Chu Yigui took Wan Qiu to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor looked at the X-ray and said it was just a sprain. He should go home and apply ice. He was also told to be careful during the recovery period and not to carry any weight.
Zhou Peiyu followed Wan Qiu all the time and ran to the doctor's side anxiously to listen, but even if the results showed that there was nothing wrong, he was still worried.
Wan Qiu was in the same dance class as her, but she sprained her ankle.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I really am..." Zhou Peiyu apologized to Wan Qiu again and again, "What can I do? As long as you say so, I will do it."
Zhou Peiyu felt uneasy. Wan Qiu had been silent the whole time. Was he angry with her?
Are you unhappy because your mistake caused Wan Qiu to get injured?
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I'm so sorry."
Even though Zhou Peiyu has apologized countless times, no matter how he apologizes, the uneasiness in his heart is still like a tangled vine that he cannot get rid of.
Zhou Peiyu faced Wan Qiu, but he didn't dare to look at Wan Qiu's silence again.
Suddenly, a hand appeared in her field of vision and slowly reached out to her.
The beautiful fingers tugged at her sleeve, pulling her out of her confusion and anxiety. Zhou Peiyu immediately looked up, and was suddenly met with a gaze without any blame.
The thin boy sitting in a wheelchair said the first words to her after arriving at the hospital: "I'm sorry."
At this moment, Zhou Peiyu was stunned and asked blankly: "What are you sorry for?"
"I twisted it." Wan Qiu's fingers seemed to be grabbing Zhou Peiyu's sleeves, but finally loosened. Wan Qiu lowered his head and said, "We were not able to attend the party together until the end."
At this moment, Zhou Peiyu felt ridiculous.
"Why are you saying sorry? This is obviously my fault."
Zhou Peiyu still remembers that Wan Qiu put some cushion under her body at that time, and it was Wan Qiu who protected her.
"It's not like we can't have a party anymore. We can still have a party even if you're in a wheelchair. But being injured takes a long time. Don't you have any idea about being injured? Don't you know that you can't dance if you're injured?!"
Chu Yigui, who had been standing by, watched quietly without saying a word.
"It's okay." Wan Qiu replied, "It's okay to be injured. It doesn't hurt."
Zhou Peiyu was simply shocked. Wan Qiu's tone and expression seemed to be completely as if it was a matter of course!
Zhou Peiyu's guilt and absurdity were completely entangled, making her words even more confusing.
"This is so weird. How can it not hurt to be injured? Don't you know how to take care of yourself?" Zhou Peiyu was irritated by the absurdity.
"I'm used to it..." Wan Qiu muttered with his eyes wide open.
"Get used to it? How did you get used to it? Tell me how you got used to it."
Zhou Peiyu's mind was full of "Can I get used to the pain?", was he teasing her?
Rather than doing this, it would be better to blame her directly!
"My parents used to beat me often..." Wan Qiu lowered his head, hesitated a little, and answered Zhou Peiyu's question very honestly, "They beat me so much that I got used to it."
Chu Yigui's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Your parents still beat you? Often? Isn't that domestic violence? If they abuse you, you can call the police and have them arrested. Why are you still using this incident as an example?" Zhou Peiyu's voice rose.
However, this time it seemed that his parents were mentioned, and Wan Qiu actually felt a little rebellious compared to before.
"No, why should we call the police?" Wan Qiu's voice was trembling with the sound of rapid breathing.
"Because hitting people is wrong!" Zhou Peiyu's words instantly made Wan Qiu's eyes widen.
How could Wan Qiu, who was already familiar with speaking, understanding, and conversation, not understand the meaning of these words?
For Wan Qiu, being beaten is a normal thing.
This is how he spent his entire life.
But now, why should we say that his past was all wrong?
To Wan Qiu, Zhou Peiyu's words seemed to be a denial of his parents and of himself.
Something that he had deliberately ignored seemed to reappear.
Zhou Peiyu's firm denial became the last straw that forced Wan Qiu to face reality.
