Being carried away by her mother, maybe it was really strange, Wan Qiu buried herself in Yang Xiaoyu's long hair.
But Wan Qiu didn't know why he wanted to bury it.
It seems that looking at others through Yang Xiaoyu's hair, which is like the waves of the sea, will not seem so strange.
Through Yang Xiaoyu's hair, Wan Qiu and Chu Jianshu suddenly met each other's eyes.
There was no unhappiness on Chu Jianshu's face, but it seemed a little different from happiness.
Wan Qiu couldn't tell what Chu Jianshu wanted him to do, it seemed like he just wanted to watch.
There was Yang Xiaoyu's hair messing up Wan Qiu's nose. He reached out and rubbed the tip of his nose, then looked at Chu Jianshu.
This time Chu Jianshu looked away and looked at Yang Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, we are going downstairs outside the hall. It's a bit dangerous. Put Wan Qiu down."
Wan Qiu had been lying on Yang Xiaoyu's shoulder, adjusted his posture, and prepared to go down.
However, Yang Xiaoyu did not move. He held Wan Qiu in his hands and looked Chu Jianshu up and down with narrowed eyes.
Chu Jianshu just looked back.
Yang Xiaoyu asked inexplicably: "Do you want to hold me?"
Chu Jianshu's figure froze.
Yang Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows unexpectedly and tugged at Wan Qiu's legs: "Want to try? Come and hug your son?"
Chu Jianshu didn't react for a moment.
But Chu Jianshu's character was enough to be suspicious because he didn't refuse immediately.
Yang Xiaoyu's playful eyes wandered over Chu Jianshu, and he leaned over and whispered something into Wan Qiu's ear.
Wan Qiu blinked, turned around and looked at Chu Jianshu.
Those clear eyes seemed to reflect Chu Jianshu's shadow clearly, like a mirror that showed every detail of his slight uneasiness.
But Chu Jianshu couldn't look away; he was attracted by Wan Qiu's gaze that was fixed on him.
"Daddy, hug me." Wan Qiu's voice was too low, and his lips seemed to have no arc at all. It was easily drowned out in the crowded hospital hall.
But Chu Jianshu caught Wan Qiu's voice from the mixed and chaotic sounds.
Wan Qiu was probably feeling uneasy.
His eyelashes were trembling slightly, causing the hair of Yang Xiaoyu that was hooked to sway gently. Wan Qiu seemed to want to rub his eyes, but he held back.
The easily frightened bird tentatively used its little claws to probe Chu Jianshu's emotions, and raised its wings in advance to guard against possible danger.
But Chu Jianshu knew very well that nothing would happen.
There was no reason for Wan Qiu to be afraid of him.
Chu Jianshu had always been extremely restrained in his emotions towards this child, but when he heard the soft whisper, he finally let out a hint of love that he could not hide.
Chu Jianshu took a step forward and approached Wan Qiu and Yang Xiaoyu.
They were very close, and Chu Jianshu saw Wan Qiuwei raise his head from Yang Xiaoyu's hair.
This was not a fearful retreat due to his approach, but a response to his behavior, and simply a tendency to move closer to him.
Chu Jianshu opened his arms: "Let daddy hug you."
Chu Jianshu caught Yang Xiaoyu's obviously surprised expression, but he certainly knew that he would not say such a thing.
But the timid bird pecked his fingertips first.
Chu Jianshu took Wan Qiu from Yang Xiaoyu.
At this moment, it seemed as if everything had returned to the time when Wanqiu was still a soft little kid, and he took the child who had never been lost from his wife's hands.
Small and soft.
From this moment on, the time that had once stagnated for this child began to flow around him again, and he grew up little by little into the present Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu is a boy, and even though Yang Xiaoyu said he was very light, Chu Jianshu vaguely constructed in his hands a simulation of Wan Qiu's possible weight.
When Wan Qiu, who was not used to being hugged, opened his arms and hugged his neck and leaned close to his arms, Chu Jianshu felt as if he was hugging the clouds.
Wan Qiu was too light, and the boy's body had not yet grown stronger. She climbed on his shoulders, and one hand was more than enough to wrap around his thin waist.
Fragile, soft, timid, yet extremely real.
