A few people were chatting while walking, and then Little Jelly suddenly ran and said, "Angel Mother, listening to Liangliang, I didn't see Fan Fan coming over for dinner!" ”

"Oh, mom knows, let's go play first." Mother Angel nodded, and was about to look for it, but Ou Mo volunteered:

"You go and get busy with yours, let's go find out."

found the third floor from the first and second floors, and finally found her in Fan Fan's own room. She was already asleep.

Just when he touched the sleeping figure and the sleeping villain in the arms of 'mother', Sang Yu burst into tears.

What a picture this is! Yes, it's really just a painting.

On the cold ground, colored chalk outlined the outline of a mother, and then the little girl curled up in the arms of her mother, the heart of the figure, sleeping peacefully.

Ou Mo gently carried her from the ground to the bed, and carefully tucked her back corners.

Then he whispered, "Luckily, Fan Fan is an able-bodied child, and what she likes most is to draw." ”

"She, she painted a mother by herself, imagining that she was lying in her mother's arms—" Sang Yu's tears flowed over and over again, more than that. She had never shed as many tears as she did today.

On the way back, Sang Yu remained silent and did not speak.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you." Ou Mo whispered: "Look at you, the makeup is all spent." ”

Sang Yu choked up in a roar, and she whispered: "I have never known that there is such a vulnerable group in this world, who needs care and love. ”

"Compared to them, we are so much happier, too much. What else are we not satisfied with? God, it really loves us so much! Ou Mo curled the corners of his lips and turned his head to look out the car window: "So when I turned 16, I was already volunteering there." We should give a portion of the extra love to them—to those in need, right? ”

Sang Yu's heart throbbed, and she turned her head to look at him: the face that was slightly tilted, and the occasional light from the opposite side sprinkled over, spreading a halo on his handsome side face, like a god, flashing with a lonely and charming temperament.

The twilight had already begun, and it was dark outside the window.

The night has fallen, and the sunny day will not be far away!

And what is her little bit of pain and unpleasantness?

A crazy thought popped into her mind: "I—I want to meet Sherman." ”

"Really?" Ou Mo was a little surprised, "Are you ready?" ”

"Sooner or later, we're going to face each other, aren't we? She and I can't avoid it for the rest of our lives. There are some things I have to say to her face to face. Sang Yu said firmly: "Now." ”

Meet Sheman in a simple but sophisticated café.

This café is located downstairs from the Sheman apartment, and Shehman is a little more convenient to come over.

Sang Yu sat lonely at the table, the expression on his face unpredictable.

She is like hovering on a dividing line, not knowing whether she is right to the left or wrong to the right.

In the few minutes she waited, she secretly suppressed the anxiety in her heart, speculating hundreds of times about the most likely truth of the matter.

More than that, she wanted: everything was just a misunderstanding.

Aside from An Lan and Xinrui, Sherman is her best friend, and she doesn't want to lose this friend too much.