"Aren't you a friend?" Wanqiu is reluctant to give up such a relationship.

"We are friends and brothers." Chu Yigui's fingers clasped in Wan Qiu's thin fingers, "We are closer than others. ”

Wan Qiu's head couldn't turn.

He is closer to Chu Yigui and will bully Chu Yigui.

Bullying and intimacy, what is the relationship?

"She's gone, do you remember?" Chu Yigui asked, directly piercing Wan Qiu's memory that he had not completely hidden.

Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui blankly, and even Wan Qiu himself didn't notice that the word 'gone' was stored into water droplets, and willfully came from the corner of Wan Qiu's eyes.

Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu quietly, stretched out his other hand to touch the corner of Wan Qiu's eyes, and took the water droplets into his hand.

The water droplets seemed to form a line of water, moistening the dry sand, leaving a small puddle between Chu Yigui's fingers.

Time passes little by little.

"Don't cry anymore." And Chu Yigui's voice finally sounded, "Don't cry too much." ”

The obedient Wan Qiu really blinked his eyes hard, so that the sourness was suppressed by his efforts.

"You now have a new home, a new mother."

Soft, gentle, slow.

Chu Yigui's voice, little by little, in Wan Qiu's memory, created a simple, vague shadow.

"You don't have to be sad anymore." Chu Yigui's words didn't sound like a consolation, but a guide.

Wan Qiu will listen to everyone's words, not to mention that Chu Yigui said that they are very close.

"You've got a new mom, talk to her, don't cry."

Chu Yigui's calm eyes were like a sinking stone, and under this gaze, it seemed that Wan Qiu's tears were suppressed, and all the tears were hidden under this sinking stone.

Wan Qiu watched, watched.

He seemed to understand Chu Yigui's words, but he didn't seem to understand.

Until the door was opened, the sound of footsteps came from far and near, and Chu Yigui let go of the hand holding Wan Qiu, stood up from Wan Qiu's bedside, and received the fingertips moistened by the water droplets behind his back.

"Wanqiu, Wanqiu, is the baby awake?" Yang Xiaoyu's eyes were full of surprise when she saw the sober Wanqiu, but after the surprise, she was even more worried.

"Mom." Wan Qiu's soft, immature juvenile voice carries an imperceptible trust and dependence.

His mom.

Wan Qiu thought of the strange text that was bound to happen.

His most beautiful mother will definitely abandon him.

But Wan Qiu still remembers that her mother said "she will not abandon him".

The two cognitions are different, and Wanqiu can't judge it.

"I'm sorry." Yang Xiaoyu put his head on Wan Qiu's forehead and looked into the beautiful eyes that inherited herself.

In the eyes that are always clear, they are still not disturbed by dark clouds, but they seem to be more hollow, and the void is like a blank world, even with the world's most stubborn oil paint, it is difficult to leave color on this pure white.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry." Yang Xiaoyu knew what they had done.

They forcibly tore Wan Qiu's dependence, and now Wan Qiu will definitely be even more bloody than what they saw.

"Mom." Wanqiu remembered to talk to Yang Xiaoyu, or to cry, "I don't have a home." ”

Wanqiu, who was abandoned three times, had no home for the third time.

The rented house in the dim old community, the faint smell of alcohol in the air, the smell of Ning Qiaozhen's cosmetics, the smell of soap, the shabby wooden furniture, the narrow small bedroom, and the single bed that belonged to him.

These are all things that are full of happiness and love for all autumns.

He could no longer get into the place he could always go back to.

Dad abandoned Mom.

Mom abandoned him.

After the sun shone in the afternoon, the beautiful and incomprehensible rented house was finally shattered in Wanqiu's memory.

Once he thinks about it, Ning Qiaozhen is resolute, and the shadow that abandons him will occupy his field of vision, freeze his blood, let the pain flow down the blood vessels, and coagulate his life.

"Baby, you have a home." Yang Xiaoyu raised Wan Qiu's head, which had been lowered, and stared at Wan Qiu's eyes seriously, "You have a home, your mother's home is your home, and your parents will take you home together." ”

Wan Qiu didn't have any doubts, he knew that he was about to have a new home.

"Mom and Dad will always love you." Yang Xiaoyu tried her best to reawaken Wanqiu's dependence and expectations.

Wan Qiu was looking at Yang Xiaoyu.

Wan Qiu can only distinguish feelings, but he doesn't know what is true and false.

