Watercolor brushes and blank paper were handed out, but at Xia Yu's table, the children in the children's welfare home seemed to be a little restrained, and they sat around the table under the arrangement of the teachers, but they all watched with restraint and did not dare to say anything.

In fact, two party members and comrades from the Shaping Street Police Station were arranged to play with the children at each table, Xia Yu and their table, Yang Yan did not occupy another place because he went to be the host, so he was separated from Xia Yu, and one person sat on one side, and the one sitting among the children was another policeman, named Zeng Keyao.

Xiao Zeng is a new policeman who is younger than Xia Yu, and he only came last year, but when Xia Yu and Yang Yan solved the telecom fraud case last year, he also went on a mission with the big team.

But after all, he is still very young, counting on Zeng Keyao to preside over the overall situation, Xia Yu might as well come forward by himself!

"Okay, children, let's pick your favorite brushes, any color, let's paint together!" Xia Yu clapped her hands and said to the children with a smile.

However, what Xia Yu said didn't work very well, the children were looking at her timidly, and no one dared to stand up and be the leader.

But there was still a sound of "bang" on the table - Luoluo didn't know if she misunderstood her mother's order, or she couldn't hold it back, she leaned forward excitedly, and pulled up her little hands on the table.

This posture is not free enough, her little ass is on her mother's thighs, and her small body comes down from her mother's arms as soon as she pouts!

After all, the chairs and tables in the children's welfare home are made according to the standards of children! Not only is the chair short, but the table is not high, and when it falls to the ground, the table is only a little above the little girl's bulging belly, and it is more convenient for her to pick up those watercolor brushes when she stands!

The little girl knows how to use these watercolor brushes, and she plays with them a lot at home!

"Smack!" I saw her skillfully break the buckle and open the plastic packaging of the watercolor brush, and then, her small hand grabbed a bottom corner of the plastic packaging, and as soon as she raised her arm, the watercolor brush was "banged" and all were poured out.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of the children sitting around this table.

Even the eight- or nine-year-old girl who tilted her head and smiled was a little excited and screamed twice as she fell "clams, clams".

Luoluo didn't understand what the other party meant, but she didn't care, after all, there were too many words she couldn't understand. But for the call of this "laughing" big sister, the little girl has her own understanding!

I saw her look down at the rose-red watercolor brush she had just grabbed in her hand, and her eyes hesitated, as if she was still a little reluctant. But soon, the little girl made up her mind, raised her head, and stuffed the rose-red watercolor brush into the big sister's hand.

"Hmm, give, give you ......" Luoluo's soft and glutinous voice was tantamount to a song of heaven at this moment, and people's hearts were bright and warm.

"Ahh......h

Can't speak, but in a child's innocent world, sometimes actions are more direct than words!

Luoluo's big bright eyes blinked, and she seemed to understand the "thanks" expressed by the other party, and she also grinned her little mouth, revealing her beautiful little teeth like broken jade, and smiled "hehe".

However, Luoluo gave out her favorite watercolor brushes, and she hasn't yet!

After laughing, the little girl hurriedly turned back and found it on the table, and in a few moments she found a bright red watercolor brush.

Although there was still a slight difference in color, Luoluo didn't care, and she pursed her lips and smiled contentedly.

"Luoluo is so sensible, and he knows how to give a pen to other children!" Zeng Keyao, who was sitting opposite, said to Xia Yu with emotion.

Xia Yu also looked at her daughter and smiled with relief just now, but now, Zeng Keyao's words gave her an inspiration.

"Luoluo, Luoluo!" Xia Yu called the attention of her daughter, who was immersed in the joy of painting, and said with a smile, "Luoluo, you give watercolor pens to these brothers and sisters, okay? ”

Unexpectedly, Luoluo listened to her mother's words, and suddenly pursed her little mouth and became unhappy.

After all, it is the person in the audience who knows Luoluo the most except Yang Yan! Xia Yu looked at Luoluo holding her big red watercolor brush, and looked at it with a blank eye, and the cowardice shown by her pouting little mouth quickly made Xia Yu roughly guess her thoughts.

"That's it!" Xia Yu didn't like to be as big as Yang Yan, she grabbed a handful on the table very simply, grabbed a dozen watercolor brushes into a bunch and held it in her hand, and the other hand also spread out to Luoluo, and said, "Luoluo, you give this pen you like to your mother to help you hold it, you help your mother take these pens to your brothers and sisters, after a while, when you come back, your mother will return your pen to you, okay?"

Although Mom said a lot, these words are not difficult to understand, Luoluo blinked her eyes wide, and her pouting little mouth gradually calmed down.

The little girl just mistakenly thought that her mother was going to let her give her favorite watercolor brush to someone else! How could the little girl who did not know how to be humble be willing to do such a reluctant thing?

But now that her mother has told Luoluo, she can also save this watercolor brush she likes, and only give it away, but the little girl can accept it, and the positive little girl is quite happy to help her mother!

Soon, Xia Yu and their table saw a diligent little figure, holding a few watercolor brushes with difficulty, circling around the table, and sending them to her brothers and sisters!

This scene fell in the eyes of the director of the Children's Welfare Institute, Qiu Xuemin, and Yang Yan and Luo Xunan, who were hosting next to him.

"This kid is worthy of being the child of your police comrades at the police station, he is so enthusiastic, helpful, and of too high quality at a young age!" the dean complimented Qiu Xuemin with emotion.

"The children are little angels, and their hearts are pure. Qiu Xuemin said with a smile.

Although Yang Yan was embarrassed to say anything, he looked at his daughter, and his eyes also showed a look of relief and joy.

Later, in between activities, you must hug this girl!

Luoluo here, there is still a bit of an episode.

After all, many children are older children, although they are a little silent and reserved, but everyone still has some ideas of their own.

Luoluo was wearing a watercolor brush, and suddenly, a boy couldn't help but stop her: "Hey, that, that, can I change ......?"

As he spoke, his voice became so low that he couldn't hear or understand it!

I don't know what the other person wants!

The little girl stood there a little confused, still holding a watercolor brush in her little hand, and the expression on her little face became embarrassed.