Chapter 13

Chu Yigui noticed that there were some A4 scratch papers on the side of the homework, and a lot of handwriting could be seen behind these scratch papers, which should be some discarded copy paper used in the office, not something that would appear at home.

The manuscript paper is not perfect, you can see some dirt and cut corners, you can imagine that these scratch papers were picked out of the garbage heap by Wan Qiu and carefully ordered.

It is not a stapler that binds the scratch paper, but a string of needle and thread that is repeatedly threaded and then tied together, and it can be seen that Wanqiu wants to imitate the customization method of books, but it is a pity that it is only to the extent that it is not all scattered.

Wanqiu uses it very much, and there will be no large blanks, and obsessive-compulsive disorder generally beats the draft from top to bottom, the top half is densely covered with drafts, and the bottom half is snow-white.

No matter how you look at it, he is a serious and studious student, but it is a pity that the content of the draft on the draft makes Chu Yigui very incomprehensible.

Wan Qiu's way of thinking is completely different from the way he should be instilled in school, and the way of making mistakes can even be different.

If the math problems can still show the traces of education, the Chinese problems are almost miserable, Wan Qiu seems to be able to write not many words, and reading comprehension is like a repeated patchwork of simple words learned.

Chu Yigui photographed Wanqiu's scratch paper and summer vacation homework and sent them to his parents, who were anxious because they couldn't hear the sound.

Seeing these messy contents, both sides were a little silent for a while.

"Wanqiu's intellectual ......" Chu Jianshu's voice paused slightly, although he didn't want to mention it, but it was an inescapable fact, Wanqiu couldn't keep up with the education of primary school at all.

However, Yang Xiaoyu didn't care at all, looking at those wrong answers, but they were actually writing seriously, and her heart softened.

Although she is a little stupid, she is a serious and hard-working child, which is enough to make her feel that this is a good child.

"My three sons are very good, they don't need to be as good as Wanqiu, he can come back to me and grow up happy, I have passed away, and my brother, there is nothing to worry about." Yang Xiaoyu looked at a few photos, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she saw Wanqiu doing her homework seriously.

"Yes." Chu Jianshu responded, a very strong and somewhat well-drilled wife, and easily accepted that he had a child with intellectual problems.

"Besides, although I am not smart, I can go to school well, take care of myself, and learn life skills, I must work very hard, how can I dislike a hard-working child."

The corners of Yang Xiaoyu's mouth were hooked with a smile, her expression was gentle and bright, very beautiful, and her eyes were shining.

Chu Jianshu also smiled because his wife's mood improved.

Chu Yigui listened quietly to the conversation of his parents in the headphones.

Even as an adopted self, in the concepts of Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu, they are children of the same status.

He knew that.

If his parents ask him to raise Wanqiu in the future, there is nothing wrong with it.

There are really not many things in Wanqiu, and the most at a glance are books.

In the entire room, Chu Yigui didn't find anything that could be counted as entertainment, and there were no toys, decorations, hobbies, or anything that could be edged at all.

The only things that can be considered unique are the mechanical pencil and refill cases that are carefully placed on the table.

At the age of fourteen, when all the students of the same age gave up pencils, it seemed that the automatic pen was the best choice for Wanqiu.

Chu Yigui glanced at Wan Qiu, who was preparing dinner in the narrow kitchen, and turned around and walked to Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai's bedroom.

There is a double bed in the bedroom, the floor is also covered with soft carpets, and there are mattresses and bedding that are obviously softer and more comfortable than Wanqiu's beds.

And Wan Qiu's bed sheets and quilt cover have obvious holes, it is the style of the school dormitory, Chu Yigui doesn't know whether Wan Qiu's mattress is arranged by Ning Qiaozhen and others, or the result of Wan Qiu's scavenging.

On the dresser at the head of the bed, you can see quite a few big brands of cosmetics, ranging in price from a few hundred to thousands, and there are many of them.

In the corner of the dresser you can see a closed and locked dressing box, and it is not difficult to imagine that some valuable ornaments must have been placed inside.

"Yigui, why is there no sound on your side?" Yang Xiaoyu's voice came, and it was obvious that this excessive silence made her very uncomfortable when she wanted to get information.

"Mom, I'm looking at the room." Chu Yigui heard the sound of turning on the range hood in the kitchen, and confirmed that Wan Qiu couldn't hear him talking now, "Roughly speaking, Wan Qiu's adoptive parents should not be poor and will have fun, but they don't seem to pay much attention to their brother, and their brother's room is ......."

Chu Yigui took a video of Wanqiu's room and sent it out.

"It's very clean and boring, and I can't find out what kind of likes my brother has in this room." Chu Yigui's tone was soft, and he was also seriously suggesting, "If you do what you like, it seems that at present...... Maybe it's a good idea to send some stationery. ”

"What the hell is this room?" However, Yang Xiaoyu began to get angry when she saw the room, "Can you call a boy's room like this?" Is this size a joke? You don't even dare to be so small in the grocery room, right? ”

Chu Yigui blinked at this end, but replied: "Mom, the life of ordinary people is like this. ”

Yang Xiaoyu was suddenly dumbfounded, thinking of Chu Yigui's former orphanage, and pursed her lips: "I won't let my children live like this." ”

Chu Yi responded: "My brother will understand my mother's love, and he can enjoy life when he returns to you." ”

Yang Xiaoyu responded and repeated: "You are also your mother's child." ”

"I know, you don't have to worry." Chu Yigui responded seriously, looking at Wan Qiu in the kitchen blocked by transparent glass.

