"Your name is as beautiful as your person.

Just now, just before you pushed the door and didn't speak, I was attracted and shocked by your beauty and the light and light temperament on you. ”

Zigui didn't continue in a hurry, but waited, waiting for her to raise her eyes to look at herself.

Sure enough, Liao Qinghuan raised his head, his eyes were shocked and confused.

Zigui smiled brightly: "If you want, I can help you and make it clear to you what you suspect in your heart." Okay?"

Liao Qinghuan nodded subconsciously, as if he was willing to believe the person in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

However, in the next second, her eyes showed vigilance and suspicion, and she didn't know why this person's attitude changed so much.

Zigui didn't care if she would agree, and she didn't want this.

Instead, I want her to be able to explain the cause and effect well.

"Why?"

"I don't want to carry the black pot, is this reason okay?"

Hit the nail on the head.

"You're Xiaotong's mother, but judging by your age, you still seem to be a student. ”

Zigui was not surprised by her words: "I'm not Xiaotong's mother. I am a student of the Department of Psychology of Evergrande, Qiu Zigui. ”

"......" Liao Qinghuan was surprised, looked at Zigui and then looked at Jiang Beichen who was standing on the side: "You are husband and wife." ”

It's a question, but it's also a yes.

"It's not. Zigui explained: "He is a psychological counselor, and he is a template for me to temporarily bring in and belittle your husband." ”

Template!!!

Everyone: "......"

"I want to know why Xiaotong is your biological son. Liao Qinghuan said as he took out the paternity test in his bag: "He was obviously adopted by the two of us from the orphanage. Is Xiaotong the illegitimate child of you and this person?"

"!!" Zigui pulled out of the corner of his eye, directly removed one of his hair, and put it in Liao Qinghuan's palm: "I said, I don't want to carry the black pot." ”

It's good, a hair is also a quick knife to cut through the mess.

Jiang Beichen pulled up his son and returned: "It's time for us to leave." ”

It was not an order, nor was it discussed, gentle and gentle, but unquestionable.

Such an attitude and voice made Zigui powerless, and it seemed that there was only one choice, and that was to let him ......

Zigui looked at Jiang Beichen before he could speak, he handed over the paper and pen.

He saw her heart at a glance.

Zigui Lisuo wrote down his phone number and handed it to Liao Qinghuan: "After the year, before the sixteenth day of the first month, you can contact me at any time." After that, I'm going to start school. ”

At the moment when Zigui turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of Xiao Tong standing at the door of the room, looking at her with a demented look in her eyes.

Kiri's room.

Zigui and Xiaotong sat side by side.

There was no one in Xiao Tong's eyes, just looking at the shadow that hit the windowsill through the leaves.

Zigui followed his gaze, looking at the shadow with the same seriousness.

Fifteen minutes later......

Xiaotong began to get up, took out his easel, paintbrush, and began to doodle seriously.

Messy and arbitrary, can be ......

An hour later, the painting was finished.

Xiao Tong, looking at Zigui, who had been sitting quietly beside her, handed the painting to her.

“…… Give it to me?"

Xiaotong just held the painting, but there was no expression in his eyes or face.

Zigui stretched out his hand and smiled, looking at this black and pressed painting, which he couldn't understand anything: "Thank you Xiaotong, I will treasure it." ”

Xiao Tong still didn't speak, turned his head and opened his eyes, the afterglow of his eyes swept over Jiang Beichen's face, and then retracted, and finally his eyes were fixed on the door.

"He needs a space of his own. ”

Zigui frowned, looked at Jiang Beichen, and then glanced at Xiaotong, and didn't say anything after all, just left his phone and put it by Xiaotong's side.

In the car.

"What does Mr. Beichen think of Xiaotong's situation?"

Jiang Beichen didn't answer directly, turned his head to look at Zigui, smiled on his lips, and personally fastened her seat belt.

So close.

Zigui felt the breath that belonged to him, an indescribable feeling, faint but very good.

I was a little panicked, and my face was a little hot......

The corners of his lips lifted at his notice.

See through it or not.

"Do you have any expectations for your life?"

"Huh?"

"What do you think about this part of your life?"

“… Forehead... It's so serious, it's noble, and there's a deep problem!" Zigui thought about it and said with a serious face: "This part of life... I haven't finished yet, and I can't summarize my views, Mr. Beichen, do you have any experience to understand?"

“……”

Jiang Beichen said that there was nothing wrong with this.

However, how could she be so skinny, but he liked it so much.

He had no choice but to glance at Ni, smiling with doting and helplessness: "A child like Xiaotong is sometimes a step away from a genius and a fool, and sometimes a world apart. ”

"Huh?" Zigui turned his head to look at Jiang Beichen.

"Mr. Beichen, I don't seem to understand your words, and your brain circuit should be so fast, the former sentence of life, the latter sentence of genius and fool.

Luckily, I understand that you're talking about Kiri. ”

"Hehe!" he was in a good mood, he said a word, she said a lot, such a feeling... Very good... Not lonely!

"One step to heaven and one step to hell. Zigui continued: "I'd rather a child like Xiaotong be a layman than a possible genius. It's a pity that there has never been anything in this world, please, if and maybe. ”

"The painting in your hand is black on the surface, but it is actually a 3D three-dimensional painting, and you can understand the content of the painting if you look closely. Jiang Beichen explained: "And Xiaotong only took less than an hour, to be precise, it was 54 minutes and 6 seconds to close the pen." ”

…… Is this accurate to the second?

Zigui frowned slightly, looked at Jiang Beichen curiously, and with just one glance, her attention refocused on the painting in her hand.

Sure enough, it was a three-dimensional painting, and what appeared in front of Zigui at this moment was a woman holding a child in her hand and holding an umbrella standing in a dark space.

Looking at the contents of the painting, the smile on Zigui's lips became deeper and deeper.

Her smile was like the sun, shining into the black painting, and even more into Beichen's eyes.

"I remember. Zigui said: "That was the first time I heard Xiaotong speak. It was from that time that he began to speak slowly. At that time, it was pouring rain. He looked at the rain outside in a daze, and suddenly said, I'm going, pointing out the window. ”

There was also a life teacher in the orphanage. ”

"At that time, I didn't say a word, I found an umbrella and pulled him directly, and stood in the courtyard, and we stayed for about an hour, and he didn't look at me for an hour, until he turned to go back. ”

Zigui tilted his head and looked at Beichen: "Guess what he said?"