Chu Yigui walked past Wan Qiu and opened the refrigerator.
Wan Qiu suspected that Chu Yigui was really hungry. He thought that there were a lot of things in the refrigerator and it would not take long to make a simple meal.
However, Chu Yigui just took out a fruit that he was very familiar with from the refrigerator. It was bright orange and a very beautiful mango.
After dinner, Wan Qiu was served a fruit salad, which also contained mango cubes and was sweeter than the ones he had had before.
Wanqiu likes sweet things very much. Sour taste can also add icing on the cake to sweetness, and Wanqiu can't resist the texture and taste of mango.
Chu Yigui took a knife and started cutting the mango. The mango was cut into small pieces with excellent knife skills and placed on a small plate. He inserted a small toothpick on it and placed it in front of Wan Qiu.
"Eat some fruit and then go to sleep." Chu Yigui noticed that Wan Qiu's condition had obviously stabilized.
Wanqiu had already brushed his teeth at night. The teacher had taught him not to eat after brushing his teeth.
It is not a good idea to eat at night. Wan Qiu does not have this habit, and he is not hungry anyway.
Chu Yigui, who has been observing Wan Qiu's life carefully, is very clear about Wan Qiu's concerns.
"Just rinse your mouth after eating. No one stipulates that you must eat at a certain time." Chu Yigui was relaxing the rules that Wan Qiu had heard from others.
Wan Qiu would not refuse at all, especially after he smelled the unique fragrance of mango, the sweetness seemed to have soaked his mouth and tongue, making him drool uncontrollably.
"Eat it."
Chu Yigui's voice was apparently calm, but it responded to Wan Qiu's small struggle in his heart and gave him the greatest temptation.
Wan Qiu put a piece of mango into his mouth with a small toothpick and chewed it carefully. Perhaps because of the enjoyment, the color of his lips looked softer than usual and his face looked rosier.
After the transition from tension to calm, the sweetness that enters the mouth seems to permeate into the heart, relieving the fatigue after the tense nerves. The heavy stones hanging on the body are melted by the sweetness.
Therefore, those imperceptible joys seemed to gradually become obvious due to the relaxation of the body.
Chu Yigui still remembers the mango that Wan Qiu gave him when he quietly pushed him out the door.
I'm afraid that is the most delicious fruit for Wanqiu.
Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu quietly and silently, thinking unconsciously.
If every moment that Wanqiu is by my side is accompanied by happiness and comfort that is soaked in sweetness.
Will it make Wan Qiu, who is not very smart, develop a conditioned reflex of dependence and joy?
After eating one piece, Wan Qiu did not eat the second one.
Chu Yigui got the look from Wan Qiu who was looking up at him.
Chu Yigui simply put a small toothpick on the plate, but Wan Qiu's IQ was obviously not enough to understand that this meant that the food was only cut for Wan Qiu.
Maybe he knows but doesn't agree?
Chu Yigui did not refuse. He used the small toothpick that Wan Qiu had eaten to put a piece of mango into his mouth. It was very sweet, and the rich juice went into his mouth. The refreshing sweetness was the best taste he had tasted all day.
He handed the small toothpick to Wan Qiu, and Wan Qiu continued to take the second bite. Chu Yigui went to get the second toothpick, and they shared the food bite by bite in this way.
Chu Yigui could see Wan Qiu’s small, soft and satisfied feeling, like cotton candy.
And there is also a unique fragrance left between my teeth.
Chu Yigui stroked his lips unconsciously. He didn’t like mangoes that much.
But secretly eating mangoes with Wan Qiu at night made him feel that he might never forget the sweetness of tonight.
Chu Yigui half-closed his lips, but was unwilling to think about it any further.
"Go back to sleep, don't worry." Chu Yigui shifted all his attention back to Wan Qiu, "You will have plenty of time to slowly adapt little by little."
Wan Qiu looked at him and nodded.
There was complete trust in Wanqiu's expression.
As a friend and brother, Wan Qiu trusts Chu Yigui immensely.
The uneasiness did not dissipate.
But there was no continued endless anxiety that disturbed Wanqiu's peace.
"Wanqiu, Wanqiu?! Wanqiu, where are you, Wanqiu!" Suddenly, in the silent villa, Yang Xiaoyu's frightened voice looking for someone was heard.