"Have you never been beaten before?" Zhou Peiyu actually ignited a small spark in Wan Qiu's heart, which was burning with sadness. Wan Qiu was at a loss and blurted out certain words.
"No, my parents never hit me! Only your parents hit you!!" Zhou Peiyu said firmly.
Wan Qiu's eyes widened.
"Other people's parents don't beat their children. You are wrong! Your parents are wrong!" Zhou Peiyu was very firm and did not give Wan Qiu any room to avoid the matter again.
Chu Yigui looked at him with a slightly gloomy expression.
Do you want to stop it?
Maybe... it would be better not to stop it?
Is Wan Qiu now suitable to receive this information?
Or is it too late?
Chu Yigui tried to judge the current situation, but Zhou Peiyu's voice reached Wan Qiu's ears faster.
"Fighting is because of love..." In Wan Qiu's opinion, this is already the most basic equation.
It's just because I'm different from others that I get beaten more often.
"They love me very much." Wan Qiu emphasized loudly, which was rare.
Zhou Peiyu did not notice the panic in Wan Qiu's eyes, and she could not understand what Wan Qiu was thinking now.
However, he said to Wan Qiu again: "You still think you love me if I beat you all the time? Do you love me enough to do this? Why don't you ask other people to see if there is anyone who is like you?"
"Your brother sent you to the hospital because he was worried that you were in pain, but your family members beat you even more severely and they are used to beating you, so you didn't send you to the hospital? Don't you know which is more serious?"
"Oh my god, is there something wrong with your common sense?!"
Wan Qiu suddenly reached out and fiercely grabbed Zhou Peiyu's wrist. At this moment, Wan Qiu felt an emotion he had never experienced before.
These words completely overturned Wan Qiu's cognition.
The unprecedented feeling of fear almost blocked all of Wan Qiu's thoughts.
Zhou Peiyu's wrist was pinched by Wan Qiu, it hurt so much that he screamed in pain subconsciously.
Wan Qiu is a boy, no matter how thin he is, he is still a boy, and his strength makes Zhou Peiyu feel scared.
Suddenly, Wan Qiu's vision was blocked.
Chu Yigui stood behind Wan Qiu and covered Wan Qiu's eyes with one hand.
Wan Qiu felt his hand being held by a bigger hand, and the familiar warmth enveloped him.
"Brother, calm down."
Chu Yigui repeated in Wan Qiu's ear.
"Calm down, calm down, let go, she's in pain."
With Chu Yigui's comfort, Wan Qiu let go of his hand.
Nothing could be seen in the dark vision, but Zhou Peiyu's words kept repeating in Wan Qiu's ears.
Zhou Peiyu retracted her hand. Her wrist was already red and painful.
"Wan Qiu..." Even though Zhou Peiyu didn't know what Wan Qiu was thinking, she could see clearly that Wan Qiu was trembling.
Did she say something wrong?
Did she do something wrong?
"You..." Zhou Peiyu tried to say something else, but Chu Yigui interrupted her.
"I'm sorry, my brother is not in a good condition today. Can you please go back first?"
Zhou Peiyu was stunned: "But..."
"Brother's injury is not a big deal, he just needs to rest and he will be fine, don't worry." Chu Yigui still covered Wan Qiu's eyes, "I will contact you later, can you let brother be quiet now? Our mother will be here soon."
"But his mother is not..." Will she beat him?
However, when Zhou Peiyu met Chu Yigui's gaze, he was unable to finish his words.
"Our family environment is quite complicated. My brother will tell you when he has the chance."
Chu Yigui hugged Wan Qiu like an eagle protecting her under its wings, with sharp eyes that made her dare not resist.
"Thank you for troubling me today. Goodbye."
Zhou Peiyu took two steps back: "I...I understand. If there is anything, you must tell me."
Zhou Peiyu left, looking back every few steps, but he was obviously still very worried.
But Chu Yigui didn't look at her again.
Chu Yigui could fully imagine how chaotic Wanqiu was at the moment.
After nearly half a year of study, Wan Qiu has adapted quickly.
Gradually, he came into contact with some things that he had never thought about or paid attention to before.
