
"Be good, baby. Cooperate with auntie here. Mom has some work to take care of. When you become handsome, mom will be back." Yang Xiaoyu coaxed Wan Qiu and pinched Wan Qiu's cheek.
Wan Qiu stared at Yang Xiaoyu and finally nodded.
Yang Xiaoyu answered the phone and left, leaving Wan Qiu behind in this strange, beautiful, bright world that he thought he was not qualified to step into.
"Don't be nervous, Wanqiu, I will definitely dress you up beautifully." Alan called Wanqiu's name in a soft voice.
The person recognized by his mother is the person Wan Qiu trusts after his mother left. He trusts Alan.
Every touch of Alan's hands was incredibly gentle.
Those hands that were once raised high and finally fell on him, full of painful memories, now seemed like an illusion.
"Wan Qiu, you have maintained this posture for a long time. Isn't it uncomfortable?" Alan's voice suddenly appeared in Wan Qiu's ears.
Wan Qiu repeatedly chewed on the meaning of this sentence and looked at Alan in the mirror.
"Should I stand up?" Wan Qiu asked.
"No, no, that's not what I meant. Your body is very stiff and tense. Do I make you nervous?" Alan felt that Wan Qiu under her hands was as stiff as a stone.
Wan Qiu did not answer.
"Don't worry, your mother and I are good friends. Although your mother is unreliable and not a good mother..." However, Alan's voice suddenly stopped.
Because there was a brief change in the way Wan Qiu looked at her.
Even though Wan Qiu quickly looked away, he still remained silent.
But that look just now was a reaction to his family being "slandered".
The child's eyes were clear and transparent, and seemed unable to contain his anger, but he still used his poor emotions to try to protect his family.
Alan knew very well that Yang Xiaoyu was definitely not a good mother.
But for Wan Qiu, this is obviously not the case.
From Alan's perspective, Wan Qiu is a somewhat strange child.
Most people would intentionally look at their own image when seeing a mirror, but Wan Qiu was looking at the people around him through the mirror.
Wan Qiu seemed to have no sense of security about everything around him and was repeatedly confirming that everything around him was harmless to him.
It's almost like...
Alan thought about it.
It was like a stray cat that was forcibly brought to an unfamiliar environment, with its soft fur standing on end, its eyes wide open, and it looked around in fear and alertness, but it knew clearly that its neck was tied and it could only curl up stiffly in place.
Alan felt guilty.
She seemed to be oppressing the cat that didn't want to be touched and forcibly petting it.
"Baby!" Yang Xiaoyu reappeared in Wan Qiu's sight after briefly finishing his work.
Alan, who was finishing up a hairstyle, noticed that the child's body suddenly relaxed.
The beautiful eyes stared straight at Yang Xiaoyu through the mirror, as if the ice was suddenly shattered and waves full of vitality suddenly surged.
"Oh, so cute." Yang Xiaoyu's eyes lit up.
For a child like Wan Qiu, a simple trim is enough to show the vitality and cuteness of youth. The hair on one side is styled to be slightly ostentatious, while the slightly longer hair on the other side makes him look more well-behaved.
Although the asymmetrical hairstyle looks a bit strange, Alan's craftsmanship eliminates all the disharmony and strives to highlight the beautiful features of Wanqiu's eyes.
"Look, doesn't Wan Qiu look great standing with his mother?" Yang Xiaoyu pulled Wan Qiu to stand in front of the mirror. They were one tall and one short, and Wan Qiu saw a brand new but unfamiliar self in the mirror.
He doesn't care about his appearance or clothes, he only cares about what his loved ones give him.
If Yang Xiaoyu likes him the way he is now, then he likes it too.
"This kid really likes you very much." Alan said before Yang Xiaoyu was about to leave. "When I said something bad about you, he glared at me. It was obvious that he was defending you."
Yang Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows but just smiled without saying anything to show off.
Yang Xiaoyu was not confident whether Wan Qiu liked her or it was just a transfer of emotions.
——
Wanqiu rarely has the happy experience of traveling with his family.
Whether it is the mother whose name I don’t remember, or Wan Xiaohua, or Ning Qiaozhen.
Wan Qiu always thought this was normal. His classmates also didn’t like going out with their parents, but liked to play with friends.
But I have also been curious about what it feels like to go out with my parents.
Today is a special day, he went out with his mother, and his mother admitted that he is her son.
You should be very happy.
But at this moment, even Wan Qiu's curiosity was frozen into two unclear words and was calmly placed aside.
He was familiar with the dirty streets, the smelly garbage cans, the old buildings surrounded by dense green plants in the old neighborhoods, the irregular rows of storefronts, and the restaurants behind the plastic curtains that kept emitting fragrant food...
No one would notice him, no one would approach him, and no one would show any curiosity about him.
Here, the beautiful tiles are reflective, and the transparent glass windows and unique lighting make it seem as if even passers-by can be placed directly in the windows to serve as models for the clothing display.
All this was telling Wan Qiu that he had stepped into a completely unfamiliar world.
I don’t know where this place is, nor do I know how to find his home from here.
Once I let go of Yang Xiaoyu's hand, I would never be able to find the way home again.
