That day, Yang Xiaoyu booked a flight abroad.
Before leaving, Yang Xiaoyu kissed Wan Qiu on the forehead.
Only recently did Wan Qiu gradually understand the meaning of a kiss.
This is a sign of intimacy and affection.
So Wan Qiu also kissed his mother.
Yang Xiaoyu stood there, looking at him, a little dazed, not as enthusiastic as usual.
Wan Qiu saw Yang Xiaoyu's happy fireworks, crackling and flashing between her long hair blown by the breeze.
After watching Yang Xiaoyu leave, Wan Qiu leaned against the door alone, unconsciously touching his lips.
Lips are truly a very unique organ that can easily bring happiness to people.
Eating makes people happy, smiling makes people happy, kissing makes people happy, talking makes people happy, and painting with beautiful colors makes people happy.
Did he kiss his mother, which is why she is so happy?
Wan Qiu returned to his room.
Dad said that he would give him free time today and he could do whatever he wanted.
There was nothing Wan Qiu wanted to do.
He used to pick up trash every day because their refrigerator was always empty.
He needs money to eat.
But now it's different, they have a great chef, the fridge is always full and the meals are delicious.
He didn't need to clean the room because every place he saw seemed to be untouched by dirt and was incredibly clean.
But Wan Qiu still has to do something.
Because his father asked him to do 'whatever he wanted to do'.
If there is nothing you want to do, do what you can.
Wan Qiu put on his clothes and went downstairs.
He can ride his tricycle, remember this very big home, and find things he can do.
Wanqiu likes tricycles very much.
On the road, there are all kinds of bright and beautiful cars, but only tricycles can bring money.
The trucks selling fruit, fried rice, and barbecue are all tricycles.
What attracted Wanqiu the most was the tricycle selling scrap.
It can stop wherever it wants, and can hold lots of cardboard boxes and bottles. Every waste collector owns a tricycle.
It’s just that this is home, and there won’t be a lot of garbage at home.
Wan Qiu rode a tricycle and took a detour through the villa area.
What a big place! Wanqiu always thought that maybe his parents were the village chiefs, so they could have such a big place to live.
Wan Qiu was actually not very familiar with the roads here. There were really a lot of roads here, which were even more complicated than the streets in the largest community that Wan Qiu had bypassed.
Wan Qiu once spent a year exploring a route suitable for picking up garbage.
But now it should take him less time to explore here, because there are not many people here and there are few trash cans.
Wan Qiu doesn't need to think about when to "go home" because where he is now is home.
Wan Qiu stopped by the roadside and sat in the bed of the tricycle. The shadow of the dense leaves just happened to fall on the tricycle.
The breeze carried a light fruity scent, which was Wanqiu's favorite smell.
Lying in the bed of the tricycle, Wan Qiu looked up at the clear blue sky.
The quiet wind, the swaying leaves, the crisp bird song, the flowing air.
Wan Qiu had never observed these elves who showed off their happiness in nature every day so seriously.
It was something he saw every day, but at this moment it seemed to have re-entered Wan Qiu's memory.
Wan Qiu opened his arms and held the wind.
And the wind carried Wanqiu into the sky.
Looking down at the white buildings from the sky, they seemed like mouths smiling broadly at him.
——
When Wanqiu woke up, the sky was already dyed red by the setting sun.
Wan Qiu suddenly sat up. It was time to go home.
However, the tricycle under him shook, and Wan Qiu seemed to realize that he was now at home.
only……
Wan Qiu had an extra thin blanket on his body, covering his abdomen.
There was no shade where he was originally, but now he was still under the shade, and the tricycle had moved.
Wan Qiu saw a strange shadow appearing on the ground and turned around.
There was a person sitting on the seat of the tricycle who heard his movement and turned around to look at him.
The man had a tall stature and a face that looked a bit unapproachable. It was Yang Ze.
"Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep here?" Yang Ze asked.
Wan Qiu shook his head.
Yang Ze got out of the car and reached out to pick off the leaves on Wan Qiu's head: "Isn't it uncomfortable when it's so hard?"
