Even one of them would do.

Chu Zhang looked at Wan Qiu, but he didn't see Wan Qiu's loneliness and regret.

Wanqiu is looking forward to his friends, but he is just looking forward to it, just like he likes a certain fruit, but it's okay not to eat it.

"Third child, have you used your mobile phone so far?" Chu Zhang asked.

Wan Qiu shook his head.

"You know how to read, don't you?"

Wanqiu's commonly used words have basically been recognized.

"Can you type on your phone?" Chu Zhang asked again.

"I can type in pinyin." Wan Qiu said, with a little show-off.

In the past, Wanqiu could only use strokes and writing to type, but after Jiang Chengfeng taught him pinyin, Wanqiu also learned pinyin typing.

"Third child, I'll teach you how to play with your phone, right?" Chu Zhang took out his mobile phone, "Mobile phones are very important communication tools, which can be used to make friends!" ”

Chu Zhang just hoped that Wan Qiu would at least reply to the message.

On the way back, the message was sent vigorously, and the phone was constantly calling, Wan Qiu was stunned and didn't reply to it, so he took it.

After taking Wan Qiu's mobile phone, Chu Zhang really saw the red dot on it that Wan Qiu hadn't read at all.

"You have to learn to play with your mobile phone, send more selfies, so that your eldest brother can look at your circle of friends after work!"

Chu Zhang taught Wanqiu how to send messages and how to read messages.

God knows this huge family, except for him, there is no one who likes to post on Moments!

And because of his profession, he is even more restricted from posting on Moments, so at least let him take a look at the head office!

Wan Qiu followed Chu Zhang's operation.

Let's take a picture first.

Wanqiu is learning to take selfies.

Wan Qiu, who rarely uses the camera function, took a selfie for the first time, and there was no angle or beauty to speak of.

Wan Qiu looked at the photo and thought about himself in the mirror, he shouldn't be so ugly.

"Third, taking pictures is a skill." Chu Zhang handed over the operation to Wan Qiu how to take a selfie and how to pose.

Wan Qiu looked at himself in many photos, especially the photos taken by Chu Zhang, which seemed to be exceptionally good-looking.

Wan Qiu looked at Chu Zhang, who was picking out photos and holding his mobile phone.

This is...... How does it feel?

Obviously, Chu Zhang and everyone look the same, but why is Chu Zhang like ...... Better-looking?

Whether it's when you're standing, when you're sitting, whether it's when you're cross-legged, or when you're looking down at your phone.

His shoulders always seem to have better lines, his legs always seem to appear longer, and his neck is like a swan, which makes Wanqiu think of beautiful words.

It's like ......

Walking is the same as 'beautiful'.

"Why ......," Wanqiu muttered unconsciously.

"What's wrong?" Chu Zhang raised his head from his phone and looked at Wan Qiu.

In Wan Qiu's field of vision, under the bright bedside lamp, sitting on a soft blanket, Chu Zhang leaned on the edge of the bed, his slender legs looked very casually curled, but even the curvature of his back was good-looking in Wan Qiu's eyes.

"Big brother, it's good-looking." Wan Qiu said.

It's the same as Mom.

In Wanqiu's opinion, her mother seems to be completely different from other women.

But what is different, Wan Qiu can't say.

Chu Zhang smiled.

"Do you think I'm good-looking?" Chu Zhang's cover was on his chest, his head tilted slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be a carefully carved arc, which was extremely confusing.

Wan Qiu's vision seemed to have brightened because of Chu Zhang.

"So, do you think Dad is good-looking?" Chu Zhang asked.

Wan Qiu thought about it and gave a positive answer.

"Where's the big brother?"

Wan Qiu nodded.

"What about you?" Chu Zhang approached Wan Qiu, "Do you think you look good?" ”

In Wan Qiu's mind, his appearance appeared.

Even if he thinks he looks better in the mirror than in the camera, it's still ugly.

In the mirror, the appearance of being out of place in this extremely beautiful home, Wan Qiu still seems to remain in his mind.

It's like ...... Stained glass, very eyesore.

