When Yang Ze was completely immersed in his own thoughts, he suddenly heard a noise in his ears.
Yang Ze suddenly remembered that Chu Yigui was still here, and immediately opened his eyes and looked in Chu Yigui's direction.
Chu Yigui was about to leave, but when he saw Yang Ze noticed him, he stopped and said, "Sorry, second brother, did I disturb you?"
"Fourth brother... Yigui." Yang Ze once again sought help from his fourteen-year-old brother without any ambition, "How can I communicate well with Wanqiu?"
"What Second Brother did just now was enough." Chu Yigui suddenly affirmed what Yang Ze considered to be a very poor performance.
"What? Why?" Yang was stunned.
"Go back to your room and sleep. Don't turn off the air conditioner. Turn on the lights if you want and have a good sleep." Chu Yigui repeated Yang Ze's words word for word. "Just do this and give orders to your brother."
However, Yang frowned and showed some resistance: "That's my younger brother, your elder brother. He is a relative, not a subordinate."
"Brother is a little different." Chu Yigui said calmly, "Brother's mind cannot understand very complicated emotions. He has his own thinking process for everything. You just need to tell him what he should do, and he will do it."
Yang was speechless, unable to decide whether this was right or wrong.
"My brother is still a child, still learning to read pictures. We cannot let him learn reading comprehension at this time."
Chu Yigui's words gave Yang Ze a completely new perspective. It seemed that as long as it involved Wan Qiu, Chu Yigui's words must have their own unique truths.
Until Chu Yigui left, Yang Ze was still thinking about the feasibility of Chu Yigui's suggestion.
Wan Qiu returned to his bedroom.
The cool air is completely different from the summer heat. It is a very comfortable temperature that won’t keep you awake.
Wan Qiu looked at the bedside lamp that was turned on in the room. The light was dim, enough for him to see everything clearly but not too glaring.
Wan Qiu's hand was wrapped with several Band-Aids. It was a bit of a waste to use so many Band-Aids on such a small wound. It was a pity that these were not something that could be reused.
Wan Qiu unconsciously stroked his hair and knew that he had made someone unhappy.
But he was not beaten.
Wan Qiu looked at the dim room. He would be obedient and not open the window or turn off the air conditioner.
I will also sleep well.
Before going to bed, Wan Qiu went to the bathroom to clean up his blood and fallen hair.
But there was nothing in the bathroom.
The floor was so clean that there wasn't even any sign of sweeping.
Cleaned by others.
In this house, there are many people doing cleaning work, so what can he do?
What else can he do?
Wan Qiu looked at himself in the mirror. One side of his hair was cut short, while the other side was slightly longer and fell beside his ears.
In fact, Wan Qiu is very good at cutting his own hair.
The school requires boys to keep their hair short below a certain length. In the beginning, he cut his hair in bumpy patterns, and it even pierced his scalp. Now he can cut smooth short hair very well and skillfully.
First cut the long parts short, then trim close to the scalp with scissors.
Will his hair look weird now?
If my second brother gets angry when I see this, will my mother also be angry?
The scissors had been taken away, and Wan Qiu didn't even have a chance to trim the hair until it looked normal.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Wan Qiu came back to his senses from his reflection in the mirror and immediately went to the door.
After Wan Qiu came back, he moved a stool from the house and placed it on top of the closed door, leaving it open.
Now Chu Yigui was standing at the door, but still knocked on his door.
Wan Qiu raised his head and looked up at Chu Yigui, confused. Why didn't he just come in? He clearly didn't lock the door.
"Brother, you should lock the door." Chu Yigui looked at the dim light in the room, and it was no longer as hot as before.
Wan Qiu stood in front of Chu Yigui, confused as to what Chu Yigui said, and did not respond immediately.
Chu Yigui certainly knew the reason why Wan Qiu didn't lock the door.
Even after returning to the Chu family, all the rules and regulations of Wan Qiu still belong to Ning Qiaozhen.
"Brother." Chu Yigui's voice was not abrupt in the quiet night, "Very good, you didn't turn off the air conditioner."
