He Qing kept his original posture, staring at the man blankly.
The man standing opposite was wearing casual clothes. He had a pair of sharp eyes and handsome features. He looked like a person who was not easy to get along with. At this moment, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was looking at He Qing.
After the two of them stared at each other in silence for nearly ten seconds, the young man lowered his head in panic as if he had just woken up from a dream. His body seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and he did not dare to move.
Seeing the young man's reaction as if he was a scourge, Cheng Xi frowned even tighter, his eyes turned around the kindergarten teacher's costume He Qing was wearing, and finally looked away coldly.
I don't know why, after seeing the figure of the young man bowing his head to pick up things, he still called out He Qing's name, even though he had no friendship before.
But it's just a name.
"Cheng Xiao, let's go."
The boy with a similar face to the man nodded and followed obediently away.
Their figures gradually walked away, He Qing stared blankly at the man's back, as usual.
[Today you ignore me, but tomorrow I will make you unable to climb up, is this a routine?]
System: […] Dramatist.
He Qing lowered his head, still picked up the trash bit by bit, and threw it all into the trash can.
After doing this, the young man remained silent, and entered the classroom as usual.
At this moment, some children had already arrived. He checked the children's clothes one by one, whether they were wearing too much or not much, and picked up the things that were dropped by the naughty children on the ground. He waited until the class bell rang, and then stood on the podium Get ready to start class.
The children were taught very well. When the class bell rang, they all stood up, and said hello in a childlike voice, "Hello, teacher..."
The young man nodded with a gentle smile, and was about to start class when there was a knock on the door of the classroom, and the young female teacher stood outside the door, "Mr. He, there is a new kid transferred to the big class."
He Qing was startled, and looked over suspiciously, but the expression on his face suddenly froze.
It was none other than Cheng Xi and the boy who were standing outside the door.
The stern man met his eyes and nodded indifferently as a greeting. The young man quickly returned a pale smile. At this moment, the female teacher was still introducing:
"This is baby Cheng Xiao. This is his father, Cheng Xi. Mr. Cheng. This is Mr. He, who teaches art in our big class. He is also responsible for waiting for parents to pick him up in the afternoon. You can leave a call for each other, and just send a text message if you have anything."
The man's face was still indifferent, but he still took out his mobile phone, and said in a magnetic voice, "Phone number."
He waited for two seconds but didn't get a response. He looked up impatiently, only to see the pale and dazed face of the young man.
Seeing this, the female teacher hurriedly smoothed things over in embarrassment, "Mr. Cheng, Mr. He can't speak, so you can just give me the phone number. Usually, you can contact me by text message, which is very convenient."
Can't speak
Cheng Xi looked at the young man in surprise, only to see that he avoided his eyes evasively, just like in the past, a different kind of irritability suddenly arose in his heart, and the words he said were also a bit stabbing: "Your kindergarten Still looking for someone who can't speak as a teacher?"
The young man's face turned pale.
He lowered his head firmly, covering his trembling lips, and his hands hidden under his sleeves were clenched so tightly that they were almost bleeding.
Over the years, he had heard too many similar words, but he never expected that these words would come out of Cheng Xi's mouth.
The female teacher on the side also smiled awkwardly, and she quickly explained, "Ms. He's painting skills are superb, and the children she teaches are also sensible, and we have assigned an assistant teacher for Mr. He, so the children will not be delayed in class."
Seeing that the man's expression was still not relaxed, she had no choice but to say, "How about this, if you don't want to contact me by text message, I can change you to a big class..."
"never mind."
Cheng Xi stood condescendingly, so he could easily see the slightly trembling body of the young man, he looked away indifferently, and put down Cheng Xiao's hand.
"Mr. He, Cheng Xiao will leave it to you."
Only then did He Qing slowly raise his eyes, looked at the man and nodded.
For some reason, Cheng Xi always felt that there seemed to be some sadness in his warm eyes, and he didn't take it to heart. The man patted the boy's head expressionlessly, "Take a good class and don't fight."
"Hmm." The boy who looked like a man responded with a straight face.
After leaving a phone call for He Qing, Cheng Xi still didn't feel relieved in the end, and stayed in the kindergarten to observe whether Cheng Xiao could adapt.
This is his sister's child. Since some incidents happened, Cheng Xiao's household registration has been placed under Cheng Xi's name and he has become his son.
Cheng Xi took over halfway and took measures to raise this son in name. As a result, Cheng Xiao's personality became more and more gloomy. Last time he was fighting with his classmates in kindergarten, he had no choice but to put down his work and stay with Cheng Xiao for a few days.
And it was these few days that Cheng Xiao seemed to have become better, so he chose another kindergarten to send him in.
It's just that he didn't expect to see He Qing.
In high school, Cheng Xi and He Qing were at the same table. What I remember most is that He Qing always lowered his head to do his homework, and occasionally looked over with timid and fearful eyes.
In fact, Cheng Xi didn't have any ill feeling towards He Qing, but because his good friend Shi Yue hated He Qing, he couldn't help but feel a little contempt in his heart. Of course, he didn't bother to provoke He Qing.
Being at the same table for two years, Cheng Xi talked to He Qing very few times. Of course, seeing He Qing's fear of him, he probably didn't want to talk to him.
