Wan Qiu looked at the back of Chu Yigui's neck blankly, and he didn't look back at all.

Wan Qiu thought seriously: "Green." ”

"Is it okay to be gray?"

However, Wan Qiu blinked his eyes and asked for a long time, "Is there a gray balloon?" ”

"I forgot, how many are there?" Chu Yigui's voice sounded like he was meditating.

"Apples, blueberries, bananas, grapes, watermelons." Wan Qiu struggled to recall the things in his memory.

Song Wenqiu was in the driver's seat and saw Chu Yigui half-leaning against the car window at this time, searching for something on his mobile phone.

"I remember." seemed to have found the answer he wanted, Chu Yigui turned off his mobile phone, "It's a character in the cartoon "New World of Fruits". ”

And the Wanqiu ghost sent a messenger to respond: "En." ”

Chu Yigui's words brought the dull atmosphere in the car back to normal.

Song Wenqiu was obviously surprised by the communication between Chu Yigui and Wan Qiu.

Although he always knew that Chu Yigui was a very good communicator, Chu Yigui's inquiry this time sounded to him that there were no rules at all, and he didn't even count as words.

What's more, why did Chu Yigui draw out Wanqiu's true preferences based on balloons?

Yang Xiaoyu doesn't know what "New World of Fruits" is, but according to the two points of "balloons" and "characters", it is not difficult to imagine that what Wanqiu likes may not be balloons, but the peripherals of this work.

"New World of Fruits" should be a sub-oriented animation work, Yang Xiaoyu thought of Wanqiu's love for cartoons.

As for why balloons.

Yang Xiaoyu's only guess is that the balloon is the cheapest peripheral that Wanqiu can covet.

It's the child's heart.

Yang Xiaoyu rubbed Wanqiu's slightly long hair, her expression gradually softened, and she was also a little distressed.

It's still a kid who loves to watch cartoons, and I want balloons like cartoon characters.

When she knew that Wanqiu liked to watch cartoons, she had asked Yang Ze to prepare a new screening room at home and buy all the animations that could be purchased on the market at present.

Let's give Wanqiu a surprise, Yang Xiaoyu rubbed Wanqiu's hair and smiled.

"Yigui, can you help me give the gift from the storage compartment to Wanqiu?" Now that he got the answer they wanted, Song Wenqiu didn't sell it anymore.

From Chu Yigui's hands, a square thing fell into Wan Qiu's hands.

Wrapped in gift paper.

The brand-new gift paper with a starry sky pattern is pasted with pink gift hand-drawn flowers, which is the bright packaging that Song Wenqiu usually does not use on gifts.

But at this time, Wan Qiu held it in the palm of his hand, and his clear eyes seemed to contain all the colors of the gift into his eyes, and those beautiful stars seemed to be flashing out of the starry sky paper and lying in Wan Qiu's palm.

Wanqiu was cautious, afraid that he would be broken.

"Can you take it apart?" Song Wenqiu saw Wan Qiu's expression in the rearview mirror, as if he was infected with emotions.

Wan Qiu glanced at Yang Xiaoyu, Yang Xiaoyu poked Wan Qiu's gift with his finger with great interest, and was also curious: "Take it apart and take a look?" ”

Wan Qiu cautiously wanted to take it apart.

This is the first real gift that Wanqiu has gotten, wrapped in gift paper.

When he opened the wrapper, for some reason, his fingers didn't seem to be so obedient, trembling, and he couldn't use it well.

Wan Qiu didn't know why he was so nervous, his palms were sweating.

Song Wenqiu also seemed to notice Wan Qiu's movements, and drove the car more smoothly.

Wan Qiu's speed of opening was very slow, Song Wenqiu couldn't help laughing, maybe he should have packaged it a little more simply?

Wan Qiu's appearance of being afraid of destroying a little bit of wrapping paper made Song Wenqiu's heart also linger with warmth - no one would hate others to cherish the gifts they gave.

The wrapping paper was finally unwrapped intact, and what appeared in Wan Qiu's sight was a very beautiful thick-leather notebook, and a very beautiful fountain pen in a box.

Song Wenqiu did not choose expensive gifts, but daily necessities that were loved and often used by students.

Notebooks are now very popular color page notebooks, flower baskets, table lamps, clouds, rainbows...... All the warm and beautiful little things are carried in different pages.

The price of the fountain pen is not high, but there are many cute Q version of the small animals engraved on the pen.

For a moment it was calm in the car.

Yang Xiaoyu leaned against the car window with one hand to see Wan Qiu's expression.

Wan Qiu cherished the notebook and looked at the pen several times.

He ended by saying 'thank you'.

A calm tone.

Wanqiu didn't laugh happily.

But Yang Xiaoyu clearly saw that Wanqiu's eyes were shining, as if the windows that had suddenly wiped off the dust and revealed the first new green of spring after the glass.

