Seeing that the older boy didn't speak, Chaochao stuck her head out and looked at the empty wall in front of her with a puzzled expression.
There really is nothing there.
When she looked at the boy again, he was no longer looking at her.
Chaochao turned to look at the small seashell she had placed on the table.
She originally wanted to give Pei Yushen the spiky conch shell, which was so flamboyant and cool, but then she thought that the spiky shell might hurt her brother, so she regretfully changed to the second option.
But she found that the little conch was still in the same place, without moving at all.
She ran around the wheelchair to the other side, picked up the conch shell, and kindly held it up to the boy's eyes. "Brother Yushen, you've looked in the wrong place. The conch shell is right here."
A hint of worry flickered in Chaochao's eyes.
She wondered if her brother Yu Shen had accidentally injured his eyes while she was away from home.
After only two or three days of playing outside, the child had completely forgotten that the boy in front of him was a difficult person to get along with.
However, one side's silence will never affect the output of a certain dumpling.
"I found this on the beach, isn't it beautiful? Living in such a beautiful house, the original Seashell Girl must have been a fairy..."
Chaochao tilted her head and thought for half a second, "Hmm... maybe a fairy man..."
"Oh right, they also said you can hear the sound of the sea inside a conch shell." The little dumpling suddenly clapped her hands excitedly, her soft little face now solemnly telling a lie, "I've heard it, it really does."
"It's that kind of whooshing sound..."
The little dumpling puffed out his cheeks like a blower as he earnestly demonstrated for him.
"..."
Pei Yushen would not believe such a lie.
He knew perfectly well that this was simply due to the resonance of the air inside and outside the conch shell caused by its unique structure.
As he lowered his eyes and remained silent, Chaochao placed a conch shell near his ear without his noticing. The cool touch made the boy's almost transparent fingertips tremble, and he momentarily forgot to react.
"Brother Yu Shen, listen, it really is there!"
Holding the conch shell in one hand, Chaochao quickly went around to the back of the wheelchair, stood on tiptoe, raised her little hand, and tried her best to fan the air by her other ear.
This time, sensing the sudden approach of an unfamiliar presence, the hairs on the back of Pei Yushen's neck stood on end, like a stray cat reacting to the approach of a stranger, instinctively moving away violently.
In the midst of the movement, I accidentally bumped into the little dumpling's hand.
He calmed down in less than three seconds.
When he saw the slightly reddened tiger's mouth where she had been hit, his dark eyes paused for a moment, then he turned his gaze away as if nothing had happened.
"What are you doing."
The boy tensed his jaw, his voice cold and hoarse.
Chaochao was stunned by his sudden departure, his hands still raised in the air.
The little dumpling only spoke blankly when he asked the question:
"I want... I want you, brother, to hear about the sea I've seen."
If he stays in his room all day, he might not be so bored.
The boy's trembling fingers, resting on the wheelchair, suddenly froze.
At this moment, Chaochao finally slowly recalled that the boy did not like to be touched, just like the last time she accidentally touched Yu Shen's leg, and he retreated in panic.
But what touched my brother was a conch shell.
Did I touch it or not?
Chaochao suddenly realized this problem, and a shallow wrinkle appeared between her brows, a sign of philosophical thought.
Unable to come up with a solution, Chaochao looked at the silent young man, bent down to pick up the seashell that had fallen to the ground, blew away non-existent dust, and was about to hand it to the boy when she hesitated for a moment, turned it around and put it back on the table.
The little girl acted as if nothing had happened, or rather, the innocent child simply didn't care about the minor scuffle. She said in a perfectly normal tone:
"Brother Ahao said that the seashells on their beach can bring good luck. Brother Yushen, if you carry it with you, your luck will be much better, and you won't get hurt by accident next time."
The maid only said that he had suffered a minor injury, and Chaochao subconsciously assumed that her brother had accidentally bumped into something, unaware that the injury was actually inflicted by the boy himself.
Pei Yu's lowered eyes were hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
After saying these words, Chaochao carefully added, "I didn't mean to say that Brother Yushen was unlucky."
But if you're lucky... then how could you get sick?
Why……
Thinking of the injury the nanny had mentioned, Chaochao's clear almond-shaped eyes filled with worry: "Brother Yushen, where are you hurt? Does it hurt? Can I see it?"
"Can't."
The boy, who had been silent all along, spoke coldly and firmly, uttering three words from his bloodless lips in a resolute refusal. If one ignored the uneasy fingers that were subconsciously covering his legs, his sharp and indifferent facade was impeccable.
"Okay, then Brother Yu Shen, remember to bandage it properly."
Chaochao's little tuft of hair only drooped for a short while.
When she turned around and saw her little flower that she hadn't seen for many days, her little expression immediately became lively.
Pei Yushen was resting in bed when Chaochao secretly came to deliver the conch shell and spotted the gardenia bracelet. She wanted to take it directly, but hesitated for a few seconds and decided to wait until her little brother woke up.
At this moment, she picked up the gardenia bracelet. The petals, which had been pristine white when they first met, were now wrinkled and tinged with a bitter yellow. But the little girl loved it just as much as she had at first sight, her delicate pink fingers gently stroking the petals. "Flower, I've come to pick you up. Have you missed me these past few days?"
The little boy muttered to himself, "Oh dear, you've aged so fast. Brother Yu Shen probably didn't talk to you much..."
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