Wan Qiu finally found a question he could answer accurately: "My second brother said that we can't turn off the air conditioner."
"It's not because we don't allow them, but because you need them. Lights, air conditioners, these are things we need. They are made for us to use."
Chu Yigui's soft and calm voice was like the rustling sound of a huge willow tree swaying in the breeze, carefully smoothing out Wanqiu's thoughts.
"I don't really need it and it will waste electricity..." The idea of saving is deeply rooted in Wanqiu's bones and he cannot change it in a short time.
"Is it hot?" Chu Yigui asked.
Wan Qiu, who never lies, nodded.
"Does it hurt when a mosquito bites you?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
“Will you panic if you can’t see the road?”
Wan Qiu was silent and nodded again.
"You really need them." Chu Yigui did not touch Wan Qiu. He stood beside him. "It's just that you didn't need them before."
Wan Qiu raised his head, and his clear eyes reflected Chu Yigui.
"You may need them now."
Wan Qiu seemed to understand and nodded.
"You have always needed them, but Ning Qiaozhen told you not to." Chu Yigui noticed that Wan Qiu's emotions reacted when he heard Ning Qiaozhen's name.
Chu Yigui certainly knew that now that Yang Xiaoyu had replaced Ning Qiaozhen, it would be impossible to erase the huge influence Ning Qiaozhen had on Wan Qiu in such a short time.
"You need them now, too. Mom allows you to need them. You can listen to mom."
These words have a different weight to Wan Qiu.
Whatever your mother allows you to do, you can do.
Wan Qiu is just a little stupid, but he does know good from bad. He knows whether the food is delicious and whether the temperature is comfortable. These are things that come from instinct, and Wan Qiu knows them all.
"What about second brother?" Wan Qiu murmured. Is it his second brother who asked him to do this now?
"Second brother is family." Chu Yigui lowered his eyes and stared into Wan Qiu's eyes, "Just like Ning Hai."
Suddenly, Wan Qiu truly understood the meaning of obeying Yang Ze's words.
Wan Qiu obeyed Yang Ze's words, but he was unwilling to obey in a way that would make Yang Ze "unhappy".
But now Wan Qiu clearly knows that Yang Ze is obedient because he is a family member, and he can treat Yang Ze like a family member.
This is brother...
It is a relationship as close as that of parents.
"My brother and I are also a family." Wan Qiu's not-so-bright brain seemed to have suddenly smoothed out the relationship.
"We are family and friends." Chu Yigui smiled, a faint smile that was still gentle under the dim night aisle lights.
Wan Qiu pursed his lips, and a faint expectation, like the flickering of sparks, fell into those clear and beautiful eyes: "It will also be closer."
"Yes." Chu Yigui responded firmly and without hesitation.
Wan Qiu vaguely seemed to understand why Chu Yigui said they were very close.
One of them stood inside the door and the other stood outside.
Once when they were renting a house, Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui, but he was still unable to integrate him into the dim rented house.
Now in the huge corridor, with a light fragrance in the air and beautiful night lights, Chu Yigui stands here quietly, contrasting with the background, beautiful and harmonious.
And Wan Qiu was also standing here.
There is a comfortable wooden floor under his feet, and there are soft sofas and fluffy carpets in his room.
And the distance between Chu Yigui and him will no longer be blocked by a door.
Even if I can't see him anymore, I can wait here and wait for Chu Yi to come back.
Just like... Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai.
The people he cared about were no longer Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai.
But the new...
"Brother." Chu Yigui stood in front of Wan Qiu and said, "You can close the door now."
Wan Qiu nodded.
This was something he would never dare to do in front of Ning Qiaozhen.
He moved the stool that was propping the door open.
Watching the door close little by little.
The order not to lock the door and the angry scolding suddenly came, and Wan Qiu suddenly pulled the door that was about to close.
The clearest memories of the past three years that remained in his mind, mixed with pain, invaded Wan Qiu.
However, Wan Qiu's fingers that were holding the door were covered.
The door was almost closed, and Wan Qiu couldn't see Chu Yigui.
But their hands touching each other through the crack in the door were gentle and had a unique warmth, a warmth that Wan Qiu was more familiar with than that of anyone else.
