Chu Yigui stood in front of Wan Qiu, only one step away from him. Wan Qiu was also looking up at him.
In the noisy playground after school for the primary school, Chu Yigui's voice was still clear to Wan Qiu.
"It would take about a class period to walk from here to the hospital. Brother, you should want to go see Fu Zhengyu, right?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
"Let's go, brother?" Chu Yigui half turned sideways and stretched out his hand towards Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu stood up and brushed off the dust on his school uniform.
Arrived at Chu Yigui's side.
He reached out and held Chu Yigui's hand.
At the same time, Chu Yigui also shook hands with Wan Qiu.
The familiar, delicate touch that he had always held back finally returned to his palm.
From the window of the teaching building, he saw Li Shuo and Wan Qiu sitting together. What he held was empty. It was warm, but it only brought cold air.
Perhaps even if it wasn't him, there was someone who could guide Wan Qiu's thoughts, and they emerged in Chu Yigui's mind.
As the person involved, Chu Yigui did not want his selfishness to affect Wan Qiu's thoughts.
From a distance, he could see Wan Qiu's trusting and inquiring eyes as he looked at Li Shuo.
The brother, who was not good at talking, was saying something to Li Shuo, his lips opening and closing, speaking a voice that he could not hear.
Chu Yigui was unable to suppress his emotions with reason as he had done in the past.
Chu Yigui finally walked behind the two of them.
He was too dependent on his brother.
She is so dependent on him that she is terrified at the thought of her brother needing someone else.
Holding Wan Qiu's hand again and occupying the position beside Wan Qiu that was rightfully his, Chu Yigui finally found his peace as he left the campus step by step.
"Brother, did you get any answer?" Chu Yigui asked.
Wan Qiu asked, "What?"
Chu Yigui asked, "Brother, what you talked about with Li Shuo should be what happened yesterday. Did you get the conclusion you wanted?"
Chu Yigui seemed to hear his own heartbeat.
It is a messy, complex, anxious sound.
He didn't want anyone else to help Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu was silent, and this silence seemed to be slowly restraining Chu Yigui's breathing.
"No." Wan Qiu said.
At this moment, Chu Yigui's pace slowed down.
They moved away from the campus step by step, and away from Li Shuo, whom Wan Qiu almost relied on.
Chu Yigui knew that he shouldn’t be in this mood when Wan Qiu was confused.
But getting this answer seemed to suddenly free me up.
Some of the tension and anxiety were eliminated by bad thoughts.
——Only I can do it.
Chu Yigui didn't want to fall into such emotions.
"Brother, are you willing to listen to what I have to say? Maybe I don't have the right position, but I still hope to help you."
"...Yeah." Wan Qiu also felt that perhaps he would rather hear Chu Yigui tell him.
On the road where the primary school is about to finish school, there are always students in school uniforms passing by.
People rarely hold hands, but the two teenagers did it naturally, even holding each other tightly.
Passing by a shop with colorful signs, the air was still filled with the smell of cumin coming from a small barbecue shop on the roadside after school.
However, all of this could not be seen by Wanqiu.
He looked at Chu Yigui.
Chu Yigui looked ahead.
"Brother, everyone takes every action from their own standpoint, and everyone is unique, and they all have different standpoints."
As always, Chu Yigui's voice was slow. He would pause and wait for Wan Qiu's understanding.
"Whether it's dad or mom, they're acting based on their own ideas."
"Brother, do you remember I told you that Mom and Dad were both emotionally ill?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
To Wan Qiu, this incident seemed to be still before his eyes.
He told himself on the day Chu Yigui fell ill.
Chu Yigui saw Wan Qiu nod, looked away again and continued speaking.
"My brother was also sick at that time."
"Different diseases cause pain in different places. My brother and my parents may never understand each other."
"What my brother needs to care about is not to understand mom and dad, nor to care about right and wrong."
"Brother just needs to focus on his own feelings."
"Whether you are sad, angry, or furious, it is your brother's right."
