Wan Qiu's happiness lasted for a long time.
He seemed to have gotten into the habit of expressing his happiness occasionally.
Whenever he is happy, it seems that the people around him will be happier.
This made Wan Qiu very sure that happiness was contagious.
It was not until before going to bed that Wan Qiu remembered the important things.
Wan Qiu knocked on Chu Yigui's door.
Chu Yigui opened the door very quickly today. Wan Qiu raised his head and looked at his tall younger brother.
"I thought you wouldn't look for me again today." Chu Yigui smiled, a faint smile, without any feeling of excessive happiness or unhappiness, but peacefully, as if she was waiting for him.
"Does my brother know I'm coming?"
Chu Yigui responded: "Yeah."
Chu Yigui is really amazing. Wan Qiu would express such emotion every once in a while.
Wan Qiu asked: "Brother, do you attend extracurricular classes?"
"Yeah." Chu Yigui had attended many extracurricular classes, and the teacher who had been teaching during the holidays was this one.
"Why?"
Wan Qiu's hesitation, doubt, and careful probing, at that moment Chu Yigui almost understood what Wan Qiu was thinking about.
"Brother, are you planning to go to extracurricular classes? Is it because of eldest brother's request?" Chu Yigui asked.
Wan Qiu nodded, but then shook his head.
Chu Yigui understood: "It was Big Brother's request, but does Big Brother want to go too?"
Wan Qiu just nodded this time.
Is it really like this?
Chu Yigui half-closed his eyes unconsciously.
For Chu Zhang, it might be that he wanted to cultivate Wan Qiu's interests and hobbies, or he received help from a psychologist.
Chu Zhang must be thinking of helping Wan Qiu make friends.
But Chu Yigui didn't think it was a good thing to let Wan Qiu come into contact with the outside world now.
At a time when Wan Qiu is still superficially serious about the world, any friend may have a different influence on Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu, who does not know how to say no and can be controlled at will, is very dangerous among his peers who have gradually formed their own ideas but have not yet been completely restrained.
Once the young, unshackled malice is aroused by obedience, it will definitely cause harm to Wan Qiu.
But since Chu Zhang has already asked Wan Qiu to attend extracurricular classes, and Wan Qiu's hard work in asking now has aroused his expectations.
These clear eyes carry the joy for the new things that are about to come, and they are boldly exploring.
Like the white cloth about to enter a big dye vat, it is simply attracted by the new colors.
Socializing is inevitable.
What should be done to avoid Wan Qiu from possible harm?
Or maybe it's unavoidable no matter what you do.
Complex thoughts emerged in his mind, but Chu Yigui calmed down all the confusion and said, "The extracurricular classes I study may be different from the extracurricular classes that brother wants. Brother, can I know if you have any alternative extracurricular classes?"
Wan Qiu listed several extracurricular class options that he and Yang Ze had discussed.
Chu Yigui thought for a moment and said, "Why does my brother want to go to extracurricular classes?"
Wan Qiu said truthfully: "My elder brother said that if I study more, I will become beautiful. I will become beautiful."
This sentence made Chu Yigui understand the difference between what Chu Zhang wanted to express and Wan Qiu’s understanding.
Chu Yigui explained to Wan Qiu in more detail: "Brother, perhaps I want to tell you that there are many kinds of beauty, and becoming beautiful is just one of them. If this is what I really want, then it is worth studying hard."
Wan Qiu remembered that Yang Ze said the same thing.
My eldest brother, second brother and my youngest brother have all attended extracurricular classes, so those classes must be very good.
"Does your brother want to attend extracurricular classes as well?"
However, Wan Qiu just asked this question, and he might get the same answer as his second brother.
When his second brother showed the results of his extracurricular classes, Wan Qiu saw confidence, strength and focus.
It was as if beautiful words were written stroke by stroke on a clean, white notebook, turning the empty notebook into a book that exudes a faint scent of ink and contains rich emotions and knowledge.
However, unexpectedly, his younger brother, who always answered all of Wan Qiu's questions, did not answer him immediately this time.
Wan Qiu looked up at Chu Yigui, not understanding his silence.
"I may like her, but I haven't found the one I really like yet." Chu Yigui would not lie in front of Wan Qiu, and this time, he told the truth.
This was the first time that Wan Qiu saw Chu Yigui’s confusion.
