Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 594 I Only Have You (21)

He probably didn't want to learn, so even when he returned to school, he wouldn't listen to the teacher when he was in class.

Either staring at the leaves outside the window in a daze, or turning his head to look at his deskmate.

The soft and slightly curly hair is pressed by the arm,

His dark and wet eyeballs remained motionless, staring intently at the side face of his little deskmate, despite the red marks on his face.

Yun Si also knows that with his current foundation, the content of the lectures is simply fantasy,

She didn't force him to listen, she planned to copy the notes and teach him by herself when she went home.

When the first class was about to end, the quiet young boy stretched out his hand and tugged at his little deskmate.

When the little deskmate looked over with a pen in his hand, he slowly licked his dry lips, rustling, "Water."

The little deskmate paused, put down the pen, turned around and picked up the water bottle from the side of his schoolbag.

Open it and hand it to him.

The little boy began to quietly hold the water bottle and suck it.

Every day when going out, Yun Si will fill with water.

The jug is huge, probably holds more than a liter.

The little boy lowered his head and drank nearly a quarter of it.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he handed the water bottle back just in time.

Yun Si covered the kettle and put it back in the side of her schoolbag.

"You, don't you want to drink?"

He lay on the desk, stared at her, and asked slowly.

Because of drinking water, his lips are no longer dry, they are ruddy, like ripe and soft peaches,

In the sunlight, his cheeks were as white as cicada wings, delicate yet fragile,

The wet eyes stared at her unblinkingly, focused and serious.

Yun Si glanced at him, shook her head, "I'm not thirsty."

The young man let out a gentle oh, and stopped talking.

The mode of quiet little sheep has been restored again, with super long standby time.

When Zhou Simin came back from get off work, he received a call from the police.

As soon as the police hung up the phone, the next second, they received a call from the person in charge of the orphanage.

Song Jing's relevant information was sent to the orphanage by the police, so the orphanage called to ask for details.

Zhou Simin answered what he knew one by one.

When she got home, she had just changed her shoes when she noticed movement in the kitchen.

The voices of two children came from the kitchen door, and the sound of running water from the faucet.

Zhou Simin changed her shoes, put down her bag, and walked over to have a look, "Si Si? Xiao Jing?"

Walking over, she was slightly stunned when she saw the child inside.

I saw a half-grown child, one standing on a stool, tiptoeing, washing rice under the faucet.

One moves a small bench, sits there, and chooses vegetables.

Methodical, two and a half older kids, didn't mess up the kitchen at all,

The little girl with the ponytail, saw her, immediately stood up, raised a cute smile,

"Mom, you're back."

"Si Si and brother Song Jing are very good, helping mother cook."

"." Zhou Simin didn't speak, but looked at Song Jing.

The young boy has obviously done this kind of thing a lot, and his movements are actually very skillful.

It's just that I'm not tall enough, so I need to step on a bench and tiptoe to touch the faucet.

He lowered his head, was very quiet, and didn't respond.

Slow people are very insensitive to changes in the outside world,
He seemed to be immersed in his own world, only focusing on doing his own thing well.

Zhou Simin looked at him with a twinkle in his eyes.

The little girl Yunsi looked at him, then pulled his clothes,
"Brother Song Jing, mom is back."

　There is no need to question whether children can cook. The children of poor people are already in charge of the house. When I was a child, I was really able to cook and sweep the floor at the age of seven.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)