"Good night, brother. See you in the morning."
Wan Qiu tightly grasped the hand against the door, which seemed to be melted by the temperature and he lost the strength to continue.
Wan Qiu opened the door.
The door closed little by little until it was completely closed in front of him.
In the quiet room, Wan Qiu seemed to hear his own violent heartbeat.
One of the chains that once bound Wan Qiu firmly suddenly broke at this moment. The sound of falling metal hitting the ground kept echoing in Wan Qiu's mind.
Although only a little.
Here, Wan Qiu had his first sense of reality.
Wan Qiu stood at the door, he didn't know whether Chu Yigui had left.
But the warmth of Chu Yigui that melted the iron chains still remained on Wan Qiu's fingers.
This feeling is subtle, as if you smell a strong scent of alcohol and feel groggy but attracted by the aroma of the alcohol.
Even though he knew that there would be despair in the future, Wan Qiu was still unable to extricate himself from being intoxicated by the fragrance of the present.
"Good night, brother."
Wan Qiu lowered his head, in a trance, feeling unfamiliar with his own feelings.
"Good night, my friend."
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Yang Xiaoyu lowered his head and stared at Wan Qiu blankly.
Wan Qiu was missing half of his hair, which made him look a little strange.
Under Yang Xiaoyu's gaze, Wan Qiu looked away uncomfortably, obviously feeling guilty as if he had done something wrong.
Occasionally Wan Qiu would look up at Yang Xiaoyu's expression to judge when it would be appropriate to apologize.
Before going out in the morning, Yang Xiaoyu met Yang Ze who was waiting at the entrance of the corridor. Yang Ze told her that Wan Qiu would cut his hair by himself in the evening.
In the early morning, she dressed up beautifully and wanted to go look for the child she had just found, but was laughed at in the face by the child's former adoptive mother.
Stupid child.
Her...stupid child.
Even though he had made all the mental preparations and psychological construction, Yang Xiaoyu still couldn't control his anger when he saw Wan Qiu.
But how can Wan Qiu be blamed for this?
Isn't all this the result of their negligence as parents?
Yang Xiaoyu's fingers passed over Wan Qiu's ear and stroked the part of hair that had been cut.
Wan Qiu seemed to have noticed something, and his beautiful eyes, which had been looking down at the ground, suddenly raised their heads and looked at her.
"I'm sorry." Wan Qiu, who was very good at apologizing, found the right time to apologize, "Mom, I'm sorry."
Yang Xiaoyu's expression finally showed a hint of smile, and he helplessly hid all his self-blame behind the smile.
That woman will never be able to influence the relationship between her and her child again.
"Why should you feel sorry? Our Wan Qiu has a very fashionable sense." Yang Xiaoyu suddenly picked up Wan Qiu. The thin Wan Qiu was so light that she could hold him easily.
Although Wan Qiu didn't understand what fashion cells were, he seemed to realize that this was a signal of safety.
Wan Qiu's hands unconsciously wrapped around Yang Xiaoyu's neck, and the two of them got very close.
"Hair that is long on one side and short on the other can also be very beautiful. Mommy will take you to a private designer today to design a unique hairstyle for our Wan Qiu based on her current appearance, okay?"
Yang Xiaoyu could think of many ways to save Wan Qiu's hairstyle.
What she couldn't tolerate was Wan Qiu's behavior.
Wan Qiu accidentally injured his finger. So how many injuries had Wan Qiu suffered in the past that they didn't know about?
Wan Qiu saw Chu Jianshu standing beside him and looked down at his fingers.
"Does the wound still hurt?" Chu Jianshu asked, "Why is it wrapped like this?"
Yang Ze glanced at Wan Qiu's Band-Aid and found that it was the same as the one he had treated before, and it was obviously not wet at all.
"Mom will help you wash up later, okay?" Yang Xiaoyu rubbed Wan Qiu's cheek and said affectionately.
Chu Jianshu nodded: "Xiao Yu, help Wan Qiu pack up as well. I will go to the company later today, so I will take you there first."
Wan Qiu listened to the conversation between his parents.
