Meng Wan nodded and then looked at Meng Zhiyao.
Do you want to?
Meng Zhiyao picked at her hands and nodded. Unlike Tang Li, who would book the whole place and feel lonely going alone, Meng Zhiyao had never been to such a place.
"Then how about you grant me one request?" Meng Wan squatted down.
"What?" Meng Zhiyao looked uneasy.
"How about going to school? With Tang Li."
Tang Li, whose name was called, tugged at Meng Zhiyao to make him look at him, and patted his chest.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you. With me here, no one can bully you!"
Meng Zhiyao's pupils contracted slightly, and her mouth opened and closed, but she ultimately couldn't bring herself to say the word "okay."
Tang Li puffed out his cheeks, sighed, and seemed to have a sense of disappointment and frustration.
Meng Wan stopped pressuring him, gently patted his head, and stood up. Meng Zhiyao seemed afraid that Meng Wan was angry, and nervously tugged at her sleeve.
"I'm not angry, don't worry." She raised her hand to smooth Meng Zhiyao's hair, but her eyes were on Qian Yixuan.
"Thank you for your help today."
"Do we need to be so polite between us?" Qian Yixuan teased, feigning ease.
Meng Wan smiled but didn't say anything more.
"It's getting late, we should go now."
Qian Yixuan nodded and watched the four people and the dog leave.
Back in the living room, Qian Yixuan tidied up the picture books one by one, and then went to the art studio to carefully preserve the paintings by Meng Zhiyao.
After finishing everything, he brewed a cup of black tea and sat in the courtyard, lost in thought.
The garden looked somewhat eerie under the incandescent lights at night. The sound of cicadas filled the air. Qian Yixuan took a sip of black tea and sighed softly.
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