Chu Yigui took the medicine for external injuries, patted the sofa beside him, and asked Wan Qiu to sit over.
"I came back early today." Chu Yigui said.
"I got a lot of money and food today." This is a rare occasion when I have exceeded my daily targets and can go home with peace of mind.
"What happened?" Chu Yigui asked.
"I met my biological parents." Wan Qiu said without any hesitation.
"Are you happy?" Chu Yigui asked calmly, as if he didn't care about the matter at all.
"Why are you happy?" Wan Qiu said.
Chu Yigui said: "Follow your biological parents, you will have more delicious food to eat in the future, and you can have a bigger house to live in."
However, Wan Qiu quickly asked back: "Why?"
Chu Yigui was unable to judge for a moment whether what Wan Qiu said was 'why can I have delicious food and a bigger house if I live with my parents', or 'why will I be happy if I have food and live in a bigger house'.
Chu Yigui asked: "Maybe your biological parents can make your life better."
Wan Qiu consciously looked towards the quiet rental house, his eyes were subtle and satisfied without any desire: "I am living a good life now."
"Don't you want more love?" Chu Yigui said.
"I have a lot of love now. My parents love me very much, and I love them too."
Wan Qiu's tone was full of certainty. He firmly believed that this was his happiest moment.
Chu Yigui seemed to see a narrow, closed box.
Wan Qiu lives in the box, without any exploration or curiosity about the world outside the box.
Whatever Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai put in the narrow, empty box was his most precious possession.
No matter what was put in there was garbage, pain, or indifference, he treated it all as love.
So will Wan Qiu regard anything anyone puts in the box as love?
Wan Qiu's eyes are always transparent and clear, but there is only a narrow space deep in his eyes that can only accommodate one person or one thing at a time.
Does it mean that the person who first catches his eye is the most special?
With hidden, secret thoughts that could not be expressed in words, Chu Yigui spoke.
"We are friends. I am your first friend, right?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
"Not everyone can be your friend." Chu Yigui hooked his hand around Wan Qiu's fingers, and their fingers intertwined, "I am your only friend."
Wan Qiu looked straight at Chu Yigui, as if he was tempted, and nodded.
Chu Yigui smiled softly, tenderly and intimately: "We are the best and only friends. Friends cannot betray each other. We will always give the best to each other. Do you know?"
Wan Qiu didn’t know, but when Chu Yigui told him, he knew.
Wan Qiu has already done so, and Chu Yigui accepts it calmly and hints to Wan Qiu to keep doing so.
This is something that should not be done.
But the clean, transparent and clear water will not resist any ink dropped into it. Instead, it will spread all the dirty colors little by little in the entire water, becoming inextricably entangled.
Chu Yigui threw away his self-control and used colors to silently dye the young man who was about to become a treasure to several people in front of everyone.
Chu Yigui saw his own reflection in those beautiful, bright eyes.
The clarity reflects the filth that cannot escape its trace.
Chu Yigui looked away, as if in embarrassment, trying to avoid seeing himself in those eyes.
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Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai did not return home these days. Wan Qiu went out with Chu Yigui during the day, and Chu Yigui's whereabouts were unknown.
In the evening, Chu Yigui would wait at Wan Qiu's door, and they would spend the evening together.
Chu Yigui would talk to him, and talk a lot.
Speak slowly, wait for him to understand, and then continue.
In just a few days, Wan Qiu became completely familiar with Chu Yigui.
No one had ever talked to him as frequently as Chu Yigui, not Ning Qiaozhen, and certainly not Ning Hai.
Chu Yigui’s voice was very pleasant, the most gentle voice Wan Qiu had ever heard.
Wan Qiu felt that Chu Yigui was probably a very magical person.
A magical person became his friend, and Wan Qiu himself seemed to become magical as well.
Wanqiu's days are even more magical.
Although Chu Yigui disappears during the day, Yang Xiaoyu always appears during the day.
