The first time I called grandma, the first time I learned how to speak...
These things that were occasionally found from the fragments of memory were too precious to Wan Qiu.
The person in his memory would not understand him, and he would not understand the person in his memory.
Everything he experienced before he died was Wan Qiu's own.
Even if everything he gets is garbage.
But before that, he didn't even have the qualifications to get garbage.
Whether it is Wan Xiaohua, Ning Qiaozhen, or Ning Hai, they all have unique meanings to Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu is willing to define it as love.
"In the future, mom and dad, big brother and second brother will also love you." Chu Yigui's hand soothed Wan Qiu's back, one by one, as if to give Wan Qiu courage, "You will have love."
However, Wan Qiu raised his eyes, and where Chu Yigui could not see, there was confusion in those clear eyes.
Wan Qiu is still Wan Qiu, and he trusts Chu Yigui.
But Wan Qiu was not sure whether he could have love.
Everything in the past became his reason to deny himself.
Chu Yigui didn't get Wan Qiu's answer, so he left Wan Qiu's shoulder.
He saw Wan Qiu's expression and understood the rejection deep in his eyes.
At this moment Chu Yigui seemed to know.
The small black box in Wan Qiu's heart was broken.
A wall collapsed, forcing a strange light into the narrow world that belonged to Wanqiu.
It had obviously become wider, but Wan Qiu was afraid of the empty, bright world.
He could no longer distinguish the boundary between darkness and light and had completely lost his perception of everything.
But it can go from clarity to confusion.
Whether he will end up staying in a lost place or looking up at the vast sky is a future that Chu Yigui cannot predict.
"I love my brother too." Wan Qiu said.
But even so, Wan Qiu is still willing to show himself.
Chu Yigui didn't answer for a long time.
But he held Wan Qiu more tightly than before.
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