He had indeed made his parents unhappy, and the unhappy mood still lingered around him.
But there are still some differences.
There was no premonition of pain to come.
Even though these "unhappiness" were like fine grains of sand floating on the edge of Wanqiu's skin, they only caused a tingling discomfort.
Although Wan Qiu didn’t think that he would have difficulty in moving because he had only injured his finger, the wound had already scabbed over after a night.
Wan Qiu didn't take off the Band-Aid only because he felt a little reluctant to part with something he had little chance to use.
However, Yang Xiaoyu wiped Wan Qiu's face with a warm towel, using the excuse that the wound should not be exposed to water. Wan Qiu occasionally opened his eyes to look at the serious Yang Xiaoyu, and suddenly a strange idea came to his mind.
Is this how babies’ faces are wiped by their mothers?
If he hurts his finger, does he become a baby?
Yang Xiaoyu looked at Wan Qiu's wiped face and suddenly found it very cute.
Looking at those beautiful eyes that kept squinting and opening, with a somewhat naughty look, Yang Xiaoyu felt that she could at least give the child a good appearance.
"Mom will make you very handsome." Yang Xiaoyu certainly remembered why Wan Qiu said that his hair was too long and he had to trim it himself.
It was because she didn't finish what she said halfway before.
Don't hide anything from this child.
Wanqiu is sensitive and overly altruistic.
That was a bad habit cultivated by Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai.
Now, instead of asking Wan Qiu to understand them, love them, and know his own identity, which are still unimportant things, she should let Wan Qiu cherish himself first.
"Become a selfish child first." Yang Xiaoyu murmured, "Mom will protect you."
Wan Qiu's eyes were confused, which was also within Yang Xiaoyu's expectations.
The little fool Wan Qiu definitely doesn't understand what this means.
It doesn't matter.
They still have a long, long time ahead of them.
Wan Qiu lowered his eyes. He really wanted to answer Yang Xiaoyu's questions, but he couldn't.
Even if I want to be a little smarter, I just want to.
Wan Qiu raised his eyes and saw himself and Yang Xiaoyu in the mirror, then looked away.
Wan Qiu was once again dressed up by Yang Xiaoyu.
This time, Yang Xiaoyu specially selected it. The light pink thin top hung down, and the legs exposed by the shorts were immersed in a pair of comfortable sneakers.
Wan Qiu stared at the shoes. The feeling of wearing them was very subtle. Every time he stepped on them, it seemed as if there was a force lifting him up slightly, making walking easier.
Unlike yesterday's shoes, Wan Qiu, who had only had two pairs of shoes for a long time, was still very curious about wearing new shoes again.
"So cute." Yang Xiaoyu put a light pink hat of the same color on Wan Qiu to cover the half of his hair that was cut by Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu looked at himself in the mirror, a very strange person, wearing these extremely beautiful clothes that seemed only suitable to be displayed in a window.
These clothes are very comfortable to wear, and the fabric feels cool and smooth on the skin, but the light color does not resist staining.
It fits his body shape perfectly now. If he grows taller in the future, what will happen to these nice clothes?
Wan Qiu unconsciously pressed down his hat, not wanting to see his ugly face and ruin the outfit.
Wan Qiu got a small shoulder bag.
The small opaque cream-yellow shoulder bag was slung across his body, and Wan Qiu had a very good impression of the bag.
Wan Qiu once had a bag.
I found it. It's very cute. It's a small shoulder bag with a little duck. There's a zipper on the back of the little duck, but the zipper is broken. The belly of the little duck is also torn and it's dirty all over.
Perhaps it was just not cherished and used, so it was not considered worn out. After Wan Qiu picked it up, he washed the bag and sewed it up with thread of the same color from his sewing box at home.
Wan Qiu doesn't know how to repair a zipper, and he doesn't have the money to buy a new one, so this shoulder bag is like a safer pocket to him.
Wan Qiu had very little money, but his poor quality clothes always had pockets that easily tore, so Wan Qiu put his money in a small shoulder bag.
Although there was no zipper, he used the small bag very carefully.
How did the shoulder bag disappear?
