The days seemed to be passing slowly, but four years passed in the blink of an eye.
It's spring, and the flowers are blooming. In our big house by the sea, Abai always feels spring sleepy, and always squeezes in beside me to bask in the sun, and snuggles closer to me little by little.
Jun Changqian is getting busier and busier, and he often sees his good friends Yu Bei and Le Siyuan coming home. The three of them often chat in the study, and they chat for an entire afternoon.
Uncle Zhong often makes delicious food for them, saying that they use their brains to think about things and need to take a good rest.
When I come out of the study, I always shake my head and say: "Young Master, you are working so hard. Why do you have to do this if you are just giving in to the old man?"
I don’t understand. I like to cuddle up with Abai and draw. Jun Changqian taught me how to draw. He was not so busy before. Even if he is very busy now, he still spends one or two hours with me every day.
When I was alone, he asked me about my experiences in school and the problems I encountered. He played the role of a parent very well.
I had breakfast early in the morning and came back from a walk with Abai. When I was nestling on the beach and watching the sunrise, I heard someone calling me.
"Speechless."
Looking back, I saw Jun Changqian coming down the stairs. He walked very slowly on the spiral staircase, and his long legs seemed to be walking at an international exhibition.
I smiled slightly, touched Abai's head, and then stood up.
"Have you had breakfast?" His voice was as clean as ever, like a clear spring, slowly flowing into my heart.
I nodded and didn't take the initiative to approach. Although he often rubbed my hair, hugged me, etc., I was probably too afraid of being abandoned, so I rarely let myself show dependence.
"I just want to go to the studio. Come, take you to school." He waved to me. I walked over obediently, opened the door of the passenger seat, sat in, put my schoolbag on my knees, and looked in the rearview mirror.
You can see Jun Changqian's appearance.
His hair is jet black, covering his forehead casually in the spring light. He seems to particularly like wearing shirts. The white shirt is tied into black trousers. It does not look mature, but it looks very clean and clear.
Sensing my gaze sizing him up, Jun Changqian turned to look at me and asked gently: "What's wrong? Is there anything going on at school?"
I shook my head, looked back quietly, and stared at the green belt beside the road.
Actually, I have something to do. The teacher said that there will be a spring outing next week. It would be best if my parents can accompany me.
The terms "Mom and Dad" are very unfamiliar to me. Apart from Uncle Zhong and Jun Changqian, the only one left in the family is Ah Bai.
Sometimes I wonder, where are my parents? Did they abandon me because I am mute?
That's not right. I clearly heard Jun Changqian tell Uncle Zhong that I was not congenitally mute. My vocal cords are good and I can make sounds.
If they didn't abandon me because I was mute, then where were they?
Uncle Zhong occasionally muttered in front of me: "The young master has been busy recently, so if you don't say anything, just stop bothering him less, you know?"
Although I want Jun Changqian to accompany me, it is actually okay for Uncle Zhong to accompany me.
The car stopped smoothly in front of the school. I was about to open the door and get out of the car when Jun Changqian suddenly stopped me: "Speechless."
I turned around and asked with my eyes: "What's wrong?"
Jun Changqian said: "Next Wednesday or Thursday, right? I will make time."
He actually knows that our school is organizing a spring outing next Wednesday and Thursday? And will he take time to go with me?
I felt very happy. For the first time, I did something that I will remember for the rest of my life.
I leaned forward, grabbed his arm, and kissed him on the cheek.
I saw the color in his eyes change, it was surprise, stunned, and something else.
Jun Changqian has been very kind to me in the past four years. He buys me some small gifts and takes me out to play. Now he and his friends share a studio, and he often picks me up after school.
But I rarely express my closeness. This is the first time I take the initiative to get close to him! The skin on his cheek has a low temperature. When my lips touch it, it feels very light, like kissing a big marshmallow.
