And Chu Jianshu's arms are more like mint hard candy, mixed with a bit of coolness, but very tough, firm, and down-to-earth.

Wan Qiu has never considered what the distinction between men and women is, but under the embrace, the gender, which has never been paid attention to, gradually has a small foreshadowing in Wan Qiu's concept.

The transmission of the temperature of the two people who are close to each other is an extremely novel experience for Wan Qiu.

Holding Chu Jianshu's neck, Wan Qiu wanted to bury Chu Jianshu's hair, but only then did he realize that Chu Jianshu did not have long hair.

He opened his eyes and just happened to meet Chu Yigui, who was quiet behind Chu Jianshu.

His friend and younger brother, Chu Yigui followed not far from them.

When Chu Yigui left the hospital hall, and when the sun suddenly shone on several people, Wan Qiu saw Chu Yigui's eyes squinted slightly because of the sudden shining of the sun.

His expression was flat, transparent in the sunlight, and even if his eyes were soaked in the sun's rays, they didn't seem to shine deep into his black pupils.

Chu Yigui noticed Wan Qiu's gaze, and he smiled at Wan Qiu.

There is still no trace of 'happiness'.

Wan Qiu quietly crossed Chu Jianshu's shoulder and stretched out his hand to Chu Yigui.

The slender fingers couldn't even leave a clear shadow on the ground under the sunlight, but there was a solid finger that hooked the thin finger, and the black shadows gently intertwined and collided, like a little secret left in the sun.

Touch a touch touch.

When Wan Qiu was put on the ground and stood firm, his sanity had not yet returned.

Blocked by Chu Jianshu's figure, he couldn't see Chu Yigui at all.

"Why are you here?" Yang Xiaoyu saw Wanqiu's sluggish expression, and only felt that it was really cute, pinched Wanqiu's cheek, and pushed Wanqiu, "Baby, take the car, go to the car." ”

Wan Qiu looked back at the car.

The car is pitch black and low-key solid color in the sun, but it is bright in Wanqiu's eyes.

Wan Qiu sat in the car, and there was a light fragrance wafting in the car, which was the sweet fruit flavor that Wan Qiu liked.

The soft, fluffy cushion is very comfortable, and Wanqiu's fingers are submerged into the soft bristles of the cushion, and the delicate feel is like stroking the belly hair of a kitten.

The very cherished blanket that my mother once spent a lot of money to buy back was not as good as it.

Even though Wanqiu has only taken the car a handful of times, he feels that the interior of the car is very spacious and clean.

Wanqiu unconsciously gathered his hands and feet, instinctively worried about whether he would stain such a beautiful car interior.

Even if he's clean now.

Yang Xiaoyu asked Chu Yigui to sit in the front seat, looked at Chu Jianshu who was about to go around to the other side of the vehicle, and suddenly said: "What I said to Wanqiu is not 'Dad, hug'." ”

Chu Jianshu opened the car door and raised his eyes to see Yang Xiaoyu.

"I'm talking about, 'Daddy wants to hug you.'" Yang Xiaoyu finished what she didn't say and laughed to herself.

Chu Jianshu didn't answer anything, and sat quietly in the car.

It's just that he didn't look at Wanqiu directly, but looked at the car window.

But on the window of the day, the shadow of Wanqiu is not reflected.

The driver in front turned his head and smiled at Wanqiu.

"Hello, Wanqiu." The man's smile towards Wan Qiu was very kind, and there was a shallow 'joy' rippling on the strange man, "My name is Song Wenqiu, you can call me Uncle Song, I am your father's secretary." ”

"Hello Uncle Song." Wan Qiu didn't know what the meaning of secretary was, he had heard it, but he had forgotten it, it didn't seem to be a word he could use.

Song Wenqiu saw that everyone else got into the car, and said with a light smile: "You and my father are friends, we both have an autumn in our names, and it is also fate." ”

Wan Qiu captures the most important information - Dad's friend.

The first thing that came to Wan Qiu's mind was Ning Hai's friend.

Chu Jianshu's friend is very different from Ning Hai's friend.

He had no beard, his hair was very neat, the cuffs of his white shirt were very clean, and there were no ornaments on his neck or ears.

Song Wenqiu wears casually, with a lovely smile, not handsome but capable.

Like my father, I was unique and seemed to stand there, and I drew a line from the people who passed by.

Friends and friends are so different.

"Uncle has prepared a small gift for you." Song Wenqiu saw that everyone else got into the car, started the car, and didn't talk to Chu Jianshu, but asked Wanqiu directly, "Guess what Uncle prepared for you?" ”

Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand, wrapped Wan Qiu's hand in her palm, and smiled against Wan Qiu.

She was always smiling and looked genuinely happy.

Chu Jianshu, who had been paying attention to Wan Qiu, noticed that Wan Qiu subconsciously glanced at Yang Xiaoyu when he heard the 'gift'.

It is the eyes of inquiry, observation, and request, and it is a small action engraved in the habits of Wanqiu.

Chu Jianshu himself with a faint smile slightly retracted, and looked out the window with his eyes aside.

Yang Xiaoyu also noticed it, and she naturally understood the meaning of this.

Wan Qiu was watching her.

