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Unfortunately, it's too late.

The people around her looked at Mrs. Sun in the wrong way.

There are many people in the park.

Many people have different personalities.

There are people like Mrs. Sun who are aloof and look down on others, but there are also people who are amiable, and there are people who don't talk much and just walk silently by themselves. There are also those who like to watch the excitement, and especially like to meddle in other people's business. They don't want to be nice to others. If something happens, they will go to the Revolutionary Committee to report others.

Old Mrs. Sun said sharply: "I didn't mean that, that's not what I meant. Don't talk nonsense."

She was too scared.

Without saying anything, he grabbed the child and ran away covering his face.

Before Wang Dazhuang understood what was going on, he was pulled away by Mrs. Sun. As soon as he said a word, he was scolded by Mrs. Sun.

"Shut up and go home."

How stupid.

Meng Wantang looked at Mrs. Sun's back and suddenly felt that there was no need for her to go to such trouble. In families that raise such children, the adults in that family are not very good either.

Meng Wantang does not regret treating the elderly in the park.

After she sat down, she said calmly: "Does anyone else want to continue seeing a doctor?"

No apologies, no apologies needed.

When she comes to the free clinic, people trust her. This is a relationship of mutual trust. If she has something to do and doesn't want to see a doctor anymore, then she can leave or take a break, and there is no need to apologize.

Rice rises and rice grudges fight rice and hatred.

Meng Wantang knew this a long time ago.

The sun is going down.

It's a bit cold outside too.

Meng Wantang packed up the medicine box and went back.

"You're back? How are you?" Lu Qingye put down the book when he saw her coming in.

Meng Wantang took a look and saw that this person had not read the book at all: "We caught the parent of the child who bullied our child. What kind of parents really have the same kind of children. That child's brother and Goudan and the others had a fight. As soon as I arrived at the park, the child's grandma started taunting me in a strange way. I didn't know until she came home and found out that the child had been beaten and came back with her to settle the score with Goudan and the others. It’s that old lady.”

Meng Wantang shook his head as he spoke.

"The old lady has some ideological problems. I guess her family has suffered a lot during this period."

If it had been another year and a half, she might not have been able to scare the old lady in this way.

the next day.

Meng Wantang sent the children to school in person.

Gou Sheng, Gou Dan and Si Nian went together. They went to school at about the same time as Xiaopang. These children would rather be late than go over to support their younger brother.

Meng Wantang couldn't stop him either.

This is all for the benefit of my younger brother, and also to enhance the relationship between the children, and instantly let the children in preschool feel the "background" of Xiaopang.

They went very early.

Xiaopang stood at the gate of the school, with several older brothers standing beside him, as well as a beautifully dressed mother, and an uncle who was chasing after him without realizing it.

The whole family went out to support Xiaopang.

The children in the preschool class went to school one after another. Meng Wantang handed the basket over and Gou Sheng placed it in Gou Dan's hand. When Gou Sheng saw a child, he asked: "Is this from your class?"

Xiaopang shook his head: "No."

"what about this?"

"Ah."

Xiaopang nodded, and Gou Sheng stepped forward to stop him. With a cold face, he said deliberately and fiercely: "You are my brother's classmate, and I am Lu Jinhe's second brother. This is the little one my mother made specially for you." Cookies. I hope you can get along peacefully with my brother at school."

The child didn't dare not take the biscuit, and almost cried after taking it.

Parents saw it and didn't dare to say anything.

The kid was sending cookies, and he had good intentions. It was my own child who was frightened and cried because he was timid and failed to live up to expectations.

When the last child was born, he cried first when he saw Gou Sheng.

The little girl's parents asked unhappily: "What's going on with you? This is the school gate. Why do you want to stop my child from entering? You even scared our child to tears!"

Gou Sheng asked innocently: "Auntie, your child is my brother's classmate. My mother specially made cookies with milk and eggs and asked my brother to bring them to share with his classmates. It's your daughter who is guilty and scared. That’s why I was crying.”

"What do you mean my daughter is guilty? Didn't you, the child, deliberately scare her?"

"Auntie, you have to be reasonable when you speak. Your daughter is already guilty. If you don't believe me, just ask. It's not like a child of this age doesn't understand anything. Although she doesn't understand, she should know whether she is guilty or not. I won’t cry either.”

A dog's little mouth is definitely cute as long as it doesn't match his own family.

The woman frowned and asked her daughter: "Wang Xiaoye, tell me, why are you crying?"

It was okay if she didn't ask, but when she asked, the child cried even harder.

Meng Wantang came over, squatted in front of the little girl, and asked in a very gentle voice: "Is your name Wang Xiaoye?"

Wang Xiaoye nodded timidly.

Very good and able to communicate.

He is not the kind of child who cannot hear anything when he cries and cries to death.

"Were you scared just now?" Meng Wantang asked softly again.

Wang Xiaoye continued to nod.

"Are you worried that if you deliberately pinched Lu Jinhe's arm and earlobe when you were in school, and even pinched it and made it bleed, your brother would come and beat you?"

As soon as Meng Wantang finished speaking, the lesbian's expression changed.

"you……"

"Shut up."

Meng Wantang raised his eyes and scolded the woman silently.

The woman was frightened by Meng Wantang's eyes and did not dare to speak.

Then she heard her daughter say: "Yeah."

"Why are you bullying Lu Jinhe?" Meng Wantang looked at the little girl with gentle eyes and a gentle voice.

Wang Xiaoye gradually let down his guard and said softly: "Auntie said that this is how she likes me."

Meng Wantang rubbed the little girl's head: "This is not liking, this is bullying, this is hurt. It hurts to be pinched, and it hurts to bleed, and it will leave scars. I will have scars like this all over my body from now on."

She was not scaring the little girl, she was just correcting the little girl's perception.

"If anyone pinches you, you have to tell your parents, resist, cry, and make that person afraid. Do you understand?"

The little girl was stunned.

Wang Xiaoye's mother was also shocked.

She squatted down excitedly and pulled her daughter's sleeves. Pulling up her sleeves, she discovered that her daughter's arms were covered with various scars.

Look carefully, you can see that the tiny scars are densely packed, some are fresh, and some have scabs.

The woman collapsed and wanted to question her daughter, but she was afraid of scaring her daughter, so she tried her best to restrain her emotions and asked: "Xiaoye, tell mom, who pinched these?"