To Cheng Xi, a person like He Qing who was bullied and dared not resist would disdain to take a look at him, and he didn't know when it would start. Then he suddenly realized that his cowardly and fearful deskmate had disappeared for a long time.
After asking Shi Yue, he found out that He Qing transferred to another school silently, without anyone saying anything.
Shi Yue said that he tried to look for it, but no one knew where He Qing had gone, so Cheng Xi asked, and then forgot about this tablemate who always bowed his head and said nothing.
Unexpectedly, when I saw He Qing many years later, he would actually become dumb.
The man's heart was a little complicated. Just at this moment, the rest bell rang, and a group of little bean dings were brought to the playground by the teacher to play. Cheng Xi let go of his thoughts, and his eyes fell on Cheng Xiao who was sitting in the corner with his head down, and his eyebrows were fierce. wrinkled.
Cheng Xiao suffered a lot in the past, and his personality is not like an ordinary child's escape. He always stays alone in the corner and doesn't know what he is thinking. It is fine if he is an adult. Among children, Cheng Xiao is so out of gregarious The performance will always lead to various accidents.
The man had never had any contact with children before raising Xiao, and he never knew that raising a child would be so troublesome. For example, now, he should go back to work, but now he is worried that Cheng Xiao will stay here to take care of him.
The boy hiding in the corner did not attract the attention of other children who were playing happily. Even the teacher ignored the corner because of his small size. Cheng Xi looked at it for a while, and his face turned colder.
Cheng Xiao was still a child, and after sitting on the ground for so long, his body would more or less catch cold. He was about to step forward, but saw a young man who was far away among the children stood up and looked around suspiciously.
From the angle Cheng Xi was at, he could clearly see the worry in the young man's eyes. He stopped, watched as He Qing finally found Cheng Xiao, and walked quickly to the boy.
But what use was he in the past
What can he do? How can a teacher who cannot speak communicate with children who cannot read.
Looking at the figures of one big and one small sitting side by side, Cheng Xi frowned so much that he almost killed a fly, and now he began to doubt whether his decision to send Cheng Xiao over was right or wrong.
Thinking of this, the man got up and walked to the corner.
At this moment He Qing was sitting next to the boy, holding a picture book and drawing on it, and handed it to him after finishing the painting, Cheng Xiao took the painting, pursed his lips and added a few strokes, the young man saw him, smiled and touched him gently Cheng Xiao, who always hated outsiders approaching, obediently did not dodge.
Seeing the gentle appearance of the young man smiling silently, Cheng Xi stopped in his tracks, and focused his gaze on the boy who had a stern face but a little more joy in his eyes.
"What did you draw?"
He Qing was holding the boy's hand and drawing on the paper, when a man's magnetic voice sounded from behind, making his hand tremble in fright, and a line was added to a place that had been sketched.
He froze and did not dare to raise his head, but Cheng Xiao looked up at the man, "We are painting the sun, do you want to see it, Dad?"
It was rare for him to say such a long series of words. After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, but saw an extra line near the sun that should have been a circle, and he was stunned for a while.
The young man also noticed this, thinking that the man was by his side, he tightly gripped the drawing book in his hand, and before he took out his phone to type, a pair of slender hands had already picked up the drawing book from him.
Under the surprised gaze of the young man, Cheng Xi picked up a pen, drew a few strokes and handed it to the boy, with a low voice, "Okay."
Cheng Xiao looked at the painting in surprise, and looked at Cheng Xi with a little more kindness in his eyes, "Thank you, Dad."
Cheng Xi patted his little head, his eyes fell on the young man, and he re-examined this old classmate, maybe because he saw him taking care of Cheng Xiao, his tone was much gentler than before.
"You are good at drawing."
It was obviously a compliment, but the young man shrank back, forced a smile, typed a few words on the phone, and handed it over.
[I'm going there first, you can text me if you have anything to say.]
The man stood where he was, watching the slightly emaciated young man walking among the children again, with doubts in his eyes.
He Qing, how could he be dumb
[Ding! Cheng Xi's favorability: 35, host, you can, you can do it!]
The young man stood among the children, with a gentle smile on his face, and glanced at the man from a distance.
[The quality of No. 1 is really high, look at this body, this handsome face, it is tailor-made for me.]
[I just don’t know, how about number two.]
He looked away, and over there, Cheng Xi received a call from his friend.
On the other end of the phone was Shi Yue's lazily teasing voice, "Father Cheng Xiao, how is your vacation going? If you don't come back, I will move the company away."
The two of them started a business together, and they have made some achievements in the past few years. A few days ago, something was wrong with Cheng Xiao, so Cheng Xi had to put down his work to accompany him.
The man said in a deep voice, "I'll go back in the afternoon."
"Okay, then I'll take a vacation for myself and go to the bar to have fun! Do you want to come together with Dad? I'll find you a good one."
Behind the desk, a handsome man was turning a pen in his hand and talking dirty jokes with a little anger. From the other end, a man's faint voice came, "Do you remember He Qing? I met him."
"Snapped!"
The pen in his hand was broken, and Shi Yue's hand was cut with half of the pen with a light bloodstain. The man slowly raised his hand, stretched out his tongue to lick off the blood, his eyes darkened, but his lips curled up slightly in surprise.
"Remember, why don't you remember..."
"Where is he now? I haven't seen him for so many years, I really want to catch up..."