Although the people of the Chu family revealed some information to Wan Qiu, they would not be as direct as Zhou Peiyu in exposing Wan Qiu's fantasies about the past.
But sooner or later Wanqiu will know that his past was not full of love.
Sooner or later he will find out that the person he loves does not love him.
Chu Yigui was very clear that he had done something today that was not in line with his character.
He went against Wan Qiu's own wishes.
And this was more out of his selfish concern for Wan Qiu.
Maybe Zhou Peiyu should have been stopped, but Chu Yigui didn't.
Isn't it too early?
Do you want to deceive Wan Qiu again?
Or should I just let him understand?
Chu Yigui's judgment was affected by his emotions.
But after that, Wan Qiu went from trembling to calmness, and never said another word.
When Yang Xiaoyu arrived, he immediately looked at Wan Qiu's injuries.
Fortunately, it was just as what was said on the phone, it was just swollen, and there was no other problem.
Yang Xiaoyu's worry along the way was slightly relieved, but when he looked up to comfort Wan Qiu, he suddenly saw a look in Wan Qiu's eyes that he had never shown before.
That is...
Yang Xiaoyu stared blankly, her beautiful eyes filled with emptiness.
"Mom, can you come with me for a moment?" Chu Yigui said to Yang Xiaoyu, "It's not far away where you can see my brother. As long as you can't hear us talking, it'll be fine."
Yang Xiaoyu frowned, handed Wan Qiu to her assistant Zhao Jingyue and the driver, and followed Chu Yigui to the side.
Chu Yigui simply recounted the conversation between Wan Qiu and Zhou Peiyu.
After hearing this, Yang Xiaoyu's brows furrowed even more.
"How could it turn out like this?" Yang Xiaoyu's brain was throbbing with pain.
Although I knew long ago that letting Wan Qiu get in touch with other people, these problems would arise sooner or later.
Ever since Wan Qiu and Zhou Peiyu came into contact, they have gradually begun to discover some anomalies that they would not normally notice.
And now we have finally touched upon the most sensitive topic.
If possible, Yang Xiaoyu hopes that Wan Qiu knows what kind of people Ning Qiaozhen, Ning Hai, and even Wan Xiaohua are.
But she was always worried whether Wan Qiu could accept this fact.
Chu Yigui wanted to know what Yang Xiaoyu would do.
It is to postpone the problem.
We still have to face this matter head on.
Chu Yigui thought of Wan Qiu’s expression at that time.
That wasn't the look of shock that comes from being completely clueless.
It was more like a collapse of not daring to admit that the conjecture had finally been confirmed.
He probably noticed something.
And now Wan Qiu has to face the filth on his body.
Wan Qiu was very silent.
Silent than ever.
Even though Yang Xiaoyu was by his side, Wan Qiu was less intimate than usual.
"Brother must be very confused, Mom. No matter what you do now, it will only make him more confused."
Yang Xiaoyu sat in the car, rubbing her brows. Chu Yigui's words lingered in her ears, making her unable to do anything.
When Wan Qiu didn't understand anything, he could face it and was willing to get close to him.
But when Wanqiu understood everything, what should he do now to be good for Wanqiu?
Wan Qiu returned home and sat in the wheelchair at home.
He still eats his meals as obediently as before, eats the fruit salad after meals, washes himself, and goes to bed on time.
As if nothing had happened, he continued to lead a normal life.
But Yang Xiaoyu didn't dare to leave Wan Qiu alone, and always stayed by Wan Qiu's side.
Because Wan Qiu didn't communicate with anyone.
Wan Qiu, who could only focus on one thing, was completely lost in his own confusion.
Wan Qiu was completely overwhelmed by those tiny details in daily life.
What he ignored, what he didn't want to remember, kept reappearing in his mind.
Zhou Peiyu's words obliterated Wanqiu's subconscious self-deception.
It was as if they were frozen in a block of cold ice and thrown into the deep sea together.
Unable to move, he could only watch the light moving further away from him.
Unable to make any struggle.
Wan Qiu didn't know how he fell asleep.
