Meng Chen stood even more straight than the tree, motionless, and like a sculpture.

His eyes kept falling on Xiao Zi and the boy, his pupils tightened and his expression was slightly moved.

The north wind blew his hair, and the cold wind blew on his cheeks, like a knife, but he didn't realize it at all.

He was looking at her, and her eyes were only on the little boy.

It was not until the little boy's figure disappeared that she got into the car and left.

Meng Chen is very thin, his fingers exposed in the air are thin and slender, with clear joints and slightly curled up his fingers.

He seemed to have no sense of consciousness, just standing like this, motionless.

It's past nine o'clock.

The children in the kindergarten do exercises and activities during recess.

Xiao Yu held a football and played with the children. Standing on the lawn, he smiled happily.

But sometimes he can't understand what his classmates are saying, and he will be confused.

Another child said English that he couldn't understand. Xiao Yu scratched his head and shook his head, and only knew how to speak very simple English: "idon'tunderrwords."

The blond and blue-eyed children across the street didn't know how to communicate, so they scratched their heads.

Two little guys stared at each other.

Meng Chen walked over gently on the lawn, translated the words of the British child and told Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu was very surprised and immediately said: "I understand! OK, let's have an appointment to play football together on Sunday."

Meng Chen translated Xiao Yu's words to British children, and the children were also very happy.

The two little guys made an appointment to play football together on Sunday.

Meng Chen squatted down, he squatted down to look at Xiao Yu, not touching him, but just looking at him.

Xiao Yu thanked him very friendly: "Thank you uncle, did you come from China?"

"Um."

"Xiao Yu's English is not good. Xiao Yu has to start making up for the lessons from now on, so he can communicate with his classmates as soon as possible."

"You are still young, don't worry." Meng Chen raised his hand and took off a small grass on his neckline for him. His expression was vicissitudes, but his eyes were friendly and clear.

"Uncle, are you a teacher?" Xiao Yu asked curiously, holding the football.

"No, I'm passing by here."

"Then can you play football? Why don't we play together."

"I can just watch you play, go and play with the children." Meng Chen's low and mute voice was a soft tone. He was still squatting beside Xiao Yu, looking at the little child.

"Uncle, I'll go over to play football."

"Um."

Xiao Yu ran on the lawn very happily, and was even more contagious when she smiled.

The little guy is pure and optimistic, cheerful and simple, and he is full of vitality when playing with his friends.

Meng Chen watched from the side, not walking away or leaving.

Until these children went to class and there were no figures on the playground, he still did not leave, standing silently, as if the child was still here.

He knew that his name was Xiaoyu, and he also knew that he was a child adopted by Xiao Zi from the capital.

He knew even more... Xiao Zi was very nice to him and treated him as his own child.

At the same time, he also knew that Xiao Zi no longer goes to bars and nightclubs now, and she began to work like an ordinary person and live a simple and ordinary life.

Once, he advised her many times to stop falling into depravity and to cheer up and embrace a bright future.

But he never told her how to fight for the future.

He has always been like this…so she was filled with disappointment and helplessness with him.
Chapter completed!