"Treatment is a long-term thing, and the most important thing for him now should be the support of his parents and relatives, at least let him learn more and learn to express himself first."

Yan Hua's voice was not the same as what Wan Qiu heard.

It is calmer, like a blade of grass in the early morning mist, covered with a faint layer of cold hoarfrost.

The conversation between Yang Xiaoyu and Yan Hua, Wan Qiu didn't hear much, most of them were long sentences.

Wan Qiu had a hard time understanding long sentences, and only captured some information that he could understand.

The easy-to-understand words of 'doctor', 'treatment' and 'long-term' are like being hung on the sky by a tornado in the world of Wanqiu, torn and twisted wildly, generating fear and pain.

A doctor is a person who treats diseases.

And this time someone was born with a disease that needed to be treated for a long time.

Who is sick?

Now the person who is talking to a good doctor, who is seeing a doctor, is ...... Mom?

When Wan Qiu's cognition of this conversation was fixed on the final conclusion, Wan Qiu's heart suddenly tightened.

Yan Hua left.

After all, it's the first day of contact, and it's hard to start a normal conversation.

Yang Xiaoyu was also a little powerless, in Yan Hua's opinion, all of Wan Qiu's actions now were out of reaction to the actions of the people next to him.

Of course Yang Xiaoyu knew, how could she not know?

Yan Hua didn't give Wan Qiu any advice and guidance, and this completely directionless state made Wan Qiu too nervous.

And advice and guidance are not what Yan Hua has to do, but for them as family members.

Yang Xiaoyu had a headache.

When she was thinking about talking to Yan Hua, she noticed that Wan Qiu was by her side at this time.

Wan Qiu was looking at her, but compared to always observing and tempting, always reflecting the eyes of others, Yang Xiaoyu vaguely noticed that there seemed to be some more subtle emotions, circling in Wan Qiu's eyes at this time.

Wan Qiu sat beside Yang Xiaoyu, as always, not too intrusive on the intimacy of the private sphere.

In the corner where Yang Xiaoyu's vision had never touched, Wan Qiu's fingers secretly pressed the corners of Yang Xiaoyu's clothes, silently.

Because Wanqiu has always paid attention to Yang Xiaoyu, after Yang Xiaoyu came back, Wanqiu was basically by Yang Xiaoyu's side all night.

This has always been the case for Wanqiu.

No one noticed that Wan Qiu's affection for Yang Xiaoyu was more excessively intimate than usual.

Except for Chu Yigui.

In the bedroom late at night, under the bright desk lamp, Chu Yigui closed the book and rubbed his eyebrows to relieve the fatigue after reading.

Chu Yigui stood on the balcony, the temperature of the summer night was still hot, but because of the breeze blowing in the summer night, it brought a smoothness that was not found in the air-conditioned comfortable room.

At this point in time, he was basically asleep, and from the direction of Chu Yigui, he could see the faint light that was hidden by the blackout curtain from Yang Ze's room.

And Wan Qiu's room was completely dark.

Chu Yigui fixed his gaze on the balcony where there was only one piece of darkness.

After being asked by Yang Ze once, Wanqiu knew to turn on the lights when he needed to.

Now it's all gone, is it because you sleep?

Chu Yigui lowered his eyes, returned to his room, closed the curtains, and blocked the last touch of moonlight out of the curtains.

Chu Yigui didn't plan to fall asleep, but opened the door and walked out of the room.

arrived at the gate of Wanqiu.

Chu Yigui pressed the handle of Wanqiu's bedroom door, and there was a click, which was the sound of the door lock not being locked.

Chu Yigui didn't directly enter Wan Qiu's room and let go of his hand.

Even if he didn't enter the door, he knew that Wan Qiu was not in the bedroom at this time.

Continuing to move towards the dim aisle where there was only a night light at night, the direction in which Chu Yigui was moving was very clear.

In the end, outside the door of Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu.

Chu Yigui found Wanqiu.

A thin little figure, in the huge corridor.

Wan Qiu held a pillow and a small thin blanket and stood at the door of Yang Xiaoyu's room.

The thin blanket was still neatly stacked, not opened, and Wan Qiu's arrival here was obviously not long.

Wan Qiu lowered his eyes and leaned against the wall, the sound of footsteps came from his side, Wan Qiu was excited, and suddenly raised his head, but saw Chu Yigui, who should not have appeared here.

His eyes widened in surprise.

Chu Yigui's index finger was pressed against his lips, telling Wan Qiu to be quiet.

Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui in a daze and held his wrist, and he was pulled forward.

