Han Miao's chubby face turned red, and he said shyly, "I'm sorry, sister."
"Alright, alright." Su Huanyan saw Han Zhan had finished cleaning up the sisters and quickly handed a bottle of ointment to Song Ci. "This ointment is very effective. Hurry up and apply it on them."
"Thank you."
Song Ci took the children back to their room to apply medicine. While applying the medicine, Han Jun suddenly asked Song Ci a question. She asked Song Ci: "Mom, am I not cute?"
Song Ci was very surprised. She asked Han Jun, "Why do you think so?"
Han Jun lay on the bed, playing with a small Rubik's Cube. She said, "They all say I'm a freak."
Song Ci was startled, his face turned cold, and he asked, "Who said that?"
Han Miao told Song Ci, "My classmates all say my sister is a freak." The classmates were the children in the early childhood education class. Every Saturday morning, Han Miao and Han Jun would go to the class to attend a children's party.
But how could a child know the word "freak"? It must be their parents who were secretly describing Han Jun like this.
This reminded Song Ci of what happened to Song Fei in his childhood.
This was the first time Song Ci had heard of this, and she took it very seriously. After applying the ointment, Song Ci lay on her side on the bed. She looked at Han Jun playing with the Rubik's Cube and asked her, "Junjun, what do you think? Do you think you're a freak?"
Han Jun asked Song Ci with a confused look on her face: "Mom, what is a freak?"
"Freak, that's not a nice word." Song Ci stood up from the bed, walked to the window, opened it, stared at the camellia flowers in the yard downstairs, and said to Han Miao and Han Jun, "Come here."
The two sisters walked over together, stood on the stool, and stood with Song Ci to look at the camellia flowers downstairs.
Song Ci asked them, "Look, which of the flowers below is the most beautiful?"
Han Jun and Han Miao simultaneously pointed to a bright red camellia on the roadside of the garden.
Song Ci nodded and said, "Yes, that camellia is the most beautiful."
She touched Han Jun's head and told him, "Junjun, you are the camellia. You are prettier than other flowers, and they can never be as beautiful as you. That's why they feel uncomfortable and scold you. They insult you, calling you a freak, saying you're unsociable, and saying you're unlovable."
"But Junjun, no matter what others say, you are always that beautiful camellia, always the most special one among the crowd."
Seeing that Han Miao and Han Jun both had confused expressions, Song Ci asked them, "Don't you understand?"
Han Miao nodded and said, "My sister is a human being, not a camellia."
Song Ci knew that the children might not understand, so she said succinctly: "A freak is the most special, the smartest, and the most unique person."
Han Jun seemed to understand what Song Ci said. She looked up at Song Ci and smiled faintly, saying, "I love you, Mom."
Song Ci was stunned.
She saw sincere love in the children's eyes, and for the first time she felt the love returned from her children.
"I love you, too."
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The next day, Song Ci and Han Zhan were going to fly to France to visit Coleman. Since Su Huanyan hadn't been busy with work recently, Song Ci left her two daughters with her for the time being.
Coleman's hometown is not in the fashion capital of Paris, but in Lyon, France's second largest city. His home is in the fifth arrondissement of Lyon, in the old town on the west bank of the Saône River at the foot of Fourvière Hill.
The cobblestone paths, retro buildings and slow-paced lifestyle give this old town a mysterious veil.
Han Zhan rode a bicycle, carrying Song Ci, through the stone path. He rode very slowly, firstly to avoid passers-by, and secondly to protect Song Ci.
After riding for a while, Han Zhan parked his bike in front of an old-style orange-red building. The iron fence in front of the building was covered with various thorny plants, and pink and red flowers were in full bloom, forming a colorful cluster.
Song Ci checked the address and confirmed that it was correct. Then he went up the stairs, came to the door of the small building and rang the doorbell.
The doorbell rang for a long time, but no one answered. Song Ci thought Coleman was not at home. When she was about to leave, a slow French voice finally rang out from inside: "Who is this?"
It was a strange man's voice, not Coleman's.
Song Ci said in English: "Hello, I'm Cherry Song Ci, and I'm here to visit Mr. Coleman. Excuse me, is Mr. Coleman here?"
Inside the door, Coleman's life assistant heard what Song Ci said. He went to Coleman's side and whispered in his ear, "Sir, there is a woman named Cherry outside who wants to see you."
Coleman is quite deaf. Even with a hearing aid, he can only hear very soft sounds.
"Cheey, Songci..." Kleinman stood up by himself, holding the piano. He said, "Go prepare the coffee. My friend is here."
"Yes, sir."
Coleman took his cane and slowly walked to the door.
He stood at the door and asked loudly outside, "What are you doing here, Cherry?"
Song Ci knew that Keleiman couldn't hear her, so she answered loudly: "Your roses are blooming beautifully. I would like to buy you a cup of coffee."
The tightly closed wooden door was slowly opened from the inside.
Coleman's appearance appeared in Song Ci's sight. He was dressed neatly, in a white shirt, black trousers, and a black bow tie, looking serious, as if he was going to perform on stage.
Coleman has deep eye sockets and also gray-blue eyes, but the color of his pupils is lighter than Han Zhan's eyes, gray and hazy, like a valley after rain.
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