Yang Ze wanted to love Wan Qiu, but he didn't have the ability to love someone.
What's more, Wan Qiu is more special than others.
Wan Qiu doesn't like going out, and there is no particular reason for him to go out.
All Yang Ze could think of doing was to bring back popular, interesting, and novel things to Wan Qiu.
But Yang was also at a loss as to what kind of gift he should give to his child.
Under such circumstances, Yang Ze for the first time asked his colleagues who had children at home about gifts for children.
This is a beginning.
In the following period of time, it seemed that the relationship with my colleagues was opened up through the topic of children.
Because Yang Ze mentioned Wan Qiu too much, his colleagues teased him as having a brother-con. Yang Ze accepted the nickname without any burden.
Because of this, it seemed as if the black plastic film that had always separated him and his colleagues was torn apart, and he was able to communicate more with his colleagues.
The originally lifeless office became lively because of this small change.
Although he still couldn't find a good friend, Yang Ze was happy with the change compared to the past.
It's like...
It was obvious that he wanted to love Wan Qiu, but it seemed like Wan Qiu was secretly taking care of him.
When Yang Ze was chatting with Chu Zhang at home, he would hear Chu Zhang call Wan Qiu "little angel".
Occasionally, when sitting in the office, he would chat and laugh with his colleagues after work, and Yang Ze would also feel that maybe what his elder brother said was right.
Yang Ze drove home alone, as he and Chu Jianshu had different working hours.
He didn't prepare any gifts today, and it wasn't every day that there were gifts worth bringing back.
Yang Ze recalled what Chu Jianshu had specifically asked him today.
"These paintings were drawn by Wan Qiu during psychological counseling. Do you have any clues?"
What Chu Jianshu gave him were some photos taken with his mobile phone. The paintings in the photos made people feel uncomfortable.
But Yang shook his head, he had no news.
"Is that really the case?" Chu Jianshu was not too disappointed. It seemed that he had no expectations when asking Yang Ze. "If you notice something similar when you are with Wan Qiu in the future, remember to tell us."
Yang agreed, even though he might never be able to come up with any clues.
In the whole family...
Yang Ze always believed that he and Wan Qiu were the least familiar ones.
He is also the one that Wan Qiu relies on the least.
Yang Ze returned home, opened the door, and saw Wan Qiu waiting for him at the door.
As the weather gets cooler in autumn, Wanqiu has to wear thicker clothes. The soft sweater makes Wanqiu look much fluffier, and his small head looks even cuter against the sweater.
Wan Qiu would wait for them at the door for more than just one or two days, and he would almost always wait until everyone returned home.
Chu Jianshu once tried to dissuade Wan Qiu from such an act which had no particular meaning.
Because of the different content of their work and the fact that they often have to work overtime, their return times are not uniform.
Wan Qiu, who received Chu Jianshu's order at that time, seemed to have not been at the door to greet people for a while.
But although Wan Qiu was not at the door every day, he would lean on the windowsill and look out.
This happens basically every day, and this not-so-obvious behavior was noticed by Chu Yigui.
Afterwards, Chu Yi returned and had a talk with Chu Jianshu, and Chu Jianshu went to find Wan Qiu.
Yang Ze didn't know what his father and third brother talked about, but Wan Qiu eventually started waiting at the door again.
But later his father told Yang Ze that if he didn't go home, he should call Wan Qiu.
Yang Ze asked Chu Jianshu what happened.
He heard what his father said at that time.
"The child enjoyed the process of waiting to go home because he knew we would definitely go home, so he was very happy while waiting."
Because Wan Qiu always lies on the balcony, which is still a bit dangerous, Chu Yigui took the initiative to bring up this matter.
Yang Ze thought about it for a long time at that time.
He did not understand his third brother, and could not guide Wan Qiu as well as Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu, nor could he understand Wan Qiu as well as Chu Yigui.
And ever since his eldest brother came back and quickly established a close relationship with Wan Qiu, Yang Ze could always see Wan Qiu's bright and joyful eyes when he followed Chu Zhang.
He is a boring person.
Yang has this self-awareness.
But every time I return home and see Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu always welcomes himself, even if it is just for any relative.
In an excellent family, you have to work extremely hard to keep up with everyone.
But when he sees Wan Qiu's gaze, he always calms down.
Wan Qiu's innocent and clear eyes clearly told him that no matter what he looked like or whether he came back with gifts, it didn't matter to Wan Qiu.
