Because Lin Xiyu was late to pick up the child last time, she felt guilty, so she came to pick up the child early this afternoon. The kindergarten was still rehearsing the program, so Lin Xiyu waited at the door like other parents.

Lin Xiyu quickly found a familiar figure in the parent group, which he saw in the kindergarten dean's office last time. She is Jiang Zhouming's mother. Lin Xiyu remembered the information Lu Junting had shown her, and she knew that Jiang Zhouming's mother was a victim.

This woman has a very cold temperament, not the kind of indifference that is world-weary, but more like the kind of indifference that is detached and doesn't care about anything.

The woman probably realized that someone was looking at her, she turned her head to look at Lin Xiyu, Lin Xiyu smiled at her, she smiled back, and then turned her head again.

It didn't take long for the rehearsal to end, and Lin Xiyu soon saw the figure of her own daughter, twisting, running over.

"Mother."

The little guy screamed sweetly and rushed towards her, Lin Xiyu picked her up and said, "Mom is not late today, are you happy?"

"Um."

Jiang Zhouming was surprised to see the people who came to pick him up. His mother rarely came to pick him up.

"Let's go."

When the woman saw him, she threw a light sentence and turned around and left first, not holding or holding her child like the parents of other children.

Jiang Zhouming looked at the little girl who was walking in front of her and hugged by her mother. She talked and laughed with her mother, and pressed their faces to each other, looking very warm. Jiang Zhouming immediately lowered his head to cover up the loss in his eyes. His mother was unwilling to hold his hand since she was a child.

Jiang Zhouming followed the woman into the car, and he asked, "Why are you here?"

The woman said, "I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"Where are you going?"

"Go far away."

The little boy fell silent, and after a while he asked, "Will you come back?"

"Not going back."

The air instantly became very quiet, the little boy lowered his head, and his small hands on his knees clenched into fists.

Saying goodbye, in fact, there is no saying goodbye, that is, the mother and son are sitting in the car.

The car stopped slowly, and the woman said, "I'm leaving, and the driver will take you back."

After she finished speaking, she got out of the car and took her luggage from the trunk. The little boy jumped out of the car and watched her drifting away in the bleak autumn wind.

His eyes were red and his teeth were clenched tightly. He wanted to stop her and beg her not to leave, but he didn't do anything in the end, he just clenched his little fist, he was pitiful, he couldn't do anything , he was even worse than a bed bug, and he couldn't change her mind at all.

She never looked back at him, she just left him here.

When Little Tangtang went to rehearsal early the next day, he obviously found that his dance partner was absent-minded. He was always distracted, and even stepped on her feet while dancing. Even the teacher couldn't stand to criticize him.

After rehearsing for a while, the teacher asked him to rest in the middle. Jiang Zhouming was sitting on the steps next to the playground, his hands clasped tightly together and his head lowered.

Xiao Tangtang walked over and sat beside him, asking him, "What's the matter with you, Jiang Zhouming?"

The little boy didn't answer.

Xiao Tangtang bent down and looked at his face from the bottom up. She saw Jiang Zhouming's eyes were red and his teeth were clenched tightly, as if he was about to cry.

Little Tangtang blinked her eyes and said, "Jiang Zhouming, are you in a bad mood?"

From Jiang Zhouming's point of view, the little girl Zhang Xiaoyuan's face appears rounder, and her big black eyes reflect the light of the sun overhead, making her look brighter.

She bent over to look at his posture, which seemed funny, probably because she didn't want her to continue her funny manner, Jiang Zhouming slowly raised his head, and Xiao Tangtang followed her to straighten up, his eyes still fixed on his face, waiting for him to answer.

Jiang Zhouming closed his eyes slightly and said, "My mother is gone."

"Where did you go?" the little girl asked curiously.

"do not know."

"Then when will she be back?"

The little boy shook his head, his red eyes turned even redder, "It won't come back." His flushed eyes looked at the little girl, after all, she was only a four or five-year-old child, no matter how much he controlled it, I still want to cry when I'm sad.

"She doesn't want me anymore." The little boy finished, and a tear rolled down his eyes.

Little Tangtang could feel Jiang Zhouming's sadness, she thought about it, if one day her mother would not want her, she would be even sadder than Jiang Zhouming.

Little Tangtang didn't want Jiang Zhouming to be sad, she held Jiang Zhouming's hand and said to him, "I want you, okay?"

Jiang Zhouming didn't want to cry. He hated his appearance, how pitiful he looked. He had always been silent, world-weary, and out of tune with the crowd. He just didn't want to look so pitiful. But he couldn't hold back the tears, he suddenly became a little irritable, and hated himself why he cried.

At this moment, two soft little hands suddenly took his hand, and then he heard her say this.

"I want you okay."

At the age of four, his mind is far from mature enough to forget a lot of things, but Jiang Zhouming remembers this sentence he heard at the age of four, even if he looks back on this day after a few years, he will never forget it. can still remember the expression on her face when she said this, the warm feeling in his hand, the tree full of osmanthus flowers not far away, and the bright sun above her head.

