In a living room full of toys, there were seven or eight children of five or six years old.

Among the children, there is a particularly conspicuous little boy, his eyes are big, the pupil color is ink, the skin is white and tender, and the appearance is cute and handsome.

Several little girls circled around him, and their mouths kept talking.

"Chenchen, this rag doll is for you to play with." The little girl picked up the beautifully dressed doll in her hand and handed it to the boy.

Another girl also picked up the doll in her hand and stretched it out to the boy, "Chenchen, mine is also for you." ”

The boy looked at them expressionlessly, and then said in a milky voice, "I don't want it." ”

The girls withdrew their hands in frustration.

The boy turned his back to them, a little unhappy.

They're annoying, they're not cute at all.

Chen Chen didn't like them.

Girls, you look at me, I look at you, and then silently lowered their heads to play with the toys in their hands, and did not leave.

"Ahh

A loud cry startled the other children, who looked up.

A boy with messy hair, messy clothes, and a tear-stained face is crying sadly, "I want to go home!" I want Mom! ”

"What's going on?"

A woman wearing a red dress, delicate makeup on her face, and a pair of hateful and gentle temperaments walked in.

"Auntie, he cried." A little girl said.

The woman walked up to the crying boy, bowed her head and comforted him, then called two men over and picked them up.

The woman turned her head and waved to the other children, "You guys come to Auntie." ”

The children hurriedly walked over, but only one boy did not pass, with his back to them, as if he did not hear.

The woman raised her eyes and glanced at the boy, sighed, and then said gently to the children: "You are obedient, if anyone is homesick, tell Auntie, and Auntie will send someone to send you home." ”

The children nodded obediently.

The woman continued: "You guys play with Chen Chen more, Chen Chen likes you very much." ”

A little girl said, "Auntie, Chenchen and he ignore us." ”

This girl is the one who gave Chenchen a rag doll before and was rejected.

The woman smiled, "That's because Chen Chen is shy, you have to be patient, and when you get acquainted, you will naturally play together." ”

"Mom."

A crisp child's voice rang out from outside the door.

The woman and the other children looked over.

A very beautiful and lovely girl, about seven or eight years old, dressed in a beautiful princess dress and a pair of watery eyes, stood at the door.

The woman's face was happy, and she walked over to the girl, "Qiaoqiao, why are you here?" ”

Wu Qiao's eyes flashed slightly, and she naturally pretended to be a seven or eight-year-old girl, and said in a crisp voice: "I miss my mother." ”

The woman pouted, "We've only been seeing each other for a few hours, and you're missing your mother." ”

Wu Qiao nodded heavily, spread her hands, and said coquettishly: "I want my mother to hug me." ”

The woman bent down to pick her up, but said, "You're seven years old, and you still want your mother to hold you." ”

Wu Qiao pouted, "Can't you hug it when you're seven years old?" ”

The woman smiled dotingly, "No matter how old Qiaoqiao is, Qiaoqiao can hug her mother when she wants to." ”

Wu Qiao smiled happily and looked at the boy who had been facing away from them from beginning to end.

The woman carried her to the children and said to them, "You go and play with Chenchen." ”