Her Little Sweet Lover

Anti-abduction exercises.

As the name suggests: an exercise to prevent kidnapping.

This kind of exercise is now common in kindergartens all over the country, and there are many ways. The most common is to put children in the activity room, where the face-to-face parents play the traffickers, and use candies, ipads and other items to trick the children. Someone once used a stick. Tang took a class of children away, and the whole army was wiped out.

This method has a drawback, the teaching intention is too obvious, and the on-site effect is unreal. In some places, there are even parents watching. Banners and videos are all available. Even if the children are taken away, they will not be too impressed.

This time, Xingqi Kindergarten uses a more rigorous model, with completely unfamiliar faces, hidden cameras, and strives for realism. All parents watch the real-time broadcast video in the observation room.

He Youting was the last one to go in. The observation room was not big, and Wuyangyang was filled with parents, mostly mothers, and several fathers in between.

He walked to the last row and sat down. The young mothers in front were discussing the current hit series. After a while, they changed the topic and accused his husband collectively.

A bit noisy.

The next window was knocked several times.

Yu Xinghe hugged the piano sheet and leaned at the window to look at him: "Why are you here?"

He Youting's complexion obviously improved, and he smiled, "My sister has gone to Shenzhen, and Xiaomi's father is birthday."

Someone over there called her.

Yu Xinghe responded, then turned his head: "I'm leaving."

"Um."

He watched her run away in a hurry, leaving a faint fragrance in the air.

Start soon.

The principal is a middle-aged woman, with a gentle face and a good temper, a typical young child practitioner. Everyone briefly communicated a few words, there was not much nonsense. The countdown to the exercise entered, the projector screen appeared in the large activity room, and the small window was the courtyard and another classroom.

The children were scattered in different places, ignorant or not aware of anything.

At this time, a head was poked into the door, and Yu Xinghe came back again, "the head of the garden."

The principal walked out, "What's the matter?"

"One of the actors has acute appendicitis and has just been taken to the hospital."

The director frowned, "Do we still have spare actors?"

Yu Xinghe: "No, they have a division of labor. If they appear too many times, they will also attract attention."

The principal considered it, "Then we can only choose a parent who is unsightly."

Yu Xinghe suddenly remembered something, squeezed to the door, and pointed to the last row, "How is he? Tang Zixin's uncle has not been here a few times, so he should be fine."

The head of the park followed her gaze. The men in the last row were looking out the window, with their hands in their pockets. Dala was sitting there, tall and occupying one and a half positions, waiting a little impatiently.

Corporate celebrities like He Youting are not blushing. Most people who surf the Internet have heard his name, but they are still very vague about his appearance, and he can be recognized by media reporters on the street.

On the Internet, people who want to sleep with him, marry him, and to be honest, most of them just look at him on the road. Oh, this person is a little handsome and familiar. Isn't it a celebrity? It's over.

The head of the park was a little embarrassed, "Is your face a little bit fierce?"

Without affinity, children are not so easily fooled.

Yu Xinghe: "It is a bit fierce, but he is also very good when he is not fierce. I know him."

I don't have time to think about that much. Most of the people present are regular kindergarten visitors. There is really no more suitable person to pick up and drop off the children every day.

He Youting was invited out. After listening to the director’s words, he didn’t really want to accept at first, but now he represents Xiaomi’s parents. It is not good to be too indifferent. After careful consideration, he said: "I don't know how to act."

Principal: "It's very simple. You can do what you usually do to tease the child now."

"I don't tease children."

"..." The director couldn't answer for a while, and Yu Xinghe took her arm: "I'll tell him."

As soon as the principal left, He Youting said, "Your idea? How can I do this."

Yu Xinghe frowned: "You are too serious."

"Xiaomi is afraid of you. You should have more contact with children," she clenched and opened her hands slightly in front of his eyes, like a flower exploded: "Smile more, you look good when you smile."

When she said this, she didn't consciously laugh, and wanted to show him as if she had two shallow dimples, her skin was white, and her eyes were sincere and unexpected.

He rolled his apple twice, and the roots of his ears gradually turned red.

Don't open your face and relax.

Turning around again, she persisted.

There is no way to refuse her.

All right.

Ten minutes later, "extra" He Youting made his official debut.

For the first time doing this kind of thing, He Youting didn't know where to start. Usually, there are a bunch of big men around, even the assistants are men, and they speak rough.

Gentle, childlike, what is that? do not know.

The only two women around him, one of his relatives, it was too late for him to hide; the one of his niece, it was too late to hide from him.

Standing at the door of the activity room, facing a lively little cub in the room, I don't know where to start for a while.