Wan Qiu put down the plate he had just washed in the water, and rushed towards the direction of the sound without hesitation, quickly passing by Chu Yigui.
Chu Yigui followed Wan Qiu's back, and when he saw Wan Qiu's frail figure standing at the stairs, he called out, "Mom."
Yang Xiaoyu, who was wearing silk pajamas and had her long hair loose, suddenly came down the stairs and hugged Wan Qiu tightly with both hands.
Wan Qiu's frail body was not even worth mentioning in front of Yang Xiaoyu, a woman. Yang Xiaoyu's hug almost enveloped Wan Qiu's entire body.
Chu Yigui saw Wan Qiu raised his head, and his thin hands hanging on both sides of his body opened and placed loosely on Yang Xiaoyu's back. He seemed like he could be easily embraced by anyone.
"Why aren't you in your room? Why are you running around?" Yang Xiaoyu was still in shock, with a hint of panic in his eyes that could not be completely concealed.
She held Wan Qiu's face with both hands and looked him up and down, as if to make sure that Wan Qiu was really standing here and it was not her hysteria.
Yang Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to the bewildered Wan Qiu, Yang Xiaoyu's complexion seemed to be even worse.
Wan Qiu looked at the panicked Yang Xiaoyu, and his observation told him that his mother was very unhappy now.
"I won't leave my room casually." Wan Qiu said, tentatively trying to analyze Yang Xiaoyu's expression.
Chu Jianshu, who had just come down from upstairs to comfort the two of them, stopped in his tracks, and Yang Xiaoyu was also stunned.
Yang Xiaoyu's expression was stiff, and she suddenly forced a smile: "No, baby, Mommy didn't mean that. Mommy just... just..."
Chu Jianshu stood beside Wan Qiu, stroking his hair with his warm, thick hands, and said, "Mom is just a little worried when she sees you're not here. It doesn't mean you can't leave the bedroom."
Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu, who knew Wan Qiu's mental state, had to be more meticulous and careful when treating Wan Qiu, as any of their words would affect Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu looked at Yang Xiaoyu. Although Yang Xiaoyu was not "happy", his "unhappiness" seemed to have dissipated.
Wan Qiu had a strange feeling.
Whether it was Yang Xiaoyu's hug or Chu Jianshu's touch, Wan Qiu felt very strange. This feeling was not unhappy, but a kind of warmth, strange...
It's not about what he should do, but what he should answer.
Wan Qiu's mind flashed with what Chu Yigui had just said.
Slowly.
A little bit at a time.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" A servant who lived here came out in pajamas, as if he had heard the noisy noise.
It's the neighbors. They are disturbing them.
Wan Qiu instinctively wanted to step forward and apologize, but Chu Yigui's words confused Wan Qiu.
Chu Yigui said, here, this very big place, is all home.
Are all these people relatives?
"It's okay, go back to sleep." Chu Jianshu obviously noticed Wan Qiu's condition and said to the people around him, "Go to sleep. Wan Qiu won't be able to adapt to so many people."
"Yes, sir." Several servants who had opened the door returned to the room.
But this little episode made the stagnant air start flowing again.
"Mom and Dad are not angry." Chu Jianshu stared into Wan Qiu's eyes seriously, half squatted down so that Wan Qiu could better observe his expression, stretched out his hand and put Wan Qiu's little hand on his face, "Look, Mom and Dad are not angry."
The touch under his hands was very unfamiliar, and Wan Qiu's hands were stiff and he dared not move.
But judging from Wan Qiu's attitude, this is not rejection.
This was the first time in Wan Qiu's life that he was so close to his relatives. He had never touched his father's face before.
What is the sense of touch?
Wan Qiu wanted to move his fingers to feel it, but he was so stiff that he had to rely on Chu Jianshu to support him.
"It's too late, Wan Qiu should go to bed too." Chu Jianshu knew that many things could not be rushed, so he quietly reached out and patted Yang Xiaoyu's back a few times, "You must be very tired today."
"Baby, can you sleep with mom and dad tonight?" Yang Xiaoyu said.
Yang Xiaoyu had already made this request in the evening. Wan Qiu would not refuse, but it was Chu Jianshu who refused.
Chu Jianshu thought that Wan Qiu had received too much information today and needed some private time to adjust himself.