"But it doesn't matter, just give it a try. It doesn't matter if you fail, we will have many more chances to try again." Chu Yigui half bent down and stretched out his hand to hook Wan Qiu's fingers, "If you like something, you can take your time to find it."
Wan Qiu stared at his brother's beautiful face who was so close to him. Even though he was confused, his brother still had the direction to move forward.
"Is your brother doing the same thing now?" Wan Qiu asked.
"Yeah." Chu Yigui responded with a smile.
Wan Qiu also held Chu Yigui's hand: "Then are we looking for it together?"
Chu Yigui was a little surprised. He touched Wan Qiu's forehead and smiled, "Yes, my brother and I will look for it together."
Chu Yigui didn’t know what he really liked.
I don’t know how much I need to be exposed to before I can truly find what I like.
However, the boring process of continuous learning seemed to be injected with a touch of vitality called expectation by Wanqiu.
——
Wan Qiu is really looking forward to his birthday.
The concept of birthday was gradually dug out from the depths of my mind.
Wan Qiu had never seen Wan Xiaohua celebrate her birthday, and it seemed that Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai would not celebrate their birthdays at home either. Before his death, he never had any memory of birthdays.
Birthday seems to be just a noun existing in a corner of memory and has no meaning to Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu's initial concept of birthday came from what he heard from his classmates.
"Happy birthday!"
"Who the hell is so wicked to give me underwear as a birthday gift?"
"It's my birthday today. Let's go to my house for dinner in the evening."
"Birthday, treat, treat!"
Wan Qiu had a vague idea of birthdays at first because of the voices he occasionally heard in class.
I just vaguely remember that it was a very happy day.
But Wan Qiu couldn't remember how he knew the meaning of birthday.
But after knowing it, I didn't expect it.
Because I know there isn’t, and there won’t be.
During the break when studying with Jiang Chengfeng, Wan Qiu wrote the word "birthday" on his homework book.
Suddenly, Wan Qiu remembered why he understood these two words.
He once wrote a composition about birthdays.
After reading his composition, the Chinese teacher at that time called him to the office and explained to him the meaning of birthday.
Birthday.
"It's the day I came into this world." Wan Qiu murmured.
"Your birthday is coming soon." Jiang Chengfeng's voice sounded in front of Wan Qiu. The young man smiled at the boy who looked up ignorantly, "On your birthday, the teacher will come to celebrate your birthday."
Wan Qiu looked at the unfamiliar word "birthday" and asked, "What should I do?"
"You don't need to do anything. Your birthday will be celebrated by others." Jiang Chengfeng said with a smile, "We will give you a gift on your birthday. You can look forward to it."
Wan Qiu is looking forward to it.
But Wan Qiu didn't really understand: "Why do we have to celebrate birthdays?"
Why are birthdays worth celebrating?
"A birthday is a day when people who love you express their gratitude for coming to you." Jiang Chengfeng smiled and comforted Wan Qiu, "It's a manifestation of love."
Wan Qiu was stunned for a moment: "If I don't celebrate my birthday, does that mean I don't love you?"
"That's not the case. There are other possibilities." Jiang Chengfeng wanted to ruffle Wan Qiu's hair, but he couldn't do it because he was just a student. He could only say, "But the person who celebrates your birthday must be someone who likes you."
Wan Qiu was a little confused.
Wan Qiu always believed that he grew up in love.
But why didn't he celebrate his birthday?
Now that I can celebrate my birthday again, is it because my love is stronger now?
"I..." Wan Qiu wanted to say something, but swallowed his words back halfway.
He had never celebrated Ning Hai, Ning Qiaozhen, or his grandmother's birthday.
Was it because I didn't show love that I was abandoned?
"I also want to celebrate birthdays for my parents, my older brother, and my younger brother." Wan Qiu said.
Jiang Chengfeng smiled.
He always smiles when facing lovely students.
When I saw Wan Qiu, I inexplicably wanted to have a child of my own.
"Then we have to ask mom and dad's birthdays and then wait for the time," said Jiang Chengfeng.
"Can I celebrate their birthdays every day?" Wan Qiu asked.
Jiang Chengfeng was stunned: "Why?"
"I want to tell my mom, dad, my oldest brother, and my younger brother every day that I love them."
It was like a whisper of love without any concealment, like a sweet heart-shaped cake, placed quietly in front of everyone. Just by looking at it, one could feel the sweetness spreading in their mouth.
