Josa was getting ready to sit and listen to the lecture, when the professor came in through the door and brought a counselor who made Josa inexplicably familiar, it was Uncle Joan.

She remembered that Joan herself said that she was a school worker who worked in the school, but she didn't expect to be a professor in the university, of course, he wanted to go to graduate school in his junior year, and it was this old-timer who helped him, took him to do research, helped him get a place, and became the youngest teacher in the university with his own efforts.

Qiao Xia cats, not daring to face Qiao An, who she hasn't seen for a long time, thinking that Qiao Xia has always been so good to Qiao Xia, then she treats it like a niece, if she meets Qiao An later, she is recognized by Qiao An, and when she says that she will come back to see them, she wants to ask Qiao Xia how to answer.

Maybe Qiao Xia's movements were too obvious, all the students who came to listen to the lecture sat upright, but Qiao Xia was the only one lying on his stomach, not only the professor felt that Qiao Xia was not serious, but even Qiao An also paid attention.

However, Joan saw that the professor was very dissatisfied with the student lying on the table, and he would calmly say good things to the student: "Maybe she is too tired, or sick, you can still come to your class like this."

No matter how bad the phenomenon looks at by others, as long as it can be said to be a good phenomenon in Joan's all-inclusive words, the professor asked Joan to deal with this classmate first.

Qiao An came to Qiao Xia, who was lying on the table, and Qiao An didn't recognize it as soon as she got close, and Qiao An was a little suspicious. Cautiously took the book, tapped it twice on Qiao Xia's arm, and asked softly as if concerned: "Classmate, is there anything uncomfortable, do you need to help you take a rest outside, or let's go to the hospital."

Qiao Xia is not sick, but afraid of Qiao An.

She struggled a few times, covering her face, before she dared to face Joan, but it was useless to just cover her face, Joan had already recognized it as soon as Joxia looked up, and shouted in a lost voice: "Jona".

In order not to disturb the students who were listening to the class, Qiao An still restrained her exclamation that she hadn't seen for a long time, and didn't shout these two words.

But when she found that Qiao Xia was recognized, she had no choice but to put her hand down, and she was embarrassed to cooperate with Qiao An: "Teacher, I'm fine."

can continue to go, but both of them know each other tacitly, one in class, and the other helps the old professor.

At the end of class, Qiao An watched the people go away one by one, and a few people sat in the seats to discuss the professor's ideas just now, Qiao An finally escaped from the group of students who came to ask difficult questions, and sat alone on the seat in front of Qiao Xia, and smiled at Qiao Xia, as if he had said that he hadn't seen him for a long time, how were you doing.

Qiao Xia stopped the pen in his hand, nodded, and told him the real situation, he didn't go to school, and he didn't have the idea of going to Su Man's place when he lived in Su Xianan.

That's the end of the words, but no matter what Qiao An said, he agreed to Qiao Yang's persuasion that Qiao Xia could forgive him, so he said something that he didn't know whether to say or not: "Xiao Xia, your father misses you a lot, he knows that he was wrong about that incident, can you forgive him."

Qiao Xia couldn't answer, she didn't know whether Qiao Yang should be forgiven, so she talked about the topic that she and Su Xianan inadvertently mentioned yesterday: "It's he who doesn't want me first, I know that he won't care about me in the past ten years, it's like he's only done, the task of bringing me to this world is enough, and he doesn't care about my life or death at all, right, I'm a superfluous."

The first time Qiao An saw Qiao Xia say these words so desperately, his heart suddenly had a knife to cut again, he didn't know that Qiao Xia still had such a big prejudice against Qiao Yang, and gently patted the back of her hand to express comfort.

Since he was admitted to graduate school and was preparing to obtain a teaching certificate, he had been reading the book of psychological counseling, and had read through the education of love, and a lot of ways to infiltrate and teach children the truth in it, he racked his brains for a long time, and finally took Qiao Xia away after the old professor left a question and left.

But Qiao Xia can't go too far, so he can only go to the neighborhood to start an osmosis education for Qiao Xia.

But it just so happened that a hospital near here happened to be the one where Chu Ran worked, and according to Chu Ran's schedule of working in the obstetrics and gynecology department, there happened to be a pelvic operation today.

Joan led him to the door of the operating room, where a group of people were waiting, all surrounding a man who was clearly more anxious than the rest of the room.

Joan pulled her and asked her to wait with her nearby, to see and observe everything together, and the doctor in the operating room went in two more, obviously it had been a long time, and the operation was facing a difficult birth, and the group of people were tired one by one.

As the minutes passed, Qiao Xia was also nervous with them, and kept pinching her watch, only to hear the crying from the operating room getting louder and louder, and the nurse came out of the operating room with the child in her arms announcing whether the baby was male or female.

The group of people all gathered around, Qiao Xia also covered her hands and watched this moment happen, the cry of the child when he came into the world, and the smile of the people around him when they cried with joy, at that moment this baby became their core.

Maybe in the near future, he will go to school, work, marry a wife and have children. Maybe he will spend the same wait in this maternity ward as his father just now, and then have their children, and do the same work after his birth over and over again, and the children and grandchildren will be endless.

Qiao An looked at Qiao Xia, who was moved, and wanted to bring this girl back from the biological point of view of the origin of species, so she said: "When Qiao Xia was born, we were also so happy."

He pointed to the father of the smiling child again, and patiently explained: "At that time, Qiao Yang was as happy as him, how could Qiao Yang not want Qiao Xia."

Josha watched all this, fell into a long contemplation, and at the moment of birth she also became the focus of everyone's attention like that little baby.

"Jo Xia", Jo Ann tilted her head, and wanted to tell her something: "You know, my brother was not like this before".

Qiao Yang's memory of seven-year-old Qiao Xia is indeed not like it is now, at least he will not give up her in vain for the opportunity to perform.

Qiao An sighed slightly with a smile: "At that time, your father was still a new star on the drama stage, and he could win a grand slam for any award once he performed, which was the rising period of his career, so he had no time to think about his family, but unfortunately once you had pneumonia, the situation was very serious at that time, and your mother was also crazy and called your father."

Joan: "At the same time, your dad is worried about the new script, he didn't accept your mother's call to remind him, but he is also worried about you, that stage play is the most failed one in his life, and then the feelings of entering the play are too deep, he often goes to play some gangsters, unreliable, and soft roles, which has led to the same in life for ten years, can you understand Qiao Xia."

Qiao Xia didn't know that Qiao Yang had experienced this, so he nodded dumbly and remained silent.

went back and fell on the bed and thought about it, why did Qiao Yang become like this, is it all because he was too deep in the play, so if so, as long as he helps him out, will it be better.

The children in the snow continued to walk, all the way back from what should have been lost.