paranoia

"God gave me a seed indifferently, and I was illuminated by the same sunshine and watered by the same rain, and finally broke through the soil and germinated."

Guan Zhiwen hugged Song Wanzhou, picked his tear-wet hair from his cheeks to behind his ears, and asked softly: "From now on, Yangyang will live as 'Wanzhou' and won't call you 'Eryang' anymore." Okay? But Wanzhou is still our lovely Yangyang, okay?"

With tears in Song Wanzhou's eyes, he replied excitedly: "Okay!"

After receiving Song Wanzhou's affirmative reply, the couple looked at each other and smiled, and then changed the topic to Song Wanzhou's return to study in Hangzhou.

"Yangyang, do you still remember the time when you were studying?" Song Kuanyu turned on the car's Bluetooth and played a soothing song, watching the two people behind them calm down and start the car again.

Song Wanzhou frowned and recalled the past. All he could remember were fragments. After struggling to find useful information from many fragments of memory, he said uncertainly: "I went to kindergarten."

Guan Zhiwen held Song Wanzhou's rosy face and rubbed it back and forth, and asked seriously, "Does Yangyang want to go to elementary school?"

"Is it possible?" Song Wanzhou was naturally happy to hear that he could continue studying, but he had not received formal education in the orphanage, and he was afraid that his new parents would be disappointed if he went to primary school and couldn't keep up with other children.

"Of course you can! Yangyang is so good!" Guan Zhiwen was thoughtful, and he could see Song Wanzhou's worries at a glance. He took his hand and closed it, and his pink mouth opened obliquely, "Yangyang is not good!" Do you believe that you still don’t trust your parents? Mom and Dad know magic, as long as Mom and Dad say yes, Yang Yang will definitely do it.”

Song Wanzhou didn't believe that there was magic in this world for a long time. If there was, why couldn't his prayers be answered day and night? But he didn't want Guan Zhiwen to be disappointed, so he nodded and said firmly: "I can do it .”

Guan Zhiwen tidied up the wrinkled clothes for him, smiled, and said softly: "It's almost here, Yang Yang quickly put the little cake on."

Hearing the news that he was about to arrive, Song Wanzhou felt a little uneasy. He pulled the new clothes on his body back and forth with his small hands, coquettishly coquettishly in Guan Zhiwen's arms. Shall I tell you a secret?"

Guan Zhiwen hugged Song Wanzhou tightly in his arms, put his ear close to his little mouth, and said in a low voice, "Yangyang, hurry up and whisper into mother's ear."

Song Wanzhou bit her lower lip, put her hand into Guan Zhiwen's ear like a trumpet, and said softly, "Mom, I'm actually... I'm not a girl... Mama Yang told me to lie to you. ..sorry."

After he finished speaking, he felt relieved. He felt that Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen were sincerely treating him well, and that they really loved him as a daughter. , Song Wanzhou felt that it was too unfair to them.He didn't want to cheat anymore, if they wanted to send him back, he would accept it, instead of being abandoned in Hangzhou, it would be better to send him back to the orphanage, even if he would be beaten, but at least he would have something to eat.

"Mom, please send me back...and then adopt another girl..." Song Wanzhou became more and more confident. He really envied the child they adopted in the future, so happy, but unfortunately he didn't have this blessing. At this point, the arc of the mouth can hang a bottle of vinegar, "'Song Wanzhou' shouldn't be my name..."

With a puff, Guan Zhiwen laughed, rubbed the wronged Song Wanzhou into his arms, stroked his shoulder-length hair comfortingly, and said jokingly, "Yangyang thinks who changed the new clothes on his body?" yes?"

"Mom? Dad?" Song Wanzhou rubbed on his chest. The fabric felt slippery, unlike that dress that would stick to his hands, so he thought his parents must have bought it for him.

"You idiot Yangyang, why don't you guess why mom bought you boy's clothes?" Guan Zhiwen kissed Song Wanzhou's puzzled face, the more he looked at him, the more he liked it, and he wanted to put the whole thing on The best things in the world were found and placed in front of him.

Song Wanzhou realized later, his eyes were rounded in surprise, he covered his mouth with both hands, and exclaimed indistinctly: "Did Mom and Dad know?!"

Song Kuanyu was sitting in front, with a smile on his dull face. It had been a long time since I saw Professor Guan being so interested in anyone. Even with Professor Guan's share, Song Kuanyu liked Song Wanzhou more and more. I can't help inserting into the warm dialogue later, saying: "Dad will know when he holds you."

"Then why didn't mom and dad send me back... You obviously want a little girl, but I'm a boy."

"Yangyang is talking nonsense again. Mom likes you, and I don't want anything else." Guan Zhiwen took a rubber band to tie Song Wanzhou's hair behind him, and flicked his forehead with his fingers. Yang likes to wear small skirts."

"Yangyang doesn't like to wear skirts, Yangyang is a boy." Song Wanzhou buried in Guan Zhiwen's arms, acting like a baby to her.

