"Does Uncle Xia know when mom will come out of the picture frame?"
"You should know." Sikong Jingqiu said these words just to attract his son's attention. He was afraid that his son would really run to ask Xia Dongye, so he did not dare to say too much, "He cured dad's legs."
Ah! So Dad thought, maybe Uncle Xia knows about it?"
"Okay." Sikong Jingqiu climbed off the sofa, ran to the bedside table, put away the photo frame delicately, ran back again, and climbed onto Sikong Jingqiu's lap, "I'll ask him again next time I go to Uncle Xia's house for dinner.
alright."[
"Well." Sikong Jingqiu touched his son's hair and said as if unintentionally, "Jinglue, dad helped you change to a new kindergarten today."
"Why do we need to change kindergarten?"
"Because daddy wants you to make more friends."
"New friends?" He likes to make friends the most! Sikong Jing's eyes lit up for a moment, then as if he thought of something, his eyes darkened again, and he asked unhappily, "Are you going to the new kindergarten tomorrow?"
"Yes. Grandma Lin will send you to the new kindergarten tomorrow to report."
"But I haven't said goodbye to the original children yet." Sikong Jinglue didn't have much objection to the change of kindergarten, because there was the annoying Lu Renxiong in the original kindergarten, but he didn't have time to say goodbye to the other children.
It made him very distressed.
"How about? Waiting for the weekend, invite those children to your home as guests? Then you can say goodbye to them in a unified way?"
"Okay, that's all."
Sikong Jingqiu picked up the watch that was thrown carelessly on the sofa and put it on. He took a look at the time and said, "Jinglue will go to bed in forty minutes. What story do you want to hear today?"
"I want to listen to Cinderella!" Sikong Jing slightly raised his hand excitedly.
Why is it Cinderella again?
Isn't Cinderella a story that only little girls like? Why did his son...
The corners of Sikong Jingqiu's eyes twitched, and he was speechless that his son liked the story of Cinderella and listened to it every day before going to bed.
But since his son liked to hear it, he had no choice but to tell the story again, which he had already told by heart.