Chu Jianshu sighed deeply.

But it seems that except for refusing to communicate with Yanhua, the others don't seem to be affected much.

Wanqiu will live a normal life, eat normally, don't cry or make trouble, and be as well-behaved as ever.

But Yanhua said, This is not necessarily a good thing.

It is also possible that the situation has deteriorated.

Chu Jianshu had to take Wan Qiu to do another checkup, and Wan Qiu was very cooperative.

Only this time, no problems were found.

Wanqiu has become a dead knot, and no one can find a way to untie it.

Yan Hua proposed a plan for the Chu family, whether a child grows up healthily has an inseparable relationship with the family.

Factors such as a good family atmosphere, love between parents, and a harmonious parent-child relationship can affect Wanqiu's state.

Since you can't start with Wanqiu, let the whole family change something.

The side affects Wanqiu.

Chu Jianshu accepted Yan Hua's suggestion and was also thinking about what to do.

I didn't expect that now, I still have to think about how to communicate love with my family.

——

"Baby, can you talk to your mother, your mother is really scared, can you not do this, baby?"

Wan Qiu felt Yang Xiaoyu's cold hands touch his cheeks.

Wan Qiu could see Yang Xiaoyu's haggard face close at hand.

Mom was much paler than before, as if she had been sucked out of life.

The corners of her eyes were full of red, and the temperature of her touching her hands made Wanqiu feel very distressed.

He didn't want his mother to do that.

I want to be appeased, I want to tell my mother that he's okay.

But he did not dare to speak.

Don't dare to make any moves.

The anger that roared in his heart seemed to take control of his spirit at any moment, breaking through the barrier and hurting others.

- Hypocrisy, really hypocrisy, thinking that a few words can make me so sad about the past and be fine? Since you gave birth to me, you will be responsible for me, have I begged you to give birth to me? Shameless!

- You're still looking for a substitute, to let that damn substitute enjoy my life while I'm suffering, just to give you psychological comfort to yourself?!

Wan Qiu bit her lip and lowered her eyes.

did not give Yang Xiaoyu any reaction.

Wan Qiu's mind was chaotic, and those messy words would appear in his mind from time to time.

Influence his thoughts, influence his thinking.

Wan Qiu knew that his relatives had been unhappy all this time.

Wan Qiu also knew that the reason for being so unhappy was because of him.

Mom and Dad must have been very angry that he refused Dr. Yanhua's guidance.

Dr. Yan Hua must have been disappointed.

The clear memory that was remembered in the dream made Wan Qiu instinctively perceive the malice.

Wan Qiu didn't know what it was, but the aura that was like black oil was poured out to him almost completely between the lines.

It was the first time that Wan Qiu had received emotions of anger, hatred, and disgust so clearly.

Wan Qiu didn't know what it was, obviously thinking that it should be him, but it was too unfamiliar, so he resisted.

These are things that can make people unhappy.

Even more serious than unhappiness are emotions called disappointment, pain, and hatred.

Wan Qiu worked hard to block all these malices, and instinctively imprisoned these black things in his heart.

These things, like sharp knives, once released, are bound to stab others.

He didn't want these things to be seen by anyone but himself anyway.

So Wan Qiu rejected Yan Hua.

He was afraid of what Yan Hua found that could not be discovered.

Those vicious curses were fairly distributed to everyone in the Chu family, and they were especially partial to Chu Yigui.

His brother, his friend, should not be treated like this.

Wanqiu wanted to communicate with those memories, but it didn't work.

It wasn't the soul that existed in his body, it was what had happened, it was his memory, and he couldn't talk to it.

So Wan Qiu was silent.

Before he could completely seal these things up, Wan Qiu remained silent.

Even the people around me are sad now.

——

A week after the sprain on Wan Qiu's foot, there was only a pale blue and purple color, and during the most serious period of the injury, someone would always be by his side to give him ice.

Wan Qiu didn't refuse, just like a doll, letting the people around him do anything to him.

Wanqiu will pick up his mobile phone to play mobile games, and he will also go to the screening room to watch cartoons.

But Wan Qiu's gaze was always fixed on items other than his relatives.

Wan Qiu was always dreaming when he slept, but when he woke up, he would see that Yang Xiaoyu, who was asleep beside him, had already opened his eyes and looked at him.

The look in his eyes was the worried look that Wan Qiu had seen the most during this time.

At this time, Wanqiu would always bury himself with a quilt and turn his back to Yang Xiaoyu.

And Yang Xiaoyu would stretch out his hand, pat him on the body, and sing lullabies regularly, coaxing Wanqiu to fall back asleep.

Wanqiu felt the warmth, her mother's voice, her mother's melody.

But those words seem to be trying to block the warmth of Wanqiu, and they appear again and again.

Wan Qiu spends most of his time sleeping, waiting for those memories to pass.

But the good thing is that time seems to make them less noisy.

A little bit.

Again.

It seems to be gradually fading.

Wan Qiu felt that this seemed to be forgetting.

The words that would recur at first seem to be repeated in detail no longer in detail.

Until one morning, Wan Qiu opened his eyes.

Wan Qiu sat up, and in his room, Chu Jianshu was wearing lounge clothes and working in his room.

Wan Qiu turned his head, through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the gloomy sky of snowfall, and the snowflakes fell in the snow, small, but seemed to make a crisp collision sound.

Wan Qiu suddenly felt peaceful.

Chu Jianshu heard the sound of Wan Qiu getting up, sat up and came to Wan Qiu's side.

The side of the bed was pressed down a little by Chu Jianshu's weight.

"Wanqiu, how are you feeling now?"

Chu Jianshu's voice was softer than ever.

Chu Jianshu's face was also a little paler than it used to be.

"Are you alright?" Chu Jianshu asked again, touching Wan Qiu's forehead with his hand.

So quiet.

Dad's voice is also very good.

Daddy's hands were warm.

The jumbled words in my mind seem to have fallen silent.

There is an inexplicable feeling between the autumns.

It's like ......

In the 50m group stage of the sports competition, he won first place.

Be...... How does it feel to win?

Wan Qiu rubbed Chu Jianshu's palm, as if he was absorbing the temperature of Chu Jianshu's palm.

Chu Jianshu's hand immediately stiffened there, until Wan Qiu raised his eyes to look at him.

It's still clear, translucent, and beautiful.

Chu Jianshu's fingertips trembled slightly, and finally put it down, unconsciously tightening on the soft futon.

"Are you hungry, would you like to eat some fruit? Or do you want your mom to come? ”

Wan Qiu shook his head.

This is already the first reaction Wanqiu gave during this time.

Chu Jianshu received Wan Qiu's response, and his joy gradually dyed his eyebrows, which had been densely covered with melancholy.

"Do you want to drink water?" Chu Jianshu immediately asked.

Wan Qiu nodded.