But today, while all the other children around him picked up their paintbrushes and started drawing, Xiao Bao was still racking his brains.
The teachers at top-tier kindergartens are all exceptionally professional and patient.
Not to mention that this is a child from Master Fu's family.
Xiao Bao wasn't in a hurry, and the teachers weren't urging him either.
When get out of class ended, the other children cheered and jumped for joy as they headed home, but Xiao Bao continued drawing at his own unhurried pace.
I can hear Teacher Tingting coming to see what's going on.
You can also hear the art teacher saying that he hasn't finished drawing and asking Teacher Tingting to tell the butler.
Without even raising his head, only his ears were perked up, Xiao Bao slowly and methodically finished his painting.
When I walked out of the kindergarten, the surroundings were empty.
Beside him was his gentle teacher, Tingting, holding his hand.
Outside the gate stood his butler grandfather, who was smiling broadly at him.
Looking further away, there was the old man who usually sold balloons.
But today, under the colorful balloons, besides the old man, there was another person standing there.
Little Bao, it's Mommy!
Fu Muzhi, you're here to torment me, aren't you?
You can see her smiling at him.
You can also see her eyes suddenly redden after meeting his gaze.
Xiao Bao quickly looked away.
Grandpa Butler, let's hurry, even faster!
Not daring to look back, as if someone was chasing him, Xiao Bao grabbed the old butler's hand and walked very fast.
As the car drove off, Xiao Bao turned his head and cautiously looked out the rear window.
She was still looking at him.
It was as if she knew he would turn back.
Fu Muzhi, why don't you just die?
Postpartum depression.
Little Bao, it's Mommy!
Countless black and gray specks of light flew out from the distant black hole and crashed into his little head.
Xiao Bao sat back down in his seat with a blank look in his eyes.
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