"In nine more months, mom and dad will come to pick you up," said Noel.
“It’s so long…”
"Wouldn't it be fun to play here together?"
"Happy!" The little girl answered first, then lowered her head and clutched her dress tightly: "But I still miss my parents... I want them to read me bedtime stories..."
Noel said nothing.
His fingers gently stroked the girl's head, and then he turned his palm over:
"Look! Candy!" He raised his right hand: "And there are matching little red flowers!"
"Ah! Brother Dean, give it to me, give it to me——"
The little girl instantly put aside her worries and started jumping around like a child eager to perform.
"Don't give it to Yaya! She just ran away to play a few days ago!" The children behind immediately shouted.
"Hehe, you're so old, but you still don't listen to the teacher. Shame on you..."
"I, I didn't run away, you're talking nonsense!"
"Ah, Yaya ran away again! I need to file a report!"
The children were laughing and shouting, making a lot of noise.
Noel stood in the center of them like a little sun, with a smile on his face.
The warm wind blew his golden hair, and a sticky golden light flowed on his hair.
Su Mingan stood outside the railing and watched the scene.
Noel turned his head and waved at him: "Okay, everyone, look - the dean has brought you a new friend today!"
The children looked up.
A little boy suddenly started screaming:
"I know! I know! It's Brother Lighthouse!"
"Brother Lighthouse! I've seen him on the big screen that Auntie put on!"
Su Mingan was stunned.
Like a trickle of water, the children flocked to him.
"Brother Lighthouse, do you have any candy?"
"Brother, can you play the harp?"
"Brother, I often hear the teacher call you husband. When did you get married?"
A flower-like smile appeared in front of him.
The dark-skinned little girl showed a row of white teeth, like pearls.
He stood there, surrounded by children who were shorter than him. The children's hands were clawing at him, and he was a little at a loss for a moment.
He could feel the emotions in the children.
Clean, bright, and glassy clear.
...Completely different from the group of piranha-like players just now.
Warm wind passed before his eyes.
Through the fluttering, colorful ocean, he could see the smiling faces of the children.
Like spring flowers in bloom.
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