The important thing is that he's home.
As long as he comes back here.
Wan Qiu is happy enough.
"I'm back, Wanqiu." Yang Ze said.
Although Wan Qiu was still waiting at the door, he was answering the phone.
Yang Xiaoyu's voice could be vaguely heard on the other end of the phone. Wan Qiu listened and responded, but kept looking at him.
Yang Ze unconsciously reached out and wanted to pat Wan Qiu's shoulder. The furry soft sweater made him feel a little moved.
However, today seems to be different from the past.
Wan Qiu, who is always well-behaved, like a good-natured kitten, and allows anyone to touch her, grabbed Yang Ze's hand today.
It was no longer the hand that was always cold. The hand holding Yang Ze's was weak and powerless.
But Yang Ze held on and did not dare to take any action.
Wan Qiu seemed to want to say something.
There was a flicker of hesitation in those beautiful eyes, and some tiny lights were brewing.
Yang Ze, who had never been actively treated by Wan Qiu, was so stiff that he dared not move, and even his breathing became lighter.
The strong feeling that made Yang Ze's heart beat made him look forward to it.
"Well, baby, have fun at home."
"Okay, goodbye, Mom." Wan Qiu waited until Yang Xiaoyu hung up the phone, then obediently put the phone back into the large decorative pocket on the belly of his sweater.
When Wan Qiu noticed that he was actually holding Yang Ze's hand, he was also stunned.
Wan Qiu's attention span can only allow him to do one thing at a time.
It seemed that Wan Qiu himself didn't remember why he grabbed Yang Ze's hand.
Wan Qiu subconsciously let go of his hand.
Looks anxious.
"It's okay." Yang Ze said, retracting his hand and looking away slightly, as if trying to avoid his stiff expression at the moment, "What did you say on the phone just now?"
"Dad and Mom have to work overtime tonight." Wan Qiu said obediently.
"Is Yigui back?" Yang Ze asked.
Wan Qiu thought about it and shook his head.
Yang Ze paused. Does that mean it’s just him and Wan Qiu now?
Standing there, Yang was silent for a moment.
Do you want to say something to Wan Qiu?
Why didn’t you bring back any gifts today?
Wan Qiu also stood quietly in front of Yang Ze. The atmosphere of two people who were not good at talking standing together was extremely awkward.
Yang gave up.
He didn't want his dullness to make Wan Qiu feel pressured.
"I'm going to change my clothes first. Dinner will be soon." Yang Ze said to Wan Qiu, "Maybe Yigui will be back soon. You can wait a little longer."
Yang Ze turned and left. He didn't look back and didn't know what Wan Qiu's expression was at the moment.
But Yang Ze knew that this was an attempt to escape from his own incompetence.
Before Yang Ze returned to his room, he vaguely heard a rustling sound behind him.
Yang Ze turned around and found that Wan Qiu was following him.
Yang Ze asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to wait for Yigui?"
Wan Qiu seemed to be hesitating, her hands unconsciously grasping the furry white sweater. She raised her eyes tentatively, and her beautiful eyes were still filled with anxiety.
Suddenly, Wan Qiu's phone received a message alert tone.
Yang Ze saw Wan Qiu looking at him blankly, and reminded him: "Wan Qiu, there is a message on your phone, you can take a look."
Wan Qiu took out his cell phone from the big belly pocket of his sweater and looked at it. Even such a small action, Yang Ze found it very cute.
Wan Qiu replied something and finally put the phone in his pocket.
Yang felt inexplicably uneasy.
Wan Qiu lowered his head and said, "My brother said he would be back later today."
Yang Ze was stunned. Does that mean he will stay with Wan Qiu for a longer period of time today?
Then he...
Can you do something for Wan Qiu?
Yang Ze opened his mouth and said, "It's still a while before dinner. Do you want to come in and chat with Second Brother?"
Wan Qiu looked up at him and finally nodded.
Yang looked at the empty refrigerator with only some beer in it. Unfortunately, there was no milk or juice in his room.
Let Butler Bai prepare some next time.
Yang Ze poured a glass of water for Wan Qiu.
Yang Ze looked at Wan Qiu sitting on the sofa, feeling a little dazed.
After all, it is Yang Ze's own room, and the design of the room is entirely based on Yang Ze's own preferences and size.
Yang Ze has been tall since he was a child, and with exercise, he has become even stronger. The furniture in his room is all larger in size.
