"It's a pity that I can't participate in the social practice of the third brother." Yang tried to deflect his embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I will take care of the third young master."

The white housekeeper watched Yang Ze enter the bedroom, thought about it and knocked on Chu Yigui's door.

Chu Yigui was also a little surprised when he saw that it was Butler Bai: "Uncle Bai, what's wrong?" ”

"Tomorrow, I will take the third young master and go out with Teacher Jiang for social practice, and the practice content is to let the little young master participate in the process of holding a birthday party."

"Why ......" Chu Yigui wanted to say, why did he take the initiative to tell him about it.

However, the white butler smiled and looked at him with kind eyes.

Chu Yigui didn't ask any more words that he didn't need to ask, and changed the conversation, "Do you want to book a hotel outside, or do you want to hold it directly at home?" ”

Butler Bai thought for a while: "I haven't thought about this matter yet, does the little master have any suggestions?" ”

"Let my brother decide this matter." Chu Yigui's smile was gentle, and in front of the white butler, he showed a little shallow and soft, "Brother is looking forward to the first birthday party, in fact, he only needs the most ordinary and warm banquet." ”

Butler Bai understood that Chu Yigui was hinting at him, and nodded with a smile: "I understand." ”

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Bai." Chu Yigui said.

On the way to leave, Butler Bai's expression at that time still appeared in front of him.

It is rare that he guesses a little bit of the things and thoughts in his heart in the little young master who is comfortable in doing everything.

Regarding Wanqiu's affairs, Chu Yigui has always been quietly paying attention.

It is also because of this concern that it is changing silently.

Sometimes the white butler himself finds it magical.

With just one child, the family is really quietly changing.

Whether it is Yang Ze, who has never expressed himself.

is still the excellent distressing Chu Yigui.

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Wan Qiu sat in the living room, with a notebook and a pen on the coffee table in front of him.

"Think about who you want to invite to your birthday party." Jiang Chengfeng opened the notebook, "Write down the person you think of in your mind." ”

Wan Qiu looked at the paper.

"Anyone who comes to the banquet can be anyone." The white butler said to Wan Qiu, "First of all, write out all the people you can think of first." ”

Jiang Chengfeng looked at the white butler, a real butler who always wears a straight uniform on weekdays, but today he is wearing a white shirt and a gray wool vest, which is less serious and a little more cordial.

Jiang Chengfeng was also a little nervous, ordinary people also have respect and curiosity for people who are engaged in the profession of housekeepers, and he is no exception.

Wan Qiu grabbed the pen.

Butler Bai said that today he and Teacher Jiang came together to lead him to do social practice.

Wanqiu participated in social practice with the aim of following the class and picking up garbage on the streets of the city.

Wan Qiu still remembers that in social practice, everyone was playing in twos and threes, waving the garbage bags in their hands in the air, playing happily.

He followed at the back of the class, watching the other students form teams and have fun.

And this time it was his social practice alone.

The social practice is to prepare a birthday party.

Wanqiu's first name is written as her mother.

Mom, Dad, Big Brother, Second Brother, Younger Brother, Uncle Bai, Teacher Jiang, Sister Zhao......

Wan Qiu wrote, all the people closest to him in this house.

Wan Qiu remembered everyone's names, but he wrote down his name.

It's not just these people.

In Wan Qiu's mind, there are also people who help him clean up, people who have been cooking food for the family, and uncle gardener, and uncle driver......

There is also Uncle Huang Hu, and the aunt in the supermarket, and the owner of the barbecue restaurant......

However, in Wan Qiu's eyes, he once again appeared in the back of his classmates at the back of everyone when he was at the back of everyone.

Wan Qiu remembers the names of all his classmates.

He wrote down everyone's names one by one.

Memories may be messy fragments, but they will not disappear, they are quietly precipitated in Wanqiu's memory.

and finally ......

Wan Qiu's pen stayed on the paper.

The name he wanted to write down.

But he couldn't put pen to paper for a long time.

Jiang Chengfeng noticed Wan Qiu's hesitation and said, "You can write down anyone's name, and then we can filter it." ”

The white butler glanced at Jiang Chengfeng.