"Mom will take you to cut your hair shorter when you go back, okay?" Song Wanzhou's hair was rather withered and yellow due to long-term malnutrition. Guan Zhiwen was going to cut it short for him first and raise it for a while. If he likes it, he can grow it longer.

"Okay! Can Yang Yang have a handsome haircut?"

Guan Zhiwen gently pinched his little nose, and said dotingly: "Yangyang can do whatever he wants!"

"Okay, Professor Guan." Song Kuanyu parked the car at the door and handed his ID card to Guan Zhiwen, "I'll return the car first, and you go get the ticket first."

After picking up the tickets, when Song Kuanyu returned the car and came back, the family of three checked the tickets and boarded the plane just in time.

This wasn't Song Wanzhou's first time on a plane, but it was the happiest one. After finding a seat, he sat between Guan Zhiwen and Song Kuanyu, covering his mouth and dangling his little feet happily.

Song Kuanyu sat outside and ordered two blankets and a small glass of milk for the mother and son.Guan Zhiwen is prone to airsickness, and has to sleep before every flight. Today, because he has to take care of the excited Song Wanzhou, he has not said that he is going to sleep. He is afraid that she will feel uncomfortable, so he specially prepared chewing gum in her bag.

"Is Yang Yang so happy?" The plane took off, Guan Zhiwen's face turned pale due to the momentary weightlessness, but seeing Song Wanzhou's happy face, she was also happy, and couldn't bear to miss his every joyful expression.

Song Wanzhou licked the pure milk in his mouth, and hummed a certain "Yeah!" from his nasal cavity.

Guan Zhiwen fondled him, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you cover your mouth?"

"I'm afraid that if I shout out too happily, I will disturb other people. My grandma taught me not to trouble other people, I remember." Every cell in Song Wanzhou's body was clamoring how happy he is now, He was afraid that he would roar out as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Yangyang is such a good boy." Guan Zhiwen pinched the four corners for him, his head was a little drowsy, he gave Song Kuanyu a look, and closed his eyes.

Song Kuanyu put the finished milk cup in the trash bag, took out a children's book from his school bag, looked at Guan Zhiwen who was uncomfortable and closed his eyes, and whispered to Song Wanzhou: "Good girl, mom Not feeling well, read a book with Dad, don't bother Mom."

Song Wanzhou covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly. After watching "The Little Prince" for a while, he suddenly remembered something and raised his hand to touch the top of Guan Zhiwen's head.

Song Kuanyu asked him what was wrong, and he said with a smile that his grandma told him before that if he touched the top of his head, the pain would be gone.

Song Kuanyu spread out the newspaper in his hand, with an unconcealable smile on his face, he said, "Little clever ghost."

The flight at 21:20 in the evening arrived at Xiaoshan Airport almost at 12 o'clock in the morning. Song Kuanyu dragged the suitcases of the three people with one hand, and held the sleepy Song Wanzhou in the other hand and waited for Professor Guan at the door. She answered the phone.

"Wait in a hurry, Yang Yang is about to fall asleep." Guan Zhiwen put away his phone, hesitating for a while, "Mom told us to go back tonight, I want to see Yang Yang."

"What did Mom say? Why is your face so sad?" Guan Zhiwen had never been able to manage his expressions well, his emotions were all written on his face, and he watched her pacing back and forth from a distance.

"I haven't told our mother that Yangyang is a boy. She just asked me on the phone how old is Yangyang and whether the dress she bought is too small. I don't know how to say it..."

"Hahahahahaha, Professor Guan, who is so eloquent and majestic, will have a day that I don't know how to say, hahahaha."

Guan Zhiwen snorted coldly, turned his head away from the 'bad old man', and said, "Are you still gloating?! Then you go back tonight and explain clearly, Yangyang and I will go tomorrow."

"Don't, don't, Professor Guan, I'm kidding you. There's no reason for a family to go home separately. I'll explain it when the time comes. Don't get angry."

Just waiting for Song Kuanyu's words, Guan Zhiwen accepted it as soon as he saw it, and hummed softly: "It's not too bad."

Song Wanzhou rubbed his eyes and asked innocently, "Mom and Dad, where are you going?"

Song Kuanyu weighed it, held Song Wanzhou tightly in his arms, and said, "Grandma's house, our grandma's house in Wanzhou."

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Welfare home

Guan Zhiwen trotted out of the lounge on high heels, waved to Song Kuanyu who was waiting outside the door, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Song, come here."

"What's wrong?" Song Kuanyu looked at Professor Guan's anxious face, thinking something happened to Eryang, so he hurried over and took her hand.

Guan Zhiwen hesitated for a long time before saying softly, "Yangyang seems to be a boy?"

Song Kuanyu, who had known about it for a long time, asked for Professor Guan's opinion, and said calmly, "Don't you want a boy?"

"No, I was just thinking, if Yang Yang likes to wear small skirts, wouldn't we be unhappy if we secretly changed them for him?"

Until Eryang explained it clearly, Guan Zhiwen always thought that the little boy she adopted just liked to wear women's clothes, and kept silent to respect his preferences, and was thinking about what his room should be like when he returned home. decoration.