"This kid is really energetic, five to one, none of them is his opponent."

Aunt Cleaning gave a thumbs up happily, and Bai Xiao also pulled up the corners of her lips in cooperation.

"Teacher Bai, you asked for leave last week, so I didn't see the other children being beaten by him and crying dad and mother, it stands to reason that their parents are also figures with heads and faces in Fengcheng, but no parents ran to the art center to make trouble."

Bai Xiao looked at the child who was basking in the sun with his head buried over there, and his heart softened a little inexplicably.

"He just got into a fight again?" Her gaze stayed on the child's face and she couldn't help but ask.

"Not really, it's there when I come in the morning."

Aunt Cleaning is also a know-it-all in the art center, and immediately opened the topic: "It is said that it is the third generation of returnees, and the real famous family comes out, Yu Zhan knows the way, right?" The familiar face in the news network, his grandfather, dear! His father's name is Yu Heting, and the new building behind our art center is his company, but it's a pity that ......"

"What a pity?" Bai Xiao turned her head to look at Aunt Clean, who suddenly sighed sympathetically.

Aunt Cleaning approached and said in a suppressed voice: "It's a pity that my mother died early, his father is so young, how can he not please his wife!" ”

Because of the early death of a "mother-in-law", Bai Xiao felt a trace of pity in her heart, she herself had no parents since she was a child, and she would have indescribable feelings for children with similar experiences, and always hoped that they could live happily.

Taking out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and pinching it in his palm, Bai Xiao stood for a while before walking towards the child.

……

"Do you want to wipe it?"

Yu Jingxi was thinking about how to get a painting and go home later, and he accidentally had an extra handkerchief in front of him.

He jerked his head up and saw a beautiful young woman standing in front of him, her dark eyes flashing.

Getting closer, Bai Xiao felt more and more that this was a beautiful boy, Wen Wen stood quietly by the wall, if he didn't distinguish carefully, he was afraid that he would be mistaken for a little girl, but the bruises on his face were really a bit of an eyesore.

Seeing the child stunned there, quite naïve, Bai Xiao's mood also improved a lot.

Even with Teacher Yang's crying in front of her, she still couldn't hate this child, and even had an indescribable liking, and then she thought about it and attributed it to the fact that they were all fallen people at the end of the world, and the children without mothers were a family.

Seeing that he didn't come to take the handkerchief for a long time, Bai Xiao simply bent down and wiped the small beads of sweat on the tip of his nose for him.

"You're the teacher here?" The child's immature voice was defensive, but he didn't push her away.

Bai Xiao smiled and lowered his eyes to meet his bright eyes: "Well, I'm the violin teacher here, what about you?" ”

The little guy pursed the corners of his lips, snorted twice, and didn't look over his head without answering.

Bai Xiao looked down at the wound on his chubby thumb that had been cut, some deep, still bubbling with blood, she touched his head, and her fluffy and soft hair made her voice soften a little: "I have a band-aid in my office, come with me, I'll help you deal with the wound." ”

The little guy snorted again, and Bai Xiao thought that he was unwilling, and planned to take the band-aid, but when he turned around and walked a few steps, he found that there was an extra fart behind him.