And Wan Qiu was affirmed by Jiang Chengfeng, and finally wrote a few words on the snow-white paper.

Ning Qiaozhen, Ning Hai, Wan Xiaohua......

And...... Mom and Dad.

Jiang Chengfeng didn't know who these names were, but the white housekeeper knew.

Even though he knew in his heart that although Wan Qiu no longer had anything to do with Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai, the feelings for those two people in his heart did not dissipate.

I'm afraid Wan Qiu didn't dare to write it down because he was afraid that Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu would know about it.

It can also prove that for the current Wanqiu, the two people who were once the most important to Wanqiu no longer have priority.

"Wanqiu, do you mean Mr. and Mrs. here? Isn't there a repetition of what has already been written here? Butler asked.

Wan Qiu looked at his parents' words, in his chaotic memory, he couldn't even see the complete appearance of the person.

Occasional voices, but even if Wan Qiu is now, he can't think of people.

Wan Qiu looked at these two titles and was uncharacteristically silent.

Probably repeated, the white butler didn't care too much about the two names that were repeated.

"So let's get some people out of the way." Jiang Chengfeng thought that there would be no one in Wanqiu's social circle, but he was surprised when he looked at the names and pronouns written on the full paper.

"Let me do it." Butler Bai planned to Jiang Chengfeng, "I will be more clear about the matter of the third young master." ”

Jiang Chengfeng nodded immediately, facing this housekeeper who was also a high-ranking housekeeper in the Chu family, he must have his thoughts.

The white butler said: "Then Wanqiu, cross out the people you think will not come." ”

Wan Qiu nodded, and the first ones to cross out were Ning Qiaozhen, Ning Hai, Wan Xiaohua, and the parents who followed behind.

Seeing the crossed-out name, Butler Bai confirmed that Wanqiu should have written a repeat.

The white butler looked sideways at Wan Qiu, quiet, well-behaved like a cat, his soft hair hanging down, soft as if his personality.

"Next, let's cross out people who don't usually take the initiative to talk to you." Butler Bai didn't know who these names were written in Wanqiu, but looking at the style, Butler Bai guessed that it was probably Wanqiu's classmate.

Wan Qiu crossed out the names of some of his classmates.

The white butler continued: "Then use the circle again to draw the person who once made you painful. ”

Jiang Chengfeng, who was listening from the side, raised his head abruptly, his eyes were surprised, but the white butler's gaze was always fixed on Wan Qiu's body.

Wanqiu is reminiscing.

Who has ever made him hurt?

It seems to be, a very confusing memory.

In his memory, Wan Qiu put a few circles on the names of some of his classmates.

The white butler narrowed his eyes, are these the names of people who took the initiative to talk to Wan Qiu, but brought malice to Wan Qiu?

"So, who are the people who asked you to do things, and what can you tell me?"

Wan Qiu didn't know who to invite on his birthday, and he would do whatever Steward Bai asked him to do.

"He ......," Wan Qiu pointed to a name, "let me tell a girl that I like you, and let me run after the girl." ”

This man, let him take out the garbage, not when he was on duty.

This man, let him eat what is on the ground.

In Wanqiu's memory, the more he recalls, the more he can be, there is a subtle feeling floating in his heart.

It's like ......

From these names came black bubbles, each of which was something that had happened in Wanqiu's memories.

When these bubbles were held in the palm of Wan Qiu's hand, they suddenly exploded, and the black mist was contaminated in Wan Qiu's palm like a thick oil stain, sticky and smelly.

It's a strange feeling.

It's a place that didn't feel weird at all.

The chef said, don't eat what falls on the ground.

The eldest sister in the family said, don't just say you like it to girls.

The white butler said that don't do what others need to do, it's someone else's duty.

One by one, the things that Wan Qiu occasionally came into contact with in the Chu family now conflicted with everything that happened in his memory.

The things that I never recalled were re-opened in front of Wan Qiu.

These things......

Isn't it a bad thing?

"Then these people probably don't need to be invited." Suddenly, the voice of the white butler sounded in Wan Qiu's ears.

Wan Qiu looked at it, no matter how carefully he drew it, it still turned into a mess of paper, and many of the names on it had been crossed out.