Wan Qiu blinked his eyes, as if there were tiny bits of light trying to illuminate the dark road ahead of him.
"And what mom and dad want is not for my brother to understand this matter, but to get his emotions."
"Brother, you can do whatever you want, as long as it comes from your own feelings."
The feeling of eternal autumn.
Your own emotions.
Wan Qiu couldn't understand why these things happened.
But Wan Qiu was not indifferent when facing these things.
What my brother said must be right.
So he doesn't need to think and understand so carefully.
Wan Qiu looked up and suddenly asked, "What about my brother?"
Wan Qiu couldn't figure out what role Chu Yigui, who was involved in this matter, was playing.
"I just look at my brother... Only when I look at my brother can I see myself."
Chu Yigui said something that Wan Qiu didn’t understand.
But for some reason, Wan Qiu's intuition told him that this sentence must be very important to Chu Yigui.
Wan Qiu wanted to ask, but Chu Yigui interrupted him.
"I just want to look after my brother. No matter what emotions he has, he just needs to focus on his own thoughts now."
Wan Qiu lowered his head.
Chu Yigui led him at a very slow pace, so slow that it seemed as if he wanted to give Wan Qiu some free time to sort out his emotions.
Once given power, it seemed as if something was growing in Wanqiu's heart.
Those thin black threads that were silently hidden in Wanqiu's emotions were ready to emerge with their original appearance.
The sounds of footsteps, traffic, hawking, and laughter were all isolated from Wanqiu's world.
Wan Qiu seemed to be walking alone on this road that led to nowhere.
His emotions...
Wan Qiu wants to understand everyone.
But there was one thing he couldn't do.
He is very scared.
Very scared. Very scared.
He was terribly afraid of being abandoned.
No matter what the reason is, no matter for whose good it is, no matter whether it is to leave Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen or not.
Wan Qiu is just afraid of being abandoned.
Chu Yigui took Wan Qiu by the hand and took him to the hospital.
And from then on, Chu Yigui didn't say anything more to disturb Wan Qiu's mood.
When Wan Qiu arrived at the hospital, Fu Zhengyu was sitting alone on the bed.
Fu Zhengyu said his mother went out to buy him what he wanted to eat.
"It's good to be sick. It's really good to be sick!" Fu Zhengyu smiled slyly in front of Wan Qiu. "I've never seen my parents obey me so much. They agree with everything I say."
Wan Qiu sat next to Fu Zhengyu and looked at the exaggerated bandage on Fu Zhengyu's head.
"But you are injured." Wan Qiu said.
"I don't feel any pain anymore." Fu Zhengyu even reached out to touch the bandage, which made Wan Qiu tremble with fear. "This is a good opportunity. My mother bought me all the expensive food I wanted to eat before."
Wan Qiu watched Fu Zhengyu sitting on the hospital bed with his legs spread out, looking very relaxed.
"Will this be bad for Mom and Dad?"
Chu Yigui, who had been sitting on a stool not far away, seemed to have noticed something and fixed his gaze on Wan Qiu's profile.
"What's wrong?" Fu Zhengyu didn't understand what Wan Qiu wanted to express.
Wan Qiu lowered his eyes and said, "It will annoy mom and dad."
Fu Zhengyu was stunned, a little confused: "No, my parents look fine, right?"
"If you cry too much, it will affect your parents' mood. If your parents are unhappy, it will be hard for you."
"But I'm injured, and patients have privileges!" Fu Zhengyu said with confidence.
Wan Qiuping might not argue, but every family is different.
But for some reason, perhaps because of what Chu Yigui said, Wan Qiu was very persistent this time.
"Aren't you afraid of making them angry?" Wan Qiu asked.
Fu Zhengyu said, "My parents got angry more than once or twice. I'm used to it. They'll be fine in a few days anyway."
Wan Qiu widened his eyes and looked straight at Fu Zhengyu.
"Is it okay to make my parents angry?" Wan Qiu asked.