He gritted his teeth secretly, regretting it, why did he come, why he promised her, why did he find his own guilt.

This job is just right for Qin Hao.

Already standing here, it is impossible to retreat. He swept around and met a little girl with his gaze.

Then you.

He walked straight to the first row, squatted down to look at the girl, handed a piece of candy over, and touched the girl's head, "My boy, are you called Xinxin?"

It's not perfect, the voice is a little deep, just add some gentleness.

The little girl stared at this clean and refreshing young uncle, without any precautions: "How do you know?"

"I'm your mother's friend. She hurt her foot. Let me take you home."

Xin Xin thought for a moment: "Do you know my mother?"

He Youting nodded: "My mother's name is Zhou Ying, right?"

Xin Xin nodded.

The children’s basic information has been prepared in advance to wear the badges on their bodies.

He Youting put all the remaining candies in her hand, "Go home with Uncle, okay?"

Xin Xin nodded again, ran to the shelf and retrieved her small schoolbag and water cup, which was taken away by He Youting.

It seems to be a little too easy.

Next, He Youting gradually became better, one by one, with fruitful results.

Even when he led a little girl by Yu Xinghe, he smiled triumphantly at her.

In the observation room, the parents gradually calmed down.

No one is going to discuss TV dramas and cosmetics anymore, and the expressions of parents are getting more and more serious.

Xin Xin’s mother was a little bit unbelievable: "My daughter was just taken away... I clearly told her that she is not allowed to talk to strangers."

With the live video broadcast in real time, more and more children are easily taken away. A piece of candy, a cartoon, a sentence that grandma is sick, let me take you home. The hearts of the children are clean and pure.

But some people are not.

This is just an exercise.

There are too many unknowns in life.

The one-second distraction of the parent and teacher may be the one-second opportunity needed by those with a heart.

After the exercise, the parents left the room and took their children one after another. After the children knew that this was a test, they were very scared. Perhaps this time they were deeply impressed.

He Youting's car stopped a few hundred meters away. He got out early, moved the car and parked it across the road, wanting to take her to dinner.

Several people came out from the door, and Yu Xinghe walked behind.

He fastened his seat belt and prepared to start the car.

Yu Xinghe was talking on the phone while holding his mobile phone, walked to the side of the street, glanced in the direction of the traffic, and suddenly waved to a short distance.

A private car stopped soon.

There was a man in the car, familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

She smiled at the man, talked, and finally got into his car.

He Youting stared at the car disappearing at the corner of the street, his fingers squeezed on the steering wheel, his thin lips pressed into a line.

I subconsciously want to call her.

The hand is faster than the brain, the number has been dialed, and he immediately hung up.

His brows frowned unconsciously, which felt weird and irritable.

A few seconds later, he started the car, the steering wheel was hit to death, and he drove in the other direction.

After half an hour, the car drove to Le Si Youpin Cultural Park.

Le Si Youpin’s headquarters is not located in the city center, but in a not particularly prosperous area around the Fifth Ring Road. A small area has been circled, and it has built its own office building, distribution warehouse, staff dormitory, and canteen. , Activity room, outdoor court.

Even the Internet says that people who work at Le Si Youpin are blessed.

There is a small warehouse on the first floor of the office building, where He Youting stores some personal belongings.

He entered through the side door and came out after a while, carrying two bottles of Fenjiu in his hand.

There was a sound at the end of the corridor.

This side is a small warehouse, utility room and power distribution room, few people come over.

He looked at it carefully. A figure came out of the power distribution room. His profile was very strange. He was probably a new electrician. He hadn't seen it before.

The figure flashed past, and quickly disappeared at the entrance of the corridor.

He stared at the power distribution room for a while, then turned and left.

The place he was going was not far from here, a fifteen-minute drive away, at an old crossroads.

To the northwest of the intersection is a small two-story building. The outer wall has been repainted and looks very new.

It is a bookstore that specializes in buying used books, old newspapers, comic book comics, out-of-print books, and everything.

He Youting carried the wine and pushed the door in.

The old brass bell hanging on the door jingled, but there was no one in the room.

This old man is always casual.

He didn't see anyone in his shop for ten and a half months, and he was not afraid of losing things.

The furnishings in the room are messy, several walls are full of lattice bookshelves, all the way to the ceiling, all kinds of books and papers are full, He Youting put the wine on the table, and when he looked down, he saw a mobile phone lying on the floor in the corner of the table.

He bent over and stretched out his hand to catch it. He touched the cold ground with his fingers, and all of his rubbing fingers were gray.

He cursed secretly and came again.

There was a hearty laugh from a little old man behind him.

Cao Yi raised the curtain and walked out of the back room with a smile on his face: "Are you here?"

