Kyoto Huayang Kindergarten

In physical education class, the children are playing, or playing with seesaws, or shoveling sand, or playing with slides, or playing with toys.

Among them was a child, but he didn't fit in.

The little boy sat cross-legged in a corner, wearing a blue T-shirt and denim overalls, revealing his white and tender arms.

He lowered his head, and his little short hand was resting on the building blocks in front of him.

He was very smart, and a bunch of very complex building blocks were quickly lifted up by him.

He is quiet, no one plays with him, and everything in the outside world does not seem to be able to enter his world.

Because of his low head, people can't see his face clearly, and can only see the small curly hair on his head, which is soft and playful and cute.

At this moment, several boys about four or five years old looked in his direction, lowered their heads and chattered something, and then walked over in a menacing manner.

"Hey, Su Yuanjin, let's play with these blocks." One of them, a relatively large boy who seemed to be in the lead, said in a voice that was clearly still immature, but with arrogance.

The little boy, that is, Su Yuanjin, continued to build on the building blocks in his hand as if he hadn't heard anything.

The boy was so angry that he stretched out his hand and waved it heavily, and the building blocks that Su Yuanjin had built were pushed up and scattered on the ground.

"Hmph, if you don't let me play, I can't play, and you can't play." The boy triumphantly said.

Su Yuanjin pinched a small building block in his hand, paused, and then slowly raised his head.

Under the soft little curly hair, there is a small face carved in pink and jade, delicate like a porcelain doll, with large and round eyes, long eyelashes, thick and curled, like a small fan.

It's just that at this time, this pretty little face is tense.

He pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Glancing at the people, he lowered his eyelashes, took back the scattered bricks piece by piece, and continued to build them.

His disregard only angered the boy even more.

He stepped forward again, waved the building block to the ground, remembered something, and said to the people in the TV series: "Su Yuanjin, you are a person who has a mother and no mother." ”

"Yes, Su Yuanjin, you don't have a mother." The other boys chimed in.

"I have a mom!" Su Yuanjin, who had not spoken, spoke at this time.

"You didn't, we never met your mother."

"I have a mom!" Su Yuanjin pinched the building blocks and repeated again, his eyes stubborn.

"Then why didn't your mother come to pick you up, Su Yuanjin, your mother doesn't want you anymore, you are a child without a mother."

"You've got to be a bad boy, that's why your mom doesn't want you."

"My mom didn't want me." Su Yuanjin's eyes were red, he stood up and rushed over like a small cannonball, "I have a mother." ”

"Su Yuanjin, you dare to hit me."

"Let's beat him together."

Soon, several children mixed up and fought.

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A small villa in Jing'an Garden

A young man in a white shirt and black pants was on the phone.

On the other end of the phone, it was the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"Xiao Mo, do you really want to be with her secretly like this for the rest of your life? Mom knows you like her, but what about her? Except for a marriage certificate at the beginning, not to mention the wedding, there is no plan to even make it public.

And Dudu, he is already three years old, and in the past three years, he has seen his mother many times, and he can count it on a few fingers. Doesn't Dudu miss her mother? ”