"It's okay, right? Sometimes they make me angry, right? Sometimes they make mistakes but they still get angry? I am right, so I can't admit defeat!?" Fu Zhengyu deliberately clenched his fists and waved them in the air.
Chu Yigui could see that although Fu Zhengyu was naughty, his family environment was very normal.
Having ordinary parents, living in an ordinary family and being surrounded by ordinary love from parents.
Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu, who was obviously still hesitating.
Chu Yigui rarely saw Wan Qiulu showing overly negative emotions towards other people.
But just as there is day, there is night, there is light, there is shadow, there is success, there is failure, these natural laws that happen to everyone should also happen to Wanqiu.
Wan Qiu is still learning, for example, he is afraid of ghosts, and he is worried about Jiang Chengfeng's weekly summary...
Wan Qiu still has a lot to learn.
Fu Zhengyu's mother bought some of Fu Zhengyu's favorite food. Wan Qiu watched Fu Zhengyu happily sitting cross-legged on the bed eating.
While asking Wan Qiu why he was not in the classroom today, Wan Qiu felt very bored.
Wan Qiu answered in a disjointed manner.
Wan Qiu was still in a daze until he left.
Wan Qiu rarely has the concept of his own feelings.
Before his death, Wan Qiu hardly even remembered how he felt.
And now, Wan Qiu always pays attention to others.
For Wan Qiu, this is a normal life, but for a moment, Wan Qiu finds out that he is not normal?
What if...
Wan Qiu thought about the time when he was with Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen. Wan Qiu didn't dare to express too much emotion because Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen didn't like him.
They needed an obedient Wan Qiu, so Wan Qiu was very obedient.
Now what?
Is it really just like what my younger brother said, that mom and dad really need his emotions?
When they reached the roadside, they found Yang Xiaoyu's car parked next to them.
Chu Yigui lowered his eyes and looked at Wan Qiu, and found that Wan Qiu was staring at Yang Xiaoyu who got out of the passenger seat.
"Baby, mommy is here to take you home."
Tomorrow is the weekend, and under normal circumstances Wanqiu would go home.
Yang Xiaoyu carefully touched Wan Qiu's hand.
Wan Qiu lowered his eyes and looked at Yang Xiaoyu's beautiful fingers and the beautifully and kindly trimmed nails.
Hooked his fingertips.
Yang Xiaoyu asked tentatively: "Can I go home with my mother?"
Wan Qiu followed Yang Xiaoyu's footsteps and got into the car.
Chu Yigui sat in the passenger seat.
Chu Jianshu was sitting in the driver's seat. He looked at Wan Qiu who was sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
As the vehicle moved forward, there was only silence in the silent traffic.
From the hot outside to the cool inside of the car.
Watching the scenery receding outside the car window.
Wan Qiu seemed to hear some sound.
It was the sound of a lock, the faint metallic sound of keys clashing against each other, and with a click, the lock was opened.
There was a creaking sound of a door opening.
Wan Qiu seemed to have returned to that narrow, enclosed space.
From the pitch-black world, a thin ray of light shone into the small cabinet door.
Wan Qiu raised his head, but what he saw was not the vague scene from his previous life.
Instead, it was Yang Xiaoyu who stood beside him and opened his car door.
"Baby, we're home now, aren't you going to get out of the car?"
The setting sun in the evening hangs on the horizon, leaving the sky with the last rays of light.
The stars have been eager to occupy the sky which is not yet completely dark, surrounding the moon which is still a little dim.
Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui who was standing outside the car.
Chu Yigui's voice was in Wan Qiu's mind, but Wan Qiu was not quite sure what the voice of Chu Yigui that appeared in his mind was saying.
"Baby?" Yang Xiaoyu wanted to touch Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu looked at Yang Xiaoyu's hand getting closer and closer, and suddenly turned sideways, leaving Yang Xiaoyu's reach.
He leaned against the other side of the vehicle.
Wan Qiu refused to be touched by Yang Xiaoyu.
Yang Xiaoyu's hand stretched out in the air.
Wan Qiu heard his own heartbeat.
