"Baby?" Yang Xiaoyu wanted to touch Wanqiu.

Wan Qiu looked at Yang Xiaoyu's hand, which was getting closer and closer, and suddenly turned sideways and left the range of Yang Xiaoyu's touch.

He leaned against the other side of the vehicle.

Wan Qiu refused to be touched by Yang Xiaoyu.

Yang Xiaoyu's hand was stretched out in the air.

Wan Qiu heard his own heartbeat.

The sound of a strong heartbeat slammed into his nerves like a drumstick, and there was a violent vibrating sound.

And Wan Qiu saw Yang Xiaoyu curl up his hand, Yang Xiaoyu just half leaned down.

Her long curls on her shoulders fell partially.

"Baby, you're angry, aren't you?"

It was not the same as Wan Qiu's thoughts, the absolute annoyance.

There was no irritability and impatience in Yang Xiaoyu's voice, the sound of flowing quietly like a trickle of water diluted Wanqiu's fear.

"I'm sorry, baby." Between Yang Xiaoyu's eyebrows, there was no resentment, "It's my mother's mistake." ”

Suddenly, Wan Qiu, as if in the door that had been opened, did not see the pain that was coming.

Not the mother he couldn't even remember her face.

He could see Yang Xiaoyu's beautiful face, his favorite chestnut wave-like long curly hair, and Chu Jianshu's tall figure standing not far away, as solid as a towering mountain peak.

"I hate it."

When the first word is spoken, those emotions that have been suppressed in the heart and have not been able to vent are like balloons filled with water that have risen to the maximum, and suddenly they have been pierced with a small hole.

All the clear water burst through the small breach in an instant and poured out.

"I hate being abandoned, I don't want to be abandoned, why should I be abandoned."

Wan Qiu curled up.

"I don't want it, I don't want it, don't abandon me."

Yang Xiaoyu was already half-kneeling on the car seat, and here, she heard the trills in Wan Qiu's voice more clearly than anyone else.

"I've been obedient, why don't you want me."

"Don't leave me behind, take me away."

Wan Qiu curled up, and the fear of death that had once faced death finally poured out.

When he was abandoned by Ning Qiaozhen, Wanqiu was crying and afraid, but he still didn't dare to let himself go.

Wan Qiu didn't dare to complain, he didn't dare to get angry, he didn't dare to show his uneasiness that had almost broken into a huge hole.

No matter how comforted Wan Qiu is, there is a place to go if he is abandoned, but Wan Qiu is still afraid of being abandoned.

"Don't abandon me, why abandon me."

"Why are you doing this, are you going to want me sooner or later?"

Wan Qiu didn't even look at the people around him.

Wan Qiu felt that someone was touching him, but such a touch would only make Wan Qiu feel frightened.

Even if you don't understand it.

Even if you don't understand what death is.

But the instinct of life in the face of death cannot disappear.

The feeling of life being lost from his body was so terrifying for Wan Qiu......

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry, it's Mommy's fault."

Yang Xiaoyu got into the car directly, where was there still half an image of the past, she stepped forward and wanted to hug Wanqiu.

Wan Qiu was reluctant to let Yang Xiaoyu touch him, and in his complete excitement, this accomplice who participated in abandoning him was the object of anger for Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu wanted to push Yang Xiaoyu away, but Yang Xiaoyu was very determined to get close to him.

When Wan Qiu's palm swept over the silky clothes on Yang Xiaoyu's shoulder, he suddenly grabbed Yang Xiaoyu's hair.

Fingers wrapped around those hairs and tore at them.

Yang Xiaoyu was in pain, and looked up with Wanqiu's strength, but she didn't want to go out like this.

Chu Jianshu opened the car door on the other side and hugged Wan Qiu from behind.

Chu Jianshu's hand held Wan Qiu's hand that was pulling Yang Xiaoyu's hair, but he didn't use force.

"I'm sorry, Wanqiu."

Chu Jianshu's expression was tense, and in his expression, which was always unfazed, he finally revealed his panic.