But now Chu Jianshu clearly felt that compared to Wan Qiu, who needed to proceed slowly, his wife was obviously still in an unstable state, and he would not stop her this time.
And Wan Qiu will not refuse any request.
Chu Jianshu watched Yang Xiaoyu and Wan Qiu go upstairs, said good night and sweet dreams to Yang Ze who had been watching this side, and disappeared into the room again.
Chu Jianshu then turned his attention back to Chu Yigui, who had been silent from the beginning, as if he did not exist.
"Yigui, are you okay?" Chu Jianshu asked.
"Why does Dad ask that?" Chu Yigui tilted his head, "Do I look bad?"
Chu Jianshu half narrowed his eyes, but finally just smiled and said, "It's just because your mother didn't talk to you. I was afraid that you would feel unbalanced, so I wanted you not to mind it too much."
"It's okay, Dad. I don't mind." Chu Yigui was calm, as if everything really didn't bother him at all.
Chu Jianshu did not answer immediately.
However, Chu Yigui took the initiative to say: "I heard Wan Qiu open the door, and I was a little curious about what he wanted to do. I didn't expect that after I followed him, I saw him looking at the refrigerator. The way he looked at the refrigerator was just like looking at treasure."
When mentioning Wan Qiu's eyes, Chu Yigui smiled. His hearty and clear smile made the already handsome boy look even more unique and handsome.
"Really?" Chu Jianshu felt obviously relieved when he saw such a smile.
"He always loved the refrigerator, or the feeling of having enough food. The refrigerator at home must have made him feel very secure."
Chu Yigui sighed, his tone soft and gentle, with a lingering smile.
"I cut a mango for him. He not only ate the flesh, but also the core. Seeing him like that, I wanted to cut another one for him."
Chu Jianshu was silent for a long time before he said, "Thank you for always taking care of Wan Qiu."
Chu Yigui said: "Wanqiu is mom and dad's child, and he is my brother."
Chu Jianshu said good night to Chu Yigui and watched Chu Yigui leave.
Chu Yigui has always been a smart, bright and not easily stuck in a rut child, and Chu Jianshu has always been relieved about him.
When Wan Qiu was pulled by Yang Xiaoyu, he was looking at Yang Xiaoyu's wrist.
Wan Qiu has been pulled many times so far, but only Yang Xiaoyu can make him feel soft.
It feels like pinching a sponge, or sitting on a sofa, stepping on sand, or sinking into a soft bed, unable to exert any strength.
Lying in the middle of the huge bed, Yang Xiaoyu lay beside him in the dark night.
"Baby, have you ever slept with someone else before?" Yang Xiaoyu's voice sounded much more relieved than her previous anxious tone. Her hand was on Wan Qiu's wrist, and the feeling of their skin touching each other made Yang Xiaoyu's heartbeat gradually calm down.
"Yes." Wan Qiu said.
Yang Xiaoyu was a little surprised: "With whom?"
"Grandma." Wan Qiu was referring to Wan Xiaohua.
When mentioning the crazy woman who took Wan Qiu away, Yang Xiaoyu secretly hated her, but there was no way he could cut off contact with Wan Qiu like he did with Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen. After all, the person was already dead.
She really didn't want to mention a word about Wan Xiaohua, but for some reason she felt a little competitive.
"Baby, do you think it's better to sleep with your mom or your grandma?"
Wan Qiu did not answer.
In the dark room at night, Wan Qiu could not see Yang Xiaoyu's expression, and he could not answer such a question.
Yang Xiaoyu couldn't wait for Wan Qiu's answer, but he knew the reason.
Yang Xiaoyu wanted to know whether the crazy woman named Wan Xiaohua, who stole Wan Qiu and brought him home, had treated Wan Qiu well for at least one tenth of the time.
"With my mother." However, Yang Xiaoyu suddenly got this answer.
Wan Qiu was nervous.
He needs to be smarter.
Will my mother be happy with such an answer?
"Hahaha, okay, mommy likes to sleep with baby too." Yang Xiaoyu was pleased by Wan Qiu's words, and suddenly smiled, leaving all her gloomy thoughts behind, "Baby, do you want mommy to sing a lullaby for you?"