The strong heartbeat hit his nerves like a drumstick, sending out waves of violent vibrations.
Wan Qiu saw that Yang Xiaoyu had curled up his hands and Yang Xiaoyu was just half-bending over.
Some of her long curly hair fell down over her shoulders.
"Baby, you're mad, aren't you?"
It was not the absolute anger that Wan Qiu had imagined.
There was no anger or impatience in Yang Xiaoyu's voice. It was like the sound of a trickling stream, quietly flowing, diluting Wanqiu's fear.
"I'm sorry, baby." There was no resentment between Yang Xiaoyu's eyebrows, "It's mom's fault."
Suddenly, Wan Qiu seemed to see that what he saw in the opened door was not the pain that was about to come.
Not the mother whose face he couldn't even remember.
He could see Yang Xiaoyu's beautiful face, her long curly chestnut hair that looked like his favorite ocean waves, and the tall figure of Chu Jianshu standing not far away, as solid as a towering mountain.
"I hate it."
When the first word was spoken, the emotions that were suppressed in the heart and could not be vented were like a balloon that was filled with water and expanded to its maximum size, but suddenly had a small hole punctured in it.
All the clean water instantly broke through the small breach and poured out.
"I hate being abandoned. I don't want to be abandoned. Why did you abandon me?"
Wan Qiu curled up his body.
"I don't want it, I don't want it, don't abandon me."
Yang Xiaoyu was half-kneeling on the car seat. From here, she could hear the tremor in Wan Qiu's voice more clearly than anyone else.
"I've been listening, why don't you want me?"
"Don't leave me behind, take me away."
Wan Qiu curled up, and the fear he once faced in facing death finally poured out.
When Wan Qiu was abandoned by Ning Qiaozhen, he cried and was afraid, but he still didn't dare to let himself go.
Wan Qiu didn't dare to complain, didn't dare to get angry, and didn't dare to show his anxiety that had almost become a huge hole.
No matter how much Wan Qiu comforted him, he knew he had somewhere to go if he was abandoned, but Wan Qiu was still afraid of being abandoned.
"Don't abandon me. Why would you abandon me?"
"Why are you doing this? Are you going to give me up sooner or later?"
Wan Qiu didn't even look at the people around him.
Wan Qiu felt that someone was touching him, but such a touch only made Wan Qiu feel scared.
Even if you don't understand.
Even if you don't understand what death is.
But the instinct of life in the face of death cannot disappear.
The feeling of life draining from the body was so terrifying to Wan Qiu...
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. It's mom's fault."
Yang Xiaoyu got directly into the car, without any trace of her former self. She walked forward and wanted to hug Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu was not willing to let Yang Xiaoyu touch him. In his completely excited mood, this accomplice who had participated in abandoning him became the object of Wan Qiu's anger.
Wan Qiu wanted to push Yang Xiaoyu away, but Yang Xiaoyu was very determined to get closer to him.
When Wan Qiu's palm slid across the smooth clothes on Yang Xiaoyu's shoulder, he suddenly grabbed Yang Xiaoyu's hair.
His fingers tangled in the hair and began to tear at it.
Yang Xiaoyu felt pain and raised his head according to Wan Qiu's force, but he was unwilling to go out like this.
Chu Jianshu opened the car door on the other side and hugged Wan Qiu from behind.
Chu Jianshu held Wan Qiu's hand that was holding Yang Xiaoyu's hair, but did not use force.
"I'm sorry, Wanqiu."
Chu Jianshu's expression was tense, and finally panic appeared in his normally calm demeanor.
"I'm sorry, Wan Qiu, it's Dad's fault. Dad will never abandon you, absolutely not. Can you trust Dad once, and trust Dad again?"
Wan Qiu suddenly struggled.
He had always liked being hugged, and had never struggled so violently.
Like a hedgehog with spines standing up all over its body, it did not curl up but struggled to stab everything around it, trying to drive away the beasts that were chasing it, symbolizing fear, and struggling in panic and without any plan.
