His classmates.

Why can't any of them come?

The people who come to the meeting are people who have love for each other with themselves, and all these people are ......

"So the rest of the people, Wanqiu, do you have their contact information?" Wan Qiu's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Butler Bai.

Wan Qiu looked blankly at the rest of the people, clean and without any signs, but shook his head.

"I don't have their contact information." Butler White also expected this, "Then do you know where they are?" We could drive to invite them. ”

Wanqiu knows.

It's someone he comes into contact with regularly.

Where he will always pass by, where he will always go, and where someone will always give him something.

"It's not a lot, maybe we can invite all of them today." The white butler smiled at Wan Qiu, "Let's go out now, Wan Qiu, you wait here, I'll go get your coat over." ”

Butler Bai nodded to Jiang Chengfeng, who was already sluggish, and stood up and went to the direction of Wanqiu's bedroom.

Jiang Chengfeng looked at the already messy book, these crossed-out names were all names written by Wan Qiu seriously.

Jiang Chengfeng still remembered that when Wan Qiu was thinking about writing these names, he was serious and focused, without showing any expression of disgust and hatred.

But it is clear that these names with marks have done excessive things to Wanqiu and are worthy of being disgusted.

As a special education teacher, Jiang Chengfeng also knows how difficult it is for these children to live in this society because they are a little different from normal people in all aspects.

Wan Qiu is a member of the special children, but Jiang Chengfeng still thinks Wan Qiu is very smart.

He easily memorizes texts, tries to remember what he has been taught, takes everything he does seriously, and has good intentions for anyone.

After careful teaching, the language expression ability has been enhanced.

presented Jiang Chengfeng with a black social circle between children that he could never imagine.

Can a normal child have so much malice?

Don't they know they're spreading malice?

Obviously, as long as you help Wanqiu say a word or two, Wanqiu will remember them well?

Wan Qiu put the book together.

These mixed symbols gave Wan Qiu a very bad feeling, and he didn't want to see it.

When Wan Qiu hesitated, a hand suddenly clasped his head.

It's warm, as if it's just a little bit of coolness in the late autumn indoors.

Wan Qiu quietly poked his gaze out from under this hand and stared at Jiang Chengfeng in front of him.

Jiang Chengfeng was also stunned, and subconsciously took his hand back.

The two people, one big and one small, stared at each other with round eyes, not knowing what the other was going to do.

The white housekeeper brought a coat for Wanqiu to wear, and also wrapped a scarf around Wanqiu, and Wanqiu looked very cute.

Although the clothes Wanqiu wore were thick, they were not heavy, and he could stretch out his hands easily.

In the winter, Wanqiu relied on wearing more socks to put on the summer clothes layer by layer, stacking them thickly, which was not very comfortable, but it would be warm.

Wan Qiu quietly buried himself in the soft scarf, and the soft touch of the scarf fascinated Wan Qiu.

Even if the cold wind of autumn can blow away the emerald green color of the leaves, it will no longer bring the cold that penetrates into the bone marrow of Wanqiu.

Looking at the quietly bald branches, some stubborn yellow leaves hanging, the air is the dry smell of autumn.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Chengfeng noticed Wan Qiu's gaze, looked at the crumbling fallen leaves, and wondered if he should simply let Wan Qiu learn to form sentences.

"Before, I only looked at the ground."

However, Wan Qiu's words made Jiang Chengfeng stunned: "Why are you looking at the ground?" ”

"On the ground, you can pick up garbage, you can exchange money." Wan Qiu's little hand held it, as if holding that little bit of dime, "In autumn, help people sort out the leaves, you can have a delicious meal." ”

Jiang Chengfeng was instantly stuck, and the wind and snow in the autumn colors were transformed into a withered reality.

"I help my brothers and sisters pick up leaves." The corners of Wan Qiu's mouth were slightly hooked, as if he thought of happy memories, "They roast sweet potatoes, and I have them too." ”

It is a slightly burnt taste, but it is also a sweet taste.

Wan Qiu brought one home and gave it to Ning Qiaozhen.

Ning Qiaozhen also ate it.

It was a memory that would make him happy.

The sweet potatoes for my mother are also very happy memories.

Wan Qiu lowered his head, his cheeks even flushed slightly, as if he had tasted the sweetness that would burn his hands and reach the tip of his tongue again, but the small tingling sensation was joyful.

Butler Bai said: "The brothers and sisters you helped must also be very happy, you have spent a happy time together. ”

Wan Qiu raised his eyes, nodded, and a small smile was a sweet sugar-sprinkled cake piled up with satisfaction and joy, which exuded a sweet taste in a fine and dense manner.