Wan Qiu already looked small on the sofa in the living room, and now she looked even smaller on the sofa in his room.
During this period of time, Wan Qiu has clearly absorbed a lot of nutrition. Has he grown a little taller?
"Brother, can you change your clothes?" Yang Ze took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
Wan Qiu nodded.
Yang Ze had no intention of hiding anything in front of Wan Qiu and simply changed into more comfortable home clothes.
During all the actions, Yang Ze was also paying attention to Wan Qiu's condition.
These subtle movements and behaviors seemed more like Yang Ze trying to speak to Wan Qiu in a more natural mood.
However, from the mirror beside him, Yang Ze still saw his cold and serious expression.
He didn't mean it.
He was just nervous.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Even though Yang Ze had lowered his voice, he still sounded more like he was impatient.
Yang Ze unconsciously lowered his eyes, feeling disappointed with his own performance.
But when Yang Ze looked up at Wan Qiu, he did not see the same timidity and defensiveness on Wan Qiu as the others.
Calm, as if one could not see his cold face.
"Second brother..." A soft boy's voice came out. Wan Qiu raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ze from bottom to top. The way he sat on the sofa made him look too young.
Yang Ze could hear his own heartbeat quickening. He was so nervous even though his brother was asking him questions.
"Brother, do you attend extracurricular classes?"
There was a brief pause in Yang Ze's expression.
"?"
Extracurricular classes?
Yang Ze was at a loss as to what to think of the totally unexpected topic. Extracurricular classes... were they tutoring or hobbies?
Yang thought for a moment and said, "Is there a problem?"
Wan Qiu lowered his head, his hands unconsciously clenched, and he said slowly: "My eldest brother said that I can go to an extracurricular class."
Wan Qiu got a reward.
As a reward for this time he gave Chu Zhang a satisfactory homework.
He can choose an extracurricular class he likes.
Yang Ze thought of Chu Zhang. After all, they were brothers who grew up together. The age difference between him and Chu Zhang was not much, so he could guess some of Chu Zhang's thoughts.
Chu Zhang has been a person who likes to tinker since he was young. He always learns various things and learns very quickly.
Chu Zhang's excellence once left Yang Ze far behind, but due to his overly eccentric personality, he was ultimately unable to meet Chu Jianshu's requirements.
but……
Yang Xiaoyu likes Chu Zhang more.
"I took extracurricular classes when I was in school." Yang Ze probably thought of Wan Qiu's confusion about what to study, and took the initiative to say, "I have studied Sanda, Muay Thai, swordsmanship, free fighting, etc."
Wan Qiu blinked and looked at Yang Ze in confusion, as if he didn't understand what Yang Ze was saying at all.
Yang Ze stood up, walked forward and grabbed Wan Qiu: "Follow me."
Yang Ze originally just wanted to hold Wan Qiu's hand, but he didn't expect to use too much force and almost lifted him up.
For fear of causing pain to Wan Qiu, Yang subconsciously loosened his hand.
He anxiously waited for Wan Qiu's reaction, but suddenly a hand was placed on his hand.
Wan Qiu held his hand, perhaps because the size was not suitable, Wan Qiu finally grasped Yang Ze's fingertips.
It's habitual.
Yang Ze suddenly thought that he seemed to always hold Wan Qiu like this.
And now Wan Qiu was holding him in the same way.
Yang Ze took Wan Qiu to a room.
The huge room was filled with basically all kinds of sports equipment, all kinds of unfamiliar sports equipment that looked like robots in Wan Qiu's eyes.
But Wan Qiu knew that this was something used for exercise.
In the gyms he occasionally passed by, he could see these beautiful things that helped people exercise.
"I attend extracurricular classes such as martial arts and fighting skills." Yang took off his shirt and revealed his muscular body. "If you don't understand, I'll show you."
Yang Ze has taken quite a lot of extracurricular classes. Compared to what Chu Yigui is taking now or what Chu Zhang was taking in the past, he is more immersed in the world of sports.
Strength and sweat. When doing these, it is easier to empty your mind and focus on defeating your opponent.
It's not just practice, but the goal of completely defeating the opponent.
It's like, if in the future the opponent in front of him is taller and stronger, an opponent that he can never defeat, he will still be able to protect his family.
After completing the whole process, Yang Ze withdrew his hands, his body was already slightly hot and sweaty.
