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"Feifei, your father hasn't come to pick you up yet?"

"Feifei's father hasn't come to pick her up yet!"

"Papa Fiffini lost Ni!"

Amidst the laughter, the little girl who was ridiculed by the crowd stood up straight with her hands on her waist.She frowned a little, interacting with the yelling little boys.That posture has the taste of a verbal war against Confucianism.

"My dad is at work, so it's none of your business to get off work later!"

"You were lost by your father!"

"Xu Xiaojun, your father didn't come to pick you up until 08:30 last Friday. Did you forget after the weekend? 08:30, we all finished dinner for an hour."

Junjun blushed and couldn't find anything to refute, so he had to cry aggrievedly under Yuchi Feifei's sharp eyes.

Only a little boy in the corner of the classroom was the only one who concentrated on reading the picture album and did not participate in the farce that must be staged at this time of day.He was about to turn a page, but his body was suddenly knocked out of balance, and his small body fell on the album.

"Of course, help me beat the bad guys, woo woo woo..." Junjun had a lot of tears and snot, his face was covered with tears, and he rubbed all over Fang Zhuoran's clothes.

"You stand up...it's so heavy..." Fang Zhuoran said with difficulty.

Holding Yuchi Feifei's outstretched hand, Fang Zhuoran and Yuchi Feifei worked hard together, and finally crawled out from under the wailing Xu Xiaojun.Before he had time to speak, the children who were waiting for their parents to pick them up had already erupted into another burst of strange screams.

"Oh oh oh~ Fang Zhuoran and Feifei are shaking hands!"

"Oh oh oh~ Fang Zhuoran and Feifei are in love, shame on you!"

"Oh oh oh~ oh oh oh~"

Fang Zhuoran and Yuchi Feifei stood where they were, not really wanting to talk to the stupid students in the class.And Xu Xiaojun, who was still lying on the ground, pia opened Fang Zhuoran's little hand stretched out to him, rolled around on the ground, and the howls became louder.

The teacher who was alarmed by the sound appeared at the door of the classroom and quickly ended the noise in the classroom.

Yuchi Feifei and Fang Zhuoran sat down in two corners of the classroom, holding a picture book in each hand, and read it seriously.

The other children who couldn't get a response from their booing also gathered together in a group to discuss what game to play.

Xu Xiaojun was forcibly picked up by the teacher to sit up, buried his face like a cat in a hot towel to wipe it clean, and the teacher took out a few tissues and blew his nose loudly for him.

In Sunflower Kindergarten, the classroom where the children who hadn't come home after school gathered together, finally returned to silence.

Parents who arrived late picked up their children one by one. In the end, there were only two children left in the classroom, Fang Zhuoran and Yuchi Feifei.The teacher on duty still came to the classroom before the sky became completely dark, and returned to the office after turning on the headlights.

Yuchi Feifei's eyes fell on the picture book, but she didn't read the content into her heart at all.

She looked at the clock above the blackboard.6:50 p.m.Although the nights in late spring and early summer are getting shorter day by day, the street lights on the road outside the classroom have already been turned on.

Dad still failed to keep the promise today and came to pick her up before 6:[-].

Yuchi Feifei remembered what the other classmates said to her after school, and her little mouth tightly clenched.

But in this case, the eye sockets will become red uncontrollably.

When she was about to cry, hurried footsteps came from the corridor.

The half-closed glass door was suddenly opened, and a slightly thin man appeared at the door, panting heavily while pushing the glasses that were about to slide down.

"Of course, are you in a hurry?...Is Feifei still there?"

Fang Zhuoran yelled "Dad!" loudly, and rushed over.Fang Qun stroked the back of his son's head, showing a warm smile.

Yuchi Feifei lowered her head, staring straight at the little fox drawn at the footer of the picture book.

The lines of the little fox gradually blurred.Yuchi Feifei still opened her eyes wide, trying her best not to let the liquid in her eye sockets drip down.

Picking up Fang Zhuoran's small schoolbag and holding his son's hand, Fang Qun stopped and looked at his son.

The father and son turned their eyes to Yuchi Feifei who was sitting alone on the edge of the classroom with her head bowed.

Fang Qun walked gently to Yuchi Feifei's seat, squatted down, and looked at Yuchi Feifei's ears protruding from her thin short hair. "Little Feifei, if you don't mind, come home with us for dinner."

Yuchi Feifei sniffed loudly.

"I'm going to wait for Dad to come..."

"I made an agreement with your father last Friday. If you haven't been picked up when I come to pick you up, I'll take care of you for a while." Fang Qun said softly. "Did your father tell you?"

Said it was said.But Yuchi Feifei still hesitated and did not move.

"I bought fresh black fish and tofu. How about we make fish soup today? It's better than the corn rib soup we had last Friday."

Sniffing again, Yuchi Feifei stood up and picked up her schoolbag.

"Thank you, Uncle Fang." She wiped her face and followed Fang Qun.

"You're welcome." Fang Qun took the hands of the two children with both hands, bid farewell to the teacher on duty, and left the kindergarten in the dark.

After his wife passed away due to illness, Fang Qun acted as both father and mother to raise Fang Zhuoran, who was less than one year old at the time, and it had been more than four years before he knew it.

In order to take care of his son conveniently, Fang Qun quit his job as a high school teacher and became a painting teacher in an interest class for elementary and middle school students run by a university alumni.Although the salary is less than that of a full-time teacher, he has more free time and spends more time with his son.

However, recently, three female teachers in the interest class took maternity leave one after another. He and other teachers had to temporarily help to fill in the vacancy without a teacher.In this way, there are always two or three days a week until 6:[-], before rushing off work and running to the kindergarten to pick up Fang Zhuoran.After two weeks of this kind of life, Fang Qun noticed that there was always a little girl who was still in the classroom when he picked up Fang Zhuoran, waiting alone on the seat.

"It's home!" Fang Zhuoran saw his father open the door, threw off his shoes and rushed into the house shouting.

"Change into your slippers, and then go wash your hands..." Fang Qun shouted halfway, his son had long since disappeared.

He looked at Yuchi Feifei who was still standing in the entrance. "Alright, little girl Feifei, come in too."

"Don't call me little friend Feifei..." Yuchi Feifei frowned and muttered, but obediently took the slippers Fang Qun handed over.

"Uncle Fang, excuse me."

Fang Qun lowered his head, only seeing the top of Yuchi Feifei's tiny head.

"You're welcome. You're welcome to dinner."