Yang Xiaoyu couldn't see the small, tiny smile in Wan Qiu's eyes in the darkness, which showed his joy at having successfully made Yang Xiaoyu laugh.
Yang Xiaoyu began to sing slowly.
Wan Qiu lay flat on the bed and heard Yang Xiaoyu's lullaby.
Yang Xiaoyu's singing voice was very beautiful, as if she was singing by the spring in the village, with the sound of water dripping from the silent and deserted mountain spring and the faint sound of leaves colliding.
These are all sounds that will calm him down.
As Yang Xiaoyu sang, the bedroom door opened and closed again, and Wan Qiu felt a tall figure lying down on his other side.
That's Chu Jianshu.
"Wan Qiu, close your eyes." Chu Jianshu's steady masculine voice, even deeper at night, mixed with Yang Xiaoyu's lullaby, seemed like a sleeping sound that brought dreams. Wan Qiu closed his eyes.
Chu Jianshu's hands patted Wan Qiu's quilt regularly, as if he was treating a baby in swaddling clothes, once, once, once...
Wan Qiu kept listening to these sounds until he fell asleep.
Like the sound of nature.
It was like a voice that existed beside him.
Wan Qiu's hands, which had been curled up in the quilt, finally let go quietly.
Even Ning Qiaozhen didn't sleep with him.
Maybe parents today are a little different from before.
Perhaps, he was not hated as much as before.
Wan Qiu opened his eyes on time the next day.
But this morning, my breathing was more rapid than usual.
He had a very bad dream.
There was snow and scorching heat in the dream, half of it was icy cold and half of it was scorching hot.
He was alone, walking and walking until he was broken into pieces.
It was a dream.
Fortunately it was just a dream.
In the dream, the pain that had been like fine needles piercing his body seemed to have spread to the moment he opened his eyes.
Summer mornings always come especially quickly, but the heavy blackout curtains block out most of the light, almost perfectly shielding the morning sun from the outdoors.
The air didn't feel stuffy this morning, and the summer heat didn't seem to be able to infect this room at all.
There was an unfamiliar breathing sound in my ears.
Wan Qiu turned his head to look around and saw Yang Xiaoyu at first sight.
Even without makeup, Yang Xiaoyu was very beautiful. At this moment, she was half leaning on Wan Qiu's arm, as if she was deliberately holding Wan Qiu's arm against her cheek.
Wan Qiu looked at Chu Jianshu. Chu Jianshu also closed his eyes quietly and breathed calmly.
Wan Qiu blinked and suddenly thought of Wan Xiaohua.
I slept with Wan Xiaohua because there was only one bed in that shabby house.
Wan Xiaohua has a bad sleeping posture and is prone to snoring at night. She never brushes her teeth and seldom takes a bath. In addition, there is always a special smell on the body of the elderly. The smell of mold in the air, the smell of poultry manure, and the unique smell of earthen houses are the feelings that Wan Qiu is familiar with.
But now...
The bed was so soft that Wanqiu felt it was incredible. There was a light scent of plants in the air, and the sound of his parents' quiet breathing as they slept were all slowly washing away the trembling Wanqiu had felt in his dreams.
Can every home feel so different from every other home?
Wan Qiu wanted to sit up. He was never lazy in bed, but suddenly an arm hugged him tightly.
Wan Qiu turned his head to look at Yang Xiaoyu, who was drowsy with her eyes closed, and heard her sleepy and dissatisfied murmur: "Baby, sleep a little longer."
Wan Qiu was held in Yang Xiaoyu's arms.
Yang Xiaoyu made another request.
Even though he was dazed, Wan Qiu relaxed his body again and lay quietly in Yang Xiaoyu's arms, but he stared at the gorgeous chandelier in the room with his eyes wide open.
Ten minutes later, Wan Qiu suddenly heard Chu Jianshu say, "Are you not sleepy anymore?"
There was no sleepiness in Chu Jianshu's voice anymore, and he watched Wan Qiu for as long as he had his eyes open.
Wan Qiu turned around to look at Chu Jianshu, and Chu Jianshu was also looking at him.
"Go to sleep a little longer. You went to bed very late last night. Children need enough sleep to grow up healthier." Chu Jianshu's voice was soft and soothing.
Wan Qiu, who would always get up on time no matter how late he went to bed, still closed his eyes after hearing what Chu Jianshu said.
