He wanted to cry, but his mother warned him not to cry anymore, otherwise he would be kicked out! Then there would be no food and no place to live, and the mother and son would end up on the street...
Although he is young and doesn't understand anything, he doesn't cry when his mother says not to cry, no matter what...
No matter how hard he tried to hold back his crying, tears still couldn't help but roll in his eyes and fall down one by one...
Xin'er's heart ached when she saw his tears falling so fiercely!
"Good boy, we are not bad people. Don't cry. Look, that sister is here to give you the ball too! Look how nice she is to you."
Xin'er said softly, and ran to Fenghua, snatched the sepak takraw ball she had hidden behind her back, and handed it to him, "Look, you have two balls now! Aren't you very happy? These two balls
They all belong to you!"
Under Xin'er's patient coaxing, the little boy seemed not to be so scared anymore. He held the two sepak takraw balls that belonged to him in his arms and looked at them with his big round eyes.
"My little boy is so good!" Xin'er touched his head: "Tell sister, what is your name?"
The little boy hesitated for a while, then timidly said: "My...my name is...A Bao..." The childish voice was so beautiful.
Xin'er smiled: "A Bao is so good... Haha, can it be okay for my sister to take you out to play?"
The little boy's beautiful eyes lit up, then dimmed quickly, and he kept shaking his head: "Mom said... you can't... go out..."
Of course Xin'er knew what he was afraid of, so she said to him: "As long as that sister allows you, you can go out." When saying this, Xin'er pointed in the direction of Fenghua.
Fenghua frowned, feeling like he was being taken advantage of.
"Miss, you are the princess. As long as you nod, the prince will not blame him. This child is so good. He is not crying now. We will take him out to play and play football in this yard. He will not go anywhere.
, as long as he doesn’t cry, the prince won’t find out!”
Xin'er felt that it was so pitiful that the child was locked up in the room! The fun of childhood was gone!
"Miss." Qing'er's voice came from behind.
Feng Hua said coldly: "You are following me."
"I'm sorry!" Qing'er covered her mouth and smiled. Although the young lady always had a cold face, she was actually very kind-hearted. She stepped on the child's ball and immediately made a new one. She even tried to get rid of her. Fortunately
She was smart and followed her here without exposing her.
"Since everyone is here, let's play football with Bao!" Xin'er said, without waiting for Fenghua to nod, she took the little boy's hand and walked out of the room first.
Abao was still very scared at first, but Xin'er's smile gradually made him no longer afraid.
"Come on, Abao, kick the ball over here...this way, this way..." Xin'er shouted loudly.
The little boy plucked up the courage and kicked it over!
Qingfeng's figure flashed and he caught it. The takraw ball was played so flexibly at his feet! It made Po laugh.
It's been a long time since anyone played with him, and he was really happy today! It would be great if someone could play football with him every day! Abao thought to himself, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
Feng Hua stood aside, a hint of tenderness flashed through her cold eyes, the child's smiling face reflected in her eyes, and an imperceptible smile unconsciously raised on her lips.
On the top of the eaves, two pairs of eagle-like eyes secretly stared at the scene of play in the courtyard.