"Little guy, try harder and surpass your father in the future." Grandpa Gong smiled and teased the little guy in his arms.

“Aaaaaaa…Ohh…Aaaaaaa…”

The little fellow frowned and responded enthusiastically.

He looked so serious, as if he really understood what Mr. Gong said.

"Su Ziyu, you are an interesting boy!" Old Master Gong didn't even bother to raise his eyes while speaking, his wise eyes were firmly glued to the little guy in his arms.

There are many children in the compound, but few dare to make trouble in Mr. Gong's yard.

Older children would even take a detour when they saw Mr. Gong’s serious expression.

This is also the fundamental reason why the fruits in Mr. Gong’s orchard can mature safely.

The middle-aged man standing behind Mr. Gong felt itchy and reached out his hand to the little guy.

Everyone looked at him, wanting to see the little guy's next reaction.

The little guy didn't even hesitate, and pounced towards the middle-aged man with his little arms stretched out.

The soft, white and tender little creature is as lovable as the white radish during the Winter Solstice Festival.

With the precedent set by the middle-aged people, the people who followed relaxed.

One after another reached out.

The little guy has become the flower in the game of pass the flower.

Compared to his taciturn, cold-hearted father, the little guy is like a little sun, grinning and laughing happily at everyone he sees.

The fat girl felt itchy as she watched the little guy being snatched away by others.

But thinking about the argument she had with Shen Zhihuan before, she was worried that Shen Zhihuan would not let her hug him, so she did not dare to reach out to grab him.

Seeing that all the classmates were hugging the child, even Aiwenlin who never liked children was hugged, the fat girl twisted her fingers, feeling very conflicted.

Liu Chunhua had long noticed the fat girl's little movements.

Although the relationship between the two is not very good, they grew up in the same family compound and know each other well.

Knowing that she wanted to hold the little guy, Liu Chunhua took him and put him directly into her arms.

"Why did you give him to me?" The fat girl pretended to look disgusted.

"Hold me if you want, or not. If you don't want, give it back to me." Liu Chunhua pretended to snatch it.

The fat girl turned around hurriedly and avoided Liu Chunhua's hand.

The little guy thought the two of them were teasing him and laughed even more happily.

The fat girl looked at the little guy in her arms with a cute smile on his face, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

"This is your aunt Huilan, call her Aunt Huilan!" Liu Chunhua smiled and came over to tease the little girl.

The fat girl blushed and felt a little embarrassed.

The little guy looked at Liu Chunhua, then at the fat girl, and smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

When Mother Wang saw that the little guy was in the hands of the fat girl, she was a little worried, fearing that she would do something bad.

Seeing the little guy smiling happily, I felt a little relieved.

"Shen Zhihuan, I was wrong before. I apologize to you. I shouldn't have judged others by my own mean heart." The fat girl held the little guy and walked slowly to Shen Zhihuan. She lowered her head slightly and did not dare to look Shen Zhihuan in the eye.

Her father and Chunhua's father are not on good terms with each other.

She went against Liu Chunhua.

Shen Zhihuan and Liu Chunhua are good friends. The friend of my enemy is my enemy.

In addition, Ren Jinghua and Nun Miejue always favored Shen Zhihuan, which made her feel even more unbalanced.

"Forget it, forget it. I was wrong too. I shouldn't have said that to you." Shen Zhihuan was not a pretentious person.

key……

She has also often poked people's lungs and hearts.

As soon as the little fellow got close to his mother, he stretched out his arms and rushed over to her.

That impatient look is like a tired bird returning to its nest.

"Zhihuan, can I go to your house with Chunhua and Tianxia to see your son in the future?" The fat girl looked hopeful.

"Of course." Shen Zhihuan nodded with a smile.

"Huanbao, it's getting late, we should go back." Sun Sijun smiled and walked forward to take the little guy.

Aunt Wang quickly opened the car door for Sun Sijun.

"Goodbye, everyone!" Sun Sijun took the little guy's hand and taught him to wave to everyone.

"Goodbye, little Qi Chen!" The fat girl immediately waved to the little guy.

"Goodbye, little Qi Chen!" Liu Chunhua waved to the little guy not to be outdone.

Sun Sijun nodded politely to Mr. Gong and got into the car carrying the little one.

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Shen Zhihuan looked at Dean Ming and spoke hesitantly, "We still have some unsealed milk powder at home..."

Shen Zhihuan originally didn't intend to say it. After all, it was a bit rude to give someone something that had been opened.

But those big and small bags of milk powder at home are a waste if the little one doesn’t eat them. It’s better to give them to the baby so that he can get some additional nutrition.

"Thank you on behalf of Shunan!" Knowing Shen Zhihuan's concerns, Dean Ming hurriedly said.

Milk powder is such a precious thing, anyone who gets it will be thanked profusely.

It is Shunan's blessing that others are willing to give it to him. How can they complain about it?

"Shun'an, smooth and safe, what a good name." Shen Zhihuan's eyes passed over the crowd and fell on the listless little baby.

"What miserable children they are!" Dean Ming couldn't help but sigh.

The children who come here either have lost their parents, or are disabled and abandoned by their families, or have parents who favor boys over girls, or...

Happy children are all alike; each unhappy child has his or her own misery.

"The sharpness of a sword comes from sharpening, and the sweetness of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. From another perspective, suffering is also an experience in life, and it may become the most precious wealth in their lives." Shen Zhihuan slowly withdrew his gaze.

As people often say, "Suffering is life's teacher."

Suffering is not meant to make us suffer, but to make us grow.

Only in the face of suffering can we truly realize our own strength and tenacity.

"Comrade Shen Zhihuan, I thank you on behalf of all the children!" Suddenly thinking of Shen Zhihuan's donation, Dean Ming bowed solemnly to Shen Zhihuan.

If it weren't for Shen Zhihuan's kindness and generosity, the children wouldn't be able to live in such a nice house.

Shen Zhihuan hurriedly grabbed Dean Ming and said, "Dean Ming, you are too polite! Compared with your selfless dedication, my little gift is really nothing."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Shen Zhihuan and Su Ziyu got into the car and left.

Watching the jeep slowly driving away, everyone couldn't help but sigh when they thought of the 10,000 yuan donated by Shen Zhihuan in the name of the little guy.

It's unclear whether they can earn 10,000 yuan after working so hard all their lives, but the little guy...

When he was less than a year old, 10,000 yuan was donated in his name.

This gap...

How can it not make people sigh.

"Reincarnation is really a skill!" Someone in the crowd sighed.

"Then let's practice this skill well in this life and try to be reborn into a good family in the next life!" someone joked with a smile.

"I think it's OK!"

"I think so!"

Everyone was laughing and making noises.