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Zhan Beirong can't laugh or cry. Mu Shuishan's reason for buying something for her is just right. He can't find any fault at all.

"Good." Zhan Beirong answered a word, then got up and walked forward.

Mu Shuishan saw Zhan Beirong so obedient, but he couldn't help laughing. Zhan Beirong, who came out with himself, could always subvert his other idea of him.

Mu Metasequoia obediently lying on the table, or can only put his head on his left hand, right hand a force to hurt badly, eyes blooming stars, has been staring at even the back to see the explosion.

Mu Metasequoia is only committed to the infatuation of flowers, and doesn't realize that someone is creeping towards him.

When Mu Shuishan heard a flustered and right voice, he sat up. The bag he had just put on the side of the table was gone. Looking around, a boy was holding his bag in his hand and running to the front.

What's the situation? On the street, so aboveboard robbed? How can I have such bad luck recently!

Mu Shuishan grits his teeth. As soon as he is about to chase the boy who takes his bag away, he is suddenly held by Zhan Beirong. He puts the milk tea on his hand and throws it to him with a sentence, "you wait here."

Before Mu Metasequoia responded, Zhan Beirong had already run to the front.

Let yourself wait here? How can this be? The villain is so bold to take his things away. How can he let him go easily!

Mu Shuishan took two mouthfuls of milk tea first. Anyway, there was Zhan Beirong, and his things must be able to get back. Then he walked quickly in the direction where Zhan Beirong had just left.

Sure enough, not long after he left, Mu Shuishan saw Zhan Beirong seize the man who stole his bag, but the boy was very stubborn. He protected his bag in his arms, but he refused to give it to Zhan Beirong.

This has been caught, how can you still be so determined? Is it difficult for this boy to have a special liking for his bag? What's more, if Zhan Beirong is still so stubborn, he won't come to a good end anyway.

Sure enough, when Zhan Beirong was impatient to fight against the boy who had been sitting on the ground, Mu Shuishan seemed to find something wrong. Reflexively, he quickly said: "don't hit him!"

Zhan Beirong's outstretched hand stopped in an instant, and he looked at Mu Metasequoia not far away doubtfully.

Mu Shuishan trotted over with warm milk tea in his arms. He took a closer look at the boy sitting against the wall. When he took a closer look, he was only 11 or 12 years old. Now it's autumn, and the weather has been getting cold for a long time. However, the boy is still wearing a very thin dress, much thinner than a normal child.

"Beirong, let him go." Mu Shuishan looked at Zhan Beirong and said softly.

Zhan Beirong frowned tightly. He didn't know what Mu Shuishan meant. He loosened his hand that was just pulling the boy's collar.

I saw Mu Shuishan squatting in front of the boy, with a look of abnormal panic, but still insist on something.

"What's your name?" Mu Shuishan raised a smile and looked at the boy's black face gently.

The boy trembled, hugged the things in his arms, pursed his lips and refused to speak.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, but only if you answer my question well, and you have to correct the mistake you made today, otherwise... I'll have to send you to the police station." Mu Shuishan said coldly in his voice, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, a very serious appearance. As soon as the boy heard the word "police station", he was so scared that the whole person was scared. Subconsciously, he said, "I don't want to go to the police station!"

The boy was about to cry. He hesitated for a while. Then he loosened his bag and handed it to Mu Shuishan. "I'll give it back to you."

Mu Shuishan put his bag on the ground. He had seen many people in the police station before. At a glance, he guessed that the boy's heart was not bad. Maybe there were other reasons for him to steal other people's things at this age.

"How many times have you taken other people's things?" Mu Shuishan asked directly.

The boy swallowed saliva, suddenly some fear Mu Metasequoia, had to weakly said: "the first... The first time."

"I don't mean to take your things, but today, Lele's birthday, I want to buy her a cake, but I have no money." The boy drooped his head and said in a low voice, with a helpless look.

Mu Shuishan frowned, as if he had guessed something in his heart, but he continued to ask: "you... Where are your parents?"

In front of the boy heard Mu Metasequoia asked, head lower more, whispered: "I have no parents."

On one side, Zhan Beirong's face changed and he was surprised.

Mu Shuishan breathed heavily. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. His eyes were full of sympathy and helplessness.

"What's your name again?"“ Xiao Yang Mu Shuishan pursed his lower lips and looked up at Zhan Beirong“ In the future, no matter what happens, don't steal other people's things, you know? There are many solutions, but don't choose the worst one. " Mu Shuishan gently looked at the boy in front of him and said, seeing that he was still a scared look, Mu Shuishan laughed and sorted out some messy clothes of the boy in front of him. He continued comfortingly: "don't worry, I won't send you to the police station." After hearing what Mu Shuishan said, Xiao Yang nodded and relaxed, as if he had taken a peace of mind“ I want to see them. " Mu Shuishan gets up and talks with Beirong. Zhan Beirong stretched out his hand and stroked the hair of xiamu metasequoia. He said "good.". About half an hour later, Mu Shuishan and Zhan Beirong followed the boy to a welfare home. From the outside, it seems that the welfare home is a bit bad. As soon as he entered, Mu Shuishan saw a group of children staring at him and Zhan Beirong in a daze“ Little sister Shan, some children here don't like to talk very much. They are a little bit autistic. " Xiao Yang stands beside Mu Shuishan and reminds him carefully. Mu Metasequoia heart tremble, no wonder he saw a few children stay in the corner, a pair of don't want to pay attention to anyone's appearance. The word "autism" has been spinning in Mu Shuishan's mind for a long time. Thinking of a long time ago, Zhan Beirong didn't want to talk to other people, and he didn't want to close himself up with anyone. Think of those things before, Mu Metasequoia can't help holding Zhan Beirong's hand.