Jing Lin finished eating obediently, and Lin Fangfei wiped her mouth. She said in a milky voice, "Mom, I'm going to kindergarten." ”

Lin Fangfei smiled, "You didn't want to go out when you were rushed to go before, but today you are sick, why do you want to go again?" ”

Jing Lin was sick, and her voice was soft, "I just want to go." Her eyes were wet and her expression was earnest.

Lin Fangfei relented and touched her forehead, "Then let's go again in the afternoon." ”

Jing Lin remembered her father's words in the morning, and Tu Mochu didn't answer her all night, and she was a little uneasy. But she was only a four-year-old child, and she could only listen to her mother.

In the afternoon, Jing Lin was sent to kindergarten.

At that time, the kindergarten was quite simple, there were a few plum blossoms planted in the yard, there was no such facility as a slide, only two seesaws made of simple wooden planks, yesterday there was rain and hail, the seesaw was wet, and the seesaw could not be played for the time being. Teacher Zhang is organizing the children to play games.

Another female teacher will not be back until next week, and Teacher Zhao is too busy to touch the ground.

Lin Fangfei handed Jing Lin's soft little hand to Teacher Zhang, and she looked into the classroom, where the children were playing with lost handkerchiefs. Everyone was clapping their hands and singing, but only one person did not participate.

Tu Mochu turned his head sideways and met Jing Lin's gaze. There was silence in his eyes, but for a moment, he turned back and stopped looking at her.

Tu Mochu was also in the circle formed by the children. Because he has no legs, he is undoubtedly the most special existence in the kindergarten. Teacher Xiao Zhang pitied him, the children were afraid and hated him, he seemed to have become an outlier in the whole kindergarten, so out of place.

The children's immature voices were singing, and Teacher Zhang smiled and brought Jing Lin to the children. Opposite her was Tu Mochu.

"Throw it, throw it, throw it away, put it gently on the back of the child, don't tell him, hurry up and catch him, hurry up and catch him......"

The handkerchief fell behind Yang Jun, the little fat man didn't react, and when everyone looked at him with a smile, he turned his head and found the handkerchief behind him, and jumped up to catch someone, but the child in front of him had already returned to his position.

Yang Jun depressedly became the person who threw the handkerchief in the next round, first sang a children's rhyme taught by the teacher as punishment, and then continued the game.

The children in a circle continued to clap their hands and sing, "Throw away, throw away, throw handkerchiefs......

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and looked at Tu Mochu in the wheelchair.

Jing Lin's heart jumped, she didn't come to the kindergarten on this day in her previous life, but after the next day, Tu Mochu didn't seem to have spoken again, and even refused to come to the kindergarten, completely becoming a taciturn person. So what did he go through?

With the singing, Yang Jun threw the handkerchief behind Tu Mochu, and at this time, Teacher Zhang happened to take a child with a stomachache to the toilet.

The audience instantly fell silent, even children knew that Tu Mochu had no legs, and he couldn't get up and catch anyone.

Tu Mochu turned around and saw the handkerchief behind him.

Yang Jun grimaced at him, and the children giggled at his funny appearance.

Tu Mochu gritted his teeth, holding the wheelchair with one hand, while trying to bend down.

Yang Jun pointed at him and laughed.

Jing Lin's heart is beating fast, don't pick it up...... Don't pick up ......

The chirping of cicadas in summer makes people feel irritable.

Tu Mochu picked up the handkerchief with difficulty. His eyes were dark and dark, like an abyss. Amid the laughter of all the children, his thin arms swerved his wheelchair forward. But at the age of five, his leg had just been broken, and he was not familiar with manipulating a wheelchair, which was crawling like a snail.

The children's exclamations forced him to move forward, he didn't want to care about anything, with the handkerchief on his crippled leg, he just wanted to catch up with Yang Jun in front.

Yang Jun deliberately ran very slowly, and he didn't return to his position, just holding his stomach and laughing as he ran.

Tu Mo couldn't control the direction of the wheelchair, and he didn't know how to exert himself, he was like a sleepy beast, irritable and desperate to turn the wheelchair, stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.

Ignorant children are laughing at him. With tears in his eyes, he tried to hold on to something, so he adjusted his wheelchair over and over again.

Jing Lin stared at him stunned. The more she grows up, the more her childhood memories will become blurred, and in her impression, Tu Mochu is a crippled man with no legs, nothing more. There is no place for him in her life, and if it weren't for the fact that he later became a well-known demon and once protected her with a blank face, she wouldn't have paid much attention to him if she might live again.

