Zhuo Yuanhang kept Little Youzi sitting on his lap, held her soft little hand, and led her to draw.

His voice was calm and calm: "Jia Qi, a child is like this. After relying on the mother for a long time, it wants a father. Don't care too much, or deliberately find a father for her. Don't wrong yourself for the sake of the child. You

You are still young and have a long road ahead, so find someone you like and who also likes you."

Ye Jiaqi said nothing.

He continued: "It was like this when I was a child. I could only see my mother but not my father, so I always thought about what my father was like. When I saw young men coming to my home, I would get close to them intentionally or unintentionally, always thinking about them.

He can be my father. It doesn't matter anymore when I get older. Having an irresponsible father who doesn't love his family is actually more terrifying than not having a father at all."

"Yeah, I know." Ye Jiaqi whispered.

"Yes, you know better than me, and you have always been smart." Zhuo Yuanhang looked at the drawing board and held Xiaoyouzi's hand, "I know you will be very happy in the future."

"You too, you will be happy too."

Zhuo Yuanhang did not answer, lowered his head and looked at the little grapefruit in his arms.

Little Yuzi also raised her little face and looked at him eagerly, smiling happily.

Children don't have much patience, but Little Yuzi is quite interested in painting, but it may be that the light breath of Zhuo Yuanhang makes her feel comfortable, and she clings to Zhuo Yuanhang and refuses to let go.

One drawing after another was drawn on the drawing paper, and Zhuo Yuanhang taught Little Youzi to draw many things.

There is a ginkgo tree in the yard. In this season, all the leaves of the ginkgo have fallen off, leaving only the bare branches that cut off the sunlight, and the fragmented light and shadow fall on the ground and their shadows.

Ye Jiaqi stood aside and watched Zhuo Yuanhang teach little Youzi to draw. This rare quiet time deeply touched her heart.

She really enjoyed this time so much.

The sun is gradually setting in the west.

They originally had many topics in common, but at this time, they had nothing to say.

She accompanied him on business trips to many places, and he took her through many streets and alleys, telling her many interesting experiences.

But now, we are speechless.

It was getting late, and Ye Jiaqi said, "Mr. Zhuo, please give me Little Pomelo. It's time for me to take her home."

Zhuo Yuanhang stopped the brush in his hand: "Will you come again tomorrow?"

"They are all in the same village, so come over if you meet them."

"I understand." Zhuo Yuanhang knew clearly in his heart that if Xiaoyouzi hadn't knocked on the door today, she would not have come.

Little Pomelo reluctantly parted.

Ye Jiaqi held her in his arms: "Say goodbye to uncle."

"No, no goodbye." The little guy shook his head.

Zhuo Yuanhang smiled: "Then come again tomorrow? Huh?"

Little Yuzi bit her finger and said nothing.

Ye Jiaqi finally took Xiaoyouzi back.

The little guy was quite reluctant to leave Zhuo Yuanhang, and cried for a while with his eyes red.

Ye Jiaqi didn't know why she was crying.

When she got home, she gave Peppa Pig to little Yuzi, and the little one burst into laughter and stopped crying.

Every night after dinner, after putting little Yuzi to sleep, she would sit by the window and look at the stars.

The starry sky in the village is particularly beautiful. She has liked to watch the starry sky since she was a child, and now is no exception. She likes the purity and nature of the starry sky, especially in summer, which is more and more beautiful.
Chapter completed!