If he touched his fingers, they would be covered with cream, and he wanted to spread his love to everyone he loved without reservation.
"It doesn't matter. Even if we're not celebrating a birthday, we can still express our love." Jiang Chengfeng felt soft-hearted when he was next to Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu blinked, and a little expectation was revealed in his bright eyes: "Teacher, when is your birthday?"
At this moment, Jiang Chengfeng couldn't hold back.
He hugged Wan Qiu.
It’s very light, but I just want to hug it. Who can refuse a child who is honest about his love?
"The teacher's birthday is still a long way off, but if it is, I will definitely call Wan Qiu."
Jiang Chengfeng suddenly felt fortunate that he was a special education teacher.
He seemed to be able to once again be filled with unexpected enthusiasm for the profession of special education.
Yang Xiaoyu was somewhat dissatisfied with the fact that Yang Ze had told Wan Qiu about his birthday in advance. She really wanted to prepare a surprise for Wan Qiu.
However, after seeing Wan Qiu's positive response after knowing his birthday, Yang Xiaoyu felt that it might not be a bad thing to let Wan Qiu know in advance.
Perhaps because he had something to look forward to, Wan Qiu seemed a little more active than usual.
After hearing the butler's narration about the conversation between Yang Ze and Wan Qiu, Yang Xiaoyu felt complicated for a long time as it was Wan Qiu's first birthday.
Wan Qiu seemed to be full of anticipation for his birthday, and this anticipation quietly infected the family atmosphere of the entire Chu family.
Everyone was anxiously looking forward to Wan Qiu's birthday.
Butler Bai gave Wan Qiu a calendar, drew some beautiful stars on November 4th with a colored pen, and taught Wan Qiu to cross out a box every day, as if he was counting down to his birthday.
Marking the grids one by one with a pen seemed to give Wanqiu a more intuitive sense of anticipation than counting the days.
Those white boxes that had not been crossed out were like cute marshmallows that were being pushed little by little to the birthday day and then swallowed by Wan Qiu in one gulp.
The compressed marshmallow must be very sweet.
Wan Qiu tried hard to understand what he needed to do for his birthday.
Wan Qiu asked about the birthdays of other family members. Butler Bai gave him a calendar for next year, and Wan Qiu marked them one by one.
But after flipping through the pages several times, Wan Qiu only knew that other people's birthdays were still a long way off.
But Wan Qiu also wants to express love when others express love to him.
It is said that on his birthday, everyone who comes to celebrate his birthday will give him a gift.
So giving gifts is probably the way to express love.
So Wan Qiu thought that if he expressed his love, he could also give gifts.
Wan Qiu was a little anxious.
Finally, Wan Qiu found Butler Bai at home at noon one day.
"You want to prepare a gift?" Butler Bai was very surprised by Wan Qiu's idea. "Why?"
"The teacher said that giving gifts is a way to express love." Wan Qiu said.
Butler Bai thought for a moment: "Well...it may not be love, it could also be affection." Or maybe it's just out of social etiquette.
However, Butler Bai thought about it and decided not to explain it so clearly.
Wan Qiu just needs to enjoy his first birthday in his memory without any worries.
"Yes, the process of delivering gifts is the process of conveying goodwill." Butler Bai said to Wan Qiu with a smile.
"I also want to..." Under the puzzled gaze of Butler Bai, Wan Qiu said, "I also want to be kind to everyone."
Butler Bai opened his mouth and finally turned his surprise into a smile.
"Wan Qiu, it's your birthday, and you invited them to play and eat. This is the gift. When it's their birthday in the future, you can bring the gift and enjoy the birthday party they throw. It's the same thing."
Wan Qiu looked up at Butler Bai and asked, "But I didn't prepare a birthday party for them?"
Butler Bai was stunned.
Wan Qiu stood quietly in front of him, looking up at him.
Butler Bai thought for a moment and said to Wan Qiu, "I understand, Wan Qiu, I will discuss this with your father and mother tonight and tell you the answer tomorrow, okay?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
When Yang Xiaoyu found out about this, she was also surprised: "We just need to prepare. Baby, it's enough for you to just enjoy the birthday party happily, right?"
Yang Xiaoyu took it for granted that they should do all the troublesome things.
Yang Ze, who was passing by the living room, heard the conversation here and stopped to look.
"It seems that the Third Young Master feels that he also needs to do something." Butler Bai said seriously.
