It seems that Wan Qiu still remains in my mind.
It's like... stained glass, very annoying.
"Why?" Chu Zhang asked.
Why?
Wan Qiu couldn't tell.
"Tell me? What's not beautiful about it?" Chu Zhang smiled, his tone was relaxed. He was clearly urging Wan Qiu to speak out his inner thoughts, but he did not force him.
Wan Qiu went to see Chu Zhang, but he knew that this was an answer that he could not get from Chu Zhang.
What's not good about it?
There seems to be too much to say.
Wan Qiu always felt that he was the only ugly one in the 'beautiful' family.
Chu Zhang was in front of Wan Qiu. Wan Qiu lowered his head and looked like a rabbit with its ears drooping, looking sad like a ball.
But Chu Zhang also knew that Wan Qiu's lack of confidence came from within.
Chu Zhang was very familiar with this look.
Just like myself in the past.
"Tell big brother? What's not good about our third brother?" Chu Zhang stopped staring at Wan Qiu, as if he wanted to give Wan Qiu enough space to express his thoughts.
He was operating something on his mobile phone, and his beautiful fingertips were dancing on the screen of the phone, as if even his fingers were performing a beautiful dance.
"...like dead grass." The ugly part of Wan Qiu's memory came to mind, "very black, dry, yellow, with big knees, a big head...with scars..."
Wan Qiu pointed out many things that he thought were discordant.
And the comments of some people he had met in the past about his appearance.
Wanqiu's memory is confused, but not bad.
Wan Qiu tried hard to pick out the malicious fragments of memory and expressed them in the simplest language.
But the real memories brought by these fragments are like the rising darkness, swallowing up the little self-confidence that Wanqiu has finally expanded.
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