He remembers...
It was on the roadside and was snatched away by an unknown kid.
As they ran, they waved their small bags and smiled at him.
The money in the duck's bag fell out from the unzipped opening and they took it all away.
And Wan Qiu never found the little duck bag again.
Even though he searched through many unfamiliar trash cans.
"Wan Qiu?" Suddenly, soft long curly hair appeared in Wan Qiu's field of vision. Wan Qiu raised his eyes and saw Yang Xiaoyu who was half bending over and looking at him. "What's wrong? Do you like this bag very much?"
Wan Qiu lowered his head. The beautiful Yang Xiaoyu was exuding a faint "happy" atmosphere all over her body. Wan Qiu held the shoulder straps of the cream-colored small shoulder bag with both hands.
Wan Qiu tried hard to tighten his grip, as if the small bag would be lost if he loosened his grip.
You must like it, right?
When Yang Xiaoyu saw Wan Qiu couldn't let go of it, she smiled with joy.
I didn’t expect her baby would like bags?
Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand and said, "Baby, let's get dressed and go find daddy."
Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand with one hand, and saw Wan Qiu tightly grasping the strap of a small shoulder bag with the other hand, which looked so cute no matter how she looked at it.
Chu Jianshu was chatting with Chu Yigui in the living room, waiting for the mother and son to finish dressing so they could go out directly.
Yang Ze went to work on time.
Yang Xiaoyu brought Wan Qiu in front of the two of them, and stood behind Wan Qiu. She held Wan Qiu's face with her soft female hands and looked up at the two of them, poking Wan Qiu's cheek: "How about it, Dad, look at our baby, is he cute?"
Chu Jianshu tilted his head to look at the mother and son, revealing a bit of a smile: "Our Wanqiu is very cute."
Wan Qiu blinked, not daring to take his eyes off Chu Jianshu, but glanced at Chu Yigui out of the corner of his eye.
Chu Yigui was looking at him.
Wan Qiu didn’t know what Chu Yigui was thinking, and he couldn’t read any information.
Chu Jianshu stood up and obviously noticed that Wan Qiu was clenching the bag with both hands. After thinking for a while, he took out his wallet and took out all the cash and a card.
The tall man half-knelt in front of Wan Qiu, opened Wan Qiu's small shoulder bag under Wan Qiu's gaze, and put the things into Wan Qiu's shoulder bag.
"These are Wan Qiu's." Chu Jianshu stood up, stretched out his hand, pressed Wan Qiu's hat, and his thick palm almost covered Wan Qiu's head. "Wan Qiu is going out to buy things today."
Wan Qiu was under Chu Jianshu's control, but he subconsciously tightened the zipper of his cream-colored small shoulder bag with one hand.
Wan Qiu was completely stiff.
He didn't know how much money his father put in his small bag, but the thick cash almost exceeded Wan Qiu's ability to count money.
The cute cream-yellow shoulder bag had a gentle touch, but Wan Qiu felt it was heavy, as if a huge gem was pressing on it. It was something that could be snatched away at any time.
"Let's go?" Yang Xiaoyu pulled Wan Qiu.
However, Wan Qiu, who usually followed her obediently and without much force, felt a bit awkward during the hand-holding process this time.
Wan Qiu held the bag tightly with one hand, and even his steps became stiff.
Yang Xiaoyu bent down and saw that Wan Qiu was like a frightened cat, with his eyes wide open, his ears twitched in nervously, and his tail tucked in, not daring to move.
Yang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows.
"What's wrong? Are you not used to having so much stuff in your bag?" Yang Xiaoyu said teasingly, and suddenly smiled, "Hahaha, baby, why are you so cute? It's okay, it's just a little money, not even enough for pocket money."
Wan Qiu didn't understand what Yang Xiaoyu was referring to, but he could understand that Yang Xiaoyu didn't want him to do this.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Yang Xiaoyu patted the back of Wan Qiu's hand, "If you lose it, your parents will give it to you again."
Don’t be afraid…
When Wan Qiu heard this, he relaxed his body.
He nodded, the pink brim of his hat shading his eyes.
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