The thief who had been constantly attacking him in his mind and had stolen Wan Qiu from him used to appear in his dreams every night.
It is tall, terrifying and insurmountable.
It seems that only in this way can Yang Ze accept the fact that he has lost Wan Qiu.
He was trying to escape from it, thinking that it was not something he could stop at that time, he just had no choice.
When Wan Qiu was found, he realized that the person who took Wan Qiu away was not a tall man, nor a gang, but just a mentally ill woman who was less than 1.6 meters tall.
Yang Ze stood in front of Wan Qiu, having cast aside his former naivety. Perhaps he was strong enough both mentally and physically, but he was ultimately unable to protect Wan Qiu during the time when he needed protection the most.
"My second brother learned these things because he wanted to protect you."
The tall and strong figure is the result of Yang Ze never giving up on exercise and improvement.
But can these enable him to protect Wan Qiu well?
Could it be that these are actually false disguises he uses to cover up his inner fragility?
Yang Ze lowered his head and met Wan Qiu's eyes, but unexpectedly saw a bright light in the middle.
It is as if humans have seen the rising sun from the top of a cliff, spreading across the earth and dyeing the clouds stunningly, and are shocked by the astonishment of nature.
Under Wan Qiu's gaze, Yang Ze gradually became dazed.
"Beautiful." Wan Qiu murmured, "Second brother is so beautiful."
Yang was silent for fifteen seconds, then asked, "What?"
Wan Qiu tilted his head and said seriously, "Yes, it was beautiful. Just now, it was really beautiful."
Yang Ze suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The fear in his heart dissipated a little because of Wan Qiu's words: "Why?"
"She's especially pretty when she's serious. If she takes extra classes seriously, will she be as pretty as her second brother?"
Wan Qiu's mind emerged with those who studied hard and showed their best side.
And now Yang Ze in front of him was very beautiful and shining.
Yang Ze looked down at Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu doesn't think about anything too complicated, and what he can see are often the most superficial things.
However, these most superficial things are what Yang Ze himself ignored.
Even though it was not his original idea, his efforts still brought him results.
He just chose not to pay attention.
Yang showed a helpless smile.
Wan Qiu reached out his hand and pressed Yang Ze's abdomen. The touch of the muscles was completely different from his own abdomen. The delicate touch entangled Wan Qiu's fingertips: "Are you learning from this?"
"Yeah, I learned it through study." Yang made his muscles more obvious. "It's muscle. You will get it if you practice more."
"What about me?" Wan Qiu reached out and patted his abdomen.
"Maybe... yes?" Yang Ze was more worried about Wan Qiu's height growth than whether Wan Qiu could develop abdominal muscles.
Wan Qiu pursed his lips, raised his head high, and looked at his second brother who was very tall and looked very healthy.
"That's great." Wan Qiu's hands unconsciously tangled together, "I'm not beautiful."
Yang Ze was stunned: "Who said you are not beautiful?"
Yang Ze frowned and subconsciously checked all the people Wan Qiu could contact, but he couldn't find anyone suspicious. Could it be that Wan Qiu's current teacher said so?
There is also a mirror in Yang Ze’s gym.
Wan Qiu looked at himself and Yang Ze in the mirror.
Yang Ze is tall and very beautiful.
Yang Ze's body seemed to have absolute strength, so powerful that it made the air make a humming sound.
nice.
Even though Wan Qiu didn't know how to appreciate it, he knew that Yang Ze must be good-looking.
Yang followed Wan Qiu's gaze and looked at the mirror. The huge contrast between the two of them created a very exaggerated effect.
Yang Ze suddenly realized that Wan Qiu developed a sense of inferiority after gradually understanding the contrast?
"Can I be like my second brother?"
Wan Qiu raised his head and looked at Yang Ze.
Chu Zhang said that people can become beautiful.
If he works hard enough, he can do it.
He wanted to be closer to his brothers, and he hoped that when he stood next to his brothers, he would no longer feel so out of place.
Yang Ze listened quietly as Wan Qiu expressed his thoughts in a disjointed and confusing manner.
In front of him, the young silkworms were working hard to spin silk, trying to create a cocoon for themselves in which they could transform peacefully.
In those eyes full of desire, there is also the shadow of Yang Ze.
Yang Ze grabbed his arm unconsciously, and the firm touch under his hand made Yang Ze dazed.
Under Wan Qiu's admiring gaze, the distracting thoughts in his mind seemed to make him feel sorry for the child.
