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After breakfast, the children were all reluctant, completely reluctant to wake up in the morning.

The older children were herded into the yard to play games, and a few of the little ones who couldn't walk were crawling around on the floor of the house, looking like bloated little mice.

The dean's mother took the lead in cleaning, washing clothes, and washing quilts, and an aunt took her sick child to the hospital.

Today is a busy day, they are short of manpower, Yuna and Sung Hyo-jin are also called to help, and Hee-sung needs help watching these children who are too young.

"Just watch them don't hurt themselves, and they can call us anything," said the dean's mother.

There is really no difficulty in this kind of work, the only thing that needs to be paid is patience, which is perfect for star artists who come here to do public welfare.

The floor of the house was covered with a layer of soft felt, and the five children were crawling around on it, looking very cute.

Hee-sung sat on the old sand next to him, holding a pencil in his hand, and sketched them in a drawing book.

He studied painting for more than four years, and spent most of his time copying still lifes. He is especially good at flowers and plants.

Drawing portraits of children does not require him to be very strict, and sometimes, he even deliberately adds a little comic effect.

The children painted by the pen are expressive and cute, and the staff in charge of the camera are moved, and they also deliberately bring several close-up effects for his paintings.

Unfortunately, this harmonious silence did not last long.

A child who was playing cried. Without warning beforehand, Xi Cheng was startled.

"You...... What's wrong? Xicheng hurriedly put down the notebook and pen in his hand, leaned in and asked with concern.

A little boy with a crying nose. I can't even speak, where do I have the ability to tell Sù Xicheng what happened to him.

He closed his eyes and grinned. Wow wow wow crying.

I don't know what magic is in this terrible cry, it is very contagious, and the other children who are still playing seem to have gotten some signal, and they also pull their throats and howl.

All of a sudden, the room was filled with the sound of children crying.

Hee-sung touched this and soothed that, but unfortunately no one listened to his advice to stop crying.

"Which one cried first?" The aunt who came when she heard the sound asked very experienced.

"That's probably it," Hee Sung pointed to one of the little boys, "I don't know why he suddenly cried." ”

The aunt coaxed the other children first, and then checked the little boy. smiled: "Just help him change his diaper, this kid didn't urinate in the morning, and he drank too much milk during meals." ”

Nodding clearly, Hee Cheng watched in awe as his aunt skillfully and gently changed the diapers for the child in her arms, and the changed diapers were carefully put aside.

"Do you need my help to take it and throw it away?" Hee-sung volunteered.

"Don't throw it away," the aunt said a little embarrassed: "There is no poop on it, and it can be used in the sun." ”

Xicheng frowned and said hesitantly: "It's all dirty and still useful, isn't it a little bad." ”

This child really doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, the aunt shook her head helplessly. "Even if it's a diaper used by ordinary children, it's impossible to change it once you use it, let alone in a place like ours."

"How many times will it be replaced?" Hee Sung really didn't dare to compliment this unhygienic behavior.

"If you really can't use it, you will throw it away," the aunt patiently explained: "The situation of our nursery school is quite good, and we can often get help from well-wishers and institutions in the society, and some places with poor conditions cannot afford these expenses at all." ”

"And what do they do?"

How could Hee Sung care about this before, he didn't know how the children of poor families spent their lives when they were young.

"Some clothes that can't be worn, pick a soft one, cut it, make a cloth diaper, wash it after it is dirty, and use it to disinfect it with boiling water and then use it in the sun, in fact, it's also very good, but I'm afraid that when it rains, if it's not enough, I can only buy diapers to replace it."

Xi Cheng thought that he often ate hundreds of thousands of dollars at a meal, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed.

Hundreds of thousands of won of diapers are enough for these children to use for a long, long time, and they don't need to be used hard to throw away.

"Don't worry, our children are very strong, aren't they," the aunt kissed the little boy, put him back on the blanket, and said apologetically to Hee Sung: "These children are so naughty, one of them will cry with them, as long as you serve this source well, the others will be easy to coax." ”

The little boy who had changed his diaper burst into tears and smiled, and there were still tears on his face that had not been wiped clean.

Hee-sung took out his handkerchief and wiped his face carefully, "They are all united and know that their partners are uncomfortable. ”

The aunt smiled gently, didn't say anything, and continued to go about her business.

The five children often have accidents, and they usually use crying to express their feelings.

Most of them are unwell or hungry, and sometimes they are accidentally beaten by their peers, but it is easy to cry and coax, and Xicheng has even eliminated two crisis events.

After tossing all morning, his painting was completed, painting five cute little children lying on the ground and pretending to be cute.

