This must have been a punishment for his messy mind.

Yang noticed that Wan Qiu was watching them, and that very detailed sense of observation came again.

Then he heard Wan Qiu say, "I know. ”

Got it, got it?

Yang felt that Wan Qiu probably knew that all he knew was 'don't cut his own hair', and he couldn't think outside the box to understand why they didn't let him do it.

How to teach?

Why teach?

What can he teach Wanqiu?

Yang Ze's hand stroked the messy and fluffy hair that had been partially cut by Wan Qiu and had not yet begun to be repaired.

Obviously, it was easy to meet, but Yang Ze felt that he and Wanqiu were still in two worlds.

Wan Qiu toiled in a messy, mixed, and dirty world to use his not smart mind to find a survival rule that suited him.

And himself, who has been living in another world, sees through Wan Qiu's eyes the arrogance that he has never noticed.

Wanqiu is also working hard in life, how can he teach such a Wanqiu?

He couldn't understand Wan Qiu's efforts so far, so how could he let Wan Qiu, who had intellectual problems, understand his feelings?

"Wanqiu, you ......," Yang wanted to say something.

However, his expression froze.

Wan Qiu's eyes were half-closed at this time, looking like he was staring down, his body shrunk, his head bent down, his slightly long hair that had not been cut off hung down slightly to cover his eyes, and his whole body curled up like a boiled shrimp, protecting his chest intentionally or unintentionally.

Although Wan Qiu didn't tremble at all.

But his every move seemed to be an expression of his instinctual precaution and fear of the pain that might come.

Yang was familiar with this kind of action, exactly the same as the one in the bathroom.

Yang Ze's hand was still next to Wan Qiu's cut hair, Wan Qiu didn't dodge, let him caress it, only the tight body and slightly sideways head.

Yang Ze's hand was withdrawn.

Wan Qiu didn't close himself, he was like water in a glass jar in front of him, waiting for any possibility to come, whether it was smashed, the water poured out, or heated, boiling again, all this had nothing to do with Wan Qiu, just powerlessly accepted.

Yang felt his hands clinging to the glass of the glass jar, but he only felt the intense coldness that was constantly transmitted from the water.

He didn't cover Wanqiu, but Wanqiu chilled him.

Probably because Yang Ze had been silent for a long time, and probably because Yang Ze put down the hand that was stroking Wanqiu's hair.

Yang saw Wan Qiu open his eyes that were half-closed because of nervousness, and he raised his eyes and looked at himself.

The thin, somewhat strange teenager observed him carefully.

Looking at the pair of lips that didn't know when they began to turn a little white, Yang heard a soft, cowardly, Wanqiu voice.

"I'm sorry."

Yang slowly opened his eyes.

Sorry what?

Why do you want to say sorry to him?

This kid, what are you thinking?

Wan Qiu's heartfelt apology to him only made Yang feel more guilty.

"It's okay, it's okay." Yang lowered his eyes, he was a little confused.

It was not suitable to make a decision at this time, and even the courage to speak to Wan Qiu was lost because of this.

'It's okay', not to Wanqiu, but to himself.

It's okay, he's just...... I haven't had a chance to have more contact with Wanqiu yet.

This apology is not a mockery, but a warning to yourself.

Yang Ze only felt extremely irritable, reached out and pinched his eyebrows, he didn't know how to communicate with Wan Qiu, he didn't have the ability of Chu Yigui.

Yang Ze raised his eyes to look at Chu Yigui, who was standing not far away and had been silent, but this younger brother had no intention of coming forward at all.

And......

Yang Ze also doesn't want the relationship between himself and Wan Qiu to always need to be transmitted through Chu Yigui, and the experiences and emotions of people will be different, let alone passed on through one person.

Maybe now is the time to give Wan Qiu a peaceful time, let him know that here, no one will do anything to Wan Qiu.

Let him go back?

However, I thought of Wanqiu's hot and mosquito-infested room.

- Why don't you turn on the air conditioner and the lights?

However, Yang didn't even have the meaning to ask about this sentence.

"Butler Bai, you go and deal with Wanqiu's room." Yang said.

"It's already being processed." The white butler responded.

"How's it going?" Yang looked up a little tired and asked.

