It is not easy to live alone in a big city with children, Meng Guangxin is not not concerned about Cheng Cheng's mental health, but when there are many things and work, many things can only be taken care of.

Men are not better than women, women are more careful, and men are more coarse, their ideas are simple and direct, even rough, thinking that the most important thing they want to do is to work hard outside to earn money to support their families and give their families a good material life, and often ignore the spiritual level.

Therefore, many men and women in the city divorce, and the men are always full of grievances and complaints, thinking that their hard work is in exchange for the incomprehension of their families.

Who can say that Meng Guangxin doesn't love Cheng Cheng enough, Xiaodouding is simply the only driving force for his life and struggle. He worked so hard just to make Cheng Cheng live a better life, and everything was from a good start.

But he also made the mistake of many men who earn money to support his family, neglecting to care more carefully about Cheng Cheng.

After talking to Dr. Xie, Meng Guangxin realized his mistake, and this weekend he left his work to accompany Cheng Cheng wholeheartedly.

He obviously felt that Cheng Cheng's smile was even more.

But as the new week begins, he gets caught up in a busy schedule and gradually repeats the same old ways.

One day, when Meng Guangxin went to the kindergarten to pick up Cheng Cheng from school, the little teacher in the class told him that Cheng Cheng was very good at storytelling, and it happened that the class was about to hold a storytelling competition and wanted to invite Cheng Cheng to participate.

Meng Guangxin thought that this was a good thing, and agreed without asking Cheng Cheng.

"Cheng Cheng, your father is very confident in you, you can, come on. The little teacher leaned over and said to Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng's little face was tense and a little flustered.

She is timid, and when there are many people, she can't speak, stammer, stumble, and can't speak smoothly, let alone tell stories.

That's the case in the Little Red Horse School Park.,Only when telling stories to Xiaobai、Xi'er、Durian a few familiar children,She can be like a fish in water.,But once there are many people,Once there are other relatively unfamiliar children to join,She's panicked.。

The little teacher asked her before, she shook her head, and weakly said that she was afraid, but she didn't expect her father to help her agree.

She followed her father home in silence, had a hurried dinner, and was sent to the little red horse by her father, and her father did not tell her about the storytelling contest the whole time.

But when she thought about it, she panicked, and she especially needed her father's encouragement and help.

She has autistic tendencies and is not good at taking the initiative to express and confide, while Meng Guangxin has been busy with the competition for a while and has no time to take care of her daughter.

In a huge restlessness, Cheng Cheng ushered in the storytelling competition of the class, she was invited by the little teacher to stand on the podium, and in the face of many children, she panicked and couldn't speak.

The storytelling king is gone, and some are just an isolated Meng Chengcheng.

She was put in the center of sight, at a loss, and didn't say a word.

Coming to the Little Red Horse School Park at night, Cheng Cheng was preoccupied and looked for Xiaobai everywhere.

Xiaobai is her best friend, and she likes to tell her everything.

Xiaobai is painting with a group of children, looking very serious.

She stood behind Xiaobai, leaned forward with her little body, stretched out her little head and took a look, it was a palm-sized elf with wings flying in the moonlight, not completely drawn, but Xiaobai drew it really well.

"Ho ho ho ho ~ ~ Is it good-looking?" Xiao Bai turned around and asked Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng nodded his little head: "Good-looking, Xiaobai, you are so powerful." ”

"Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho ~~~"

Xiaobai smiled like a little hamster who had eaten stealing, and continued to draw at the desk.

Cheng Cheng watched for a while, left silently, came to the reading area alone, turned around, looked for the puppet doll, but there was no more, they were all taken away by the children.

She stood on tiptoe and took a picture book from the shelf, the name she couldn't read, she didn't know, but she was still like a baby, and came to the corner to sit down, ready to read the picture book alone.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of something that had fallen to the ground in the corner of the bookshelf, and Da Da ran over to pick it up, a little rabbit doll with long ears in torn clothes.

Not only is the bunny doll's clothes torn, but the left ear is also broken, revealing the PP cotton inside.

No wonder it was thrown on the ground without children, it turned out to be a broken little rabbit.

Cheng Cheng took her in his arms in distress, came to the corner and sat down, and carefully wiped the dust off the little rabbit.

She couldn't even bear to slap it with her hands, for fear of hurting the little rabbit.

She sorted out her ragged clothes again, looked at her broken ears, stroked them gently, and used her brains to help her, and at the same time she was almost crying for her distress.

With the doll in his hand, he can tell a story, and Cheng Cheng came to the corner where he was talking to a broken little rabbit doll.

Meng Chengcheng, who was so frightened that he couldn't say a word during the day, turned into a story king again.

She is the elf in the moonlight in Xiaobai's painting, and when no one is around, she is the most agile.

She wants to tell the little rabbit in her arms something strange, looking at the picture book, even guessing with Meng, but coincidentally, this picture book story is also about the little rabbit, called "Guess How Much I Love You", which is about the dialogue between the little rabbit and the rabbit's mother.

As he spoke, Cheng Cheng hugged the little rabbit doll and began to cry silently. She misses her mother.

The more I cried, the more I missed my mother, and the more I thought about it, the more the grievances in my mother's heart surged out.

Thinking of the embarrassment of the day, thinking of the words I wanted to say to my father but didn't say them, I thought of many, many ...... The little heart can't hold too much, the little heart only holds the father and the long-lost masked mother, all the little animals in the world, a basket of stories, and a little white.

In the corner of the reading area, Meng Chengcheng's children sobbed quietly.

During the day, she was so embarrassed and scared that she didn't cry, but now, when she was alone in front of a broken doll and a picture book that she couldn't read, she cried.

Everyone is born strong, and external forces are not easy to break this layer of strength, they are often attacked from the inside.

Cheng Cheng cried, not noticing that someone was approaching, under the light, this person's brain was glowing, it was the bald Luo Zikang.

Luo Zikang found Cheng Cheng, stared at her strangely, didn't stop, and walked away coldly.

He didn't like the little girl he was younger than, because he didn't like the little girl in the family who was younger than him, who was not born to his mother but said it was his sister.

He hates Xiaobai even more, and Cheng Cheng is on Xiaobai's side, so Luo Zikang doesn't like it either.

Although he found that Cheng Cheng was crying, he snorted arrogantly, ignored it, and walked away, seemingly disdainful of the little girl crying and chirping.

Luo Zikang left, and after a while, he happened to pass by again, threw two tissues in front of Cheng Cheng in disgust, didn't say a word, kept his funny arrogance, and left.

Da Da Da Da~~ A rush of footsteps came, Xiaobai ran over, looking around.

"Cheng Cheng ~~~~"

Xiaobai saw Cheng Cheng crying in the corner, shouted, ran over, and hugged her little shoulders like an adult.

"Cheng Cheng, do you have a claw?don't cry, don't cry~"

When it's hot in summer, the old people say that if you whistle into the distance, the wind will blow.

The same goes for tears, which come and go when someone "whistles" at them.

In the face of Xiaobai's comfort, Cheng Cheng threw himself into Xiaobai's arms, his two little hands grabbed her clothes tightly, and his crying little body was trembling.

Xiaobai was flustered, he had never seen this kind of battle. She thought about it, and then she thought that she should reach out and hug Cheng Cheng, like a grandmother, gently patting her little shoulder, and humming softly in her mouth:

"Fighting insects, biting hands. Moth, moth, fly~......"