But Wan Qiu could listen to any request, but he couldn't accurately control his sleep, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.
Lying there doing nothing while awake is a very tiring thing in itself.
Some small things that he usually doesn't care about, and slight physical discomforts, will be magnified exponentially when he closes his eyes, and Wan Qiu feels very uncomfortable.
But Wan Qiu just stood there stiffly, motionless.
These little discomforts are nothing to be unbearable.
However, Wan Qiu heard Chu Jianshu sigh: "Silly child, I'm not saying that you have to sleep. If you can't sleep, there's no need to force yourself."
Chu Jianshu could feel Wan Qiu's stiff body and his restless and trembling eyelids. It seemed that he couldn't fall asleep no matter how he looked at him.
"Silly baby." Yang Xiaoyu also said in Wan Qiu's ear. She was still very sleepy. After such a long time, she finally took Wan Qiu home with peace of mind, but she still couldn't get a good rest. She couldn't fall asleep when she thought of Wan Qiu awake beside her.
Wan Qiu opened his eyes, feeling very confused.
Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's head. Although she couldn't sleep, she couldn't open her eyes. Instead, she started chatting thoughtfully in the morning.
"Baby, is it because you are not used to it that you can't sleep well?"
Wan Qiu said: "Adapt."
"Then the baby woke up so early?"
"I wake up now every day." Wan Qiu doesn't even need an alarm clock, he will definitely wake up.
"Baby is so amazing, how did you develop such a habit?" Yang Xiaoyu murmured like in a dream.
"I have to get up early to do farm work at my grandma's house, and I have to get up early to cook and go to school at my mom's house. I don't have an alarm clock." Wan Qiu's answers were all basic reasons.
Wan Xiaohua would not buy an alarm clock for Wan Qiu, and Ning Qiaozhen even forgot about it.
Wan Qiu, who never actively asks for anything, never thought that he would need an alarm clock.
Yang Xiaoyu took a long time to react, but he was just murmuring in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.
But now she frowned and kept her eyes open.
I can't sleep.
Wan Qiu's IQ is not high.
He has to remember a lot of things, so he has to work harder than ordinary people.
But what makes Wan Qiu remember these things is not only hard work, but also survival and life.
Survival forced Wan Qiu to become obedient and self-reliant.
But Yang Xiaoyu felt that it would be better to be a happy little fool under his wings.
Yang Xiaoyu hugged Wan Qiu's hand tightly and did not let go.
I wanted to say something to comfort Wan Qiu, but I found that nothing I said would make any sense.
Wan Qiu could only hear the superficial surface of her language. He could not understand her heartache and sadness, and only felt uneasy.
Chu Jianshu sat up, lowered his eyes and rubbed Wan Qiu's hair: "Good morning, Wan Qiu."
Wan Qiu struggled hard to get out of Yang Xiaoyu's arms and turned back: "Good morning, Dad."
As he spoke, Wan Qiu pursed his lips and blinked his eyes, with little fireworks colliding in his clear eyes.
Chu Jianshu thought about it, could it be that just saying good morning could make him so happy?
"Go wash up quickly. Dad and Mom go back to the room to wash up. After that, Wan Qiu can go to the restaurant to wait for Dad and Mom." Chu Jianshu was very gentle. He bent down and kissed Wan Qiu on the head, and then kissed Yang Xiaoyu.
Wan Qiu blinked, sat on the bed, and watched Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu leave.
The place on the top of my head where my father kissed me feels hot and has a strong presence.
He touched it with his fingers, but it didn't feel very hot. Wan Qiu pursed his lips and blinked in confusion.
There was still warmth from my parents in the bedding, but it soon cooled down again under the temperature of the air conditioner.
Standing in the large, gorgeous and spacious bathroom, Wan Qiu held a toothbrush in his mouth and looked at himself in the mirror.
Wan Qiu looked carefully in the extremely bright mirror.
The skin on her face was dull and yellow, which was inconsistent with her beautiful and comfortable pajamas. It seemed that she looked uglier in the morning than she did last night.
Wan Qiu felt a little lost, and the image of Chu Yigui appeared involuntarily in his mind.
Chu Yigui is really good looking.
If the person standing in the mirror was not himself but Chu Yigui, that weird, inharmonious feeling would disappear.
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