Yang Xiaoyu had his hair pulled and looked very embarrassed, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
No one knows what that abandonment meant to Wan Qiu.
No one knows how much impact the word "abandon" will have on Wan Qiu.
Everything Wan Qiu insisted on, the reason he persisted even if he didn't like it, was just to avoid being abandoned.
This time, everyone was in a panic and saw Wan Qiu's fear that he could not hide at all.
Wan Qiu almost lost his mind.
His voice sounded like he was crying, but no tears were shed.
Butler Bai and other servants wanted to go up to help, but were stopped by Yang Xiaoyu.
Chu Yigui stood aside and watched the chaotic scene.
It was as if I saw the sand castle that Wan Qiu had worked so hard to build, finally pouring down and losing all its shape.
Chu Yigui wanted Wan Qiu to know the negative side and the darkness.
But at this moment, Chu Yigui once again realized that he was wrong.
He was like a frog in a well, only seeing a small piece of bright sky, and was far from being able to guess the vast world outside the well.
His brother was a flower that bloomed among the ruins.
His brother showed the most beautiful colors in the worst and most rotten world.
His brother chose Meili only after he knew everything.
Chu Yigui walked forward, his steps were frivolous.
It was as if the frog was not standing on the ground, but was a weak frog trying to climb to the wellhead using its limbs.
He wanted to know the world that Wan Qiu saw.
"Brother." Chu Yigui's voice seemed to break through Wan Qiu's anger and fear, and grasped Wan Qiu's remaining sanity, "You have a family."
Wan Qiu seemed to have vaguely sensed something.
Before his eyes, the paper house with a small flashing light bulb seemed to appear, which he and Wan Qiu had made together.
Wan Qiu blinked, and everything in front of him seemed to be gradually returning to normal.
There seemed to be something wrapped around his hands.
Wan Qiu loosened his hand, and something was pulled out of his palm.
Wan Qiu looked over and saw that it was Yang Xiaoyu's hair.
Chu Jianshu hugged his waist and held his wrists. It was not a clamp, but a wrapping gesture.
Wan Qiu vaguely realized what had happened.
At this moment, Wan Qiu realized something was wrong.
Are the selves in those almost forgotten memories deep in his memory as hysterical as his current self?
Wan Qiu only responded to Chu Yigui's voice because he remembered to protect Chu Yigui.
At this moment, Wan Qiu seemed to see the bad memories of the past turning into impending consequences that would soon befall him.
The next moment Wan Qiu was suddenly hugged.
In front of Wan Qiu's eyes, the hair that had just been torn in his hands now wrapped around him.
Chu Jianshu's wrist loosened around his waist a little, but he did not let him go.
Wan Qiu's hands were lost in the void in mid-air.
The punishment that was expected to come did not come.
"I'm sorry, baby. This won't happen again. Mom will never abandon you. I'm sorry, baby." Yang Xiaoyu buried her cheek in Wan Qiu's neck.
Chu Jianshu opened his mouth, but in the end he just sighed.
"How could Dad abandon you?"
Wan Qiu leaned on Chu Jianshu, but was held by Yang Xiaoyu.
It's like being wrapped.
Wanqiu is gradually calming down.
That brief outburst was nothing more than a sudden outpouring of water that quickly dried up.
Wan Qiu was stunned and unable to make any response for the time being.
Chu Yigui, who was very close to him, held his fingertips.
Very light.
Wan Qiu looked up at the sky which had completely ended.
The weather is very good tonight.
Starry sky.
Here in the suburban villa, you can even see the Milky Way clearly.
Wan Qiu looked up and didn't react for a long time.
Wan Qiu felt that he might be crazy.
Wan Qiu never thought that one day he would be so willful.
He also pulled my mother's hair.
Even his father couldn't stop him.
Wan Qiu didn't even remember what he had said.
It was only by chance, after I calmed down, that I realized that I might have done something very wrong.
When Wan Qiu was released, he suddenly ran away, pushed open the door and ran towards his room.
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