He perfunctorily sent Gu Qinglin out the door, locked the door, came back, quickly washed up and went to bed.
The next morning, Ye Jiaying was awakened by a soft little hand.
Guo Xiang lay on the edge of the bed and touched Ye Jiaying's long eyelashes with his small hands.
Ye Jiaying's eyes were itchy, and when she opened them she saw Guo Xiang's rosy little face.
When he saw Ye Jiaying wake up, he smiled at her.
Ye Jiaying quickly sat up.
It's winter now, don't let the child catch a cold.
She got up and looked.
Guo Xiang was dressed neatly except for not wearing socks.
"You put it on yourself?"
Ye Jiaying was a little surprised.
In her impression, isn’t a 5-year-old a kindergarten kid?
She saw on the Internet that kindergarten children needed teachers to help them put on their clothes.
Especially winter clothes, which are thick and difficult for children to put on by themselves.
Guo Xiang nodded.
"My mother taught me."
This was the first time Guo Xiang took the initiative to mention his family.
Yesterday at the Public Security Bureau, Ye Jiaying, prompted by the round-faced female police officer, also asked about Guo Xiang's family situation.
For example, where you live.
Who is in the family?
What are your parents’ names?
Where do you often go to play?
Guo Xiang didn't answer any of the questions. He either shook his head or hugged Ye Jiaying in silence.
Today he suddenly said that it was his mother who taught him how to dress. Ye Jiaying turned over and pulled Guo Xiang onto the bed.
I covered his feet with a quilt and asked him.
"What else did Mom teach you?"
"Eat, wash your hands, brush your teeth, and don't run around."
Guo Xiang counted on his fingers and listed them one by one.
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