"Brother, have you seen these photos many times?" Chu Yigui was able to make Wan Qiu calm down and listen to his voice.
Wan Qiu nodded.
"Brother, you have been having a lot of fun during this time, right?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
"Now, brother, forget about these photos, close your eyes, and think about the memories of hanging out with your big brother."
Wan Qiu closed his eyes obediently.
Chu Yigui didn't rush to say anything, just waited.
Wan Qiu reached out and picked up those memories from the scattered fragments of memory.
The chaotic memories rushed back into Wan Qiu's mind one after another, and those remembered photos became the best thread connecting these memories for Wan Qiu.
Colorful and full of happy memories.
They are not eye-catching, but to Wan Qiu, the eldest brother always has a strong presence, so that all Wan Qiu's attention is fixed on the eldest brother.
The figure of the eldest brother appears many times in every frame of Wanqiu's memory.
"Among these memories, brother, what do you remember most clearly?" Chu Yigui asked.
Remember most clearly.
However, what emerged before Wan Qiu's eyes were not those new and strange worlds.
But...
Chu Zhang.
Chu Zhang was fully armed and covering his face.
The way the eldest brother speaks without restraint.
The way his elder brother pulled him along as they hurried through the crowd.
Among all these beautiful memories, this is the clearest and the one that Wanqiu remembers the most.
All of them are Chu Zhang.
"Brother, open your eyes." Chu Yigui's words woke Wan Qiu up from his memory.
"Now, from these photos, find the one that best represents your clearest memory of your brother."
Chu Yigui handed the phone back to Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu took the phone, looking a little dazed, as if he had not yet recovered from his memories.
Chu Yigui said: "Brother, my favorite thing is the clearest scene in your happy memory."
Wan Qiu nodded.
Confused thoughts, all jumbled together.
But it didn't seem to confuse Wan Qiu so much.
"I hope I can help my brother." Chu Yigui said.
Gentle, with a smile, making Wanqiu feel extremely at ease.
"Thank you, brother." Wan Qiu said, but Wan Qiu was inexplicably curious.
What is the clearest scene in Chu Yigui's memory?
"It's too late, brother." But Wan Qiu didn't have the chance to ask, Chu Yigui just smiled and said, "I hope you have a good dream."
Wan Qiu hesitated a little, but still left.
Chu Yigui closed the door and stood at the entrance.
Within just one minute, Wan Qiu's breath had completely disappeared in the huge room.
Chu Yigui sat opposite Wan Qiu's original seat, and seemed to still see Wan Qiu sitting on the chair.
The clearest scene in my memory...
He was guiding Wan Qiu, but he was unconsciously guiding himself.
The clearest memory?
What kept appearing in front of Chu Yigui's eyes was the memory that he had never forgotten.
——Those eyes.
Wan Qiu slept a little uneasily.
In his dream, Wan Qiu dreamed that he had successfully handed in Chu Zhang's homework. Chu Zhang was very happy and he kept smiling.
Wan Qiu was also very happy because Chu Zhang was always smiling.
The dream was full of colors, and all around me were things that I had fondly remembered from the places I had been to with my elder brother, including a bright red dance costume, a violin case, roller skates, and a giant shark...
There were countless things floating around him and his elder brother. His elder brother hugged him from behind and sang beautiful songs.
Wan Qiu always smiled when he woke up.
However, after waking up, it took Wan Qiu a long time to realize that he had not handed in his homework.
After discussing with Chu Jianshu, Jiang Chengfeng decided to give Wan Qiu a day off on the last day so that he could think about this topic carefully.
Wan Qiu, who was not in class, held his cell phone but did not look at the photos in it.
If Wan Qiu had to choose his favorite photo from the photos, he wouldn't be able to choose.
so……
Then just turn all the photos into one photo.
Just as Chu Yigui said, the scene that was the deepest and clearest in his memory turned into a photo.
Wan Qiu found a piece of drawing paper in the room and spread it on the study table.
He took out the watercolor pen and looked at the snow-white drawing paper.
How to make his favorite photo completely a photo?
Wan Qiu thought about it for a long time, and the dream he had last night suddenly appeared in his mind.
Wan Qiu drew a picture.
With colored pencils and white paper.
The content of the painting is very chaotic, filled with a variety of colors. There is no fixed shape or specific image, but the bright colors almost cover the entire piece of drawing paper.
Some of the brush strokes even show signs of extending beyond the paper surface.
Wan Qiu took this photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Chu Zhang.
The caption is: This is my favorite photo, when my brother and I are together.
——
Chu Zhang has been looking at his phone all the time during this period.
After all his work every day, he would pick up his phone and look at it whenever he had time.
Zhao Xinghua was very worried about Chu Zhang's condition.