Perhaps many people will be ashamed to show barren rooms, torn sheets, and dirty manuscript paper......

Wan Qiu calmly let him step into this private field that was not excellent.

Compared with the delicate bedroom of his parents, Wan Qiu didn't feel anything unusual in the simple bedroom.

Chu Yigui couldn't tell that this was because his IQ was not high, and he was still used to it.

Chapter 14

The old range hood makes a lot of noise and works hard, but it still can't completely stop the smoke from wafting out.

Chu Yigui stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Wan Qiu's back, Wan Qiu was too slender, and even the white back of his neck seemed to be able to be broken in one pinch.

Wan Qiu is not tall, and when he stands in front of the stove, he looks like a child learning to cook, but in fact, Wan Qiu's stir-fry action looks very proficient.

On a hot summer afternoon, Wanqiu unconsciously wiped his sweat.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Chu Yigui glanced at it, but didn't find a place where he could help, and asked directly.

"Nope." Wan Qiu said, it's not a refusal, it's really not.

Wanqiu is not good at assigning tasks, and he doesn't have the opportunity to assign them, so he also learns how to take care of everything by himself.

Really asking Chu Yigui to do anything will make Wanqiu, who still has an organization and order, become chaotic.

Wan Qiu washed his hands, and five dishes were already prepared on the table.

He saw his friend sitting at the dining table, although Chu Yigui was sitting there, he seemed to be incompatible with his family, and Wan Qiu couldn't accurately describe it in words.

"I don't remember buying these dishes?" Chu Yigui pointed to the unfamiliar dishes on the table that didn't look very good.

"It's leftovers from Mom and Dad yesterday." Wan Qiu also sat down at the table.

"Leftovers?" Chu Yigui looked at the dishes on the table, only a simple fried meat with chili peppers and a scrambled egg with leeks were simple home-cooked dishes from Wan Qiu's hands.

It can be seen that although Wan Qiu is proficient in cooking, he is not good at cooking, Chu Yigui still remembers that when he observed Wan Qiu's stir-fry in the kitchen, the seasoning used was very simple.

Chu Yigui sat at the table at the beginning and pointed in front of him: "Why do you put all the leftovers in front of me?" ”

"These dishes are more delicious." Wan Qiu replied very sincerely.

If something delicious, you have to give it to your friends, and Wanqiu consciously wants to be good to your friends.

Entertaining friends with leftovers is definitely not a polite act, but apparently Wanqiu doesn't understand.

"That's right." Chu Yigui looked at the front of him, and after returning to the pot, although he could still exude the fragrance of seasonings, there were almost no soft leftovers that looked good, and he was a little helpless, "Thank you." ”

Chu Yigui's mood was delicate.

I really didn't expect him to be treated so well by his 'friends'.

And they were only meeting for the first time, and it was only he who offered to be friends.

"Why is he eating the leftovers left by those two damn guys, is my kid eating what other people don't want all the time?" Yang Xiaoyu heard Chu Yigui's movement, her voice was suppressed, and the more she understood, the more angry and powerless she felt.

"Yigui, can we send some food to the past?" Chu Jianshu asked, even if it is not easy to meet now, at least he can improve Wanqiu's life first within his ability.

Chu Yigui thought for a moment and asked, "Thank you for making me so many dishes, can I also order a takeout as a return gift and eat with you?" ”

"Okay." Wan Qiu blinked and answered simply.

Chu Yigui was originally worried about whether it would make Wanqiu feel offended, but it was disrespectful to the host to order another takeout for a table of dishes.

But obviously Wanqiu didn't think so.

It's just not to refuse Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui also understood Wan Qiu's possible thoughts, so he made a temptation.

Chu Jianshu, who heard the agreement, quickly used his mobile phone to call the familiar five-star hotel owner, asking for some food to be sent urgently.

"Well, I want five dishes...... Kindness...... OK...... It must be done by the master himself...... Excuse me...... Be sure to pack it and send it as soon as possible...... Thank you. ”

The boss on the other side was obviously very enthusiastic, Chu Jianshu's request they must have tried their best to meet it, this is a big man who usually can't stammer, although he doesn't understand why he was sent to such a strange place, but a smart businessman won't ask too much.

Yang Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and asked, "Yigui, can you throw away all those leftovers?" ”

Chu Jianshu was a little helpless: "Xiaoyu, don't be embarrassed to remember." ”

However, Chu Yigui suddenly said, "Wanqiu, can you throw away these leftovers?" ”

Suddenly, Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu were collectively silent.

Wan Qiu blinked, looking at the leftovers that had just been heated, he looked very appetizing, why did he throw them away? Don't like it? But it's a delicious thing, so it's a pity to throw it away.

Wan Qiu was a little embarrassed.

It's not always the chance to eat such delicious leftovers, and that's what he ate for breakfast this morning.

As I remember now, it tasted good.

"Okay." Although Wanqiu was a little reluctant, if a friend said that he wanted to throw it away, then throw it away.

"Thank you." Chu Yigui said.

Wan Qiu went to find the garbage bags he had collected, poured out all the leftovers, and looked at it with a blank eye, thinking about whether he could ...... if Chu Yi returned

"Can I take these two dishes?" Chu Yigui motioned to Wan Qiu for the two dishes he had made.

Wan Qiu blinked, obviously not understanding what Chu Yigui was doing: "Where is it?" ”

"Didn't you ask me to cook? That should be mine, I should be able to do whatever I want, right? Chu Yigui asked.

Wan Qiu fell into thought.

These two dishes are indeed the dishes he made for his friends.