Chu Jianshu was thinking, how long it would take them to see the child recover his health.
Wan Qiu lay in Chu Jianshu's arms, feeling a little dazed.
Chu Jianshu is very tall and strong, with broad shoulders. He is very steady and it seems that he will never fall.
When being hugged by Yang Xiaoyu, Wan Qiu did not feel such a big difference.
Is it true that men and women have completely different feelings?
Yang Xiaoyu's embrace was like marshmallow, soft and elastic, with a sweet scent.
Chu Jianshu's embrace was more like mint candy, mixed with a bit of crispness, yet very tough, solid and practical.
Wan Qiu had never considered the difference between men and women, but during the hug, the gender that he had never paid attention to before gradually took shape in his mind.
The transfer of warmth between two people close to each other was an extremely novel experience for Wan Qiu.
Holding Chu Jianshu's neck, Wan Qiu wanted to bury his fingers in Chu Jianshu's hair, but then he realized that Chu Jianshu didn't have long hair.
He opened his eyes and just happened to see Chu Yigui, who was standing quietly behind Chu Jianshu.
His friend and younger brother, Chu Yigui, was following not too far from them.
When Chu Yigui left the hospital lobby and the sunlight suddenly shone on them, Wan Qiu saw Chu Yigui narrowed his eyes slightly because of the sudden sunlight.
His expression was calm, and seemed transparent under the sunlight. Even though his eyes were bathed in the sunlight, it seemed as if the light could not reach the depths of his black pupils.
Chu Yigui noticed Wan Qiu's gaze and smiled at him.
Still no trace of 'happiness'.
Wan Qiu quietly reached over Chu Jianshu's shoulder and extended his hand to Chu Yigui.
The slender fingers couldn't even leave a clear shadow on the ground under the sunlight, but a solid finger hooked around those thin fingers, and the black shadows gently intertwined and collided, like a little secret left under the sunlight.
Touch one touch and you'll score.
When Wan Qiu was put on the ground and stood firmly, he had not yet regained consciousness.
Blocked by Chu Jianshu's figure, he could not see Chu Yigui at all.
"Why are you in a daze?" Yang Xiaoyu saw Wan Qiu's dazed expression and thought it was really adorable. She pinched Wan Qiu's cheek and pushed him, "Baby, get in the car, go to the car."
Wan Qiu looked back at the car.
The car was a low-key solid black color under the sunlight, but it looked sparkling in Wan Qiu's eyes.
Wan Qiu sat in the car. There was a faint fragrance floating in the car, which was the sweet fruity smell that Wan Qiu liked.
The soft, furry cushion was very comfortable. Wan Qiu's fingers sank into the soft fur of the cushion, and the delicate feel was like stroking the belly fur of a kitten.
The blanket that my mother once bought for a lot of money and cherished very much is not as good as it.
Even though Wan Qiu had only taken the car a few times, he still felt that the interior of the car was very spacious and clean.
Wan Qiu unconsciously retracted his hands and feet, instinctively worrying that he might dirty such a beautiful car interior.
Even though he is clean now.
Yang Xiaoyu asked Chu Yigui to sit in the front seat. Looking at Chu Jianshu who was about to go around to the other side of the car, he suddenly said, "What I said to Wan Qiu was not 'Daddy, hold me'."
Chu Jianshu opened the car door and looked up at Yang Xiaoyu.
"What I said was 'Daddy wants to hug you.'" Yang Xiaoyu finished his words and started laughing to himself.
Chu Jianshu didn't answer anything and got into the car quietly.
But he didn't look directly at Wan Qiu, but looked at the car window.
But Wanqiu’s shadow could not be reflected on the car window during the day.
The driver in front turned around and smiled at Wan Qiu.
"Hello, Wan Qiu." The man smiled kindly at Wan Qiu, with a faint sense of happiness rippling across the strange man. "My name is Song Wenqiu, you can call me Uncle Song, I'm your father's secretary."
"Hello, Uncle Song." Wan Qiu didn't know what the word "secretary" meant. He had heard of it but had forgotten it. It didn't seem like a word he could use.