If it's loosened.
Was it Yang Xiaoyu who abandoned him, or was it he who abandoned his mother?
"Welcome, please come in. Are you buying clothes for your children? Do you need me to recommend some?"
"This child's body may require minor alterations to the clothing, which can be done in the store."
"Do you need a custom order? Our designers are in the store now. You can take a look at the design to get an idea of our designers' skills."
Nagging voices and unfamiliar, scrutinizing gazes were always around Wan Qiu. When Yang Xiaoyu took him into every store, the clerks smiled at him warmly.
People passing by me will look at me, countless eyes...
These ubiquitous gazes blocked Wan Qiu's control over his surroundings. He lowered his head, lost his way.
Wan Qiu seemed to be sunk into the dark bottom of the water. There was no light, no sound. The only thing he had was his mother's hand holding his, which connected him to his last sense.
"Would you like to try this?" Yang Xiaoyu's voice suddenly came from the side.
Wan Qiu blinked hard, trying to clear his chaotic vision.
In front of him was a bunch of colorful bubble balls.
The bright and colorful colors shone into Wanqiu's eyes, and the unfamiliar and beautiful environment made Wanqiu lose his fear for a short time.
However, Wan Qiu quickly looked away.
He held Yang Xiaoyu's hand tightly and stayed close to Yang Xiaoyu.
"Let's go play for a while?" Yang Xiaoyu tried to persuade Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu just held Yang Xiaoyu and showed no sign of letting go.
Yang Xiaoyu pulled Wan Qiu slightly and saw Wan Qiu's hand rise up along with hers. Although Wan Qiu did not hold her hand very tightly, he was sweating from holding her hand in the air-conditioning.
Yang Xiaoyu looked at the bubble ball pool again.
Although you can prepare a similar gaming environment at home, it is obviously more lively here.
A few children were playing in the bubble ball pool, while the parents were mostly sitting aside chatting.
Surely it would be better to have someone to play with, right?
I remember Wan Qiu's happiness and concern when he gained Chu Yigui as a friend.
Wan Qiu is used to ignoring his own preferences. Does the fact that he doesn't go to see the bubble ball pool now prove that he likes it very much?
Yang Xiaoyu was thinking.
"Go play?" Yang Xiaoyu let go of Wan Qiu's hand.
Wan Qiu widened his eyes slightly.
However, Yang Xiaoyu patted Wan Qiu on the back and said, "Be good, go play for a while. Mom is waiting for you here."
Wan Qiu raised his head, his eyes staring straight at Yang Xiaoyu's face.
Yang Xiaoyu noticed that Wan Qiu's thinking seemed to be more sluggish than usual, and rubbed Wan Qiu's hair.
"Go." Yang Xiaoyu paid the money, pushed Wan Qiu's back with one hand, and took Wan Qiu into the colorful world.
Yang Xiaoyu sat directly next to the bubble ball pool, staring at Wan Qiu, and had already made plans to stay here.
Wan Qiu seemed to be confirming her expression. Yang Xiaoyu was very calm about being observed by her child, and even took off the sunglasses she had been wearing so that Wan Qiu could see clearly.
——Mom wants you to go play.
Yang Xiaoyu wanted to tell Wan Qiu this.
Wan Qiu stood in front of her. After losing her hand, he kept holding his small cream-colored shoulder bag with both hands, tightly, until his knuckles turned white.
"Will it be difficult to have fun with a bag?" The small bag contained money, the bank card with pocket money given by Chu Jianshu, and Wan Qiu's cell phone. Seeing how seriously Wan Qiu took it, it would probably be difficult for him to have fun.
Yang Xiaoyu stretched out his hand, palm open, facing upwards.
"Mom will hold it for you, have fun."
Wan Qiu lowered his head, staring blankly at Yang Xiaoyu's hand.
Finally, he lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes hid all the emotions in his eyes. Wan Qiu took off the small shoulder bag and handed it to Yang Xiaoyu.
The strap of the shoulder bag fell down, and Wan Qiu's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Don't stand here. Go out and have some fun." Yang Xiaoyu tried hard to encourage.
Wan Qiu stood there, at a loss.
Yang Xiaoyu grabbed Wan Qiu's wrist again and led Wan Qiu to the bubble ball pool. When Wan Qiu's wrist was grabbed, he subconsciously grabbed Yang Xiaoyu's hand.
But he was released again.
Wan Qiu failed to hold Yang Xiaoyu's hand.
Wan Qiu stood in the bubble ball pool.
His exposed thin legs were immersed in countless bubble balls. All around him were the laughter and shouts of other children playing happily. Occasionally, more bubble balls would pile up at Wan Qiu's feet, and other children would happily run and jump past Wan Qiu from behind.
Just Wan Qiu standing there.
It seems like a sculpture placed in an inappropriate position.
Wan Qiu didn't even look up at Yang Xiaoyu.
Yang Xiaoyu, who was standing not far away, did not notice that Wan Qiu did not look up at her eyes and guess her expression.
The young man stood in the bright world, and Yang Xiaoyu vaguely felt that something was wrong.
There was a strange, slight tingling sensation that was pricking Yang Xiaoyu's skin.
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