That's right.
This child, like him, is confused and trying hard.
"Wan Qiu." Yang Ze suddenly asked, as if with a subtle, tentative, yet eager mood, "Why do you ask me? I thought you would be more inclined to ask Yi Gui."
This statement is out of place.
Yang Ze also knew that he should not give Wan Qiu such a difficult choice.
Maybe it was just because Chu Yigui hadn't come back yet, and Wan Qiu asked him as a second choice?
However, Yang was feeling indescribable, looking forward to, yet also somewhat afraid of, the answer.
However, Yang Ze did not get an answer for a long time.
"I don't know." Wan Qiu said this, as if he didn't even understand why Yang Ze would ask such a question. "I haven't thought about it."
Yang's breath was choked.
"If you ask Big Brother, he will give you many choices. If you ask Yigui, maybe Yigui will give you a good answer." Yang Ze thought of the 'ballroom dance' that Chu Yigui had proposed. "But if you ask me, I may not be able to give you any answer."
Wan Qiu opened his mouth. Even though he could understand long sentences now, he could not understand the deeper implied meanings.
"Is it not allowed to ask?" Wan Qiu was already feeling anxious.
Yang Ze looked at Wan Qiu's confused and even gradually retreating expression, suddenly stepped forward, hugged Wan Qiu's neck, and brought Wan Qiu into his arms.
Why does he keep thinking about these messy things?
Wan Qiu has never considered anything. In the eyes of this child, relatives do not need any comparison.
Even so, I am still beautiful in Wan Qiu's eyes.
"Sorry, second brother was wrong. Don't worry, I was just talking nonsense." Yang Ze comforted Wan Qiu as if he was hugging a cute doll.
Wan Qiu nodded blankly, seemingly not understanding Yang Ze's hesitation.
"Extracurricular classes." Yang Ze finally let Wan Qiu go and thought seriously, "I learned these because I thought they were great."
Wan Qiu nodded.
It’s very impressive.
The movements made by the second brother look very handsome.
"If I have to choose, Wan Qiu can choose the one that is closest to what you want to do." Yang Ze thought.
Maybe he couldn't guide Wan Qiu as accurately as Chu Yigui, but at least he could tell Wan Qiu the direction.
“For example, if you want to record beautiful things, you can learn to paint. If you want to listen to beautiful music, you can learn music.”
Wan Qiu listened to Yang Ze's words carefully and nodded blankly.
"Then Wanqiu, is there anything you want or want to do?"
What do you want to do?
Even now, Wan Qiu's concept of "want" is still vague.
The world where Wanqiu used to be happy as long as he had enough food and clothing seemed to have suddenly added many more things.
Wan Qiu looked at his hand, as if he was holding a colored pen.
When painting, there are all kinds of colors, and he is the one who uses incompatible colors that are difficult to blend in with his family.
Now it's just superficial, I just want to be as beautiful as my relatives.
Wan Qiu straightened his waist and back unconsciously.
"I want to become beautiful." Wan Qiu said seriously.
Yang Ze thought Wan Qiu was already very good looking.
Ever since she stopped being so thin, Wan Qiu's appearance has become cuter little by little, and her already very beautiful eyes are becoming even cuter.
Yang Ze wondered if it was because he had too thick a filter for his brother?
"What do you think is not good-looking about you?" Yang Ze asked.
Wan Qiu said seriously: "I couldn't lift my head, my back was always bent, and I couldn't stand up straight."
Yang Ze looked at Wan Qiu, understood Wan Qiu's concerns, and said directly: "Maybe you can consider physical education class?"
Wan Qiu tilted his head: "Physical education class?"
"But instead of taking the physical education class, why not just learn dance..." Yang Ze thought of Chu Yigui's suggestion, "Why not try Latin?"
"Latin?"
A group of brothers, one big and one small, sat together, chattering about the choice of extracurricular classes.
Until there was a knock on the gym door.
Yang Ze and Wan Qiu turned around together and saw Chu Yigui standing at the door.
"It's time for dinner." Chu Yigui half leaned against the door and said to the two people, "Brother, second brother, do you want to talk more or go eat?"
Only then did Yang Ze realize that his conversation with Wan Qiu seemed to have lasted too long, so long that he almost missed dinner time.
"Yigui, you're back." Yang Ze felt a little dry in his mouth. He hadn't spoken for such a long time in a long time.