His mother would appear in front of him every day dressed up differently. She was very beautiful and would amaze Wan Qiu every time.
Yang Xiaoyu would spend one hundred yuan every day to buy Wanqiu's time picking up trash.
The money that can be earned from picking up garbage every day is far less than a hundred yuan. All the time Wan Qiu spends picking up garbage should belong to Yang Xiaoyu.
Yang Xiaoyu also discovered this. From appearing at a certain time every day to simply squatting at the door every day, Wan Qiu seemed to be going to work every day.
But Yang Xiaoyu doesn't care.
This is the best time to cultivate her relationship with Wan Qiu.
"Wan Qiu, can we hold hands?" Yang Xiaoyu stood in front of Wan Qiu and stretched out his hand to him.
"Yes." Wan Qiu obediently placed his hand on Yang Xiaoyu's hand.
Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand. His hand was even smaller than hers. Holding the soft little hand in her palm, Yang Xiaoyu finally felt relieved.
Yang Xiaoyu has a strong personality, but he is unusually cautious and patient when facing Wan Qiu.
Chu Jianshu also gave her psychological counseling many times, telling her not to be too aggressive, as they did not understand the thoughts of Wan Qiu, an extraordinary person.
Yang Xiaoyu is enduring.
She couldn't take Wan Qiu to buy nice clothes right away, nor could she let Wan Qiu go to see the latest animation theater she had prepared. She couldn't go to a strange place with her Wan Qiu to eat high-end meals, and it was even difficult to take Wan Qiu directly to a farther place to play.
Now Wan Qiu is still tied to a couple named Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai.
But Yang Xiaoyu was still very happy.
Even if everything couldn't be too exaggerated, the fact that Wan Qiu was by her side was enough to make her happy.
A fourteen-year-old boy no longer holds his mother's hand.
Whether it is Chu Zhang, Yang Ze, or Chu Yigui who is only fourteen years old.
Fourteen-year-old boys always have more ideas of their own and are in a sensitive stage between adulthood and adolescence.
But Wanqiu is different.
Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand, and Wan Qiu let her hold him obediently, as obedient as a child of only a few years old, following her step by step.
There is a piece of information in Yang Xiaoyu's hand.
It was information handed over by Lu Qinghe and Huang Hu, who had been following Wan Qiu. The content recorded in detail things that Wan Qiu might be interested in.
The reason why I say I am interested is that as a normal person I cannot understand Wan Qiu’s thoughts and preferences and can only make indirect guesses.
This information is what the people following Wan Qiu find 'suspicious'.
Yang Xiaoyu looked up at the supermarket in front of him, seemed to check something on his mobile phone, and confirmed this place.
Wan Qiu looked up and saw the familiar supermarket, and was led in by Yang Xiaoyu's hand.
Yang Xiaoyu was watching a video on his mobile phone.
Wan Qiu's gaze once stayed on the entrance of this supermarket for a long time. People were coming and going around him, but only Wan Qiu stood there for a long time.
This might be Wan Qiu’s favorite place.
This is a department store that sells everything from snacks to daily necessities and even pots and pans.
It was just crowded, narrow and dimly lit, a place Yang Xiaoyu would never set foot in under normal circumstances.
Yang Xiaoyu was not interested in what was being sold here or how it was decorated; her eyes were always on Wan Qiu.
Yang Xiaoyu didn’t know what Wan Qiu liked, so he could only observe.
But everything that Wan Qiu's eyes rested on were all very...homely.
Kitchen scouring pads, detergent, degreaser, disinfectant, mop, basin...
These things were enough to let Yang Xiaoyu know what Wan Qiu was thinking.
Sooner or later Wanqiu will go home with her, and Yang Xiaoyu simply cannot let her son do housework every day.
But now…
"Do you want some detergent or degreaser?" Yang Xiaoyu forced a very hard smile.