Wan Qiu said, "It's not uncomfortable."
"Really? Did you sleep well? Did you have a good dream?" Under the setting sun, Yang Ze was forced to be gentle by the gentle dim sunlight.
Did you have a good dream?
Wan Qiu nodded.
But he couldn't remember what he dreamed about. Everything in the dream was very long, but he felt light and fluttery, and his heart didn't feel uncomfortable. This must mean that he had a good dream.
Wan Qiu raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ze. Why was his second brother here?
It’s not that Yang Ze didn’t notice Wan Qiu’s puzzled look, but he couldn’t explain it.
Chu Yigui, who obviously knew Wan Qiu very well, also said that Wan Qiu should be given some time to adapt to this unfamiliar environment on his own, but Yang Ze still came back.
This is the first time he has asked for leave from work.
I originally thought that I would feel a little restrained when I saw Wan Qiu, but I didn't expect that after finding him, I would sit next to the sleeping Wan Qiu for the entire afternoon.
He didn't do anything, not even turn on his phone to work.
Yang Ze hadn't been like this for a long time. The world was empty, without any messy trivialities or chaotic thoughts. His mind was blank.
It was as if he realized for the first time how beautiful their villa in the suburbs was. The boy slept quietly in the quiet environment, his breathing sound lost in the breeze, but it seemed that together with the breeze, it softened this hot summer day.
"Are you thirsty?" Yang Ze asked. After sleeping soundly until the afternoon in the summer, he should drink some water.
Wan Qiu pursed his lips, which were indeed a little dry.
Time to go back to the house and drink some water.
Wan Qiu raised his eyes to look at Yang Ze.
Yang Ze also turned around and looked at him.
The two people who were not very good at talking looked at each other in silence.
Wan Qiu got down from the bed of the tricycle, walked around the bed and went to the seat of the tricycle.
Yang sat on the edge of the truck bed and watched Wan Qiu get on the tricycle.
Wan Qiu waited, looked back at Yang Ze, and then looked at the tricycle.
Yang Ze tentatively sat on the truck bed. Wan Qiu seemed satisfied. He turned around and tried to step on the pedal with all his strength.
It would be fine if it was just an empty tricycle, but Yang Ze's height and weight obviously put a lot of weight on the tricycle, and Wan Qiu had a hard time getting started.
Yang stepped on the ground to allow the tricycle to start better, and the tricycle gradually moved smoothly.
Yang Ze sat on the tricycle with his legs curled up, his expression indescribably complicated.
I never thought that he would have the chance to ride a tricycle one day.
Looking from the bed of the tricycle, Yang watched Wan Qiu's slender back as he pedaled hard. Sitting in the evening breeze brought by the tricycle, Yang stared at the tuft of hair that was bent on the back of Wan Qiu's head in the receding scenery.
Although both of them found it difficult to speak, Yang Ze felt that he might be even less calm than Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu is probably like this, quiet and silent. If you don't pay attention to him, he will seem to fade into the air.
Yang wanted to get close to Wan Qiu, but he didn't know how.
He couldn't find topics to talk about with Wan Qiu as easily as Chu Yigui did.
But even if he said nothing, Yang Ze would not feel depressed when he was with Wan Qiu.
It was getting darker and the street lights were turned on on time, competing with the afterglow of the sun to emit light.
Looking at the series of lights, Yang Ze suddenly said, "Wan Qiu."
The tricycle slowed down, and Yang Ze saw Wan Qiu slightly tilt his head from his seat to listen to him.
"Have you ever gone out at night?" Yang asked.
Wan Qiu nodded, then shook his head.
Yang Ze didn't understand what this meant.
Wan Qiu thought for a moment and said, "Dad wants to go shopping... and go out in the evening."
Does it mean running errands? Yang Ze thought.
"So do you want to go out and have a look at night?" Yang Ze asked.
Wan Qiu pondered and wondered why he had to go out at night, but perhaps going out at night was a good thing.