He is a demon in the eyes of the world, but he is Jing Lin's benefactor, and she feels that she must do something.

When Yang Jun jumped and jumped over, Jing Lin turned awkwardly and hugged his legs.

Yang Jun shouted, "Jing Lin, you let go, what are you doing?" He was anxious to shake Jing Lin away.

The four-year-old girl doll didn't have much strength, the little fat man was like a little bull, rampage, and Jing Lin was about to be unable to hold him.

Jing Lin blinked, like a piece of kraft candy, half-lying and tightly dragging Yang Jun's leg to prevent him from leaving. No matter how strong the five-year-old Yang Jun is, it is impossible to run circles with a child.

There was a lot of commotion in the kindergarten.

In the hot summer, Jing Lin was wearing a pair of shorts, knee-length, the child's skin was delicate, and the bare calves were red by the ground. There was a coquettishness in her eyes, and she almost fell to the ground.

Because she had just been sick, Jing Lin's little milk voice was hoarse, "Don't run!" ”

Yang Jun couldn't break free, didn't know what to do, and finally cried.

Jing Lin was stunned. She looked blankly at the little fat man who was crying, and then turned her head to look at Tu Mochu not far away. He—Why didn't he come and catch him? What should she do if she makes Xiao Yang Jun cry?

Tu Mochu took the handkerchief and looked at her as well, a pair of eyes that were exceptionally bright in the summer sun, looking up at him helplessly.

Yang Jun cried loudly, his voice was high-pitched, and he was crying out of snot bubbles.

Tu Mochu looked at Jing Lin and Yang Jun who was trapped by her, pursed his lips, threw the handkerchief over, turned his head and pushed the wheelchair to the door.

The handkerchief fell in front of Jing Lin, and she was still lying on her stomach, maintaining the posture of trapping Yang Jun, not knowing whether to let go or not.

Yang Jun cried heartbreakingly, and other children in the kindergarten also cried. As soon as Teacher Zhang entered the door, she saw such a chaotic scene, and she immediately stepped forward to pick up Xiao Jinglin.

Tu Mochu had already moved to the door, and heard the voice of Teacher Xiao Zhang coaxing Yang Jun from inside. He looked out at the path, it was already the next afternoon, and his father and mother still hadn't come.

The noise and crying behind him kept coming, and Tu Mochu never looked back. He didn't say it, but he knew a lot of things.

For example, the most popular children in the kindergarten are Yang Jun and Chen Meixi. Because Yang Jun can be funny and will take everyone to play, Chen Meixi is good-looking and dresses beautifully.

For another example, the little girl with sparkling eyes just now, who was the youngest girl in the kindergarten, was only sent to the kindergarten this month and lived in the same neighborhood as his family. Crying, squeamish, and easily sick, called Jinglin.

Teacher Xiao Zhang finally coaxed Yang Jun well, and when she turned around, Jing Lin was looking at her and the little fat man with a pair of big black eyes.

Teacher Xiao Zhang squatted down to check Jing Lin's calf, which was a large red patch, and even some broken skin. The little girl doesn't cry or make trouble, she is quiet and sensible. When he first came to kindergarten, this youngest child was still a crybaby.

Seeing that Jing Lin didn't cry, Teacher Xiao Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't expect two children of this young age to explain what was going on, as long as they didn't make a fuss.

As soon as Teacher Xiao Zhang left, Yang Jun's crying red eyes glared at Jing Lin fiercely, and then he snorted and left.

In the afternoon, the teacher taught origami, and Tu Mochu sat at the door, reluctant to come back. Teacher Zhang wanted to push his wheelchair in the past, but he clasped the crack of the door, and Teacher Zhang was afraid that he would hurt his fingers, so he had to give up.

Jing Lin knew what he was looking at, and his parents hadn't come to pick him up yet.

She vaguely remembered that when she was in elementary school, Uncle Tu Yiqian and Aunt Fang Lanzhi divorced, and Tu Mochu followed her father. But she didn't pay attention to him at the time, and she forgot that it happened in the first grade of elementary school.

Jing Lin was stunned for an afternoon. She's not really a four-year-old, so it's impossible for her to be interested in these games, and she seems to have a fever, a confused head, and no energy.

It seems that he has the memory and soul of an adult, but he has such a young body, which is really awkward.

After school, parents came to pick up their children one after another.