Now is the time to build good relationships. If buying these things can make Wan Qiu happy, she doesn't mind buying them.
But when Yang Xiaoyu thought that buying these things would only make Wan Qiu do housework for those irresponsible adoptive parents, he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.
Wan Qiu looked at Yang Xiaoyu, but finally just shook his head.
"What's wrong? Why don't you want it?" Yang Xiaoyu asked.
"I picked up a lot of leftovers and kept them at home," Wan Qiu said.
Yang Xiaoyu had quietly pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingers, barely suppressing her anger.
But she also understood that Wan Qiu wanted it, but it was not necessary.
"Want a new one?" Yang Xiaoyu asked.
Wan Qiu looked at Yang Xiaoyu tentatively, and after confirming that this question could be answered safely, he nodded.
"If you have a whole bottle, you can use more." Wan Qiu pursed his lips, "Just use a little at a time."
Yang Xiaoyu's fingertips were aching.
People will have more expectations for things they are used to.
She wears high heels a lot, so she needs more nice heels.
She needed beautiful dresses, so she had countless dresses custom made.
What you want is sometimes similar to life, but what Wan Qiu wants, the precious things he is reluctant to use, are actually dishwashing liquid and degreaser!
"Go ahead and buy it." Yang Xiaoyu heard herself gritting her teeth and tried her best to show her acting skills, "Take a bottle. What kind do you like? Mom will buy it for you."
Although Yang Xiaoyu said this, he was secretly calculating in his heart when he could make Wan Qiu forget what detergent and degreaser were.
Wan Qiu was looking at her.
Yang Xiaoyu’s face froze.
Wan Qiu's beautiful eyes stared at her, as if she was contained in the beautiful glass bead.
"No." Wan Qiu lowered his head and shook his head.
Yang Xiaoyu never thought that Wan Qiu would refuse. This was obviously a child who was very straightforward to her. She asked aloud, "Why? This is very cheap. It's not even worth money."
Wan Qiu replied bluntly: "Mom is unhappy."
Yang Xiaoyu was suddenly stunned.
Gradually, Yang Xiaoyu became shocked.
She was seen through!
Why?
The former movie queen with first-rate acting skills was actually seen through by such a child.
Suddenly, some remembered information emerged in Yang Xiaoyu's mind.
"Wan Qiu is very sensitive to her adoptive mother's emotions and will act according to her expressions."
"Wan Qiu is very good at avoiding trouble. Although he is not popular in school, he is not bullied too much."
'That kid is very good at apologizing, and his timing is perfect.'
These fragmented information were pieced together in Yang Xiaoyu's mind.
Wan Qiu is good at observing emotions. Is it a talent gained from his low intelligence or a skill learned over time in a difficult life?
"If I'm unhappy, you won't buy it? Don't you like it?" Yang Xiaoyu didn't think this was a talent.
"I don't like it." Wan Qiu suddenly expressed his disgust clearly, which was rare.
"Why?" Yang Xiaoyu asked again.
"I don't like things that will make others unhappy." Wan Qiu told Yang Xiaoyu his feelings truthfully.
Yang Xiaoyu's mood was sinking.
This child has no self, he is empty.
It seems like a machine that has been programmed.
This is not a talent or a skill, this is...
Survive.
Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand tightly, but was afraid of hurting Wan Qiu, so he quickly relaxed a little.
They didn't buy anything. When they were leaving the door, Yang Xiaoyu noticed that Wan Qiu's eyes were fixed on one place and his head was moving as they moved.
What attracted him were the cardboard boxes next to the store that he had not had time to collect.
Yang Xiaoyu gets irritated when he sees cardboard and discarded beverage bottles.
If she liked, she could even open a garbage factory for Wan Qiu.
If it was just for survival, she wished these things would disappear forever from Wanqiu's world.
But she couldn't force Wan Qiu to change his dependence on cardboard and beverage bottles now, so she could only stay away from them as much as possible.
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