Shen Zhijin.
He hugged the little girl, his movements were green and clumsy, but there was rare love and patience between his eyebrows and eyes.
The little girl was hugged and coaxed by him, and when she looked up to see a strange and beautiful face, she seemed to be stunned for a moment, forgot to cry, and just looked at him with red eyes, with a hint of bewilderment and sadness in her eyes. curious.
There were still crystal teardrops on her eyelashes, she looked pitiful and cute.
Shen Zhijin felt a pain in his heart when he saw this look, he coaxed her more lightly, caressing her back.
He never spoke much, but at this moment he was even more at a loss, after tossing and turning, there was only one sentence left.
". Be good, don't cry."
Seeing that it was Shen Zhijin, the crowded crowd restrained themselves and stopped.
The little girl's mother finally came over at this time, and shouted worriedly:
"Mengmeng!"
Hearing her mother's voice, the little girl looked up.
Seeing her mother, the feeling of grievance came up again. She opened her arms and cried in her voice:
"Mother!"
The woman hastily leaned over to hug her.
"Mengmeng, I'm sorry, it's my mother's fault, did you hurt from the fall?"
Shen Zhijin paused for a moment, then let go of his hand and stood up.
The little girl threw herself into her mother's arms and hugged her tightly. She wanted to nod at first, but suddenly remembered the uncle who coaxed her, and looked back.
She looked at Shen Zhijin, shook her head slightly, and whispered:
".It doesn't hurt."
That woman then repeatedly thanked Shen Zhijin:
"Professor Shen, thank you so much!"
Shen Zhijin's expression has returned to his usual calm and indifferent.
"You're welcome."
He opened his mouth, his eyes fell on the little girl's face, his throat was dry, and after a while, his voice tightened and he said,
"Why don't you protect your own child?"
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ning Li heard a trace of Shen Zhijin's cold and suppressed anger from this sentence.
During the time she has known Shen Zhijin, Shen Zhijin has always been calm and indifferent, without any waves.
This was the first time she saw Shen Zhijin get angry.
The little girl's mother didn't seem to expect Shen Zhijin to react like this, but this time it was true that she didn't protect her daughter well. If Shen Zhijin hadn't stepped forward in time, she still doesn't know what would have happened.
She hugged the little girl tightly, with a guilty and ashamed look on her face:
"I was too negligent."
Seeing this, the little girl hugged her neck and rubbed her face.
"Don't blame mom."
As she spoke, she pouted at Shen Zhijin again, and shouted in a childish voice:
"Uncle! Don't kill my mother!"
This sound seemed to finally bring Shen Zhijin back to his senses.
He closed his eyes, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.
But in a blink of an eye, she became the handsome, elegant, rigorous and steady Shen Zhijin again.
The woman coaxed the little girl, and then explained:
"Professor Shen, I have always admired you. I brought Mengmeng here today, but I just wanted to attend one of your lectures."
She looked at the girl in her arms,
"Mengmeng, shall we go home then?"
The little girl seemed a little reluctant, and muttered softly:
".Didn't you say you were looking at the stars?"
The woman looked a little embarrassed.
Shen Zhijin said:
"Yan Qiu, take them in."
Yan Qiu was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized:
"OK."
They walk in a dedicated channel and don't have to be crowded with other people.
With Yanqiu leading the way, many dangers can be avoided.
He said to the woman:
"Ma'am, come with us."
The woman was a little embarrassed:
"Then thank you, Professor Shen."
Shen Zhijin just nodded slightly, then turned and went to the side door.
A group of people followed immediately.
Entering the auditorium, the woman thanked Shen Zhijin again.
Shen Zhijin looked calm, turned slightly, and went to the backstage of the auditorium.
Yan Qiu followed him.
Ning Li followed Fu Niannian and the others to her seat.
After all, they are the students brought by Shen Zhijin himself, and they are in the perfect position in the middle of the third row.
The woman had a ticket too, and, as it happened, was two rows behind them to the rear right.
At this time, there were not too many people entering the venue.
After Ning Li took her seat, she heard the soft voice of the little girl from behind.
"Mom, that uncle fell and hurt just now."
Her mother couldn't help laughing.
"Nonsense, Professor Shen didn't fall down, he just got up to help Mengmeng up."
The little girl is serious:
"But he was crying."
Ning Li was taken aback.
The woman seemed a little surprised, and immediately nodded the little girl's nose dumbfounded.
"How is it possible? Only Mengmeng is crying, and everyone has seen it."
Seeing her disbelief, the little girl slightly raised her voice.
"It's true! I actually saw him cry!"
She shook her head and muttered earnestly:
"He must be crying because of the pain."
People entered the arena one after another, and there were more and more people in the auditorium.
The voices of the mother and daughter were gradually drowned out by the hustle and bustle of voices.
Ning Li was a little dazed.
Shen Zhijin.
When he went to help the little girl, he didn't hesitate at all.
When he lowered his head for a moment, no one saw his expression.
No one knew what he was thinking at that time.
She hesitated for a moment, then turned her head to look at Fu Niannian, and asked softly:
"Brother, does Teacher Shen have any children?"
Fu Niannian was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.
"No."
Ning Li thought of the scene of Shen Zhijin clumsily hugging the little girl just now, and nodded slightly.
Too.
If Shen Zhijin had a child, after such a long time, there shouldn't be any rumors from the outside world.
He shouldn't never miss a festival like the Mid-Autumn Festival.
People entered the arena one after another, and the seats in the auditorium gradually filled up.
There were also many people standing in the aisle behind.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the auditorium.
Ning Li looked up, and saw that it was Shen Zhijin who had come to the stage.
Just like every time he appeared in front of everyone, he was handsome, elegant, clear and proud.
Some young students could not hide their excited discussions from behind.
Her eyes fell on his left knee involuntarily.
When you get close, you can still vaguely see a little dust mark.
That was the mark left when he knelt down and picked up the little girl.
She suddenly remembered what the little girl said.
— He must be crying because of the pain.
(end of this chapter)