Yang Xiaoyu looked at it, and only after coming back to her senses did she realize that she was also hooking the corners of her mouth.

"Wenqiu, you're still very good at choosing gifts." Chu Jianshu leaned back in his chair and took all of Wan Qiu's expressions into his eyes.

"I've been your secretary for so many years, and I still have to have this bit of vision." Song Wenqiu also responded with a smile.

Song Wenqiu quietly observed Chu Yigui, who had not been at the center of the incident, and the child's expression was calm, as if everything that happened around him had nothing to do with him.

Wanqiu wanted to return the gift to when it should have been packaged, but Yang Xiaoyu said that if it was opened, there was no need to wrap it again.

Wanqiu could only fold the gift paper and put it in the notebook.

Wanqiu didn't know what he could do with this notebook.

It was the first time he had gotten such a beautiful notebook, and even when he saw that his classmates had it, he had never coveted it.

But suddenly there was.

Wan Qiu looked at the notebook and had a very subtle feeling that he couldn't figure it out.

It seems to be standing after a long rainy night on a summer night.

The air of the city, washed by the rain, flowed down the drains to the lower places, to places he could not find.

He was illuminated by the straight sunlight that broke through the clouds, and gold filled his eyes, and the world he saw was all glittering.

Chapter 35

The vehicle is moving, and it is quiet.

Yang Xiaoyu held Wanqiu's hand and never let go.

Wanqiu's hands are not delicate, there are scratches everywhere, and there are always sharp things hidden in the garbage, which can cut through the skin inadvertently.

Yang Xiaoyu's thumb rubbed those marks intentionally or unintentionally, as if it could be wiped off like this.

It's a hot summer, but it's cool inside the car.

Inside the car is soothing, unknown and unfamiliar music.

The atmosphere is quiet and gentle, and the cozy seems to be suitable for a lazy nap, and the aroma of fruit is permeated, and you may be able to have a sweet dream full of fruits.

Wan Qiu sat quietly in the middle of the back seat, and he could see the scenery passing by outside the car window, but soon lowered his eyes again, and his eyelashes trembled.

The scenery outside the car, from fewer and fewer buildings to a gentle green forest.

Are they going back to the country?

Is there such a beautiful place in the countryside? Each plant has its own most beautiful growth posture, and it seems to be pregnant with a god who shows beauty to the world.

The trees in the countryside should be messy, scattered, and irregular, and weeds of different heights are always vying to thrive, domineering to occupy more land.

Wan Qiu sat in the car, heading towards a completely unfamiliar place, just as he had once gone to Ning Qiaozhen's house in a dilapidated shuttle bus mixed with the smell of cigarettes, gasoline, and rotting vegetables.

Even if Wanqiu doesn't care where he goes, as long as he can be by his mother's side.

Because his mother was holding him, and his mother's temperature was being passed through the close shoulder, Wan Qiu didn't have too strong uneasiness about the unknown.

This is also the most intimate period of time with relatives in Wanqiu's memory.

It's getting more and more remote.

Out of the corner of Wan Qiu's eye, he saw the gradually narrowing and secluded road, and there were not many vehicles passing by them.

There is a huge difference between these trees and the trees of Grandma's house, as if they are friends of Ning Hai and Chu Jianshu.

Do you want to farm in such a place?

If he wants to farm, can he still go to school?

"It's home, baby." Yang Xiaoyu lifted Wan Qiu's chin and fished him out of his messy thoughts, making Wan Qiu's eyes look ahead, "Look, from here on, it's our home." ”

The black iron door that was opening automatically came into Wanqiu's eyes.

The vast fence that stretches into the middle of nowhere, is full of lush and regular trees, the paved road is endless, and the colorful flowers are scattered and blooming, dotted with life.

As the vehicle moved, Wan Qiu saw several low-rise buildings, new, brightly colored buildings, wrapped in beautiful gardens and sunlight, and the bright glass was hidden in the shadows, but the shadows could also be bright.

There are so many windows, will there be a lot of people in these buildings?

Is this the village?

With so many buildings, will they have many neighbors?

Do mom and dad get along well with neighbors?

Will the neighbors hate him and disgrace his parents?

The car stopped downstairs in front of a tall, wide, elaborately embossed gate.

Wanqiu got out of the car, attracted by the fragrance of flowers in the air, without the confined vision of the roof of the car, and suddenly entered the clear blue sky without the obstruction of the building.

Wanqiu stopped under the sky, small as dust and sand, but embraced by the blue sky that was pressed down.

Wan Qiu carefully held the notebook and pen in one hand, and Yang Xiaoyu in the other.

Yang Xiaoyu kissed Wanqiu on the cheek: "Baby, we're home, do you look good at home?" ”