He could even remember the smile on her face when she said this at that time, her round face had a kind of healing warmth, and at that moment he seemed to be able to smell the sweetness coming from her face scent.

Jiang Zhouming was stunned, and even the tears on his face seemed to be frozen suddenly. He stared at the little girl in front of him, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Jiang Zhouming, you will be mine from now on, I will keep asking for yours, okay?"

Children like to play the house very much, and sometimes pretend to be husbands and wives to each other, but these days, when Jiang Zhouming heard Lu Wantang say that she would want him, he believed her, and he took it as a her promise to him.

It was also at that moment that the sadness accumulated in his heart seemed to dissipate like smoke. What he felt was the warmth of her hand in his hand, the smile on her face, and the firmness with which she said these words.

I'll keep asking for yours, okay?

He wiped away his tears with the hand that was not held by her, he nodded, and replied—

"it is good."

Since that day, Lu Wantang has never seen Jiang Zhouming's lost appearance, nor has he seen him cry again. What Jiang Zhouming looks forward to the most when he comes to school every day is rehearsal time, because he can meet his little dance partner Tangtang during rehearsal.

Before the rehearsal started, he would first go to the rehearsal playground to wait for Tangtang. When he saw his dance partner, he would quickly walk to her, and Tangtang would happily run to him.

The little boy who was silent and world-weary and indifferent to everything seemed to come to life all of a sudden.

Tangtang wanted to be the first, Jiang Zhouming danced very seriously, and the two children became more and more tacit, even the teacher praised them, just like today, they were praised by the teacher again, and the teacher let other children learn from them.

During the intermission, Tangtang wanted to drink water. Jiang Zhouming helped her lift the lid of the kettle and handed it over. After drinking Tangtang, she wanted to eat something, and Jiang Zhouming handed her the snacks he brought her.

The family is strictly controlled, and parents do not allow their siblings to eat too many snacks, but Tangtang is greedy. Jiang Zhouming knows that she likes to eat and will secretly bring it to her.

Tangtang handed the snack to Jiang Zhouming and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

"I will not eat."

"All right."

Tangtang was eating snacks by the side, Jiang Zhouming was waiting for her next to him, his eyes swept to Tangtang's shoes inadvertently, she was wearing white shoes, and there were beautiful cartoon patterns on the shoes, but only on the toes Stained a little bit of grey. Jiang Zhouming walked over and squatted in front of her, wiped the dust with his fingers, but didn't wipe it off. He wiped it with his sleeve and finally wiped it clean, Jiang Zhouming smiled.

After becoming friends with Tangtang, Jiang Zhouming, who doesn't like talking, is lonely and autistic, is also a lot more cheerful, loves to talk, and loves to laugh, but these changes are only for Tangtang.

He looked up to meet Little Tangtang's look, and he said to her, "It's clean."

Tangtang frowned. She took Jiang Zhouming's hand and looked at his sleeve. She said, "Jiang Zhouming, you got your clothes dirty."

Jiang Zhouming pulled out his hand and put his back behind him, and said, "It's okay."

At this moment, Liang Yuan suddenly ran over to Xiao Tangtang and said, "Lu Wantang, can I be your dance partner?"

Because the teacher often praised Lu Wantang and Jiang Zhouming for dancing well, Liang Yuan was unhappy. Why should the annoying father or rapist be praised every day. Liang Yuan felt that he was not praised because Lu Wantang was not his dance partner, so he wanted to grab Tangtang as his dance partner.

Little Tangtang didn't like Liang Yuan, a nasty bastard. Hearing Liang Yuan's words, the little girl said angrily, "I don't want to be your dance partner."

Liang Yuan was rejected and felt that it hurt his face, he said, "You want to dance with Jiang Zhouming so much, do you like him?"

There were a lot of little boys laughing next to him. Little Tangtang knew that what Liang Yuan said about her liking was different from the one she knew. That kind of "liking" was not good and would make people laugh.

The little girl didn't like them laughing at herself, so she said to Liang Yuan, "Liang Yuan, if you talk nonsense again, I'll tell my brother to beat you up."

"Go and call, it's just right to call your brother here. I'll tell your brother that you like Jiang Zhouming."

"You are talking nonsense!"

The little girl blushed with anger.

Seeing this, Liang Yuan was very proud. He jumped and clapped his hands and said loudly, "Lu Wantang blushed, Lu Wantang likes Jiang Zhouming."

The proud little boy suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg. He was kicked forward and fell directly to the ground. The way he fell was too funny, and the children around him laughed again.

Liang Yuan stood up and looked behind him, and saw Jiang Zhouming staring at him coldly. Liang Yuan had not forgotten the last time Jiang Zhouming kicked his foot and smashed his head into a flower.

So Liang Yuan was a little scared when he saw Jiang Zhouming, but with so many people watching, he didn't want to lose face, so he said to Jiang Zhouming, "Jiang Zhouming, do you want to beat him?"

Jiang Zhouming said to him coldly: "If you dare to say Lu Wantang's words again, I will beat you to the point of being unable to get up."

The author has something to say: Jiang Zhouming: Tangtang will be guarded by me in the future.

Happy new year everyone