"I'm sorry, Wanqiu, it's Dad who is wrong, Dad won't abandon you, absolutely not, you believe Dad once, believe Dad again, okay?"

Wan Qiu suddenly struggled.

He has always liked to be embraced, and he has never struggled so fiercely.

Like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body, he did not curl up, but struggled to stab at everything around him, driving away the fear-symbolizing beast that was chasing him, and struggling in a panicked and disorderly manner.

Yang Xiaoyu was pulled by her hair, very embarrassed, but she gritted her teeth and didn't say anything.

No one knows what that abandonment meant to Wanqiu.

No one knows how much stimulation the word 'abandonment' can have on Wanqiu.

Everything Wanqiu insisted on, even if he didn't like it, the reason to stick to it was just to not be abandoned.

And this time, everyone was in a panic, seeing the horror that Wan Qiu couldn't hide at all.

Wan Qiu almost lost his mind.

His voice was like weeping, but there were no tears.

The white housekeeper and the other servants wanted to go up to help, but they were stopped by Yang Xiaoyu.

Chu Yigui stood aside, watching the chaotic scene.

It was as if I had seen the sand castle that Wanqiu had worked so hard to pile up, but it eventually poured down and lost all its shape.

Chu Yigui wanted Wan Qiu to know the negativity and the darkness.

But at this moment, Chu Yigui once again realized that he was wrong.

He was like a frog at the bottom of a well, seeing only a small piece of bright sky, far from being able to guess the vast world beyond the well.

His brother is a flower that blooms in the ruins.

His brother, in the worst rotten world, showed the most beautiful colors.

After his brother knew everything, he chose beauty.

Chu Yigui stepped forward, and the steps under his feet were vain.

It was as if it was not stepping on the ground, but a weak frog, using its limbs, trying to climb to the mouth of the well.

He wanted to know the world that Wanqiu saw.

"Brother." Chu Yigui's voice seemed to break through Wan Qiu's anger and fear, and grabbed Wan Qiu's only remaining reason, "You have a home." ”

Wan Qiu vaguely seemed to notice something.

In front of his eyes, there seemed to be the paper house that he and Wan Qiu made together with a small light bulb that flashed with a small light bulb.

Wan Qiu blinked, and everything in front of him seemed to be gradually returning.

There seemed to be something tangled in his hand.

Wan Qiu let go of his hand, and something was pulled out of his palm.

Wan Qiu looked over, it was Yang Xiaoyu's hair.

He was hugged by Chu Jianshu and held his wrist, this was not a clamp, but a wrapped gesture.

Wan Qiu vaguely reacted to what had happened.

At this moment, Wan Qiu sensed that something was wrong.

In the depths of his memory, those memories that have almost been forgotten, are he as hysterical as his current self?

Wan Qiu only remembered to protect Chu Yigui well, so he would react to Chu Yigui's voice.

At this moment, Wan Qiu seemed to see that the bad memories of the past had turned into imminent consequences, which would soon befall him.

The next moment, Wan Qiu was suddenly hugged.

In front of Wan Qiu's eyes, the strands of hair that had just been torn in his hands were wrapped around him at this time.

Chu Jianshu's wrist on his waist loosened a little, but he didn't let go of him.

Wan Qiu's hands, the confused void in mid-air.

I thought that the punishment would come, but it did not come.

"I'm sorry, baby, there won't be anything like this in the future, mom will never abandon you, I'm sorry baby." Yang Xiaoyu buried her cheek between Wan Qiu's neck.

Chu Jianshu opened his mouth, and finally only sighed.

"How could Daddy abandon you?"

Wan Qiu leaned on Chu Jianshu's body, but was held by Yang Xiaoyu.

It's as if it's wrapped.

Wanqiu is gradually calming down.

The brief outburst, but only a sudden pour of water, quickly drained.

Wan Qiu was stunned, unable to make any response for the time being.

Chu Yigui, who was very close to him, held his fingertips.

Very light.