It is said that he is a little old man, in fact, he is only about fifty, but just like those who like to learn to do art, he makes himself stubble, and he is born with many folds, and he is very old. I usually love to write and draw, but I am quite talented. I often paint fake things out of real ones.

He drew a bucket at the corner and a socket on the wall, which was quite three-dimensional, and it looked like it was real at first glance, and He Youting went back to be fooled.

He gritted his teeth and kicked the fake phone on the ground: "I'm not serious."

Cao Yi was not angry either. Seeing Fenjiu on the table, his eyes were straight, his eyebrows were open and he smiled, Ka Ka Ka vacated the small table, chess set, two small wine cups one on each side: "Come on, do a game."

He loves Fenjiu, saying that he likes the refreshing and mellow energy.

He Youting took off his jacket and just stayed aside, rolling up his sleeves and sitting opposite him.

Before he took a few steps, Cao Yi took a sip of his wine without looking at him, "Let's talk, what's the matter."

He Youting moved a step, "It's okay to see you?"

Cao Yi hummed, "Come on, I don't know you yet. In the past two years, you have come to me for a drink because you were upset. I don't understand what happened last time or financing integration. what happened again?"

Cao Yi and He Youting are iron buddies from generation to generation.

The two had known each other many years ago. At that time, He Youting was still in school. Whenever he had a fight with someone, he ran to hide here. Father He dared to go home only after he was relieved.

Over time, this place is more like a hideaway from the world to him, and it is also a place to relieve stress and irritability.

He paused, "It's not the company's business."

Cao Yi raised his eyebrows: "Is that home?"

Shook his head.

Cao Yi came with interest: "Woman?"

He does not speak.

Cao Yi slapped his thigh and laughed, "Good boy, finally got the hang of it, do you have a girl you like?"

He Youting frowned, "I don't know."

After a few seconds, he changed his words: "Maybe."

Cao Yi nodded, looking like a person coming over, "I understand, the hazy state is the most difficult to understand, can't be grasped, can't be grasped, can't put it down."

He Youting glanced at him: "You understand again."

Cao Yi's eyes widened, and the folds on his face became deeper, "Why don't I understand? When I was your age, my ex-girlfriend could make up a table of mahjong."

He Youting suddenly greeted him behind: "Aunt Zhuang."

Cao Yiteng bounced from the chair, smiling like a flower: "My wife, I just joked with him..."

There is no one behind.

Cao Yi turned his head and glared at him: "Dare to shave Laozi."

He Youting said, "The desire to survive is quite strong."

Someone called Cao Yi, and he picked it up, and after hearing a few words, he got frustrated: "Damn, can you do it? I told you to keep it for me. You're the **** short of it!"

He Youting raised his eyes to look at him.

After I hung up the phone, Cao Yi was still scolding. In 1957, the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" comic book published by Shanghai People’s Fine Arts Publishing House was a set of sixty copies. I stumbled and didn't get it, and was bought by someone else after such a long time.

"There are so many people who are worried about a good thing. I should take it down as soon as I know it, and I won't be able to meet it until a few years later, you..."

Cao Yi talked a lot, and wanted to ask He Youting whether he was so obscure, not to say he should play chess quickly, who knows He Youting is the same as he is going to be immortal, his eyes are open and there is no focus.

Cao Yi stretched out his hand and shook it before his eyes: "What do you want?"

He Youting's eyes moved, and he had no intention of playing chess at all.

He got up, "I'm leaving now."

Cao Yi cursed, "Who! Chess addiction hooks up and doesn't accompany me!"

He Youting went back to the car and grabbed a cigarette case and a lighter, then leaned on the driver's door and lit a cigarette in the cold wind.

The smoke dangled in front of his eyes, circling around and out of the shadow of Yu Xinghe.

For He Youting, Yu Xinghe from twelve years ago is a very special existence.

At that time, when I was young, it was too early to say that love was too early. At best, it was just the little throbbing that a growing boy would have.

His feelings for Yu Xinghe are more dependent, trusting, and even a little adoring.

She was very strong at that time, with good grades, good popularity, can play the piano, and was the squadron leader of the school.

Can also help him fight.

She left without saying goodbye, and He Youting was secretly sad for a long time.

After so many years, I went around and met her again, she was gentle and slender, less childish, more feminine, and made him feel protective out of thin air.

Always think of her, always want to see her, want to take care of her, want to be nice to her.

He directly squeezed out the cigarette **** with his fingertips.

A thought gradually became clear.

Those feelings, dependence, trust, and admiration towards Yu Xinghe back then seem to have undergone subtle changes from when-

In another beautiful form, it exists.

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