Wan Qiu complied with Chu Yigui's movements and lay down beside him.

Chu Yigui also lay down together, and during the day today, they were still lying on the same bed together.

"Let's chat, hypnosis?" Chu Yigui's voice, with a sick hoarseness, but a deliberately relaxed and ridiculous timbre, said to Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu's hand quietly clenched the futon.

What Chu Yigui said in his ear yesterday, Wan Qiu still remembers.

Chu Yigui lay in the futon, did not look at Wanqiu, but said, "Brother, have you ever lost something that you cherish?" ”

Wan Qiu was stunned, he couldn't remember it for a while.

All the things he got were cherished.

Chu Yigui didn't want to get Wan Qiu's answer.

"The loss of my brother has a great impact on everyone, whether it is my parents, or my eldest brother and second brother."

Chu Yigui actually didn't know much about Wan Qiu's loss.

When he came to the Chu family, he was already like this.

"The loss of my brother is painful for everyone, day after day, year after year."

Chu Yigui turned his head sideways and looked at Wan Qiu.

"The guilt and pain of every day are piled up in emotions little by little, and they will crush a normal person."

Wan Qiu seems to understand whether he understands or not.

"Brother, what if you ......" Chu Yigui opened his mouth, with a little selfishness, and asked, "What will happen to me if you lose it?" ”

At this moment, such empathy made Wan Qiu immediately understand Chu Yigui's words.

He lost Chu Yigui?

At a time when he didn't understand what death was, he thought he had lost his grandmother.

How did he feel at the time?

Don't understand, don't understand.

Now Wanqiu always remembers her grandmother.

Grandma is the one who occupies a very important part of his life.

It's very uncomfortable.

Wan Qiu couldn't describe the sensation at all, as if water was gathering from his body little by little, spreading to his lungs, making it impossible for him to breathe.

If it is replaced by Chu Yigui......

"Brother." Chu Yigui interrupted Wan Qiu's imagination, "Don't imagine, this incident didn't happen." ”

Wan Qiu found that his eyes looking at Chu Yigui were a little blurry.

He blinked, and something went down from the corner of his eye, leaving a trail of warmth that was somewhat moist.

Chu Yigui stretched out his hand and wiped away Wan Qiu's tears.

"It's okay, my brother has come back, as long as my brother comes back, everything will be fine."

Wan Qiu thought of his family.

The feeling of suffocating makes it hard just to think about it, so are other people like this for a long time?

Have you been so sad all the time?

"Brother, don't think about it." Chu Yigui used his voice to guide Wanqiu.

Wanqiu is smart.

When he just understood and accepted his emotions, he was always sensitive to everything he could experience, without moderation.

Chu Yigui didn't want Wan Qiu to understand the current situation that was too complicated for him so quickly.

"Mom, are you angry?" Wan Qiu asked.

"No, I'm worried."

Chu Yigui's voice seemed to be muttering before going to bed, calm, soothing Wan Qiu's anxiety

"Is Daddy too?"

"Hmm."

"Is the second brother too?"

"Hmm."

Wan Qiu thought of Yang Ze.

"Did I make them worried?"

"Hmm." Chu Yigui said.

Is that or is it his fault?

If it weren't for him, no one else would be so worried.

"It's not my brother's fault, my brother isn't doing what he can't do, because everyone's emotions are sick, and they are more sensitive than anyone else." Chu Yigui said.

Wan Qiu raised his eyes blankly.

It seems to understand, but it seems to not understand.

"My brother will understand slowly, it just takes a little time." Chu Yigui said.

"How long?" Wan Qiu asked.

Chu Yigui was dumbfounded.

Wanqiu was anxious.

If we had understood earlier, would we have been able to find a cure for the disease?

"Brother, you don't need to do anything." Chu Yigui said, "Now that my brother is here, it is the best treatment." ”

Wanqiu didn't understand.

Wan Qiu could only choose to trust Chu Yigui as always.

He doesn't need to do anything.

Because it was my brother who said it.

"Hmm." Wan Qiu responded.

He did things that would have made people worry.

But he believed that what he had done was not wrong.

It's just that his family is more worried than others.

Wan Qiu closed his eyes, and the too cold rainy night returned to Wan Qiu's eyes.

Yang roared angrily with a hideous expression.

Even if his younger brother said that he didn't need to do anything, Wan Qiu could never forget that moment, when he was under Yang Ze's control, Yang Ze's appearance was eye-catching.

Chu Yigui watched Wan Qiu close his eyes, and his breathing gradually evened out.

Compared to him, Wan Qiu seemed to be even more tired.

Even if he was in a daze, he could feel the coldness of Wan Qiu's constant change of towels.

Lying on the bed, the dizziness that would constantly haunt him dissipated a lot.

The chaotic dreams that he had been doing in the first half of the night that made him dizzy disappeared because of Wan Qiu by his side.

Out of selfishness, Chu Yi asked what would happen to Wan Qiu if he lost it.

It's childish, the act of trying to prove one's existence through words.

But at that moment, all the emotions that Wan Qiu fell into turned into unconscious droplets.

He used his fingers to touch Wan Qiu's feelings for him.

Moist and lukewarm.

Soon disappeared in his fingertips, but the residual emotion burned him.

Chu Yigui didn't tell Wan Qiu much.

The more Wan Qiu accepts these complicated things, the more chaotic they become.

His older brother is smart.

His older brother had a unique intuition.

Wan Qiu only needs to know the simplest now, just because he is worried.

Wanqiu had some chaotic dreams.

He remembered the memories of the mess discarded in the corner.

Wan Qiu was still very sleepy in his dreams, so sleepy that he could barely read the words in his memory.

But those messy words emerged little by little, stacked in front of Wan Qiu's eyes, showing Yang Ze's face.

Wan Qiu couldn't read the text, but he remembered the expression on this face that belonged to Yang Ze.

Those dense words tore at Yang Ze like ants, he was alive, but he couldn't struggle in the pain of being bitten, endured the pain, and couldn't even make a sound.

When Wanqiu opened his eyes, it was already noon.

Looking at the air blankly, Wan Qiu sat up.

If......

What if the words that I said in my memory, hidden in the words, were really heard by my family?

What would happen if his parents, eldest brother and second brother saw him come back and resented them?

Wanqiu can't imagine.