Even Chu Zhang's assistant began to worry and secretly asked Zhao Xinghua whether Chu Zhang was in a relationship.
If it were in the past, Zhao Xinghua would probably have broken out in cold sweats by now, fearing that Chu Zhang, this unreasonable person, would be in a relationship.
However, Zhao Xinghua now sneered very calmly: "Impossible."
There is only one person who can make Chu Zhang wait for information so anxiously.
Chu Wanqiu, the cute but difficult to get along with child that the Chu family just found.
Chu Zhang, who was putting on makeup during the shoot, looked at the dark ceiling in despair, and the light in his eyes disappeared.
The makeup artist asked blankly, "Are you okay?"
The assistant immediately stood up: "What's wrong?"
The makeup artist was also a little confused and asked his assistant to go see Chu Zhang.
Chu Zhang's eyes were dull and his mind was wandering, just like a poor man who had just broken up and was heartbroken.
"Brother Chu, are you okay?" The assistant was also shocked by this expression.
"It's been seven days..." Chu Zhang felt that if he just opened his mouth, his soul would fly out of his body. "Seven days, why hasn't he sent me a message yet? Is my request too high?"
The assistant and the makeup artist all felt a chill on their backs and immediately looked around to see if anyone had heard Chu Zhang's mumbling. If so, it would be troublesome.
They could practically see the gossip flying around.
Suddenly, Chu Zhang's mobile phone, which had been placed next to him, made a notification sound. However, the assistant and makeup artist immediately realized that this was clearly a notification sound of special concern.
Chu Zhang, who had just been daydreaming, suddenly turned on his phone and eagerly read the message.
The assistant and makeup artist watched eagerly and witnessed with their own eyes the fine line that Chu Zhang passed from hell to heaven.
Chu Zhang waited for seven whole days for the information, but after looking at it for a long time, he still didn't understand.
Is this... a photo?
Chu Zhang didn't care at all that there were two people around him and directly called Wan Qiu.
"Hello?" The voice was so unclear whether it was male or female that the two people standing by couldn't help but prick up their ears.
"Wan Qiu, what are you painting?" Chu Zhang really couldn't remember any similar scenery when they went out to play together.
Wan Qiu held the phone and murmured, "It's Big Brother."
Chu Zhang's heart beat unnaturally a few times, and he asked: "Brother...Brother, don't you have hair?"
Not to mention the hair, there wasn't even the shape of a human being.
And Wan Qiu said slowly: "This is how big brother looks when he is happy."
Although Wan Qiu said this, Chu Zhang was very confused.
Chu Zhang looked at the brightly colored watercolor paintings, which were mostly golden in color. It was really messy, but if you looked closely, you seemed to be able to make out something.
"So, this piece of paper represents the big brother in Wanqiu's eyes?" Chu Zhang asked hesitantly.
"Yeah." Wan Qiu responded.
Chu Zhang asked tentatively: "Does it look good?"
"nice."
Wan Qiu's resolute answer immediately revived Chu Zhang: "Why does Wan Qiu want to paint? Isn't there anything you like in the photos?"
"I like them all. I can't choose one." Wan Qiu said very seriously.
"Okay, okay, it's okay. Big Brother doesn't force you to choose one."
And Chu Zhang actually did the same. After he had assigned the assignment, he realized that he had taken too many photos because he had so much fun playing with Wan Qiu.
It doesn’t matter if Wan Qiu can’t finish his homework.
"Brother, can you show this photo to other people?" Chu Zhang would send it to Yan Hua, but rather than sending it to Yan Hua, of course he would send it to the family group.
"Yeah." Wan Qiu replied, but hesitated and asked again, "Brother...are you happy?"
"Happy, of course I'm happy. Our Wanqiu is so adorable." Chu Zhang was very excited.
"Hmm..." Although Wan Qiu only answered with one word, very lightly, it was enough to show his happiness.
Chu Zhang was really happy.
This is probably the first painting Wan Qiu drew for them!
This is more precious than anything else!
And how did Wan Qiu come up with the idea of just painting when he couldn't find the best looking photo?
Is their Wanqiu really so smart?
Chu Zhang directly took a screenshot of the photo and shared the high-definition picture in the family group.
Soon there was a response in the family group.
Yang Ze: Is this a painting by Wan Qiu? Did he paint it himself?
Yang Xiaoyu: Can Wanqiu paint now?
Yang Ze: What does this picture mean?
Chu Jianshu: Not bad, very imaginative.
Chu Zhang looked at the messages that kept popping up one after another, and his vanity almost showed on his face.
Look, this is what a breakthrough is. Sure enough, Wan Qiu will be able to learn more good things from a normal person like him.
The assistant and the makeup artist watched Chu Zhang's smile become more and more presumptuous, and the two of them sneaked up to him and whispered in his ears.
