Chapter 175 Can We Hold Hands?
The policeman named Lao Chen stood up in his uniform and asked, "Which one?"
The man turned his head and gestured.
Behind him stood a little boy of about five or six years old, with delicate and beautiful features. His hair was draped over his forehead, with the soft ends of his hair slightly curled up.
He stood there quietly, his long eyelashes drooping, casting a shadow. He looked like the first snow in a jar, delicate and beautiful yet fragile.
The man whispered, "This is the child from that case. Someone will come to pick him up later. I still have some paperwork to go through. This child is quite sensitive, so please keep an eye on him for me."
Old Chen nodded: "Okay, go ahead."
After the man left, Lao Chen scratched his head worriedly. Of course he knew this boy. He was famous in their team.
His identity and background are extremely complicated, so he has to be always careful and not get provoked in any way.
But he is a grown man and he doesn't know how to take care of a child.
Moreover, the child is very taciturn and won't answer any questions asked to him, so he doesn't know how to take care of him.
Old Chen looked around, intending to find a quiet place for the boy, when his eyes suddenly caught sight of a little girl.
After their eyes met, the little girl blinked, then suddenly curved her eyes and smiled at him, like a little glutinous rice dumpling.
Meeting those big, cute, watery eyes, Old Chen was slightly surprised.
Oh, this little girl is so pretty.
It’s a pity that the doctor on the team said that the boy doesn’t like to interact with people, otherwise the two children could play together.
He gave up the idea and turned his head to look elsewhere.
It just so happened that a colleague was on duty outside, and his seat was empty. It was also close to him, so it would be convenient for him to look after him when the time came.
He lowered his head and was about to ask the boy if he could sit there.
I saw the boy who had been silent with his head down just now was now staring in a certain direction.
Following the other person's gaze, Old Chen raised his eyebrows.
Wow.
"Do you want to sit with her?"
Hearing this, the boy raised his head. His dark pupils still showed no emotion, but he nodded imperceptibly.
Old Chen sighed inwardly and turned around to ask the little girl for her opinion.
Well, it turns out that no matter what age you are, it’s hard to escape the temptation of beauty.
A few minutes later, Yang Cici sat on the chair, tilted her head and looked at the new friend next to her curiously.
Pei Yanchuan was so cute when he was a child.
"What's your name?"
The girl's voice was soft, and when she got close, she exuded a sweet fragrance, like a marshmallow.
Pei Yanchuan's ears turned slightly red, and he pursed his lips and spoke softly: "Pei Yanchuan."
"Your name is really nice."
The girl came over with a smile and said, "My name is Yang Cici."
Central porcelain.
Pei Yanchuan silently repeated it in his heart.
His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly raised his eyes. "Your name is also very nice."
Yang Cici blinked, then suddenly leaned over and said with a smile, "Little brother, you are so handsome. Can I hold your hand?"
Old Chen, who was pretending to type on the keyboard but actually pricked up his ears, said: "???"
He silently said to himself that children should not be restrained in their words.
Pei Yanchuan was also stunned when he heard this.
Then his face flushed instantly, and he opened his eyes wide in confusion: "...What?"
"Hold hands, okay?" Yang Cici took out a candy from her pocket and stuffed it into his hand, saying softly, "I'll give you candy, and we'll be good friends. Good friends can hold hands and play together."
Pei Yanchuan looked down at the candy in his hand, and after a long while, he slowly nodded with red ears.
Yang Cici immediately grabbed it, her fingertips resting on the boy's wrist, stroking it gently.
The girl's fingers were soft and warm, and the sweet scent penetrated into her nose. Pei Yanchuan's body stiffened and his ears turned even redder.
The girl's soft voice rang in my ears.
"Your hands are so beautiful."
He paused slightly, raised his head, and met the girl's innocent smile.
"I like your hands."
In an instant, Pei Yanchuan's ears turned red enough to bleed, and his face no longer had the cold expression it had before.
Lao Chen beside him turned his face away silently: "..."
Whose girl is this?
This is so social.
Not long after, Aunt Li came to pick up Pei Yanchuan.
After seeing the scene in the office, her worried expression froze slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward.
"Master, I'll take you back."
Pei Yanchuan paused, opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the touch on his hand suddenly disappeared. His pupils shrank slightly, and his fingertips tightened subconsciously, but he grasped nothing and turned his head away in a daze.
Yang Cici slowly pulled her hand back and met the boy's bewildered eyes. She narrowed her eyes and spoke softly:
"See you later, good friend."
After Pei Yanchuan left, the surrounding space changed and Yang Cici's body returned to its original state.
The system couldn't help but speak.
[Actually, your visit isn't very helpful. He'll forget you when he returns, and his mental illness won't change. Other things will continue to develop according to the original plot.]
Including...that scar.
"It's okay," Yang Cici lowered her eyes and twirled her fingertips, "I'm just taking a look."
She raised her head and smiled, "Let's go to the next time point."
When she opened her eyes again, she was standing in front of a classroom door.
In early spring, the sunlight in the corridor was warm and comfortable, shining on the class sign at the door. The name of Class 8, Grade 1 reflected golden light in the air.
Yang Cici looked up and her eyes fell on the teacher at the podium.
[Host, you are a transfer student, but unfortunately, we cannot transfer you to the male protagonist's class.]
"Why?"
[Because their class is a key class, there are no extra seats.]
“…”
[Well, actually, it's also because if you were in that class, your presence would probably mess with most people's memories.]
"It doesn't matter, it's the same everywhere. Where is Pei Yanchuan's class?"
[You are on the second floor, and his class is on the fifth floor, Grade 11, Class 30.]
Yang Cici: “…”
So do we have to climb to the third floor every time we meet?
Just as I was thinking about it, the system silently reminded me: [Host, there is one more thing. Since we arrived relatively late, the male protagonist is basically being ostracized by the entire school. It won't be good if you stand out too much.]
Yang Cici pursed her lips and nodded, "Okay."
However, the system obviously underestimated Yang Cici's influence, and even more so underestimated the speed of dissemination among various classes during her student days.
In Jing's words, Yang Cici's face was popular with both boys and girls in high school.
When she walked into the classroom, the eyes of all the classmates were obviously stunned, and some even whispered "Wow".
In just one morning, the entire second floor knew that a beautiful transfer student had arrived in Class 8.
At this time, on the fifth floor, Class 30 of Grade 1.
A boy ran in from the door, there was still some sweat on his head. He picked up the water on the table and took a few sips.
"Hey, do you know? My friend told me there's a really beautiful transfer student in Class 8 on the second floor."
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