"Second brother, aren't you cold?" Chu Yigui then reminded Yang Ze that he hadn't put on his shirt yet.
"The temperature here is just right. I forgot about it." Yang Ze looked a little embarrassed. He put on his clothes and awkwardly changed the subject. "Why did you come back so late today?"
Normally, Chu Yi would definitely go home earlier than Yang Ze, after all, going to school and going to work are two different concepts.
"Well, because there was an exam yesterday, but the teacher was not here today, I was in charge of grading the papers, so I was a little late." Chu Yigui bent down and helped Wan Qiu up from the ground, "Sorry, brother, I'm back late."
Wan Qiu blinked: "It's okay."
Chu Yigui noticed that Yang Ze's mental state was a little subtle at this time, and said to Wan Qiu: "Brother, go downstairs and wash your hands first, dinner will be served soon."
Wan Qiu nodded obediently and left the gym first. However, Chu Yigui's expression was not as gentle as in front of Wan Qiu. He returned to his original calmness.
Chu Yigui turned around and looked at Yang Ze, and asked, "Is everything okay? Second brother, you look a little strange?"
Yang rubbed his face unconsciously: "Does my expression look too serious?"
Chu Yigui half-closed his eyes and thought for a moment: "It's just a little different from usual."
Yang Ze simply replied calmly: "Is that so."
Chu Yigui observed Yang Ze, and Yang Ze seemed to notice the attention of his youngest brother and looked away.
What kind of expression is this, Chu Yigui wondered.
Like...
The extreme athlete who had been climbing the steep mountain relaxed briefly when he found a rock wall where he could stay steadily.
Maybe this is not the right time to ask.
But Chu Yigui spoke up, smiling, and asked, "What are the second brother and the elder brother talking about?"
Wan Qiu has always been closer to Chu Yigui, which made Yang Ze feel like an older brother who had snatched his younger brother away.
Out of this strange mentality, Yang Ze did not hide it: "We were talking about the issue of choosing Wanqiu's extracurricular classes."
"Extracurricular classes? Brother, are you planning to attend extracurricular classes?" Chu Yigui asked.
Yang nodded: "I came to ask for some advice on extracurricular classes."
"Did the second brother give the eldest brother any good advice?" Chu Yigui's question clearly went beyond curiosity and was more like an attempt to get to the bottom of the matter.
Yang Ze vaguely noticed it, but didn't think much about it.
"It's a pity that I can't give Wan Qiu a good suggestion like you or my elder brother." Yang Ze showed a helpless smile, "All I can do is discuss with Wan Qiu how to do it, or what to do."
"It doesn't matter. At least brother looks happy." Chu Yigui didn't ask any more questions in the end. This ending made Yang Ze feel relieved.
Chu Yigui also knew that perhaps ordinary people would be more inclined to get an accurate answer, but Wan Qiu was thinking as much as possible.
It's just like a child who wants to grow up immediately, puts on adult clothes and wants to become more mature.
And Yang Ze just happens to be the kind of person who doesn't know how to guide others.
Wan Qiu he...
It seems like I've instinctively discovered ways to get along with my family.
Hidden beneath the clumsiness is the secretly developing wisdom that belongs only to Wanqiu Rules.
Yang stood beside Chu Yigui and looked at Chu Yigui, who was slightly shorter than him.
How does his excellent younger brother, this youngest brother who makes him feel pressured but is easy to get close to, see him?
Yang Ze asked: "Yigui, am I not a good brother in your eyes?"
Chu Yigui turned his head and smiled again. He did not answer immediately, but asked back: "Second brother, am I an excellent younger brother in your eyes?"
Yang was stunned and smiled bitterly: "Of course, you are my proud brother."
Chu Yigui turned his head and stared at Yang Ze seriously: "But there is no perfect person in this world. I also feel that I haven't done very well, and there are still many areas where I need to work hard."
Yang was stunned and laughed: "If you work harder, I don't know who can be better than you."
Chu Yigui shook his head: "That's not the case, second brother. I also feel inferior. In my eyes, second brother is also excellent and I can't even begin to catch up with him."
Yang was silent for a moment.
Everyone has areas where they are confident and areas where they are not confident. They can see each other's strengths, but they also always focus on their own weaknesses.
With just a few words, Chu Yigui had guessed what he was thinking at the moment.
Faced with the same idea, his inferiority complex might even be seen as arrogance to Chu Yigui.