The two of them walked in the other direction, and Wan Qiu quietly followed behind Chu Yigui.

Until they reached a remote open-air balcony, where there were seats fixed to the ground, clean and clean, where they would be cleaned every day.

On a beautiful summer night, the night sky is clearly twinkling with stars, and the moonlight is bright enough to illuminate all the details clearly without any auxiliary lights.

Wan Qiu hugged the pillow and the thin blanket, looking at Chu Yigui, full of confusion.

"It's so late, why did my brother go to the door of my mother's bedroom?"

Chu Yigui's voice seemed to fit the middle of the night and was not noisy, but this little bit of subtle sound made the nervous Wan Qiu find proof that he was not alone.

Wan Qiu unconsciously hugged the pillow and thin blanket in his arms, and his expression in the moonlight finally revealed a little worry: "Mom...... Sick. ”

Is Yang Xiaoyu sick?

Even Chu Yigui didn't smooth out this logic for a short time, and Yang Xiaoyu looked very healthy today.

"Why do you think mom is sick?" Because he was sure that Yang Xiaoyu was not sick, Chu Yigui chose to ask 'why he was sick' than 'what disease'.

"Today, a doctor came." Wan Qiu's sound was as thin as a mosquito, and Chu Yigui captured it.

The doctor who came today is Yan Hua.

Chu Yigui knew that Yang Xiaoyu had brought a psychiatrist back and was familiar with Wan Qiu, but he didn't take the initiative to come out.

Now it seems that it is obvious that Wanqiu misunderstood the meaning of a psychiatrist.

"Don't worry, brother, mom isn't sick." Chu Yigui said.

Wan Qiu raised his eyes suddenly, and his eyes, which began to uncontrollably give birth to some tears because he was worried about Yang Xiaoyu, bloomed with a color of 'surprise' at this moment.

Chu Yigui said so, then the mother must not be sick.

What Wan Qiu had been worrying about all night was just under Chu Yigui's words, which extinguished the restlessness.

"Doctor, it's my mother's friend." Wan Qiu suddenly thought of this, it turned out that it was not because he was sick that he found a doctor, but because his friend happened to be a doctor.

"No, it's true that someone is sick and comes to the doctor." Chu Yigui knew what Wan Qiu was thinking, and said directly, "Brother, you are sick. ”

Is he sick?

Wan Qiu touched up and down in confusion, and pressed around, but ......

"It doesn't hurt ......" For Wan Qiu, it will definitely hurt when he is sick, but he doesn't hurt anywhere, why is he sick?

Still sick enough to see a doctor?

"Brother, do you know that you are different from others?" Chu Yigui did not choose to detour and conceal, but told Wanqiu directly.

Wan Qiu was suddenly stunned.

Wan Qiu lowered his head.

The breeze blew, gently floating Wan Qiu's slightly long broken hair, which was as soft as Wan Qiu's nodding movement.

"It's a disease." Chu Yigui said, "That doctor is here to treat your illness. ”

Is it a disease?

For the first time, Wan Qiu knew that the reason why he was different from others was illness.

If it is a disease, is it possible that as long as you follow the treatment with peace of mind, you will be cured?

If he is cured, will he be able to make his parents like him more, and he will have a better relationship with Chu Yigui?

No one likes to be sick, and neither does Wanqiu.

In Wan Qiu's mind, Wan Xiaohua was recalled.

Grandma kept getting sick and it was like she would never get better.

Will he be the same as grandma?

"Can it be cured?" Will you die if you can't be cured?

"Yes." Whether it can be cured or not is not what Chu Yigui said.

But in this matter, Chu Yigui chose to hide the unknown and tell Wanqiu a positive answer.

Wanqiu believed it.

Chu Yigui said that if he can be cured, then he will definitely be able to.

Wan Qiu has been trying hard to become smarter, but he can't find a way, is it Dr. Yanhua is the way for him to become smarter?

If it becomes normal......

Will definitely be liked.

There will be no more abandonment.

"I'm going to listen to the doctor."

The teacher taught that if you are sick, you must listen to the doctor, and the illness will get better quickly.

But Wan Qiu thought that during the day, he couldn't meet the doctor's expectations, and suddenly, Wan Qiu felt like a terminally ill patient, but he refused to take the medicine the doctor asked for and panicked.

"Doctor, spoke." In front of Chu Yigui, it was always easier for Wan Qiu to say what he thought in his heart, mixed with anxious and panicked emotions, Wan Qiu clenched the pillow and rubbed nervously, "I...... Can't do it...... I don't know ......."