When I got home, there was no musty smell that had been uninhabited for a long time, the room had been cleaned by Xia Yue, and there was a note on the refrigerator, the handwriting was fierce, and the force was through the back of the paper, "Deliver the manuscript on time next Friday." ”

"Worthy of my good editor, human service. Roshi sent her luggage back to her room, and when she walked to the desk, she reached for the little hairpin, which was the only thing that belonged to her daughter, and she put it on her cheek, and the cold feeling reached her heart, but the smile was warm on her face.

She is wondering whether her daughter has long hair or short hair, but in fact, she prefers long hair, which can be tied with beautiful pigtails, beautiful hair flowers and hairpins.

This hairpin reminded her of the little girl she had a relationship with, and she remembered the agreement with the child, and when she counted the time, she hadn't been to see her for more than a week.

There were no classes on Friday, so she decided to go to kindergarten.

After the last swing turmoil, there was another teacher by the side of the sugar core, and the parents of those children also came to the school in person to apologize, although these people are not idle people, but compared to the background of the sugar core, which one will not be afraid.

Sugar Core sat on the swing, swaying for a while, her big eyes looked in the direction of the gate from time to time, and every time she walked by someone, she had to be happy for a while, and then she drooped her little head in disappointment, as if she had been hit hard.

"Sugarcore, we're going back to the classroom. The teacher came over and took her hand.

She raised her head and made the last request, "Teacher, can you wait a little longer, it's really a short while, just a minute." ”

She stretched out a white little finger, and her pitiful appearance made people feel pity, and the teacher touched her head, "Okay, then wait another minute." ”

"Xie Lu, Mr. Xie. ”

Even a minute was enough to satisfy her.

"Sugar core. Luo Xi shouted from afar through the white railing, and when he saw the little guy sitting on the swing, he felt an irrepressible longing and joy in his heart.

"Mom, my mom is here. Sugarwick jumped off the swing, and the action was so fast that Roshi was startled, and he hurriedly said, "Be careful." ”

The teacher also followed closely behind, for fear that she would fall into it.

"Mom, I thought you weren't coming. Two little hands grabbed the railing, the expression of happiness and grievance on the round pink little face made Luo Xi sad, she was about to reach out to touch her, the teacher hurriedly picked up the sugar core and took two steps back, looking at the uninvited guest with a wary face.

She hadn't forgotten Lu Sheng's furious appearance that day, which scared their principal all over, and she wouldn't make the same mistake a second time.

Roshi clearly didn't expect the teacher's reaction, and her hands were still frozen in the air.

"Teacher, let me down, I'm looking for my mother. The little candy wick was gone, and struggled in the teacher's arms.

"She's not your mother, and your father said that you are not allowed to contact strangers again. ”

"No, she's my mom, she's my mom. ”

The candy core, who never cried or made trouble, suddenly cried, tears like beads with broken threads, falling down one after another, and a pair of small hands stretched out helplessly to Roxi.

Roshi was distressed, but helpless, the teacher was right, she was not the child's mother, she was just a stranger, as a stranger, what could she do.

"Alright, Sugarcore, let's go back to the classroom, obedient. ”

"No, I want my mother, I want my mother. ”

The teacher walked away quickly with the candy core, the child's cry was heartbroken, almost instinctive, Roshi quickly climbed the railing in front of her, and jumped over dexterously, she strode after her, "Sugar core." ”

At this moment, there is only one belief in her heart, she wants to hug her, she doesn't want to see her tears.

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Yesterday I made up for it, and I'll see you tomorrow!