"Do something?" Yang Xiaoyu frowned, obviously not thinking that Wan Qiu could do anything.
Chu Jianshu, who was standing by, asked, "Did anyone tell him something?"
"The Third Young Master seems to feel that he needs to repay the gift he received." Butler Bai thought for a moment and corrected his words, "He wants to repay the person who gave him the gift."
When Yang Xiaoyu heard this, he suddenly laughed.
Their baby really makes her feel adorable at every thought.
But Yang Xiaoyu glanced at Chu Jianshu and said, "Doesn't this kid quite understand what birthdays are all about?"
Chu Jianshu said: "If he wants to do this, then let him prepare. After all, it is his own request."
While they were talking, Yang Ze suddenly appeared in the living room.
After seeing Yang Ze, Yang Xiaoyu looked calm, but a little calmer than his previous funny expression.
"What's wrong?" Chu Jianshu asked.
"Could it be that Third Brother wants to participate in hosting the birthday party?" Yang Ze was not good at guessing Wan Qiu's thoughts, but when he heard the anticipation in Wan Qiu's eyes when he talked about the first birthday party, he thought so.
After hearing this, Butler Bai seemed to have realized something and said, "I did say something similar to the Third Young Master. Maybe the Third Young Master wants to participate and provide the guests with a good mood for the banquet."
Yang Xiaoyu did not refute this time.
Chu Jianshu's fingers tapped lightly on his knees, as if he was also thinking about this possibility.
"I understand." Yang Xiaoyu accepted the proposal. She glanced at Yang Ze and continued, "Then shall I take Wan Qiu out to prepare?"
Yang Xiaoyu thought about his work arrangements during this period.
Butler Bai thought for a moment and said, "Why don't Teacher Jiang and I take the Third Young Master with us?"
The moment he heard this request, Yang Xiaoyu said without even thinking: "No."
The air was briefly stagnant, but Chu Jianshu asked Butler Bai, a little surprised by this suggestion: "Why?"
Butler Bai immediately responded, "I should be the one to host the banquet. My husband and wife are quite busy with their work. Besides, if we let Teacher Jiang go, it might be a chance for the Third Young Master to practice his social skills."
"Social practice?" Chu Jianshu pondered. Indeed, Wan Qiu was basically accompanied by his family every time he went out.
Their love for Wan Qiu is completely instinctive. It would be a good idea to let Butler Bai and Teacher Jiang guide Wan Qiu to adapt to some things through social practice.
Hosting a birthday party yourself?
Although it would be troublesome, it was already a common thing for Butler Bai. With Butler Bai's guidance, Wan Qiu shouldn't be too busy.
"No means no." How could Yang Xiaoyu not notice Chu Jianshu's hesitation?
Chu Jianshu said in a serious tone: "Xiao Yu, you can't stay by Wan Qiu's side forever."
"I said no." Yang Xiaoyu raised her voice. She refused to go to a strange place without Wan Qiu by her side.
"Even though Wanqiu's situation is different now, he will soon be fifteen years old and he needs his own private space." Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu had a disagreement.
Yang Xiaoyu still denied it: "No!"
However, this time Chu Jianshu did not give in: "Xiao Yu, Wan Qiu is a child he will never lose again even if you are not around."
Yang Xiaoyu clenched his teeth tightly.
"Doctor Yan also said that he can socialize properly, and Chu Zhang has decided to send him to extracurricular classes. There will always be times when you are not with Wan Qiu." Chu Jianshu's words gradually became sharper. "Do you want Wan Qiu to leave without any friends?"
Yang Xiaoyu looked very bad. Even though she rejected it emotionally, her remaining rationality made her know that what Chu Jianshu said was right.
"You're obviously not a good father..." Yang Xiaoyu's face froze after he said this. He also knew that angry words would hurt others, so he gritted his teeth and looked away.
"I am very aware of my shortcomings, so I really hope to correct them, Xiaoyu, you too." After Chu Jianshu finished speaking, he directly said to Butler Bai, "Let's do this, you take Wan Qiu with you, and bring two bodyguards just in case."
In the end, Chu Jianshu still had to take Yang Xiaoyu's concerns into consideration.
"Yes, sir." Butler Bai responded and promised Yang Xiaoyu, "Madam, please rest assured that I will not let the Third Young Master out of my sight."
Yang Xiaoyu was in a bad mood, as if her whole body was doused with ice water. She started to feel cold from the top of her head, and her warmth was robbed away bit by bit.