"Why?" Chu Zhang asked.

Why?

Wan Qiu couldn't tell.

"Tell me? What's not good-looking? Chu Zhang smiled, his tone was relaxed, obviously asking Wan Qiu to say his inner thoughts, but he didn't force it.

Wan Qiu went to see Chu Zhang, but he also knew that this was an answer that he couldn't get from Chu Zhang.

It's not good-looking.

It seems like there is too much to say.

Wan Qiu has always felt that he is the only ugly one in a 'beautiful' home.

Chu Zhang was in front of Wan Qiu, and Wan Qiu lowered his head, looking like a rabbit drooping its ears, sad and sad.

But Chu Zhang also knows that Wan Qiu's lack of confidence is from the inside out.

Chu Zhang was very familiar with such a look.

Just like you used to be.

"Tell Big Brother? What's wrong with our third child? Chu Zhang didn't stare at Wan Qiu anymore, as if he wanted to give Wan Qiu enough space to express his thoughts.

He was operating something on his phone, and his beautiful fingertips jumped on the screen of his phone, as if even his fingers were dancing beautifully.

“…… Like withered grass. The ugly place that belongs to himself in Wanqiu's memory comes to mind, "It's very dark, dry, yellow, with big knees and a big head...... Scarred ......"

Wan Qiu said a lot about what he thought was discordant.

and what some of the people he had met in the past had to say about his appearance.

Wan Qiu's memory is chaotic, but it is not bad.

The malicious memory fragments were picked out by Wan Qiu diligently, and then said in the most concise language.

But the real memories brought by these fragments are like floating darkness, swallowing up the little self-confidence that Wan Qiu has managed to swell.

Chapter 60

Wan Qiu's hands grasped his arm, and under his long sleeves, Wan Qiu seemed to remember the various marks left on his arm.

Like dead branches that have lost their life, they are covered with rough ravines.

Wan Qiu rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hands, and put them under the light.

However, Wan Qiu was suddenly stunned and looked at his arm.

Under the light, it was still a thin arm, but it was a little fatter than in my memory, revealing a healthy blood color.

Wan Qiu lifted his arm, looking for the memorable scar that had been on his body all along, and it seemed less obvious.

Wan Qiu was at a loss.

Chu Zhang smiled and let Wan Qiu fall into doubt.

Wan Qiu repeatedly searched for those traces, and while doubting the appearance of his memory, Chu Zhang laughed.

It's like a cat chasing its own tail.

"Wanqiu, come and see this." Chu Zhang interrupted Wan Qiu and reversed the mobile phone in his hand.

Wan Qiu's eyes looked at the mobile phone in Chu Zhang's hand.

In the mobile phone, it is a photo of Wanqiu taken by Chu Zhang just now.

In the photo, Wan Qiu is sitting on a soft blanket, his legs unconsciously curled together, although his shoulders are a little collapsed, facing the camera, looking a little confused.

Wan Qiu looked at it, as if he was looking at a photo of someone else with the same face as himself.

"Such a pitiful and pitiful photo, why do we Wanqiu say that we are ugly?" Chu Zhang half-tilted his head, turned the phone upside down and looked at it himself, "Our Wanqiu has a small skeleton and big eyes, how can you look cute?"

Chu Zhang's words made Wan Qiu's eyes widen.

The people in the photos are actually good-looking.

But Wan Qiu felt that it didn't seem like it was him.

"Mom is really, she just knows how to dress you, but she forgets to let you know that she is cute."

Chu Zhang suddenly threw his hand aside, and suddenly grabbed Wan Qiu's arm and stood up.

Wan Qiu subconsciously helped the ground to stand up, and staggered to follow the slightly rough Chu Zhang to the fitting room.

The automatic sensor light in the fitting room instantly illuminated everything, forming a strong contrast with the comfortable light in the bedroom, and Wan Qiu subconsciously squinted.

After adapting to the lighting, Wan Qiu had already been brought by Chu Zhang to the huge fitting mirror.

It was bright, as if it was a mirror leading to the door of another world, framing the shadows of Wan Qiu and Chu Zhang in the same world.