Otherwise, mom and dad would never stay out at night.
Wan Qiu stopped the tricycle at the door and turned around to look at Yang Ze.
"Um."
Wan Qiu clearly felt that Yang Ze should hope that he would agree.
But why didn’t Yang Ze become happy after responding to him?
"Really? Wan Qiu?" He didn't call him the third brother, but called him by his name. Wan Qiu noticed that Yang Ze's mood seemed to have changed, and it was not a happy change.
Wan Qiu hesitated, wondering if Yang Ze didn't want to go out with him: "Then... then don't go?"
However, as soon as Wan Qiu finished speaking, he felt that Yang Ze seemed to be even more depressed than before.
Wan Qiu was at a loss.
"Don't go back on your word if you promised." Yang Ze stood up from the tricycle and ruffled Wan Qiu's hair. "Go find something you want to take with you. I'll take you out to play tonight."
Wan Qiu nodded blankly and was pushed on the back.
Yang Ze walked in and saw Chu Yigui coming downstairs. He thought for a moment and asked, "Fourth brother, I will take Third brother out to play tonight. Do you want to come with us?"
Chu Yigui stood on the stairs, tilting his head and thinking seriously about Yang Ze's invitation.
"Today is Friday, it should be very lively at night. Should we go to the fountain park or go directly to the paid scenic spot to see the night view?" Chu Yigui asked, "I actually recommend going to the lake. It's also very interesting to watch the lights on the shore from the lake at night."
Yang Ze raised his eyebrows: "Why not a restaurant?"
"My brother is shy and perhaps prefers to be in a crowd. The more people there are, the smaller the chance of him being noticed." Chu Yigui said.
Yang Ze understood that this was Chu Yigui's suggestion to him, and said, "What about you? Wan Qiu has never been to any place, so you can go and see more. Why not choose a place you like?"
"The homework assigned by the teacher today is a bit difficult, so I plan to spend the evening studying." Chu Yigui spread his hands and shrugged, "Study hard and make progress every day."
"You have such good grades but you still study so hard. How can others survive?" Yang Ze couldn't help but tease.
"My second brother has no right to criticize me." Chu Yigui responded to Yang Ze's teasing, "You can have some snacks when you go out to play. My brother doesn't eat much. If you want him to eat more, you have to buy less at a time."
Yang Ze asked, "Will eating too complicated food be bad for your stomach?"
"Brother has a very good stomach." Chu Yigui even exaggeratedly gave him a thumbs up.
Wan Qiu stood at the entrance of the corridor, looking at the brothers who were chatting familiarly below.
Although he couldn't see Chu Yigui's expression, Wan Qiu could clearly feel that Yang Ze's smile was full of happiness.
Although he couldn't hear what was being said, Wan Qiu didn't feel any sluggishness in the communication between the brothers.
Wan Qiu unconsciously grasped the railing of the stairs.
He had never seen how other children got along with their parents at home, so he had no way to compare.
But if they are brothers, why can't the second brother be as happy in front of himself as he is in front of his younger brother?
Wan Qiu sat in the passenger seat and secretly looked up at Yang Ze's profile.
Yang Ze kept his eyes straight ahead and drove carefully and attentively.
The car was very quiet and there was no music playing.
In Wan Qiu's vision, Yang Ze seemed to always be in a strange cycle of "happy", "unhappy", "happy", "unhappy".
Yang is the person with the fastest mood swings Wan Qiu has ever seen.
Don't understand why this is happening.
It was completely dark, and very bright lights could be seen outside the window. This place was completely different from any night Wan Qiu had ever seen.
It has always been in the mixed area of old residential buildings and urban villages. Generally, only restaurants and hotels are open at night. The most beautiful signs are those of hotels. Even in the small parks near them, you can only see some colorful spotlights.
But here...
It was completely beyond Wan Qiu's understanding.
This is……
Dragon?
From the viaduct, you can see from afar an extremely bright light strip dotted with lights. The dotted lights are like the scales of a flying dragon, densely gathered into a long dragon body, burning the most brilliant brilliance at night.