Makeup artist: "What's going on? Who is Wan Qiu? This voice sounds a bit like a boy."
The assistant said with a paralyzed face: "Wan Qiu is Brother Chu's younger brother."
The makeup artist's eyes widened in shock: "No way? I haven't heard that Brother Chu has a brother complex?"
The assistant covered his face in embarrassment: "Just think of him as a new member."
Yan Hua got this drawing.
She looked at it for a long time.
According to Chu Zhang, Wan Qiu painted Chu Zhang looking happy.
Yan Hua could see that many areas were almost black after Wan Qiu had repeatedly painted them because too much color covered them.
This painting as a whole expresses too many things, but it seems to have no expression because it has no fixed form at all.
When Yan Hua met Wan Qiu again, she asked Wan Qiu to draw in front of her, but failed.
But this time Yanhua specified the theme.
Ask Wan Qiu to draw pictures of all family members, even Yan Hua, Butler Bai, and the servants in the house.
Yan Hua obtained many complex paintings without any fixed form.
But after Yan Hua put away these paintings, he asked Wan Qiu to paint them again, still with the same theme.
After drawing three times in a row, Yanhua marked each picture.
Afterwards, Yan Hua asked Wan Qiu to paint some inanimate objects. When Wan Qiu was painting inanimate objects, although his painting skills were very poor, he tried his best to paint the original appearance of the objects.
Afterwards, Yan Hua tried to get Wan Qiu to draw what was in his memory, and these memories once again appeared very disorganized.
Yan Hua compared them for a long time.
Finally it was placed in front of Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu.
"The world in Wanqiu's eyes is different from the world in the eyes of ordinary people like us. We have always believed that Wanqiu's sensitivity to our expressions is probably because all our emotional expressions are concrete in his eyes."
Although everything Wan Qiu drew was very messy, when he was drawing the same person, such as father or mother, the three paintings from different periods showed the same expression method.
"What a miraculous discovery." Yan Hua's words made Yang Xiaoyu frown, "Isn't this a disease?"
"If you insist, this should be a normal phenomenon, but it is a normal phenomenon for young children."
Yan Hua explained under the gazes of Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu.
"At a young age, children have limited knowledge but extremely rich imaginations. When many things are unclear, they may confuse fantasy and reality."
Yang Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes: "Isn't this a psychological problem?"
"Wan Qiu's mental age and perception of the world are not consistent with a 14-year-old, so it is a psychological problem. It is also very rare for Wan Qiu to magnify this normal behavior to this extent."
Yan Hua's calm tone contained no soothing tone, only explanation.
Yang Xiaoyu had a bad expression on her face. No mother could have a good expression when hearing about her child's problems.
"But it doesn't look like this is a bad thing at the moment."
Yan Hua's words suddenly made Yang Xiaoyu feel irritated: "Do you mean that my baby is sick, or is it a good thing?"
Yan Hua ignored Yang Xiaoyu's anger and explained, "Wan Qiu's condition has not really affected his real life. He just sees things differently and is more special in his cognition. However, after adjustment and learning, this can be improved. The improvement now is the best proof."
Yang Xiaoyu's expression looked better. At least Wan Qiu was indeed getting better.
It seems that Wan Qiu's real problem is that he has not received a normal education and has not had a normal family.
Chu Jianshu was not prepared to understand anything too sentimental, and asked directly: "What about the result?"
"It now seems that painting is a way for Wan Qiu to express his psychology. As long as there is a large enough sample, we can find the rules in the painting and even have a more accurate dialogue with Wan Qiu through painting."
Yan Hua's words attracted the attention of Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu.
"But it is very likely that as Wanqiu grows older and understands more, these uncertainties will disappear. When he looks back at these paintings in the future, he may not know what he was thinking at the time."
Yang Xiaoyu pinched his solar plexus with a headache: "Then you said so much, but you just discovered a phenomenon."
These messy paintings completely belong to Wanqiu's rules, and Yan Hua can't understand much of them.
However, these obviously chaotic paintings, after careful understanding, gazing at, and thinking about them, will gradually allow you to appreciate the emotional expression of these paintings.
"No, that's not what I wanted to say." Yan Hua's expression became serious, "Teacher Jiang said before that Wan Qiu's understanding of pain is a bit weird."
It wasn't just Wan Qiu who reacted to the word "pain", even Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu reacted immediately.
Yan Hua naturally knew that this was because of Wan Qiu’s long character-building past before he returned to the Chu family.
“I tried to get Wan Qiu to draw his impression of pain.”
Wan Qiu has a very complete concept of everything. For example, no matter how many times he draws Chu Zhang, the final effect of the picture will be very similar.
But when it comes to pain, Wan Qiu painted countless different pictures.