Yang Jun's father was still the first to come, and the little fat man stood up proudly from the small bench, and glanced at her when he passed by Jing Lin. However, he held a grudge even more against Tu Mochu, and he said loudly before going out: "Your father won't come to pick you up!" ”

Tu Mochu raised his eyes, his dark eyes staring at Yang Jun, his pale fingers tightly gripping the handle of the wheelchair.

Yang Jun ran away with a smoke. Jing Lin is angry, bear child!

Jing Lin's mother Lin Fangfei got off work a little late at the garment factory, so Chen Meixi was usually picked up by her grandmother. So in the end, only Jing Lin, Tu Mochu and Xiao Zhang were left in the classroom.

Teacher Xiao Zhang cleaned up the confetti left by the children, and Jing Lin looked at Tu Mochu's back and walked over with her little short legs.

The afterglow of the setting sun filled the courtyard, and her little fat hand held a paper airplane and gently placed it on Tu Mochu's lap.

Tu Mochu's wheelchair is not high, but it is a little taller than a four-year-old female doll when he sits on it.

Tu Mochu looked down at her. She smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she said in a soft little milk voice: "Here you are, my name is Jinglin, our family is very close, let's go home together, right?" ”

Tu Mochu had a cold face and threw the plane off guard.

Go away, don't. She could read the meaning of his eyes.

Tu Mochu forgot that it was a paper airplane, and the breeze blew, and it flew out lightly and landed next to the plum blossom tree in the courtyard.

Jing Lin glanced at the paper airplane, and then turned to look at him. The next moment she stepped away from her little short legs, hummed and picked them up, and then ran back and cherished the paper airplane on his lap, the light in her eyes not extinguished at all.

Tu Mochu's heart ignited with fire, and although he didn't know why, he gritted his teeth and threw it again.

Jing Lin continued to pick him up, and every time she picked it up, she was careful to pat the dust, put it on his lap, and looked up and smiled at him.

I don't know how many times, Jing Lin carefully put the paper airplane on his lap. Tu Mochu tore it apart with an expressionless face.

Jing Lin's slightly yellow hair was soft, and she pricked two small chirps, tilting her head to look at him.

Tu Mochu felt that she would definitely cry, just like Yang Jun, who cried earth-shatteringly, and then complained to the teacher. All the children in the kindergarten didn't like him, he didn't like to talk until his leg was broken, he didn't have many friends, and the children thought he was withdrawn and difficult to get along with.

Jing Lin knew that all the people who had been injured were like a hedgehog, but his heart was still soft.

She asked him in a child's innocent tone, "If you don't play, then let's go home, my mother didn't come to pick me up." Shall we go home by ourselves? ”

Tu Mochu didn't speak, but when Jing Lin reached out to touch his wheelchair, he hit the back of her hand at once. He didn't show any mercy in his hands, and with a crisp snap, the soft little hand immediately turned red.

Jing Lin subconsciously retracted her hand. She looked down at her hand, and Tu Mochu was also looking at the hand he had beaten.

The little girl's fleshy little hands are white and soft, and there are a few cute little nests on the backs of the hands. Jing Lin was afraid of pain when she was a child, and she was scared and trembling when she was injected. Tu Mochu was born with a broken palm, and he hit it unexpectedly painfully without mercy.

Jing Lin sighed secretly, he was indeed too difficult to get along with. She wanted to say something more, Lin Fangfei's figure had already appeared on the path outside the kindergarten.

Jing Lin frowned slightly, Lin Fangfei came over to pick her up, and said hello to Teacher Xiao Zhang. When passing by Tu Mochu's side, Lin Fangfei also softened, "Mochu, Aunt Lin will take you home." ”

Tu Mochu lowered his head and didn't speak, his fingers clasped the crack in the door.

Teacher Xiao Zhang said embarrassedly: "Jinglin's mother, you go first." ”

Lin Fangfei had no choice but to leave with her soft daughter in her arms, and sighed as she walked: "Alas, what kind of sin did those two people make, a good child's character has developed such a ......"

Teacher Xiao Zhang smiled and touched Tu Mochu's head. Tu Mochu was motionless, and Teacher Xiao Zhang followed his line of sight, only to find that he was looking at the mother and daughter at the end of the path.

Lin Fangfei picked a small yellow wildflower and pinned it to the little chirp of the little girl's hair, and the female doll was so happy that her eyes were bent into crescents, innocent and cute.

Tu Mochu's gaze always fell on Jing Lin, and after a long time, he spread his hand, and a piece of paper airplane fragments in his palm flew away with the wind.

He knew she was lying to him, and her mother would come and pick her up.