The Late School

When I came to Xiaohong Ma, Xiao Bai's appearance, no fine.

Xiaomi shouted her to play in the yard, she won't, sitting in the corner.

Hi Jier hiahiahia teasing her happy, she can't laugh.

Gomery is given to her candy, saying that sweet silk is very happy. Xiaobai believes her evil, tearing open, is a measuring candy, sour, full of gums, and chasing the gumaton.

I have a lot of trouble, the little white mood is finally a lot, but the sky is dark, sitting down, she is sad, depressed.

Cheng is telling her story, talking about big lion paper and bird, the bird is hurt, the big lion is saved, they have become a good friend, spring is here, the bird flew away, the big lion paper is very sad, It depressed.

Little white listened almost depressed.

It is still a class, come and see the children on the first floor, I found someone to sit in the corner, and then ask her what happened. She said that Xiao Hu is left.

Xiao Hu is gone, she is very sad.

Zhang sigh understands this feeling. When he just arrived in Pujiang, he often didn't sleep at night, and he was abandoning everything. Crossing the other world, it will crush on the opposite side, and sleep over the night.

Xiaohong Mac Academy is a regular place, the children here go, the liquidity is very large, maybe you have said that you have played more than a good friend, but the next day he It's not coming, it will never come again.

Zhang sighed a little white, oh, turned and got.

Little white-eyed is sent to his back, doodle, some disappointment and sad.

But in the sight, I saw that the boss found a picture book from the bookshelf, folded back, sitting around her.

"Tell you a story." Zhang sighed.

Xiaobai is curiously aiming in the paint in his hand, the paint does not open, the cover is two small fish, an orange, a green.

"Do you know these words?" Zhang sighed her big words asked her.

Xiaobai for a long time, don't know.

Zhang sigsted her that the book name "Goodbye".

Ok, Xiaobai doesn't understand.

Zhang Qi asked: "These two small fish, do you know?"

This is a small white nod to know, small goldfish, color she also knows, when she painted, the color of the brush.

"Take a name to them." Zhang sighed.

"Take a name?" Xiaobai asked in confusion.

She just came back from Yucheng, when the baby was born, Xiaoqiang's brother gave a name to Xiaobai.

"Little White?" Xiaobai said.

Zhang Jing is crying, is it a small white?

"It's not good to name the white, these two small fish are not white."

Xiaobai feels that according to their color, with the help of Zhang sigh, give them a "small orange", a "small green".

Zhang sighted and turned into the book, "Goodbye taste", he didn't read it before, just now, I found a pity, mainly painting, painting, painting, but color.

He tells a small white story of small fish small orange and small fish.

These two small fish have been made, they used to be a good friend.

However, there is no story! ! ! !

Only one text, telling the little orange experience, that is, goodbye.

Zhang souting uncertain Xiaobai can not understand, but since the open, always try it. He slowly said: "Say goodbye is a hard thing, maybe you can't say the taste. You may have a sad, you may be very angry. You may not want to talk, you may just want to hide "

Zhang Sheng's line of sight left the paint, falling on a small white black black: "Just like you, you don't want to talk, just want to hide, you call you, you don't listen."

Xiaobai thought that Zhang sigh is criticizing her, doodle, and silently.

Although the children look a bit sad and angry, at least she understands, so Zhang sighs to continue to read: "The days are not as fun as before, you may not want to eat, you can't sleep."

Zhang sighted and stopped, ask Xiaobai: "Are you?"

Xiaobai shake his head.

She spurting incense for dinner, as for sleep, now I don't know, I haven't been sleeping yet.

Zhang Jiaqiao stayed, and the child's road will always encounter various unexpected conditions, and it is the most common.

He continued: "Maybe you don't want to think about this, maybe you pretend that there is nothing, how can you not think about it."

Xiaobai doesn't have to sign, take the initiative to nod, she really wants. She just went to see the doll, how did she come back to Xiao Hu? With his small goldfish.

"Yes." Zhang Jing continued to read this, "But don't worry, slowly your mood will get better, you will think of your laughter together, I will think of all the happy things you have done." Do you have anyone thinking? "

Xiaobai Xiaoshi thought seriously, nodded, think of it.

"Yes." Zhang sighed, "Thinking about these things, sometimes you will be happy, sometimes you will feel low, but you will not forget those special times, and you will not forget what you have learned together. You may want to talk to others, may also want to draw a picture. "

Xiaobai immediately ran to find a brush and drawing paper, the wind is fire, and sitting by sighing, hanging on the foot, looking at him.

"Let's wait for the painting, first listen to me." Zhang sighed, "Maybe you will be wonderful, where are they going? What are they doing now?"

Little white is todped, she is a wonderful.

Zhang Sighing: "But life will continue, you will not forget him, because you know how much you miss them, you have been the best friend. You have to remember, in a place, always alone You, guarding you. When you say goodbye and dear, we will be very sad, but you have to keep your happy time. Is it good? "

After reading it.

Little white is distressed.

Zhang sighs: "When you think about playing with Xiao Hu, you must have a lot of happiness."

Little white low, when she looked up, her face had tears.

This cured paint makes her more sad, very like the aurantist story in the shortcomings.

"What's wrong? How to cry?"

Zhang sighs busted down the painting, holding a small white soft shoulder, looking for a paper towel, and wiping her tears.

He is also the first time to marry a child, no experience, think that it is a good time to draw a story, and you can make a child, the result seems to have a reaction.

After a long time, Xiaobai finally didn't cry, can organize his mood, she told Zhang sigh, just she felt that she was small orange, she couldn't see Xiaohu in the future.

Zhang sighing, I don't know if I do it, it seems to be wrong. The head of the garden told him that he did not do something wrong, and the trays of tears were more suitable for children than the backlog in the heart.

Zhang sighed, finding Hu Mingkai's phone from the mobile phone, dialed the past, talked a few words, hung, and spinning the chat friends, dialed the video call, handed the mobile phone to Xiaobai.

"Little white, look, who is this phone?"

Haven't seen it yet, the phone has passed a small boy with a happy voice: "Xiaobai ~~~~"

Xiao Bai is shocked, holding a mobile phone, like a small rabbit holding a carrot, erecting two little ears, gigting, grinning, showing two big genties.

"Xiao Hu ~~ You have a melon baby, you ran? Where do you go ~~"

PS: Reassuring, it is still early.