Holding Cheng Yao in his arms, listening to the crying sound she released the moment she saw herself, Cheng Haoxuan knelt on the ground, and hugged her tighter in distress, little by little, and then without any gap or distance.

Cheng Haoxuan lowered his head and buried it in her neck, listening to her crying, his heart also tugged, but he could only gently coax her over and over again, telling her not to be sad.

"No crying, huh?" He gently wiped her tears, sighed and hugged her into his arms again, gently patting her back, "Yaoyao is good, don't cry." ”

"Yaoyao is the most well-behaved, don't cry."

After a while, Cheng Yao stopped crying, sobbed, grabbed the hem of Cheng Haoxuan's clothes and refused to let go, and asked her why she was crying, Cheng Yao sobbed and said, Cheng Haoxuan knew.

Thinking of his grandmother's departure, he also cried like a child, took her into his arms, gently rubbed her head, and didn't know whether he wanted to comfort her or comfort his little self.

Seeing that she was crying a lot, Cheng Haoxuan thought about it and went to the commissary to buy tissues.

Cheng Yao looked up at his back as he left in a hurry, quietly waiting for him to come back, and while waiting, he couldn't help but start shedding tears again.

For some reason, it seems that the tears can't be stopped.

Soon, Cheng Haoxuan came back, he took a breath and squatted in front of her, "Why are you crying again?" Yaoyao is obedient, not sad. He spoke softly, as if he were coaxing a child.

Cheng Yao looked at him with teary eyes, but it made people feel a little excited, as if his figure reflected in her pupils was the only sword that could remove her sadness.

Cheng Haoxuan took a tissue to wipe her tears, and then laughed at her while blowing her nose with a tissue, "Little flower cat, it's so ugly." ”

At this time, Cheng Yao was dumbfounded, looking up at him, deeply, as if he had not yet come out of the confusion, looking at Cheng Haoxuan blankly, but he was full of dependence on him.

After speaking, Cheng Haoxuan wiped her nose, then went to throw the paper ball back, bent down, put his hands under her armpits, picked her up like a child, and reached out to pat the dust on her pants.

Holding her hand, "I'll take you to my studio and take a break there, okay?" ”

At this time, Cheng Yao was like a child, very obedient, and nodded obediently.

Looking at her, Cheng Haoxuan bowed his head and kissed her sideburns with some distress, and took her to the studio.

As if he had telepathy, Fang Cai somehow wanted to go over there, but he didn't expect to see Cheng Yao.

One of her tears seemed to be a downpour of his world.

It hurts him.

Cheng Haoxuan led her to walk in the long corridor of Xinyi Building, and the exit of this long corridor of Xinyi Building happened to be the cafeteria at the other end.

Cheng Haoxuan couldn't help but think of the feeling of walking alone in this long corridor when he sent her to the cafeteria after the school celebration performance that day.

The corridor hasn't changed, the environment hasn't changed, it's just that with her, it won't be so empty.

My heart is full.

When she arrived at the studio, Cheng Haoxuan pulled her to sit down in his arms, gently patted her back, and said something else to divert her attention so that she could be happier.

"Would you like to see what I painted?" As he spoke, he had already reached out to open his painting folder and let her look through it at will.