It made her sad, but it also calmed her down.
"Well, Dad, Mom, I'm going back to my room." Yang said.
Chu Jianshu nodded, but Yang Xiaoyu did not answer immediately.
She took a deep breath, rubbed her brows and said to Yang Ze: "You put forward a good idea, even if the result is not what I want."
Yang Ze has always been accustomed to Yang Xiaoyu's mood, so he naturally knows that Yang Xiaoyu is not in a good mood now.
But this time is different from the past.
It's not the feeling of being hated.
"I've talked to my third brother a few times recently." Yang Ze also tentatively talked about some of his personal matters, "Many of my third brother's ideas are influencing me."
Perhaps because of the vague praise to Wan Qiu, Yang Xiaoyu's expression softened a little.
"From time to time, I also think that the baby is very cute. The world he sees is not quite the same as the world we see." Yang Xiaoyu thought of the colorful world in Wan Qiu's eyes, and she also hoped that Wan Qiu could see more things.
"Yeah." Yang responded.
Butler Bai watched silently from the side, feeling melancholy.
Although the relationship between Yang Ze and Yang Xiaoyu would be difficult to ease in a short period of time, it has finally loosened a little bit because of Wan Qiu.
Butler Bai and Yang Ze left in the same direction. When the two were about to separate, Butler Bai smiled and said, "It's really great that you can take the initiative to do something."
Yang Ze was probably figured out, and he was so nervous that his expression became serious again. However, Butler Bai, who was already familiar with Yang Ze, still had a smile on his face.
"It's a pity that I can't participate in my third brother's social practice." Yang Ze tried to divert his embarrassed mood.
"Don't worry, I will take good care of the Third Young Master."
Butler Bai watched Yang Ze enter the bedroom, thought for a moment, and knocked on Chu Yigui's door again.
Chu Yigui was also a little surprised when he saw that it was Butler Bai: "Uncle Bai, what's wrong?"
"Tomorrow I will take the Third Young Master and Teacher Jiang out for social practice. The content of the practice is to let the Young Master participate in the process of hosting a birthday party."
"Why..." Chu Yigui himself wanted to ask why he took the initiative to tell him about this.
However, Butler Bai smiled and looked at him with a kind look.
Chu Yigui did not ask any unnecessary questions and changed the subject, "Do you want to book a hotel outside or hold it directly at home?"
Butler Bai thought for a moment and said, "I haven't thought about this yet. Does the young master have any suggestions?"
"Let my brother decide on this matter." Chu Yigui smiled gently, revealing a hint of tenderness in front of Butler Bai. "My brother is looking forward to his first birthday party. In fact, a most ordinary, warm party will do."
Butler Bai understood that Chu Yigui was hinting at him, so he smiled and nodded, "I understand."
"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Bai." Chu Yigui said.
As Butler Bai left, Chu Yigui's expression at that time kept reappearing in front of his eyes.
It was rare that he guessed a little bit of what the young master cared about and what he was thinking from the young master who was so good at everything.
Chu Yigui has always been quietly paying attention to Wan Qiu's affairs.
And because of this attention, changes are happening silently.
Sometimes Butler Bai himself also finds it magical.
Just with one child, the family is really changing quietly.
Regardless of Yang Ze who has never been able to express himself.
He is still the excellent and sympathetic Chu Yigui.
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Wan Qiu was sitting in the living room with a notebook and a pen on the coffee table in front of him.
"Think about it first. Who would you like to invite to your birthday party?" Jiang Chengfeng opened his notebook. "Write down the people that come to your mind."
Wan Qiu looked at the paper.
"Anyone can come to the banquet." Butler Bai said to Wan Qiu, "First, write down all the people you can think of."
Jiang Chengfeng looked at Butler Bai, the real butler who usually wore a neat uniform, but today he was wearing a white shirt and a gray wool vest, which made him look less serious and more friendly.
Jiang Chengfeng was also a little nervous. Ordinary people respect and are curious about people who work as butlers, and he is no exception.
Wan Qiu grabbed the pen.
Butler Bai said that today he and Teacher Jiang were here to lead him in doing social practice.
Wanqiu participated in social practice, the purpose of which was to follow the class and pick up garbage on the streets of the city.
Wan Qiu still remembers that during the social practice, everyone was playing in groups of three or four, waving garbage bags in the air and having fun.
