"See you there, Room 3011, Haidong Hotel."
She contacted Hotch.
When Huo Qi received the news, he couldn't believe it. It was so exciting. Fu Han's woman was so restless.
He wants to go, he must go.
…
In the hotel closest to the kindergarten, a pair of "wild mandarin ducks" fought for three hundred rounds.
The world of children is simpler. Today we're having a cultural performance. There aren't many requirements for children, and it doesn't matter if their movements aren't standard. The main purpose is to let parents see how adorable their children are.
Of course, in reality, this art performance was specially prepared by the school for some big "philanthropists". They donated a lot of money to the school so that they could take good care of their children.
People say they like children, so the kindergarten principal thought that letting the children perform a show is more prestigious than treating them with real money and drinks.
There was no doubt that the "philanthropist" was Fu Han. As for the male protagonist, he always had to be impressive. His young master's arrival at school on the first day had alarmed the upper echelons of the area, almost forcing them to personally come out to welcome the young master to school. It was only because Fu Mulin was bothered that he didn't make such a big fuss.
Li Qiao arrived early. She sat with Mu Mu's grandmother, Zhou Zilong's mother and many other mothers. They were all chatting, and Li Qiao spent most of the time listening quietly.
What can a group of parents from the same community talk about when they get together? They talk about their children or just chat about family matters.
Everyone would cue Li Yao from time to time.
"Your little Yao is obedient."
"Your Xiaoyao is very good-looking."
"Your Xiaoyao is smart."
They always ask, "How is your Xiaoyao?" Li Qiao always responds politely and keeps smiling. She is also happy when others praise her baby.
As we were chatting, there was suddenly a moment of silence.
Zhou Zilong's mother was on Li Qiao's left and whispered, "Li Yao's mother, look whose parent that is. Look at that aura. Their child is actually able to attend our kindergarten."
Li Qiao followed her gaze and saw Fu Han. He must have come for Fu Mulin, but his wife wasn't here.
Fu Han did not tell Lin Yun about this. He didn't want Lin Yun to think about these useless things. If he wasn't afraid of Fu Mulin making a fuss, he wouldn't have come.
Art performance? No, Fu Han wasn't interested at all.
Fu Mulin sat with Fu Han, thinking his mother would come, but unfortunately, his mother didn't come. He wasn't too disappointed, after all, he could have guessed the result.
Fu Han's position was of course the best, but not only him but also Fu Mulin did not want to watch such a boring performance.
Fu Mulin waited quietly here, mainly to see if there would be any problems with his "good deskmate" duck dance if he was so close...
It’s better if something goes wrong because that makes him happy.
Little Li Yao had no idea that someone in the audience was cursing him maliciously. Now he really looked like a chubby little duck.
It's not just him, there's a group of little ducks, so cute. Although the teacher in charge has seen them several times, he still wants to touch them one by one.
There weren't many programs in the art performance, after all, there were only so many children here. Fu Han had long been impatient. He didn't like children and even thought it was a mistake to send Fu Mulin to school here.
Why did Ayun insist on sending her child to school here? The child's physical condition was so special...
In fact, Fu Han didn’t really feel that there was nothing wrong at all, it was just that he trusted his eyes enough.
We had clearly agreed that for Fu Mulin's own good, he would go to school at home. Did Ayun forget?
Originally, Fu Han didn't think too much about it. Of course, it was mainly because he didn't care too much about Fu Mulin's affairs. In addition, his wife's recent "demands" on him made him have no time to think about anything else.
He was distracted here, but Fu Mulin suddenly straightened up and looked straight at the stage.
It’s the “little duck”’s turn.
Li Qiao had already positioned his phone, ready to record the little guy's performance and save it. When the baby grows up, he can show it to him and let him see for himself how cute he was as a child.
On Li Qiao's right is Mu Mu's grandmother. She didn't want to come at first, but today her new daughter-in-law, Mu Mu's stepmother, came and she really didn't want to stay at home, so she came here and took the child away.
Grandma Mu Mu went to the restroom, and a handsome young man sat down in her place. He tilted his head and stared intently at Li Qiao's phone screen, looking at the group of little ducks on it.
He felt strangely awed. Was this all for the best? He was thankfully not the one participating in this activity on behalf of little Li Yao, because only real children had such adorable sides, whether it was the flustered panic of making mistakes or the joy of dancing... He didn't have any of that.
It doesn't matter, just let him watch.
Just think of that child as another self. Everything he couldn't do, that child could do. And he could just bear witness to it silently.
Li Yao thought that his mood had changed.
If it were in the past, his first reaction would be to envy the child for being so carefree, and darkly wonder why the child didn't have a miserable childhood like him.
But he's still that "child" now, isn't he? He has little Li Yao to thank. Without little Li Yao, he would never know that he has a real mother, and that he could be loved like most children in the world...
"Hiss... Oh my God, what's going on? It's so cold!" Grandma Mu Mu rubbed her arms, wondering why it suddenly became so cold in such a hot day.
After rubbing it twice, my arms instantly became warm, and the coldness just now seemed like an illusion.
Zhou Zilong's mother guessed: "Maybe it's facing the air conditioner."
"Maybe the air conditioner is turned on too high." Grandma Mu Mu muttered. Her old arms and legs couldn't stand the cold wind.
The young man beside him stared at Grandma Mu Mu thoughtfully for a long time, then slowly reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder...
"Hiss..." Grandma Mu Mu patted her shoulder.
Li Yao abruptly withdrew his hand, his pupils shrinking slightly.
What's going on?
Can others feel his presence now?
For some reason, the boy seemed to hear his own heart beating wildly. He walked to Li Qiao's seat and reached out to touch...
But no matter how he touched him, even when he passed through him, Li Qiao didn't react at all. He just held up his phone to film little Li Yao's performance, and even had a smile on his face, as if he was getting happier and happier as he watched.
Li Yao didn't believe it and touched Zhou Zilong's mother again. Zhou Zilong's mother also muttered coldly.
He lowered his arms silently.
Is that how it is?
Everyone else can feel it, except mom.
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