As they got closer and closer to the bright place, the beautiful lights reflected in Wan Qiu's eyes became more and more colorful.
After Yang Ze found a parking space, he said to Wan Qiu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Sit tight."
Wan Qiu looked at Yang Ze getting out of the car, and for a moment the thought came to his mind: "Is Second Brother going to leave me in the car?"
However, Yang simply walked around the front of the car, came to Wan Qiu's side and opened the passenger door.
The tall man bent down, unbuckled his seat belt, and took his hand to get out of the car.
Yang Ze lowered his head to check Wan Qiu's bracelet, then squeezed Wan Qiu's small black waist bag to make sure the phone was safely inside.
"Don't let go of my hand." Yang Ze held Wan Qiu with his thick hands, and Wan Qiu looked up at Yang Ze in confusion.
Yang pulled him gradually towards the bright light.
Wan Qiu never noticed that Yang Ze was looking at him, but Yang Ze looked back from time to time and clenched his hands, and Wan Qiu vaguely sensed something.
Wan Qiu didn't mind passing by people, but he cared a lot about being watched.
He has no advantages that can attract people's attention, so people who keep looking at him must be looking at his shortcomings.
Flaws are things that people don't like, and Wan Qiu would get nervous if people were to focus on his flaws.
And now...
Wan Qiu felt that whenever Yang Ze looked at him in a strange way, he would hold his hand even tighter. He was even more sensitive and nervous than Wan Qiu himself.
It was like if he let go, he would lose it.
They were very close, so close that Wan Qiu seemed to be sticking to Yang Ze's side.
Wan Qiu inexplicably seemed to not feel anything when he was with his mother, and strongly resisted other people's gazes.
It was as if all of Wan Qiu's tension was passed on to Yang Ze through the holding hands. Yang Ze's nerves were tense and he was experiencing the tension on behalf of Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu blinked his eyes and looked at the man's thick palm, which was already slightly bulging with veins due to tension, even though he wanted to hold it hard, but his strength was not strong enough. Wan Qiu also held Yang Ze's hand back.
Yang Ze paused and lowered his head to look at Wan Qiu.
And Wan Qiu was also looking at Yang Ze.
Wan Qiu's eyes widened slightly, and the "unhappiness" that always popped up from time to time seemed to suddenly disappear.
Happiness popped up in strings like bubbles, exploded in the air, and spread the faint fragrance of happiness.
Wan Qiu saw Yang Ze stretched out his other hand towards him and ruffled his hair.
Wan Qiu followed behind Yang Ze and looked boldly at everything around them. They were walking towards the long dragon of light step by step.
This was the first time Wan Qiu knew that the night could be so lively.
Beautifully dressed men and women gathered in groups, each with a confident smile on their face. They had little interaction with each other, but were all enjoying the fun of the night world together.
It was as bright as day, with open shops everywhere and the air filled with the aroma of all kinds of food that Wan Qiu had never smelled before. He couldn't help but sniff.
Soon after, Wan Qiu had the small cakes he had just bought in his hands. The sweet aroma spread directly from his mouth to his brain. The sense of happiness brought by the sweetness made Wan Qiu purse his lips, unwilling to let the sweet smell escape.
It was clearly night time, but it was still noisy and it seemed that there was no need to worry about disturbing others here.
There were stalls on the edge of the road selling shiny decorative items, and Wan Qiu also had a sparkling little star on his head.
Wan Qiu realized that the little stars above his head were glowing.
I inexplicably had a feeling that I must be very beautiful and shiny now, and even my walking seemed a little restrained.
Wan Qiu never knew that there was such a place in the world. Although it was not bathed in sunlight, the lights seemed to bring another color to the world.
It is the color that humans add to their own darkness, and it is a gathering place for happiness and development.
Wan Qiu bit into the grilled sausage, his mouth full of oil.
Yang Ze basically didn't say anything to Wan Qiu, he just held Wan Qiu's hand.
