"So what should I say?" Chen asked Zhen Zhen.

"Madam, may you think about what you would like others to do when you were young, when you encountered something that you were afraid of?"

"Where do you remember this?" Chan smiled.

It's not that I don't remember, but the unpleasant memories are all suppressed in the depths of the memory, but this unpleasantness has never disappeared.

Zhen Zhen didn't say anything. She didn't have time to process Chen's memories right now.

For Zhen Zhen, evoking a person's memories and not dealing with them is like a surgeon disemboweling someone but not helping them stitch it up.

Zhen Zhen said: "One is like what I just said, to encourage Xiaoyu to tell her joys, sorrows, and sorrows." For example, you say, "Child, cry, my mother is here." ”

"......" Chen didn't understand Zhen Zhen's intentions, and didn't know why Zhen Zhen was staring at her.

"Can you say that?" Zhen Zhen asked.

"Yes." Chan said.

"Repeat that, please."

Chen was not used to having someone teach her to speak, but she repeated: "Child, cry, my mother is here."

Zhen Zhen nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that you are indeed fine." ”

"Are you saying that some people can't even say such a word?" Chen asked, confused.

"Yes, some people have not received enough care and attention from their families since they were young, and the whole person has become very indifferent, and it will be very difficult for such people."

"Makes sense."

"Madame, you can also say that you will provide support and help to the child, such as 'I am here and can help you'."

Chen was as good as a stream, and quickly repeated it.

"There is also less talk and more action, quietly accompany the child. Actually, you did a great job today. If you hadn't been with me, I wouldn't have been able to persuade her. ”

"Then why did I keep persuading her, but she didn't listen?"

"Kids, you always have to be greedy for what you want." Zhen Zhen smiled and made an analogy.

While the two were talking, Xiaoyu drew some more drawings and scribbles, but it was no longer a black piece, with lines and rhythms.

Zhen Zhen said to Chen: "These painted things are the unspeakable things that are blocked in Xiaoyu's heart. Throwing away these pieces of paper is like throwing away these burdens that are hidden in your heart. ”

"Okay, I'll get her pen and paper. There are still some paints in Grandpa Guo's study, so I'll send someone to bring them here. Chan said.

Pigments are also very expensive things, and ordinary people can't afford to use them.

Zhen Zhen said: "Xiaoyu is really lucky to have a mother like you."

Chen smiled happily: "When you have a child in the future, you will have an experience, and you are willing to do anything for her."

"I believe it."

"Let Xiaoyu keep drawing?" Chan asked.

"She thinks she can stop when she's done drawing, and if she wants, ask her what she's drawing. If you don't want to, don't force it. ”

"Miss Zhen, to be honest, why do you know so much? Look at your age. Chen sighed more than once.

"Maybe it's because I'm not old, I still remember what happened when I was a child, and I like to ponder, so I know more about what my children think." Zhen Zhen tried his best to give her a reasonable answer.

"But everybody's from childhood!" Chen probably wanted to sigh why he wasn't as empathetic as Zhen Zhen.

"Maybe when I'm older, I'll forget what happened before. Then see the world through the eyes of an adult. ”

Chen actually wanted to ask her where she was taught, but several attempts were fruitless, so she had to give up.

After Xiaoyu smeared a few more pieces of paper, she finally stopped.

Zhen Zhen asked her, "Can you tell me what you painted?"

Xiaoyu divided his hands in the air to both sides, made a "bang" in his mouth, and then said: "There are many, many people's voices, so noisy and noisy."

Zhen Zhen understood that Xiaoyu was small and might not see the tragic situation on the viewing platform as clearly as an adult, but the various noisy voices in her ears were a great disturbance to her. She's painting "sounds," or how they feel to her.

"Can you still hear those loud noises?" She wants to confirm whether Xiaoyu has "auditory hallucinations".

"No, my house is quiet."

"Do you still think those voices are noisy?"

"......" Xiaoyu did not answer, and seemed unwilling to answer the question.

Zhen Zhen didn't ask, after all, Xiaoyu's current mood couldn't get better all of a sudden. What she asked was, "What are we going to do now?"

Xiaoyu tilted her head and thought for a while and said, "Let's go kick the shuttlecock." The last time Qingqing taught me to weave flower jumps, I haven't learned it yet. ”

Chan said, "I don't know how to kick."

"I'm not playing very well, I haven't played in a long time, so let's give it a try." Zhen Zhen said. In her previous life, she could only kick three or five, and in the memory of the original owner in this life, she could kick a few more, but after not practicing for so long, her skills were stiff.

Sports produce serotonin, which is pleasurable, and you have to kick it a few times anyway.

Hearing this, Qingqing turned around and got a shuttlecock, and the four of them came to the courtyard.

Qingqing's shuttlecock kicking is really powerful, the shuttlecock is like growing on her feet, it can't fall to the ground, and she kicks a hundred in a blink of an eye. Xiaoyu followed Qingqing's appearance, kicked a few with a clear eye, and pestered Qingqing to learn to weave flowers and kick.

After Zhen Zhen and Chen each kicked once, they were completely left aside by Xiaoyu, who called them inferior in skills?

Zhen Zhen looked at the sky for a while, and then offered to leave. She said to Chen: "Let's observe the child's situation for a little longer." It's also important for children to have fun and not have time to think about that. You can invite her children to play with her. I'll come back the day after tomorrow. ”

On the way back to Zhen's mansion by the carriage of the Duke of Lu, Zhen Zhen saw that the market was still deserted, and the sergeants checking at the intersection did not mean to decrease at all.

Back at home, the family waited until dark, but the men still didn't return.

Zhen Zhen had dinner with her mother, and her mother rarely didn't ask about the Lu Guogong Mansion, it seems that her mother is worried about other things---- such as her father and brother.

Finally, Haoxing came back with Zhen An before curfew.

Zhen Zhen, like everyone, didn't ask Haoxing, but his eyes revealed his inner activity of longing to know the news.

Haoxing took the handkerchief handed by Jiang Ying to wipe his face, and said: "After visiting for a day, I didn't find any valuable clues. It is said that no one was found on Hanzhao's side. If you rush downstream, you may have to look for a few more days. ”

Zhen Cheng came home at the point of curfew. The news brought back was: "The emperor asked the crown prince to thoroughly investigate the bombing case, and asked Jing Zhaoyin to assist."

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