When a lot of very different drawing papers were presented in front of Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu, they were completely shocked.
Wan Qiu's paintings of people always reveal some unique emotions that will appear after careful observation.
Just as people think of passion when they see red and think of coldness when they see blue.
However, Wan Qiu’s presentation of the feeling of pain is too rich.
"Wan Qiu probably really feels happy about the pain caused by Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai." Yan Hua pointed at the chaotic but unexpectedly beautiful paintings, as well as the previous part, "This seems to be the feeling when he was with Wan Xiaohua."
Yang Xiaoyu's face turned unhappy whenever he mentioned Wan Qiu's past.
But this time, Yan Hua didn’t want to say that.
Finally, Yan Hua pointed to the final paintings that shocked Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu.
"What are these, do you have any clues?"
The most intuitive thing about these paintings is that they are all black.
Black, occasionally mixed with red, yellow, etc., is a painting that makes people feel uncomfortable.
As if it was a life that had passed away in the darkness, blood continued to spread out from the drawing paper. Only a little dim light could be seen, defying the dead space and reality.
"I watched the entire process of painting these paintings and recorded them," Yan Hua said. "There are many concrete things, which are rare in Wan Qiu's paintings."
"Didn't Wan Qiu tell you directly what it was?" Chu Jianshu also covered his mouth unconsciously. It turned out that the painting could really give people such a disgusting feeling.
"His memory is only fragmentary, very confusing and unclear."
"Not clear?" Even though he felt disgusted, Yang Xiaoyu kept staring at the paintings, trying to see something.
"Yes, I'm not sure. So I think it's very likely that Wan Qiu's current condition is ultimately related to these paintings." Yan Hua's expression was full of solemnity. "It could be a fantasy, a memory that has never been there due to fear, or it could be something that I've actually experienced."
Yang Xiaoyu lay on the sofa, grabbing the paintings covered in black with one hand and looking at them carefully.
These messy memories are what Wan Qiu can't explain clearly.
The words Yan Hua said before he left emerged in Yang Xiaoyu’s mind.
"Although this situation may happen, there is no need to force Wanqiu to remember. Sometimes forgetting is also a form of treatment. However, if Wanqiu can express his thoughts through painting, perhaps we can try to let him learn to paint? Chu Zhang has been asking me before, what kind of hobby should I cultivate for Wanqiu."
Yang Xiaoyu put the dark painting in his hand aside.
Covering his face with his arms.
What on earth are these paintings that make people feel uncomfortable just by looking at them?
Do you want Wanqiu to learn painting?
Yang Xiaoyu never thought about cultivating Wan Qiu's extracurricular interests.
Wan Qiu may never be able to achieve the same success as his brothers, but at least he hopes to live a happier life.
Yang Xiaoyu took the drawing of herself that Wan Qiu had placed aside.
The fiery red color looks like a burning flame, and the brushstrokes look like sparks blooming like fireworks. Just by looking at it, you can feel the warmth.
He can draw pictures that make people feel cold inside, but he can also draw pictures that convey happiness.
It's really strange.
Is it the filter she uses for her baby?
It seems that in Wanqiu's world, one can actually see some pretty beautiful things.
It is a world more wonderful than any ordinary person.
only……
According to Chu Zhang, Wan Qiu had no particular interest in painting.
Put your hobbies aside for now.
——
Yang turned off the computer and closed his eyes to relieve his tired eyes. He heard questions from his colleagues.
"Are you going home early from get off work today too?"
"Yeah." Yang responded.
"Are you thinking about what gift to bring to your brother today?" When the colleagues around me asked this question, there was a teasing smile on their faces.
Although Yang Ze did not return his colleagues' smiles, every time his brother was mentioned, a complex expression would appear on his cold face, which his colleagues around him found interesting.
"You don't have to bring him gifts every day." Yang Ze touched his nose and stood up. "I'm off work."
"Okay, bye, brother!"
The laughter from colleagues in the office could still be heard before Yang Ze put on his coat and left. Yang Ze also showed a bit of amusement when no one was around.
Yang Ze plans to inherit Chu Jianshu's career in the future, so he naturally needs to understand the content of Chu Jianshu's work. Now he is basically rotating among grassroots positions.
Because of Yang Ze's personality and his face that is always tense, he has never been able to joke with his colleagues.
In addition, since he had not concealed his identity, it was even more difficult for Yang to get along with his colleagues.
Chu Jianshu himself is a serious and strict person. Since he is not close to his mother, Yang Ze will yearn for his father even more.
He somewhat resembles his father, which makes him seem even more inhuman.
But he didn't really want to do that.
Just like Chu Jianshu and Song Wenqi have established deep friendships, but unfortunately, he is not lucky enough to have such good friends.
But everything changed because of Wan Qiu's return.
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