Meng Chen stood even straighter than the tree, motionless, like a sculpture.

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

The north wind blew his hair, and the cold wind blew on his cheek like a knife, but he didn't even notice it.

He was looking at her, but her eyes only fell on the little boy.

It wasn't until the little boy disappeared that she got in the car and left.

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

He seemed to be unconscious and just stood there, motionless.

It's past nine o'clock.

Children in kindergarten do recess exercises and activities.

Xiao Yu held a football and played with the children, standing on the lawn, smiling happily.

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

Another child spoke English that he didn’t understand. Xiao Yu scratched his head and shook his head. He could only speak very simple English: “i don’t understand your words.”

The blond kid opposite didn't know how to communicate and scratched his head.

The two little guys stared at each other with big eyes.

Meng Chen walked over gently on the lawn, translated the British child's words and told them to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu was pleasantly surprised and immediately said: "I understand! Okay, let's play football together on Sunday."

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

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

Meng Chen knelt down. He knelt down and looked at Xiao Yu. He didn't touch him, just looked at him.

Xiao Yu thanked him in a friendly way: "Thank you, uncle. Are you from China?"

"Um."

"Xiao Yu's English is not good. Xiao Yu will start making up lessons from now on and try to communicate with classmates as soon as possible."

"You're still young, don't be in a hurry." Meng Chen raised his hand and removed a piece of grass from his collar for him. His face was full of vicissitudes, but his eyes were friendly and clear.

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

"No, I was passing by here."

"Then can you play football? How about we play together."

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

"Uncle, I'm going to play football."

"Um."

Xiao Yu was running on the lawn, very happy, and his smile was even more contagious.

The little guy is fair and clean, optimistic, cheerful and innocent, and is full of energy when playing with his friends.

Meng Chen just watched from the side, neither walking far nor leaving.

When the children went to class and there was no one on the playground, he still didn't leave and stood silently, as if the child was still here.

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

He knew even more... Xiao Zi was very good to him, treating him as his own child.

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

He had advised her many times before, telling her not to sink any further, but to cheer up and embrace a bright future.

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