Does Chu Yigui want to tell him about this?
It is because of this that Yang Ze has always felt that Chu Yigui is an overly outstanding younger brother.
If Yang had heard such words before, he might have felt a little embarrassed.
That's why Chu Yigui chose a roundabout and not so straightforward way of comforting people.
But now Yang Ze felt that being exposed was not that painful.
"Wan Qiu said that I'm very beautiful." Yang Ze laughed as he spoke, "I don't know what my elder brother taught him."
Chu Yigui smiled faintly, his eyes calm, accepting the feelings that Yang Ze expressed.
"Even though I think this is just a cover-up for my inferiority complex, Wan Qiu only sees the results of his hard work. The reason why doesn't seem to matter, which makes me wonder if I'm thinking too much."
In Chu Yigui's eyes, Yang Ze's expression relaxed, no longer so serious and rigid.
That is the process of gradually accepting and facing yourself.
Chu Yigui said: "Second brother has always been excellent, it's just that my elder brother accidentally made him admit this."
Yang Ze was also a little embarrassed.
"Yigui, I am actually a little jealous of you, even now." Yang Ze said with emotion, "You can always do things that I can't do."
Chu Yigui smiled and responded, "Me too, second brother."
Yang Ze did not continue the topic: "Really, I am in a really strange mood today. I actually said such words in front of you. Isn't it a bit childish?"
Chu Yigui shook his head: "Brother is always easy to surprise people."
Yang smiled calmly.
Perhaps because the child who touched him was not around now, Yang did not hide his disappointment.
Chu Yigui is an excellent younger brother, and it is easy to expose myself in front of him.
It was probably a rare occasion that he expressed his inner thoughts but did not receive a response from Chu Yiguiping or others.
It's like...
He was just following his own words and agreeing mechanically.
People who once thought they were normal and intelligent are now inexplicably...
It feels a bit unreal.
It felt like I had just touched a cat's belly fur, and it felt warm, comfortable, and soft, and then it was like touching a carefully crafted carpet.
It feels equally comfortable, but you can't have the same joy of being touched by a soft, struggling cat.
Carpets are soft and are meant to be touched.
It cannot give any response to human touch.
——
After each meal, Wan Qiu would receive a small dish of fruit salad.
However, before Wan Qiu finished eating the fruit salad, the others who had already cleared the table would usually wait for him to finish eating.
Wan Qiu also shared his salad with others when he was eating it, but they only let him eat it.
"Wan Qiu." Yang Ze asked as he watched Wan Qiu chewing the apple carefully, "Will you get tired of eating it every day?"
Wan Qiu shook his head.
Wanqiu never gets tired of sweet and delicious fruits.
"Then will you also order fruit cake for your birthday?" Yang Ze asked.
Chu Yigui was stunned and subconsciously reminded: "Second brother?!"
Yang Ze was suddenly called by Chu Yigui, and was also confused: "What's wrong?"
Chu Yigui said helplessly: "Mom and Dad must know my brother's birthday. The reason they kept telling him until now is probably because they wanted to give him a surprise."
Yang Ze's expression froze.
He hadn't thought of that.
What should I do? Can I still fool around?
However, when the two of them looked at Wan Qiu together, they received a confused expression from Wan Qiu.
But Wan Qiu murmured, "Birthday?"
Chu Yigui sighed and said that since he had already said it, he might as well just follow Wan Qiu's idea: "Yes, brother, your birthday is coming soon, is there anything you want?"
Wan Qiu's birthday is in autumn, just like his name.
It happened recently too.
Wan Qiu would not miss his first birthday after returning to the Chu family no matter what.
Wan Qiu just stuffed the last bite of mango in his mouth, chewing it, and was silent.
"What's wrong?" Yang Ze noticed that Wan Qiu didn't seem to have any special reaction to his birthday.
Wan Qiu held the spoon and remained silent for a long time.
Yang Ze glanced at Chu Yigui. As long as Chu Yigui didn't speak, it proved that now was not a good time to speak.
Wan Qiu knows what a birthday is.
only……
"My birthday?" From Chu Yigui's words, Wan Qiu judged that this birthday was for himself.
Chu Yigui stared at Wan Qiu, and from that careful, unbelieving look, Chu Yigui immediately understood.
"Yes, brother, it's your birthday." Chu Yigui said to Wan Qiu. Even though he no longer needed to slow down his voice, he was still gentle and soft, "Eleventh..."
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