Lu Yuqing suddenly regretted letting the kitchen give Xiao Jiu steamed steamed buns tonight.

Stretched out his hand to wipe her tears: "Master will make you steamed buns next time, okay?" ”

"No......" Xiao Jiu shook his head sadly, his eyes widened, and tears were like pearls with broken threads, dripping down one by one: "Dad, doesn't Master want Xiao Jiu anymore?" Why don't you come to pick up Xiao Jiu yet? ”

This question made Lu Yuqing's heart hurt a little.

The little girl went to the kindergarten today, and saw that the closest people came to pick up the children, subconsciously, she regarded the Lu family as a kindergarten, thinking that her master would also come to the house to pick her up and take her back to the temple.

Lu Ziyun on the side was slightly stunned, but she didn't expect the little girl who was still alive just now suddenly seemed to be abandoned by someone and cried so sadly and pitifully.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, the week after his mother passed away, he went to school, and after school, it was his father who came to pick him up, and he cried all the way.

Because, in the past, his mother came to pick him up from school, and he realized that his mother would never come to pick her up from school again.

Xiao Jiu's thoughts about her master are just like how he missed his mother at the beginning, because he missed him too much, so he was afraid and afraid.

He walked to Zhan Jiu's side and wiped away her tears: "I called your master, and he said, the day after tomorrow, let's send you back." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Jiu suddenly stopped crying, stared at him with round eyes, the inside was clear and pure, and asked cautiously: "Really?" ”

Lu Yuqing didn't expect this kid to make his own decisions, but he didn't want Xiao Jiu to suffer the pain of longing at such a young age, so he didn't stop it.

Lu Ziyun said again: "If you don't believe it, you can use a video with your master on your mobile phone to ask questions." ”

Xiao Jiu wiped away his tears with his little hands, sobbed, took a deep breath, and said softly: "Then I won't cry anymore, Master doesn't like Xiao Jiu to cry the most, his eyes are swollen and swollen, Master will be sad." ”

Lu Yuqing saw her well-behaved and sensible little appearance, and suddenly thought of what he said in the kindergarten classroom of the school, she was very sensible and distressed.

Xiao Jiu's love will not be given to him alone.

Although I was very jealous of Sanskrit, I had to be grateful to him.

Xiao Jiu must have grown up in a loving environment, so he would be so sensible and empathetic, if it weren't for Sanskrit, he wouldn't be so well-behaved.

Even if she thought so, she still felt very uncomfortable when she thought that Xiao Jiu loved her master the most.

Who can not love such a well-behaved girl?

Lu Ziyun looked at her obedient appearance, and suddenly felt a little distressed, because he had experienced it himself, he was already in elementary school at that time, and the taste of fear is still fresh in his memory.

Now, Xiao Jiu is only more than four years old, and he will only be more scared than he was at the beginning.

He often wondered if someone could tell him that his mother would be back in two days, and he would be much more relieved.

What Xiao Jiu envied him was that his master was still in the world, and his mother would really not come back.

The little girl wiped away her tears, and then touched her little belly: "Dad, can we go eat steamed buns?" Xiao Jiu was hungry and wanted to eat steamed buns. ”

Lu Yuqing glanced at his son, a little surprised, the son who is the least verbal on weekdays has a hand in comforting the little girl.

When Lu Ziyun saw that she was not crying, she touched her father's warm gaze, and frowned a little unnaturally: "I cried with a snot on my face, and I was ugly." ”