Observe her expression to see if he can accept the gift.

Holding Wan Qiu's hand tightened unconsciously, it was hard to imagine how Wan Qiu had been by Ning Qiaozhen's side all the time.

"Wen Qiu will definitely watch people cook, but Wen Qiu has never seen Wan Qiu, even I can't guess what it is." Yang Xiaoyu squeezed Wanqiu's palm, "Baby, you can guess casually." ”

This sentence was for Wan Qiu to obtain Yang Xiaoyu's consent, and in the face of strange, father's friends, he calmly let down all his guard.

Wan Qiu is very immature for this kind of guessing game without answers, not to mention that he has never received a gift in the true sense.

After thinking for a long time, Wan Qiu asked in a low voice: "Is it a beer bottle?" ”

However, as soon as Wan Qiu's words came out, there was a brief silence in the driving car.

Song Wenqiu spoke again: "No, otherwise guess again?" ”

"Iron?" The iron sheet is a kind of toy that can be played with after the beer bottle cap is smashed flat, and it is a rare toy in Wanqiu, which was given to him by Ning Hai's friends.

It's just that Wan Qiu didn't have any friends to play with him, and those iron sheets were lying quietly in his desk.

"Ah......" Song Wenqiu's voice was already a little weak, "It's still ...... Anything else that you find interesting? ”

Because of the continuous mistakes, Wan Qiu's voice gradually decreased, and not being able to guess the items made him a little anxious, and the things he explained were not completed, and he would be punished, so that he could not concentrate on thinking.

"Balloons?"

An unexpected answer was heard.

Even Chu Jianshu looked back at Wanqiu.

Using the 'guess the gift' method is an opportunity to test your hobby.

Generally speaking, when ordinary people are guessing, they will first say the first thing that comes to mind subconsciously.

Even if you don't like it, you definitely care about it.

'Beer bottles' and 'iron sheets' are what Wan Qiu cares about, not necessarily liked, but he can guess that these are the 'gifts' he has ever gotten the most.

Song Wenqiu, as Chu Jianshu's friend and secretary for many years, of course, also had the intention to help Chu Jianshu and Wan Qiu connect their feelings.

"Does Wanqiu want balloons?" Song Wenqiu was already thinking about whether to turn a corner of the commercial street on the way back, where there should be hydrogen balloons for sale.

However, Wan Qiu shook his head.

"Why? Don't you want it? Finally caught the clue that Wan Qiu said might be his preference, Yang Xiaoyu didn't want to give up just like that.

Wan Qiu unconsciously shook his hands, but he noticed that Yang Xiaoyu's hand was in his hand.

He wanted to go to see Yang Xiaoyu, but Yang Xiaoyu suddenly withdrew his hand, hugged Wan Qiu's shoulders, and covered his eyes.

Wanqiu couldn't see anything.

It was pitch black and silent, except for the sound of vehicles moving.

"If the baby says he wants it, Mom will give it to you." Yang Xiaoyu's voice came from the darkness.

The inability to see anyone made Wanqiu panic unconsciously.

Wan Qiu is not good at saying what he likes and dislikes, and once these things are spoken, his desires will be more profound and difficult to forget.

Wanqiu doesn't get what he likes.

There's no way to get the nasty thing to leave.

The silence that suddenly permeated the car, unable to retreat out of the car with the driving of the vehicle, because it was impossible to judge whether this silence was because of himself, Wanqiu couldn't help but be anxious.

"Tin Sheets is actually quite interesting." Chu Yigui, who had been in the co-pilot, suddenly said, "Can my brother play with me?" ”

In the dark sight, Chu Yigui's voice was suddenly heard, which attracted Wan Qiu's attention, and the anxiety that was gradually accumulating was quickly forgotten.

Wan Qiu said, "Okay." ”

"Is my brother's technique good?" Chu Yigui asked.

"I don't know." No one plays with Wanqiu, there is no comparison, and Wanqiu doesn't know the definition of good and bad.

Chu Yigui's laughter in the dark was like a natural white noise, soothing Wan Qiu's emotions: "Then my brother and I will be Bibi? ”

Playing tin with friends, Wan Qiu never thought about this kind of thing.

It was probably not a fun thing to do, at least at least at school he had never seen anyone play.

"My iron is all at home, and I can't go back." Wanqiu consciously wanted to skip this topic.

"It's okay, we can smash a few more." Chu Yigui said.

"Beer bottles aren't easy to find." Getting a beer bottle is a bit difficult for Wanqiu.

"We can go to the snack street, where there will be a lot of beer bottles." Chu Yigui's voice was smiling, "If you sell the bottle, you can also buy balloons." ”

Wan Qiu opened his mouth and finally muttered, "Not enough." ”

Wan Qiu said, 'Not enough', Yang Xiaoyu guessed that Wan Qiu had already gone to understand the price of the balloon, and wanted it, but did not buy it.

"If that's enough, which balloon does my brother want?" Chu Yigui bit every word slowly, and there was only the voice of the two of them in the car.

“…… Red. Probably too accustomed to talking to Chu Yigui, Wan Qiu didn't even react to himself, he answered Chu Yigui's question.

"Red or green, which one do you want?" Chu Yigui continued to ask.