After seeing it, the dean's mother, who was already busy, was also full of praise: "It's better than the painters I've ever seen, Hee Sung is really a very talented person." ”

"Thank you for the compliment," Hee Sung said with a smile, "They are all very cute children, and I am happy to draw." ”

"Huh. But I want to thank you, without you, we have to take care of the children and do things, and we are really a little busy," the dean said kindly, and he spoke highly of Xicheng's efforts today.

From early in the morning to now, Xicheng has successfully completed his task.

"Is there anything else I can help with? You're welcome," Hee-sung bowed sincerely, honestly. After spending a long time with the children, although tired and noisy, he was really a little reluctant.

"This ......," the dean's mother glanced at Hee Sung and the staff around him in embarrassment.

She knew that it was no ordinary person who came today. is an artist who is now very popular.

Such people often come to them to "gild", carry video cameras, and spend half a day to leave a close and caring impression to the public.

In fact, they don't really want to take care of children.

The mothers of the dean don't like such people, but a small amount of money thrown out by these big people can support the nursery for a long time.

She had to smile for the possible donations.

Many people will say similar things before leaving, and some people will say more sincere than the young man in front of them.

Decades of life experience. So that the dean's mother can easily distinguish that those feelings are sincere and have a little credibility.

However, the intuition told her that Hee Sung was different.

He said it casually, but with great sincerity.

Yuna didn't stop her eyes. She smiled, her eyes full of appreciation.

"If there's anything I can do, just say that I don't have an itinerary for the afternoon," Hee Sung said again, he was not saying polite words. In fact, he rarely speaks politely.

"Child," the dean said with some sadness, "we have two sixth-grade students here, and the nursery school really can't afford to let them go to cram school, if you have time, can you help them with their homework?" ”

"Tutoring?" Hee-sung's eyes widened in surprise.

"Isn't there anything inconvenient," the dean suddenly reacted, how could he make such a request to an artist, a child who debuted at this age, it is estimated that it is difficult to get good at homework.

She was so busy all day that she could only sleep for four or five hours, so naturally it was impossible for her to watch Xicheng's debut record, and naturally she didn't know that Xicheng was going to take the college entrance examination at the end of the year.

"There's nothing inconvenient," Hee-sung squinted and smiled, "That's what I'm best at." ”

Dress the little ones, no!

Feed the little ones, no!

Change the diaper of the child, sorry, I still haven't learned!

But remedial homework, oh my God, is there anything better in this world than this kind of thing for Hee Sung?

"If you can," seeing Hee Sung's excited appearance, the dean's mother finally put her mind at ease, "I'll leave this matter to you, thank you very much." ”

The two Primary 6 students are all girls, but in fact, there is only a small proportion of young boys in the nursery school, no matter what country they are in, men are a symbol of inheritance, and they will not be abandoned.

They had seen Hee-sung on TV, and they had also talked eagerly about Hee-sung's beautiful singing voice with their classmates, but it was a pity that they had no money to buy Hee-sung's album.

Even if they save up for a whole year's pocket money, it won't help!

Maybe it's the environment, maybe it's the experience of the day.

Hee-sung has an unusually patient nature, and he doesn't dislike the stupid fight between these two little girls and Kim Taeyeon.

Sometimes, the receptivity of these two temporary disciples is also poor, and of course Hee Sung will also be angry.

But looking at so many children around him, pretending to sit on the ground and listening to his explanation, his eyes were confused and serious, he really didn't lose his temper.

The process was so boring that it was even worse for an already exhausted photographer.

Yuna and Sung Hyo-jin discussed ending the filming and asking everyone to find a place to rest, after all, there was nothing to shoot in this process.

It was reasonable to mention yì, but she was rejected by the person in charge who had not yet graduated from the university, and she felt that this atmosphere was very good, and it was more precious than the so-called touching shots that were artificially made. She's even ready to cut out a long video.

The children's patience was limited, and after a while, they dispersed to play, but Xicheng's temporary lecture hall was not shaken in the slightest by their departure.

Minute by second, hour by hour, time passed slowly and stubbornly.

"That's all for today, any more, it won't work for you," Hee-sung closed the book in his hand and announced the end of today's tutoring.

At this time, it was already late in the evening, except for the occasional break in the middle, Xicheng insisted on tutoring them for as many as three or four hours.

"I really don't know how to thank you," the dean's mother shook Xicheng's hand and shook it gratefully, she saw all the efforts of this child.

"I'll come over and help them with the rest of the work when I have time," Hee-sung blinked his heavy eyelids and promised faintly.

This time, the dean's mother had no doubt that the child would definitely come back.