When talking to the director's mother about how he got injured, Minghui said that the child was playing too violently and he did not hold the child firmly, which led to a series of subsequent accidents.
But only he himself knows the truth.
When Minghui was talking to the dean's mother, Qian Xingxing was present. They exchanged glances, and surprisingly, Qian Xingxing understood what the other person meant at once.
He was lying and needed my help to cover up the lie.
Qian Xingxing quickly followed up with the director's mother, saying, "No one expected the floor to be so old. It's not the children's fault. It's their nature to love playing."
The director's mother nodded and said yes, concentrating on the disinfection work in her hands without asking any more questions.
Since then, Qian Xingxing waited until now, in the dead of night, to ask Minghui about the specific situation at that time.
"Huh..." Minghui let out a light breath. There were some things he had been holding in his heart for a while, and now it was just right to tell them to another person.
In fact, at the beginning, Minghui had no recollection of how he was injured. It was not until later that the memory slowly emerged and became more and more profound.
"I was sitting on a stool, talking to the children." As he described, the situation at that time emerged bit by bit.
The children were all around him, and the little boy was the smartest, grabbing Minghui's arms first. Perhaps because he had never seen an adult other than the director's mother in his life, the child clung to him especially tightly.
He talked to them about "dreams", and a group of children talked about their most innocent imaginations and laughed and played.
It was at that time that Minghui felt an indescribable gaze, as if someone was looking at him, or at the child in his arms.
Subconsciously, Minghui tightened his grip on the child and scanned everyone present, but couldn't find the owner of his gaze.
Just as he was about to put the child down and go to the window to look, a small quarrel broke out between the two children.
"You stole my dream!"
"You stole it from me! You're such a shrewd person!"
Soon, one of the children pushed another, and the others around them let out little screams, like some kind of cheer.
Minghui's attention was quickly drawn back to the children. He stretched out his hand and easily separated the two children, preventing them from continuing to make trouble and at the same time stopped the other children who were making trouble.
The fight died down. He frowned and was about to talk some sense into the two kids when suddenly he saw a child rushing out of the crowd with his back bent and his head lowered!
Minghui was caught off guard and was hit head-on, falling backwards.
Everything seemed to be played in slow motion. He saw the frightened expression of the little boy in his arms, so he reached out and pressed him into his arms. There were other children as well. They didn't understand why their older brother suddenly fell down, and their eyes were wide open.
"Do you recognize that child?" Qian Xingxing asked in a low voice in the night.
"No." Minghui shook his head. He had a good memory. Today the children lined up in front of him and introduced themselves. He could guarantee that he remembered every one of them.
The only one who rushed out and hit people.
He couldn't remember the existence of such a child.
Qian Xingxing frowned, "Are you sure?"
Minghui also turned serious: "Of course."
When he first recalled all this, he was a little doubtful about his memory, but as the scenes at that time became clearer and clearer in his mind, Minghui became more and more certain that he was not wrong.
There weren't that many children, so he could recognize every one of them.
"Then what do you think...that extra child will be?" Qian Xingxing looked at him, and they both fell silent.
Yes, how come there is suddenly another child?
"This isn't scientific." Minghui suppressed a thought that had arisen in his mind and shook his head. The wound on his back still ached, but it wasn't as severe as it had been at the beginning.
"Science..." Qian Xingxing murmured, repeating the word in his words, "Do you think the dean's mother knows about this child?"
"..." Minghui thought about it and for a moment he didn't know whether to shake his head or nod.
He suddenly realized one thing, it seemed that none of them completely trusted the dean's mother.
"She has too many contradictions." Minghui rested his head on his arm. "I'm not sure."
Qian Xingxing was not surprised to get this answer, because he thought so too.
The two people in the house were communicating, but the two outside did not have such a good opportunity.
Out of some suspicion and vigilance towards the dean's mother, Zibai and Nanpeng did not really fall asleep. They pretended to be asleep and waited quietly until the second half of the night.
There is an old clock hanging on the wall of the living room. In the silent night, the ticking sound of the clock makes people tense up, as if they hear the countdown of something bad about to happen.
Finally, when they were really about to feel sleepy, the person they were waiting for moved.
The director's mother sat up carefully, then observed the two people sleeping on the other side. Seeing their chests rising and falling regularly, she slowly lifted the quilt.
Zibai opened his eyes slightly and watched her walk into the kitchen.
After a while, they could hear the sound of inconspicuous objects colliding with each other, and it was not difficult to imagine that she was taking something out of it.
Nan Peng and Zi Bai looked at each other, both of them waiting quietly for the answer.
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