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A motherless child is like a grass

"I can't tell daddy." The little guy lowered his head and stopped talking.

Lu Sheng touched the back of her head and said, "Good boy, after breakfast, dad will see you off."

Even if Lu Sheng went to see her off in person, the little guy was still awkward when he got out of the car, trying to make a final struggle. Finally, under Lu Sheng's uncompromising gaze, he finally gave in, "Dad, then you have to bring Xiaoniao to her."

I play."

"must."

"Pull the hook." The child stretched out his fleshy little hand and skillfully hooked Lu Sheng's finger.

A gentle and lingering smile lingered at the corner of his lips like a spring breeze, and his handsome face was clear and indifferent, like a distant ink painting. Except for the little one in front of him, I am afraid no one could see such an expression on Lu Sheng's face.

"Tangxiner..." Lu Sheng called to the figure who was walking away with a big schoolbag on his back, "What did you forget?"

The little guy rolled his big eyes, ran back with his short legs, and kissed Lu Sheng's face through the car window with his pouty mouth, "Dad, I love you."

"Be good, go ahead."

As soon as the black car drove away from the kindergarten, several children jumped out from the corner and surrounded Tangxiner.

"The motherless child is here again."

The children made faces and followed the hasty candy cores.

"A child with a mother is like a treasure; a child without a mother is like a grass."

The little guy ignored the people behind him and went straight into the classroom.

She didn't want to explain to them that she had a mother. Her mother must be a very beautiful person. One day, she would appear in front of her like a fairy.

Huh, just wait and see.

Luo Xi placed the bow-tie hairpin in the most conspicuous place on her desk. Whenever she was tired of drawing, she would look up and touch it.

This is something that belongs to my daughter. It was once pinned so intimately in her hair, and her breath even remains on it.

She had only seen her once, when she was just born. She was such a small, wrinkled, pink and tender girl, foam was spitting out of her little mouth, and her eyes kept closing and closing, but refused to open.

, she couldn't even tell who she looked like.

This precious time only lasted a few minutes. Soon, Lu Sheng brought an aunt to take the child away. So, that was the first and last time that their mother and daughter met.

Now, she doesn't know what she looks like or what her voice sounds like. Will she occasionally think of her mother?

Lu Sheng had always protected her very well, but she couldn't find her.

In order to see her daughter, she went crazy and acted violently in front of him, but all the tricks were of no use to the man. In the end, her unreasonable troubles reached the point of hysteria, and he was finally willing to be mean to her,

"If you have the ability to hook me into your bed, maybe I will consider it."

She just tried this trick yesterday and it didn't work on him.

Luo Xi rubbed his temples, put the hairpin with body temperature back in place, looked down at the draft paper under his pen, and when he had sketched out a new character image, with big eyes, small mouth, and long hair pinned

A bow hairpin.

She slowly raised the corners of her mouth, and the inspiration for the next story suddenly burst into her mind.

After drawing a few pages of comics, Xia Yue's cell phone, which had been quiet for two days, suddenly rang. Xia Yue wiped away the anger she had felt before, and there was a kind of creepy tenderness in her words.

"Xixi, Animation Weekly is a big hit again this time. It was sold out as soon as it went on sale. The sales department worked overtime to print another 20,000 copies."

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