When Song Wenqiu saw that everyone else had gotten on the bus, he smiled and said, "Your father and I are friends. We both have the character 'Qiu' in our names, so it's fate."
Wan Qiu captured the most important information - Dad's friend.
The first person that came to Wan Qiu’s mind was Ning Hai’s friend.
Chu Jianshu’s friends are very different from Ning Hai’s friends.
He had no beard, his hair was very neat, the cuffs of his white shirt were very clean, and there were no decorations on his neck or ears. He sat there, casually and comfortably.
Song Wenqi was dressed casually and had a sweet smile on his face. He couldn't be said to be handsome, but he looked capable and energetic.
Like my father, he is unique and seems to be standing there, separating himself from passers-by.
There is such a big difference between friends.
"Uncle has prepared a small gift for you." Song Wenqiu saw that everyone else had gotten in the car and started the car. He did not talk to Chu Jianshu, but asked Wan Qiu directly, "Guess what uncle prepared for you?"
Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand, wrapped it in his own palm, leaned against Wan Qiu and smiled.
She was always smiling and looked genuinely happy.
Chu Jianshu, who had been paying attention to Wan Qiu, noticed that Wan Qiu subconsciously glanced at Yang Xiaoyu when he heard the word "gift".
It was a look of inquiry, observation, and request, and a small action engraved in Wanqiu's habits.
Chu Jianshu's expression, which had a faint smile on it, slightly narrowed and he looked away to look out the window.
Yang Xiaoyu also noticed it, and she naturally understood the meaning of it.
Wan Qiu was observing her.
Observe her expression to determine whether she can accept the gift.
She unconsciously tightened her hand around Wan Qiu's. It was hard to imagine how Wan Qiu had to read Ning Qiaozhen's expressions all the time when he was by her side.
"Wen Qiu will definitely choose the right dish for the right person, but Wen Qiu has never seen Wan Qiu, so I can't guess what it is." Yang Xiaoyu pinched Wan Qiu's palm, "Baby, you can guess whatever you want."
For Wan Qiu, this statement meant that he had obtained Yang Xiaoyu's consent. Facing the stranger, his father's friend, he calmly let down all his guard.
Wan Qiu was very immature about this kind of guessing game with no answers, not to mention that he had never received a real gift.
After thinking for a long time, Wan Qiu asked in a low voice: "Is it a beer bottle?"
However, as soon as Wan Qiu said this, the car fell into a brief silence.
Song Wenqiu spoke again: "No, how about another guess?"
"Tin sheet?" Tin sheet is a toy that can be played with after the beer bottle cap is smashed flat. It is a rare toy for Wanqiu and was given to him by a friend in Ninghai.
But Wan Qiu had no friends to play this with him, so the tin pieces lay quietly on his desk.
"Ah..." Song Wenqiu's voice was a little weak, "Anything else you find interesting?"
Because of the continuous mistakes, Wan Qiu's voice gradually became lower. He was a little anxious because he couldn't guess the object. He was worried that he would be punished if he didn't complete the task, so he couldn't concentrate on thinking.
"balloon?"
I heard an unexpected answer.
Even Chu Jianshu turned around to look at Wan Qiu.
Using the 'guess the gift' method is an opportunity to test the waters of interest.
Generally speaking, when ordinary people make a guess, they will say the first thing that comes to their mind subconsciously.
Even if I didn't like it, I definitely cared about it.
Wan Qiu cares about 'beer bottles' and 'tin sheets'. He may not like them, but one can guess that these are the most common 'gifts' he has ever received.
As Chu Jianshu's long-time friend and secretary, Song Wenqiu certainly wanted to help Chu Jianshu and Wan Qiu connect with each other.
"Wanqiu, do you want balloons?" Song Wenqi was already thinking about whether he should turn to the commercial street on the way back, where they should be selling hydrogen balloons.
However, Wan Qiu shook his head.
"Why? Baby, don't you want it?" Yang Xiaoyu finally got a clue that Wan Qiu might have said about his preference, and he didn't want to give up just like that.
Wan Qiu clasped his hands unconsciously, but noticed Yang Xiaoyu's hand in his.
He wanted to look at Yang Xiaoyu, but Yang Xiaoyu suddenly pulled his hand away, put his arms around Wan Qiu's shoulders, and covered his eyes.