Yang Xiaoyu kissed Wan Qiu's forehead, and Wan Qiu closed his eyes.

- You have a new mom.

Chu Yigui's voice sounded in his ears.

When he didn't know how to do it, his friends, brothers, gave him a direction.

"Yes." Wan Qiu responded.

"Wanqiu baby, does your face still hurt?" Yang Xiaoyu stroked Wan Qiu's bruised face distressedly, it was still a little green, but it was already much better.

"It doesn't hurt." Wan Qiu said.

"Are you hungry?" Yang Xiaoyu asked.

"Hungry." Wan Qiu truthfully expressed his thoughts.

Wanqiu got a bowl of porridge.

A small bowl, this porridge is very beautiful, and the plate with the porridge is also beautiful, Wanqiu wants to get that beautiful and delicate little spoon.

"Is it okay to let mom feed us Wanqiu baby?" Although he said that he was asking, Yang Xiaoyu had already put the spoon against Wanqiu's mouth.

Wan Qiu obediently opened his mouth, sipped the spoon and let Yang Xiaoyu pull it out, and the fragrant porridge in his mouth instantly aroused Wan Qiu's appetite.

"Xiaoyu, Wanqiu is fourteen years old." Chu Jianshu couldn't help but remind when he saw Yang Xiaoyu feeding Wanqiu spoonful by spoonful.

"What's the matter, it's my child anyway." Yang Xiaoyu didn't say that she was feeding this time, she wanted to feed it all of a sudden, eat more, let her Wanqiu baby gain weight, such delicate facial features will definitely look better and better.

Wan Qiu blinked, and also understood that Yang Xiaoyu was praising him.

Yang Xiaoyu watched Wan Qiu obediently eating porridge, and really felt very cute, but those eyes clearly contained the soul of a fourteen-year-old, but they were more immature and pure.

"Wanqiu." Sending the last mouthful of porridge into Wanqiu's mouth, Yang Xiaoyu held the bowl and spoon with some concern, and the previous refusal was still vivid, "Are you really willing to go home with your mother?" ”

"Yes." Wanqiu should be.

Yang Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, because she had been rejected too many times, which made her ask again with some uneasiness: "Really?" ”

Wan Qiu is more hopeful than Yang Xiaoyu: "I will go home with my mother." ”

Yang Xiaoyu hugged Wanqiu fiercely.

When Wan Qiu hugged Yang Xiaoyu back, some long stiff curls were entangled in his fingers.

Those words told me that this was the last mother.

For Wan Qiu, 'mother' is a different word, the most special person in his life.

But now something is different.

He has a very special person who is also very special.

His brothers, his friends, the people he bullies, the people who will make him an outcast.

Wan Qiu turned his eyes and looked at Chu Yigui on the side.

That's one, a special person.

——

Wan Qiu did a full-body physical examination.

Under the condition that Ning Qiaozhen abandoned him, Wan Qiu did not refuse to take off his clothes again.

The scars on the top and bottom of the body, Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu did not miss any of them.

Wanqiu was also inspected and tested.

It is strange that Wanqiu does not have pathological mental retardation, but Wanqiu is obviously abnormal in the performance of normal people, and the doctor thinks that it may be better to see a psychiatrist.

After knowing the news, Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu's faces became even worse.

The answer to what kind of condition can trigger psychological problems is obvious.

Fortunately, there is hope for guidance and correction in the future.

Wan Qiu has many traces of injuries all over his body, and it can be seen that he has not been perfectly treated, but because of his young age and vigorous vitality, he seems to have recovered not too badly.

Yang Xiaoyu asked to remove Wanqiu's scars and eliminate all the large and small marks left on Wanqiu's body in his past life.

Wanqiu's physical condition is actually fine, except for severe malnutrition, there are no big problems in all aspects.

According to the doctor's words, he should be born with a strong vitality.

Wanqiu was quickly discharged from the hospital, and what he needed was nutrition, not hospitalization.

"Brother." Chu Yigui and Wan Qiu sat side by side on the rest chair in the hospital, and Chu Yigui took the initiative to say, "Are you tired?" ”

Wan Qiu shook his head.

"You also have two older brothers, who are also brothers."

Brothers.

Wan Qiu thought about the number for a moment and said, "Mom gave birth to four children? ”

"No, mom gave birth to three children." Chu Yigui held Wan Qiu's hand, when there was no one around, he would do this, "I'm not a child born by my mother." ”

Wan Qiu quickly understood this sentence.

Wan Qiu nodded.