The Late School

It is not easy to live with a child in a big city. Meng Guangxin does not care about Cheng Cheng’s mental health, but because there are too many things and busy work, many things can only be done regardless of the beginning.

Men are not more careful than women. Women are more careful, while men have thicker lines. Their ideas are simple and direct, even rude. They think that what they have to do most is to work hard outside to earn money to support the family and give their families a good material life. They often ignore the spiritual level.

Therefore, many men and women divorce in the city, and the men are always full of grievances and complaints, thinking that their hard work and desperate efforts, but the family members do not understand.

Who can say that Meng Guangxin doesn't love Cheng Cheng enough? Xiaodouding is the only driving force for his life and struggle.He worked so hard to make Cheng Cheng live a better life. Everything started from a good point.

But he also made the mistakes of many men who made money to support his family and ignored his more careful attention to Cheng Cheng.

After talking with Dr. Xie, Meng Guangxin realized his mistake. He left his job this weekend and stayed with Cheng Cheng wholeheartedly.

He obviously felt Cheng Cheng's smile more.

But as the new work week began, he fell into a busy schedule and couldn't get away, and gradually repeated the old way.

One day, when Meng Guangxin went to the kindergarten to pick up the journey from school, the little teacher in the class told him that Cheng Cheng was very good at telling stories, and he was about to hold a story-telling contest in the class and wanted to invite Cheng Cheng to participate.

Meng Guangxin thought this was a good thing, and agreed without asking Cheng Cheng.

"Cheng Cheng, your father is very confident in you, you can, come on." The little teacher leaned over and said to Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng's face was tight and panicked.

She is timid, and when there are too many people, she can't speak, stammers, squats, and speaks not smoothly, let alone telling stories.

This is the case in Xiaohongma Academy. Only when she tells stories to some familiar children, Xiaobai, Xi'er, and Liuliu can she enjoy herself, but once there are too many people, she will panic as soon as there are other stranger children joining. It doesn't work.

The little teacher asked her before. She shook her head and said weakly that she was afraid, but she did not expect her father to agree to it.

She followed her father back home in silence, hurriedly ate dinner, and was sent to Little Red Horse by her father. During the whole process, her father did not tell her about the story-telling game.

But she panicked when she thought of this, and especially needed her father's encouragement and help.

She tends to be autistic and is not good at actively expressing and pouring out. Meng Guangxin has been busy competing for employment these days and has no time to take care of her daughter in detail.

In the great anxiety, Cheng Cheng ushered in the class storytelling competition. She was invited by the little teacher to stand on the podium. Faced with so many children, she panicked and couldn't speak.

The story-telling king is gone, and there is only a helpless Meng Chengcheng.

She was placed in the focus of her sight, at a loss, she didn't say a word.

Coming to the Little Red Horse Academy in the evening, Cheng Cheng was very worried and looked for Xiao Bai everywhere.

Xiaobai is her best friend, and she likes to tell her everything.

Xiaobai is drawing with a group of children, looking very serious.

She stood behind Xiao Bai, leaned forward, and stretched out her head to take a look. It was a slap-sized elf with wings flying in the moonlight. She hadn't painted it completely yet, but Xiao Bai painted it really well.

"Ohhhhhh~~Does it look good?" Xiaobai asked Cheng Cheng back.

Cheng Cheng nodded his head: "Good-looking, Xiaobai, you are really amazing."

"Ohhhhhhhh~~~"

Xiaobai smiled like a hamster who had only eaten it, and continued to draw at the desk.

Cheng Cheng watched for a while and then left silently. He came to the reading area by himself, turned around, looking for the puppets, but they were gone, and they were all taken away by the children.

She stood on tiptoe and took a picture book from the shelf. She didn't understand or recognize the name, but she was still precious, holding it in the corner and sitting down, preparing to read the picture book alone.

She glanced at something falling on the ground at the corner of the bookshelf, and ran over to pick it up. It was a long-eared bunny doll with torn clothes.

Not only the clothes of the little bunny doll are torn, but the left ear is also broken, revealing the PP cotton inside.

No wonder it was thrown on the ground and no children wanted it. It turned out to be a broken bunny.

Cheng Cheng hugged her in his arms distressedly, went to the corner to sit down, and carefully wiped the dust off the little rabbit.

She couldn't even bear to pat it with her hands, for fear that it hurt the little rabbit.

She sorted out her torn clothes, looked at her torn ears, stroked gently, and used her brain to help her, and at the same time, she almost shed tears because of her distress.

With a doll in his hand, you can tell a story. When Cheng Cheng is in the corner, a person tells a story to a broken little rabbit doll.

Meng Chengcheng, who was too scared to say a word during the day, changed his body and became the story king again.

She is the elf in the moonlight in Xiaobai's painting. When there is no one, she is the most agile.

She wants to tell the little bunny in her arms something strange. Looking at the picture book, she guessed and confused. What a coincidence, this picture book story is also about the little rabbit, called "Guess How Much I Love You", it is about the little rabbit. Conversation with mother rabbit.

While speaking, Cheng Cheng held the little rabbit doll and began to cry silently.She missed her mother.

The more I cry, the more I miss my mother, and the more I miss my mother’s grievances, the more surging.

Thinking of the distress during the day, thinking of what I wanted to say to my dad but didn’t say it, thinking of many, many... The little heart can’t hold too much, the little heart only pretends to be father and long-lost masked mother, pretending to be all the little ones in the world Animals, filled with a basket of stories, filled with a little white.

In the corner of the reading area, a child Meng Chengcheng sobbed.

During the day she was so embarrassed, so scared, and didn't cry, but now, facing a broken doll and a picture book that she didn't understand, she cried.

Everyone is inherently strong, and external forces are not easy to break this layer of strength, and they are often breached from within.

Cheng Cheng cried, but didn't notice someone approaching. Under the light, this person's brain was glowing, and it was the bald Luo Zikang.

Luo Zikang spotted Cheng Cheng, stared at her strangely, and left without stopping.

He didn't like the little girl who was younger than him, because he didn't like the little girl who was younger than him at home, who was not born to his mother but said that it was his sister.

He hated Xiao Bai even more, and Cheng Cheng was on Xiao Bai's side, so Luo Zikang didn't like it either.

Even though he found Cheng Cheng was crying, he snorted proudly and left without paying attention, seeming to disdain the little girl crying and crying.

Luo Zikang left. After a while, he happened to pass by here again. He threw two tissues in front of Cheng Cheng in disgust, without saying a word, keeping his funny arrogance, and left.

Da Da Da~~ There was a rush of footsteps, Xiao Bai ran over, looking around to find.

"Cheng Cheng~~~~"

Xiaobai saw Cheng Cheng crying in the corner, yelled, and ran over, holding her little shoulders like an adult.

"Cheng Cheng, do you have paws? Don't cry, don't cry~"

When the summer is hot, the old people say that as long as you whistle into the distance, the wind will blow.

The same is true for tears. When someone "whistles" at it, they come surging.

Facing Xiaobai's comfort, Cheng Cheng threw himself in Xiaobai's arms, holding her clothes tightly with two little hands, and the crying little body was shaking.

Xiaobai panicked and had never seen such a battle.After thinking about it, she realized that she should stretch out her hand, hug Cheng Cheng, and pat her little shoulder gently like a grandmother, while humming softly in her mouth:

"Fight insects, bite your hands. Moths, fly~ Slightly..."