Wan Qiu couldn't see anything.
Everything was dark and silent, except for the sound of passing vehicles.
"Baby, if you say you want it, mommy will give it to you." Yang Xiaoyu's voice came from the darkness.
Not being able to see anyone made Wan Qiu feel panicky unconsciously.
Wan Qiu is not good at expressing his likes and dislikes. Once these things are spoken out, the desire will become deeper and difficult to forget.
Wan Qiu can't get what he likes.
There is no way to make the annoying things go away.
Suddenly, silence filled the car. He was unable to retreat outside as the car moved on. Unable to determine whether this silence was because of him, Wan Qiu could not help but become anxious.
"Iron sheets are actually very interesting." Chu Yigui, who had been in the passenger seat, suddenly said, "Brother, can you play with me?"
In the pitch-black vision, Chu Yigui's voice was suddenly heard, attracting Wan Qiu's attention, and the anxiety that was gradually accumulating was quickly forgotten.
Wan Qiu said, "Okay."
"Are your skills good, brother?" Chu Yigui asked.
"I don't know." No one played with Wan Qiu, there was no comparison, and Wan Qiu didn't know the definition of good and bad.
Chu Yigui's laughter in the darkness was like natural white noise, calming Wan Qiu's emotions: "Then let me compete with my brother from now on?"
Wan Qiu had never thought about playing tin with friends.
This was probably not fun, at least he had never seen anyone playing it at school.
"My iron sheets are all at home and I can't go back." Wan Qiu consciously wanted to skip this topic.
"It doesn't matter, we can smash a few more." Chu Yigui said.
"Beer bottles are not easy to find." It was a bit difficult for Wan Qiu to get beer bottles.
"We can go to the snack street. There will be a lot of beer bottles there." Chu Yigui's voice was full of laughter. "After selling the bottles, we can also buy balloons."
Wan Qiu opened his mouth and finally murmured, "Not enough."
Wan Qiu said "not enough". Yang Xiaoyu guessed that Wan Qiu had already found out the price of the balloon, wanted it, but did not buy it.
"If it's enough, which balloon does brother want?" Chu Yigui bit each word slowly, and there were only their two voices in the car.
“…red.” Perhaps because he was too used to talking to Chu Yigui, Wan Qiu didn’t even react in time before he answered Chu Yigui’s question.
"Brother, which one do you want, the red one or the green one?" Chu Yigui continued to ask.
Wan Qiu stared blankly at the back of Chu Yigui's neck, he didn't even turn his head back.
Wan Qiu thought seriously: "Green."
"Is gray okay?"
However, Wan Qiu blinked and asked after a long while: "Are there any gray balloons?"
"I forgot, how many types there are?" Chu Yigui's voice sounded like he was thinking hard.
"Apples, blueberries, bananas, grapes, and watermelons." Wan Qiu tried hard to recall what he remembered.
Song Wenqi was in the driver's seat and saw Chu Yigui half leaning against the car window, searching for something on his mobile phone.
"I remember now." Chu Yigui turned off his phone as if he had found the answer he was looking for. "It's a character from the cartoon Fruit New World."
And Wan Qiu responded inexplicably: "Yes."
Chu Yigui's words brought the dull atmosphere in the car back to normal.
Song Wenqiu was obviously surprised by the communication between Chu Yigui and Wan Qiu.
Although he always knew that Chu Yigui was a very communicative child, Chu Yigui's inquiry this time did not sound to him like there were any rules at all, not even the art of speaking.
What's more, why would Chu Yigui use the balloons to find out Wan Qiu's true preferences?
Yang Xiaoyu didn't know what "Fruit New World" was, but based on the two points of "balloons" and "characters", it was not difficult to imagine that Wan Qiu might not like balloons, but the peripherals of this work.
"Fruit New World" should be an animation for children. Yang Xiaoyu thought of Wan Qiu's love for cartoons.
As for why balloons.
Yang Xiaoyu's only guess was that balloons were the cheapest peripherals that Wan Qiu could covet.
It's the child's nature.
Yang Xiaoyu rubbed Wan Qiu's slightly long hair, his expression gradually softened, and he felt a little distressed.