He followed at the end of the class, watching the other students form teams and have fun.
And this time it was his social practice alone.
The content of the social practice is to prepare a birthday party.
Wanqiu’s first name is “Mom”.
Mom, Dad, Big Brother, Second Brother, Little Brother, Uncle Bai, Teacher Jiang, Sister Zhao...
Wan Qiu wrote about all the people who were closest to him in this family.
Wan Qiu remembered everyone's name, but he only wrote down his title.
It's not just these people.
In Wan Qiu's mind, there also emerged the person who helped him clean the house, the person who had been cooking delicious meals for the family, the gardener uncle, and the driver uncle...
There is also Uncle Huang Hu, the aunt in the supermarket, and the owner of the barbecue restaurant...
However, Wan Qiu's eyes once again recalled the time when he was doing social practice and saw the back of his classmate standing at the back of everyone.
Wan Qiu remembers the names of all his classmates.
He wrote down everyone's name one by one.
Memories may be messy fragments, but they will not disappear. They will quietly settle in the memories of Wanqiu.
And finally...
Wan Qiu's pen stopped on the paper.
He wanted to write down his name.
But I couldn't put pen to paper.
Jiang Chengfeng noticed Wan Qiu's hesitation and said, "You can write down anyone's name, and we can screen them later."
Butler Bai glanced at Jiang Chengfeng.
Wan Qiu received Jiang Chengfeng's affirmation and finally wrote a few words on the snow-white paper.
Ning Qiaozhen, Ning Hai, Wan Xiaohua...
And...Mom and Dad.
Jiang Chengfeng didn't know whose names these belonged to, but Butler Bai knew.
Even though he knew that Wan Qiu was no longer related to Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai, his feelings for those two people had not faded.
I'm afraid Wan Qiu didn't dare to write it down because he was afraid that Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu would find out.
It also proves that for Wan Qiu now, the two people who were once the most important to Wan Qiu are no longer a priority.
"Wan Qiu, the dad and mom here, do you mean Mr. and Mrs.? Isn't it already written repeatedly here?" asked Butler Bai.
Wan Qiu looked at the words written by his parents. In his confused memory, he couldn't even see the complete appearance of the people.
A voice that he would occasionally hear, but even now Wan Qiu couldn't remember the person.
Wan Qiu looked at the two titles and remained silent, which was uncharacteristic of him.
Maybe it was because of repetition. Butler Bai didn't pay too much attention to the two repeated titles.
"Then let's eliminate some people." Jiang Chengfeng thought that there wouldn't be many people like him given Wan Qiu's social circle, but he was surprised when he saw the names and aliases written on the full paper.
"Let me do this." Butler Bai said to Jiang Chengfeng, "I will know more about the Third Young Master's affairs."
Jiang Chengfeng nodded immediately. Facing this butler who holds a high position of power in the Chu family, he must have his own ideas.
Butler Bai said, "Then Wan Qiu, cross out the people you think will not come."
Wan Qiu nodded, and the first people to be crossed out were Ning Qiaozhen, Ning Hai, Wan Xiaohua, and their parents who were following behind.
Seeing the crossed-out name, Butler Bai confirmed that Wan Qiu must have written it repeatedly.
Butler Bai turned his head to look at Wan Qiu, who was quiet and well-behaved like a cat, with soft hair hanging down, as gentle as his personality.
"Next, we will cross out those who don't usually talk to you." Butler Bai didn't know who wrote these names on Wan Qiu's letter, but judging from the style, Butler Bai guessed that they were probably Wan Qiu's classmates.
Wan Qiu crossed out the names of some classmates.
Butler Bai continued, "Then use circles to draw the people who have caused you pain."
Jiang Chengfeng, who was listening at the side, suddenly raised his head with a look of surprise, but Butler Bai's eyes were always fixed on Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu is reminiscing.
Who has ever made him feel pain?
It seems like a very confusing memory.
In his memory, Wan Qiu put several circles around the names of some of his classmates.
Butler Bai narrowed his eyes. Are these the names of people who took the initiative to talk to Wan Qiu but brought malice to Wan Qiu?
"So, who are the people who asked you to do things, and what are they for?"
Wan Qiu didn't know who to invite to his birthday party, so he just did whatever Butler Bai asked him to do.
"He..." Wan Qiu pointed at a name, "He asked me to tell a girl that I like you and asked me to chase after her."