Yang Ze himself thought that his dull personality would not attract children. At least the children he had met were basically afraid to look him in the eye. He seemed to naturally arouse children's disgust.
He probably understood this feeling. Children don't like serious people. In addition, after inheriting his father's appearance, and because of his mother's characteristics, he looks a little fierce.
If Yang Ze spoke gently and in a deliberately flattering way, it would easily scare the child to tears.
But Wan Qiu doesn't seem to judge a person's goodness or badness based on his appearance.
Yang Ze was also somewhat curious about how Wan Qiu viewed the world from his perspective.
Yang Ze has been here many times, mostly for work. Yang Xiaoyu has business here, but although Yang Ze took his mother's surname, he prefers his father's company.
But Yang Ze looked at Wan Qiu's bright eyes under the light.
Although there was no smile and no conversation with him, he looked at everything around him seriously, appreciating every scenery that was carefully designed for people to enjoy. Yang Ze actually became a little sentimental.
My mother and elder brother have also been working hard for such a career. They must be very proud when they see other people’s smiles.
Yang Ze vaguely felt that his thoughts seemed to have subtly changed and loosened, as if he was holding Wan Qiu's hand and was infected with softness and delicacy.
Even though he once didn't want to look at Yang Xiaoyu seriously.
Wan Qiu bit the last piece of grilled sausage, savoring the taste carefully. His stomach was already very full.
During dinner, Chu Yigui asked him to eat less, but he didn't understand but did it anyway. Now he is full again.
Wan Qiu couldn't help but look at the people passing by. They always had bottles in their hands. Wan Qiu looked at the bottles, but Yang would not let go of his hands, and neither would he.
Wan Qiu found that his hand was pulled, and he looked up at Yang Ze. Yang Ze also looked at Wan Qiu, and the two looked at each other.
"It's okay." Yang Ze said, and Wan Qiu saw the occasional little bit of unhappiness in Yang Ze.
Wan Qiu followed Yang Ze's gaze and saw the man kneeling on the ground, holding a strange cardboard in his hand. There was something densely written on it, but it was not very clear under the light.
The man had a deformed back, shrunken legs, an old face whose age was hard to tell, and messy and dirty hair. He sat in a dimly lit corner, as far away as if he were out of the world.
The man was far away from them, across the length of the street, in such an inconspicuous corner that he was hardly noticed by anyone.
Wan Qiu noticed that Yang Ze was looking at him, as if he was examining something.
Suddenly, Wan Qiu saw Yang Ze smile helplessly.
Yang Ze pulled Wan Qiu to the man and put all the change in his pocket in front of the man.
Wan Qiu looked at the man and thanked him happily. His voice was hoarse, but he was excited. His dark pupils, which were immersed in the darkness, seemed to be reflected by a little light from the lamp.
Wan Qiu followed Yang Ze away, but turned back to look at the man. The man looked in their direction for a long time, just as Wan Qiu had been looking at him for a long time.
Wan Qiu thought of the past.
The scrap collector also asked him if he could just beg, by just sitting on the ground with a bowl and going to places where there are a lot of people.
Wan Qiu was unwilling.
He didn't want to be watched by everyone, nor did he want to get money just by sitting there.
Mom and dad also work hard to earn money.
He had to pick up so many bottles to exchange them for a little money.
It must be hard for other people to make money.
That man must have thought the same thing. If he had a healthy body...
Wan Qiu suddenly felt a stinging pain in the hand held by Yang Ze, and subconsciously looked up at Yang Ze. Yang Ze seemed to realize that his force was a bit too strong, and immediately relaxed.
Under the bright light, Yang stood there, like a piece of asphalt, with no light able to illuminate him.
A solid, tall, and somewhat serious man, yet he seemed like he could melt away at any time and anywhere.
"Wan Qiu." Wan Qiu heard Yang Ze's voice, which was very clear in the mixed crowd, "I'm really glad that you are back."
At this moment, Wan Qiu's intuition told him that his second brother must be telling the truth.
He had never been so sure about anything.
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