The white housekeeper learned about the situation through the walkie-talkie and said: "Because the third young master didn't turn on the lights, there are not many mosquitoes coming in, and the mosquito repellent lamp has been lit, and the air conditioner has been turned on again, and the temperature is just right now." “

Yang sat next to Wan Qiu, but this time he didn't take the liberty of reaching out to Wan Qiu.

"Go back to your room and sleep, you don't need to turn off the air conditioner, turn on the lights if you want, and get a good night's sleep."

Wan Qiu probably really felt safe, like a turtle shrunk in its shell poked its head out and stretched out its limbs relaxedly.

"Thank you."

Yang wanted to say something, but found that none of the words were appropriate.

In the end, he just answered.

Wan Qiu probably saw the look of promise on Yang Ze's face, stood up boldly, bypassed the other side of the coffee table, and left.

Yang wanted to hear Wan Qiu's footsteps, but found that Wan Qiu's footsteps were too soft, and in such a silent night, it seemed as if they didn't exist.

Butler Bai was also a little helpless and asked, "Do you want to tell Mr. and Mrs. about this matter now?" ”

"I'll find out tomorrow." Yang rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the medicine box on the coffee table, "Let Mom and Dad sleep well, and you can go and rest." ”

The white butler answered, and then left.

Yang slumped on the couch, feeling powerless that made him irritable.

The clear water in the glass tank, the hug he wants to cherish, but the water will not have the shape he can hug.

Forcibly touching it will only make the clothes absorb the water, hang heavily on the body, and also take away the amount of water that should be full, so that the water is no longer complete.

Chapter 44

When Yang Ze was completely absorbed in his train of thought, he suddenly heard a noise in his ears.

Yang suddenly remembered that Chu Yi was still here, and immediately opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui was originally planning to leave, but when he saw Yang Ze noticing him, he stopped: "I'm sorry, second brother, did you bother you?" ”

"Fourth brother...... Reminiscence. Yang Ze once again asked for the help of his fourteen-year-old brother, "How can I communicate with Wanqiu well?" ”

"The second brother did enough just now." Chu Yigui suddenly affirmed that Yang Ze thought it was a very poor performance.

"What? Why? Yang was stunned.

"Go back to your room and sleep, you don't need to turn off the air conditioner, turn on the lights if you want, and get a good night's sleep." Chu Yigui repeated what Yang Ze had said word for word, "As long as that's the case, just give an order to my brother."

However, Yang frowned and resisted slightly: "That's my younger brother, your elder brother, is a relative and not a subordinate." ”

"Brother, he's different." Chu Yigui said calmly, "My brother's thinking can't understand very complex emotions, he has his own thought process for everything, you just need to tell him what he should do, and he will do it." ”

Yang was dumbfounded, unable to tell whether this was right or wrong.

"My brother is still a child, and he is still in the stage of reading and writing, so I can't let him learn reading comprehension at this time."

Chu Yigui's words are a completely new perspective for Yang, and it seems that as long as Wanqiu is involved, Chu Yigui's words must have his own unique truth.

Until Chu Yigui left, Yang was still thinking about the feasibility of Chu Yigui's proposal.

Wan Qiu returned to his bedroom.

The cool air is very different from the summer heat, and it is a very comfortable temperature that does not make you unable to sleep.

Wan Qiu looked at the bedside lamp lit up in the room, the light was dim, and he could see everything clearly, but it was not too dazzling.

Wan Qiu had several band-aids wrapped around his hands, and it was a bit of a waste to use so many band-aids for such a small wound, but unfortunately this was not something that could be reused.

Unconsciously stroked his hair, Wan Qiu knew that he was upset.

But there was no beating.

Wan Qiu looked at the dim room, he would be obedient, not open the window, and not turn off the air conditioner.

will also sleep obediently.

Before going to bed, Wan Qiu went to the bathroom, intending to clean up his blood stains and fallen hair.

But there was nothing in the bathroom.

The floor is clean, and there is not even a trace of cleaning.

Cleaned by someone else.

In this house, there are a lot of people doing cleaning work, so what can he do?

What else could he do?

Wan Qiu looked at himself in the mirror, and while his hair was cut off, the slightly long hanging down was on the side of his ear.

In fact, Wanqiu is very good at cutting her own hair.