But he once again had a dream that hadn't happened for a long time.
The last time was the day Ning Qiaozhen abandoned him.
This time, those scattered fragments that were completely piled up in the corner of memory faded away the black shadows and appeared clearly in front of Wan Qiu's eyes.
He was forced to recall vague and forgotten things.
Those words that I couldn't understand in my dreams before, I can now understand them clearly.
Wan Qiu sat in an empty space, but the words in the book kept appearing in front of his eyes.
He saw everything he had experienced with his grandmother and his parents.
But this time, the words in the book were shaking rapidly, filled with a dark murderous energy that seemed to be about to overflow from the words.
"Why did I have to go through this? It's obviously their fault! Why am I the only one being beaten? Why do I have to have a family like this! I'm sick of crawling out of these people's stomachs!"
"You don't want to be friends with me? Just because my grandma is a psychopath? Do I want to be her grandson?"
"Do I want to be friends with you? If you dare to scold me again, I will bite you to death!"
In Wan Qiu's memory, he once stood beside his playful friends, but he was abandoned.
Wan Qiu just stood aside and did nothing.
But in the text, he had a fierce fight with his friends who abandoned him and despised him.
The villagers who once in a while would give him some vegetables and a meal were now extremely malicious and disgusting in the book, and harsh words always surrounded him.
"Is that psychopath's kid crazy? He bit my son's ear and made it bleed."
"He must have inherited a mental illness. It's horrible. I won't let my children play with him anymore."
"He actually stole my son's food, and when my son tried to grab it, he threw all the food to the dog."
Everything that Wanqiu experienced in his memory emerged from the fragments of memory.
It was completely different from what Wan Qiu knew.
What is presented in the text is another unfamiliar self.
In the rented house of Ning Hai and Ning Qiaozhen, the home he loved.
"You old fool, do you believe I can kill you? I'm not an adult yet, so I won't be hurt even if I kill you."
"Give me money, or I'll call the police!"
Finally, Wan Qiu saw the names of Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu.
"You lost me? I've been living a shitty life for all these years, all because you lost me?! Do you think you can compensate me now? No matter how much you compensate me now, it's your due!"
"Second brother? You have the nerve to call yourself my second brother? Don't you feel ashamed? It's all your fault that I'm like this now!"
"Chu Yigui, you rubbish that has robbed me of my life, I want you to never have a good life!"
"Love? The only person who loves me in this world is myself!"
There were countless black liquids filled with a foul smell, and Wan Qiu seemed to be in the center of a garbage dump.
There is abandoned garbage all around, some even damaged by malicious means.
The hostility, curses, and anger between the lines poured out into Wanqiu's world like an overwhelming force.
The memories that once seemed beautiful are now being stripped of their sweet coating, revealing a disgusting stench amidst the curses.
is not right.
These will be hated.
He should have learned to react like this.
Wan Qiu, who was filled with countless malice, could not resist the emotions conveyed from these words.
They seemed to be rotten fish and shrimp, full of malice and wanting to touch Wanqiu, leaving Wanqiu forever stained with an indelible pungent smell.
——I curse you.
Wan Qiu hugged himself and covered his ears.
I dare not read those words anymore, I dare not listen to any voices.
Wan Qiu tried his best but couldn't resist at all. He wanted to refuse but couldn't break free.
The suffocating world of pain, despair, was tightening little by little, trying to tear his soul apart.
Don't come over here.
Wan Qiu prayed silently.
Don't come over here.
But this time, Wan Qiu didn't know who he should pray to.
——
Wanqiu has a fever.
Yang Xiaoyu noticed it in the middle of the night and immediately sent him to the hospital.
I have been treating him very hard, but Wan Qiu has been sleeping all the time.
It's more like being in a coma than sleeping.
Wan Qiu slept for two days in a row and couldn't wake up.
Everyone in the Chu family was alarmed. Wan Qiu's condition was too strange and they couldn't find out the reason.
Yang Xiaoyu was worried and haggard. She had always been by Wan Qiu's side, and her former exquisite appearance was no longer there.
