Gu Xiaoai sat on the sofa, took off her coat and threw it aside. She reached out and took the information from the child's mother. She was a little curious, are the children in the first grade of kindergarten literate?!

"There are some test papers, but parents are required to fill them in and the children read them." The child's mother stood in front of her and praised, "Len is really smart. He clearly remembers some ancient poems and children's songs taught by the teacher at the beginning of school. He knows some words.

I can write it myself.”

Gu Xiaoai looked at the thick stack of so-called test papers in her hand. There were also red pen marks marked by the teacher, confirming that the children had memorized correctly when they went home, and filled in the red 100 points one after another...

"For things like numbers, Len answers all the questions by himself, without me at all." The child's mother praised her gushingly, "There is also painting, and the teacher even wrote comments praising Len for his good drawing and origami."

The child's mother said that len ​​was as if there was nothing in the sky or on the earth.

…

Looking at the test papers, the places where the numbers were filled in, and Len's immature handwriting... Gu Xiaoai suddenly felt guilty and pursed her lips tightly.

She has never had great expectations for Len, she only hopes that his autism can be cured.

Therefore, she is not concerned about len's studies.

When she was on the phone with the teacher and the principal, she asked about Len's relationship with his classmates, the relationship between the teachers, whether he got along well with others, whether he would play with toys with other classmates, etc...

In the blink of an eye, Len was about to go on winter vacation, and she saw what Len had learned and understood in this semester.

…

Gu Xiaoai flipped through Len's paintings. At first, Len's paintings were very messy, with all kinds of colors painted on them.

Gradually, Len's painting got better, and the layering of colors began to become clearer.

Although the paintings are still very unsightly, his paintings have begun to make people understand what he is painting... Everything is gradually getting better.

The comments added by the teacher were all very positive, praising Len for getting better and better.

She has been away from Len for such a long time, and Len has adapted to school life.

…

Looking at the next picture, Gu Xiaoai saw the teacher’s comment——

[The painting is "My Family". Child Ziting drew his father too far away. Is his father more strict? 】

…

Gu Xiaoai looked at Len's painting. There was a house on it, and then he drew many little people. They didn't even have facial features, and they all looked the same.

Only the little person in the middle is green, and the little people on both sides are red and pink.

The teacher annotated it: Ziting in the middle, mother on the left, grandma on the right...

The color of other villains is black.

Probably referring to their maids and bodyguards.

Li Juefeng...

If it hadn't been for the teacher's explanation, Gu Xiaoai wouldn't have been able to find out who Li Juefeng was among this dense crowd.

Thousands of miles away from them, they saw a little black man labeled-Dad.

…

Gu Xiaoai was stunned. Li Juefeng would be furious if he saw this painting.

Soon, Gu Xiaoai saw the difference. Li Juefeng's little black man was bigger than the others, more than twice as big...

In Len's heart, Li Juefeng was the object of his admiration, but he was too far away from him.

…

"Madam, let's have some soup. I knew you were coming back today, so I made a thick soup specially."

The child's mother came over with soup and saw Gu Xiaoai's eyes lingering on the "My Family" picture. She couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Li is the same, and he can't get along with Len calmly."
Chapter completed!