As a child who loves watching cartoons, I also want balloons that look like the characters in cartoons.
When she knew that Wan Qiu liked watching cartoons, she had asked Yang Ze to prepare a new screening room at home and purchase all the cartoons currently available on the market.
Let’s give Wan Qiu a surprise, Yang Xiaoyu rubbed Wan Qiu’s hair and smiled.
"Yigui, can you help me give the gift in the storage compartment to Wanqiu?" Now that they got the answer they wanted, Song Wenqi didn't keep them in suspense.
A square object fell from Chu Yigui's hand into Wan Qiu's hand.
Wrapped in gift paper.
The brand new gift paper has a starry sky pattern and is pasted with pink gift hand-drawn flowers. This is the bright packaging that Song Wenqiu usually does not use on gifts.
But at this moment, Wan Qiu held it in his palm, and his clear eyes seemed to take in all the colors of the gift. Those beautiful stars seemed to be flashing out of the starry sky paper and lying in Wan Qiu's palm.
Wan Qiu was very cautious, as if he was afraid of breaking it.
"Would you like to take it apart and take a look?" Song Wenqi saw Wan Qiu's expression in the rearview mirror, as if he was infected by his emotions.
Wan Qiu glanced at Yang Xiaoyu, who poked Wan Qiu's gift with his finger with great interest, and was equally curious: "Open it and see?"
Wan Qiu then tried to open it carefully.
This was the first real gift Wan Qiu received, wrapped in gift paper.
When he was unwrapping the paper, for some reason, his fingers seemed to be out of control and were shaking and difficult to use.
Wan Qiu didn't know why he was so nervous, his palms were sweating.
Song Wenqi seemed to have noticed Wan Qiu's actions and drove the car more steadily.
Wan Qiu unpacked the package very slowly, and Song Wenqiu couldn't help laughing. Perhaps he should have packed it more simply?
Wan Qiu's fear of damaging even a little bit of the wrapping paper made Song Wenqiu feel warm in his heart - no one would hate others to cherish the gift they gave him.
The wrapping paper was finally opened intact, and what appeared in Wan Qiu's sight was a very beautiful thick leather notebook and a very beautiful fountain pen in a box.
Song Wenqi did not choose expensive gifts, but daily necessities that are popular and frequently used by students.
The notebook is a very popular color page notebook, with flower baskets, table lamps, clouds, rainbows...all the warm and beautiful little things are carried on different pages.
The pen is not expensive, but there are many cute Q-version animals engraved on it.
For a moment, the car was quiet.
Yang Xiaoyu leaned on the car window with one hand and looked at Wan Qiu's expression.
Wan Qiu opened the notebook carefully and looked at the pen several times.
He finally said 'thank you'.
Calm tone.
Wan Qiu did not smile happily.
But Yang Xiaoyu clearly saw that Wanqiu's eyes were sparkling, like a window that had been suddenly wiped clean of dust, revealing the first hint of green of spring behind the glass.
Yang Xiaoyu watched and when he came to his senses he found that the corners of his mouth were also curled.
"Wen Qiu, you are still very good at choosing gifts." Chu Jianshu leaned back in his chair and took in all of Wan Qiu's expressions.
"As your secretary for so many years, I have to have this bit of perspective." Song Wenqi responded with a smile.
Song Wenqi quietly observed Chu Yigui, who had never been at the center of events. The child looked calm, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.
Wan Qiu wanted to wrap the gift back to the way it was originally wrapped, but Yang Xiaoyu said that there was no need to wrap it again after it had been unwrapped.
Wan Qiu could only fold the gift paper and put it in his notebook.
Wan Qiu didn't know what he could do with this notebook.
It was the first time for him to get such a beautiful notebook. Even when he saw his classmates had them, he had never coveted them.
But suddenly it appeared.
Wan Qiu looked at the notebook and had a very subtle feeling that he couldn't understand.
It was like standing after a long rainy summer night.
The city's air, washed clean by rain, became polluted and flowed down the drainage ditch to a place he couldn't find.
He was illuminated by the straight sunlight that broke through the clouds. Gold filled his eyes and the whole world he saw was shining.
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