Wan Qiu's vital signs were within normal range, but he couldn't wake up.
Except for Yang Xiaoyu, most people from the Chu family were in the ward, waiting for problems that might arise at any time.
No one could have predicted that this incident would have such a huge impact on Wan Qiu.
Yang Xiaoyu was in a very bad mental state. Chu Jianshu force-fed him medicine and made him sleep next to Wan Qiu.
Chu Yigui, who was already on winter vacation, did not leave Wan Qiu's side.
Taking care of Wan Qiu and also taking care of Yang Xiaoyu.
Chu Yigui stared at Wan Qiu who was in a semi-comatose state, but he felt an even more indescribable emotion.
He indulged in his worry about Wan Qiu, but it brought him trouble.
Perhaps he should have obeyed Wan Qiu's wishes and let the party go smoothly.
Or when something unusual is discovered, he would once again guide Wan Qiu to ignore the matter.
Why nothing is done?
Chu Yigui never knew what kind of thinking he had in mind when he let this happen.
Chu Yigui sat beside Wan Qiu's bed and quietly hooked his little finger around Wan Qiu's finger.
Calm.
But Chu Yigui seemed to be in the midst of the noise, and those chaotic words that constantly scolded him were ringing in his ears all the time.
By chance, Wan Qiu's fingers moved.
It seemed like just a twitch in a dream, but just this small touch made Chu Yigui suddenly perk up and pay attention to Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu opened his eyes.
The warm morning sun shone into the snow-white ward, casting a faint halo over Wan Qiu's entire body.
Wan Qiu's pupils were out of focus and full of confusion, as if he was still immersed in a dream.
Chu Yigui held his breath and concentrated, paying attention to the slightest changes in Wan Qiu at all times.
Wan Qiu's eyes slowly turned and looked at Chu Yigui.
At this moment, Chu Yigui even forgot to breathe.
Those eyes seemed to have experienced the baptism of a storm, but in the end, they still left the clearest light, like the sunlight that accidentally broke through the clouds after the wind and rain, illuminating a shallow rainbow.
Chu Yigui unconsciously tightened his grip on Wan Qiu's hand.
Wan Qiu opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
But Chu Yigui understood.
That's saying familiar words.
But these were words that Chu Yigui did not understand.
--sorry.
In Wan Qiu's eyes, it was like a frozen transparent bottle of water returning to a warm world full of sunshine, and invisible coldness was radiating from the inside out.
The water vapor gathered more and more, and finally slid down the corners of Wan Qiu's eyes.
Tears continued to fall, as if releasing the coldness that had frozen deep in Wan Qiu's eyes.
Chu Yigui just watched, unable to react.
"Baby? Baby, are you awake?" Suddenly, Yang Xiaoyu supported himself from the bed next to him and saw Wan Qiu's open eyes.
Wan Qiu looked at Yang Xiaoyu.
"Baby, you scared your mother to death." Yang Xiaoyu threw herself beside Wan Qiu, holding Wan Qiu's cheeks with both hands, looking at them over and over again, fearing that this was her own fantasy.
Chu Yigui gave up his seat and stood aside, but looked at Wan Qiu.
"Don't cry, baby, why are you crying? Don't be afraid, mommy is here."
Yang Xiaoyu continued to comfort Wan Qiu, stroking his cheeks, touching his forehead, and kissing his tears.
But Wan Qiu did not have a sad expression, his eyes were calm, but he could not stop crying.
It seemed as if it wasn’t Wan Qiu who was crying.
Wan Qiu cried for a long time, and no matter how Yang Xiaoyu wiped his tears, he never stopped.
Wan Qiu, who had regained a lot of vitality thanks to the efforts of everyone in the Chu family, seemed to have his soul torn apart and returned to his most ignorant state.
Wan Qiu's tears took a long time to stop. His eyes were red and he was as quiet as a toy that needed to be wound up, unable to move on his own.
Chu Yigui stood aside, thinking over and over again.
But I couldn't understand why the first word Wan Qiu said after opening his eyes was "I'm sorry".
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