This person was asked to take out the trash when it was not his duty time.
This man, let him eat what is on the ground.
The more Wan Qiu recalled, the more a subtle feeling came to his mind.
It's like...
Black bubbles emerged from these names, and each bubble represented something that had happened in Wan Qiu's memories.
When these bubbles were held in Wan Qiu's palms, they suddenly exploded. Black mist stained Wan Qiu's palms like thick oil, sticky and emitting an unpleasant smell.
It's a very strange feeling.
It was a place that I never felt weird at all.
The chef said, don't eat anything that falls on the ground.
My older sister at home told me not to just tell girls that I like them.
Butler Bai said, don't do what others need to do, that is someone else's responsibility.
One by one, the things that Wan Qiu occasionally encountered in the Chu family now conflicted with everything that happened in his memory.
Things that had never been recalled were laid out again in front of Wan Qiu.
These things...
Is it a bad thing?
"Then these people probably don't need to be invited." Suddenly, Butler Bai's voice sounded in Wan Qiu's ears.
Wan Qiu saw that even though he drew carefully, the paper still became a mess, and many of the names on it had been crossed out.
His classmate.
Why can't any one come?
The people who come to the party are the ones who love each other, so all of them...
"Then what about the remaining people, Wan Qiu, do you have their contact information?" Wan Qiu's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Butler Bai.
Wan Qiu looked blankly at the remaining people, who were clean and had no identification, but shook his head.
"We don't have their contact information." Butler Bai had expected this. "Then do you know where they are? We can drive over to invite them."
Wan Qiu knew.
He was someone he would come into contact with frequently.
In a place where he always passed by, a place where he always went, and a place where people always gave him something.
"There aren't that many people. Maybe we can invite everyone today." Butler Bai smiled at Wan Qiu, "Let's go out now. Wan Qiu, wait here for a moment. I'll get you your coat."
Butler Bai nodded to the dazed Jiang Chengfeng, stood up and walked towards Wan Qiu's bedroom.
Jiang Chengfeng looked at the messy notebook. The names that were crossed out were all the names that Wan Qiu had written carefully.
Jiang Chengfeng still remembers that when Wan Qiu was thinking about writing down these names, he was serious and focused, without showing any expression of disgust or hatred.
But it is obvious that these names with marks have done excessive things to Wan Qiu, which are worthy of disgust.
As a special education teacher, Jiang Chengfeng also knows how difficult it is for these children who are different from normal people in all aspects to live in this society.
Wan Qiu is a special child, but Jiang Chengfeng still thinks Wan Qiu is very smart.
He can easily memorize the text, try hard to remember what he has been taught, is serious about everything he does, and is easy to be kind to anyone.
After careful instruction, his language skills have improved.
This presented Jiang Chengfeng with a dark social circle among children that he had never imagined.
Can a normal child have so much malice?
Don’t they know that they are spreading malice?
It is obvious that as long as they say a few words to help Wan Qiu, Wan Qiu will remember their kindness, right?
Wan Qiu closed the notebook.
These mixed symbols gave Wan Qiu a very bad feeling, which he did not want to see.
When Wan Qiu hesitated, a hand suddenly grabbed his head.
It was warm, as if it had taken away the slight chill in the room in late autumn.
Wan Qiu quietly peeked out from under this hand and stared at Jiang Chengfeng in front of him.
Jiang Chengfeng was also stunned and subconsciously withdrew his hand.
The two people, one big and one small, stared at each other with wide eyes, neither knowing what the other was going to do.
Butler Bai brought a coat for Wan Qiu to wear, and also put a scarf around Wan Qiu. Wan Qiu looked very cute wrapped up tightly.
Although the clothes Wan Qiu wore were thick, they were not heavy and he could stretch out his arms easily.
In the winters before, Wan Qiu relied on wearing more socks and putting on summer clothes layer by layer, piling them up thickly. It wasn't very comfortable, but it kept him warm.
Wan Qiu quietly buried himself in the soft scarf. The soft touch of the scarf fascinated Wan Qiu.
Even though the cold autumn wind can blow away the emerald green color of the leaves, it will no longer bring the bone-chilling coldness of autumn.
Looking at the branches that have become bare silently, with some stubborn yellow leaves hanging on them, the air is filled with the dry scent of autumn.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Chengfeng noticed Wan Qiu's gaze, looking at the crumbling leaves.
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