Those symbols that were recorded in the notebook and made Wan Qiu's heart empty were diluted by joy and disappeared without a trace.

And now the reason why he took the initiative to go out in the autumn was to prepare a birthday party.

It is a beautiful banquet to create for a time spent happily with other people.

It will definitely be the same as sweet potatoes, full of sweetness, softness, warm memories, and joyful things.

Chapter 67

This time, there were two cars, one for the bodyguard and Jiang Chengfeng, and the other for the bodyguard as the driver, and the white butler and Wan Qiu sat in the back seat together.

In order to reassure Yang Xiaoyu, Chu Jianshu deliberately arranged for two people to follow.

"Wanqiu, have you ever thought about where the birthday party will be held?" Inside the car, the white butler said, deciding to help Wanqiu simplify the options, "You can hold it at home, you can go to a restaurant, or you can choose the kind of karaoke-style restaurant that can sing."

Among Wan Qiu's invitees this time, in addition to his family, there are quite a few small shop owners, as well as school doormen.

For achieving a happy ending for everyone, Butler Bai's choice for Wanqiu will not be set in a too high-end place.

But......

Wanqiu has no concept.

How the restaurant holds a birthday party, and what a KTV-style restaurant is, Wanqiu doesn't understand.

"Then I'll take you to see it." Butler Bai smiled, "There are still a lot of social practice contents today, and Wanqiu may work a little harder." ”

Will it be hard?

Wan Qiu felt that since he arrived at the Chu family, he didn't seem to have encountered anything very hard.

Even if you are tired enough to fall asleep, it is not a hard job.

The white housekeeper took Wanqiu to some selected places, and it was very suitable wherever Wanqiu chose.

Jiang Chengfeng was mixed in, he just took the title of a teacher, and he couldn't do anything about it.

As a teacher, it is also very important for children to have a sense of money, but the white butler stopped him.

All about money, all the things are obscured by the white butler.

"The third young master is very aware of the importance of money because of the reasons he has experienced, and now whether it is Mr. or Mrs., they all hope that the third young master will first pay attention to his own desires compared to money, of course, Doctor Yan also agrees, you don't need to worry."

The elegant butler said to Jiang Chengfeng with a deliberately lowered voice.

Jiang Chengfeng could understand that the Chu family's concern for Wanqiu was like using layers of melted sugar water, slowly and meticulously soaking through the bitterness that was visible to the naked eye.

Wanqiu didn't know how to choose.

But if there is a home in the options, Wanqiu will choose a home directly before seeing these places.

For Wan Qiu, there is no better place in this world than home.

"Then it's going to be held at home." Butler Bai smiled and greeted Wanqiu, "Then do you need to prepare some decorations at home?" ”

Wan Qiu looked at the white butler blankly: "Decorations? ”

"For example, beautiful streamers, flowers made of colored paper, etc." Jiang Chengfeng said that these are common handicraft classes for primary school students, and they often appear on festivals such as Children's Day.

Butler Bai raised his eyebrows, thought about it and decided not to make a sound, even if he wanted to take Wanqiu to a flower shop and order some fresh cut flowers suitable for his birthday to be delivered to his home on the same day.

Or choose some new tablecloths, tea sets, cups, etc. that match the mood and scene.

Hand-made flowers.

The white butler also has some tips for this.

The white housekeeper noticed that the bodyguard who was not close was talking on the phone, and it could be guessed that Yang Xiaoyu was anxiously asking about the situation.

At the beginning, Yang Ze took Wanqiu out, and there was a gentleman who helped to conceal it, otherwise Mrs. would have been so anxious to keep calling and asking.

"Next up is going to make a custom cake, right?" The white butler said to Wan Qiu, "What kind of cake does Wan Qiu like?" ”

Cake?

Wan Qiu's mind came to the idea that Yang Ze had a time when he seemed to like the cake that he brought him when he came back at night.

There are many, many flavors, with a whole and a small piece.

"I want everyone to like it." Wan Qiu replied.

Butler Bai noticed that the driver was smiling because of Wanqiu's answer, and he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

"Everyone has different tastes, and there is only one birthday cake, so Wanqiu just needs to choose what he likes." The white butler explained to Wanqiu seriously.

Favorite birthday cake?

When Wan Qiu secretly inquired about how to celebrate his birthday, he also learned that he had to eat cake for his birthday.

Is there any difference from the cake you usually eat?

Wan Qiu thought hard, looked up and said to Butler Bai, "I like what everyone likes." ”

"Hmm......" Butler Bai's smile was a little more helpless, "This time I will ask the chef to make more cakes with different flavors, so that everyone can eat what they like, so Wanqiu only needs to choose what he likes this time." ”