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"Teacher, is this poem written for mother?"

As soon as the reading was finished, an older child in the crowd raised his hand and asked a question.

"Yes, this poem is written by Meng Jiao to express his gratitude to his mother by recalling the scene when his mother sewed clothes for him when he traveled far away."

The female teacher smiled and touched the child's head as a sign of encouragement.

"But we don't have a mother..."

"Teacher, we have never gone out before."

"Teacher, what does the outside world look like? Are there any monsters that can eat people?"

……

In the classroom, the children chattered and discussed.

These questions seemed a bit heavy, and just when the female teacher didn't know how to answer the children, a soft voice sounded from the crowd.

"Teacher, you often sew clothes for us, just like the mother in the poem, can Yuanyuan call you mother?"

A little girl who looked only four or five years old was looking up at the female teacher sitting in the middle expectantly.

Tears flickered in the female teacher's eyes, and her voice became a little choked, she reached out and hugged the thin body into her arms, and said softly, "Of course, if Yuanyuan likes, she can always call her teacher's mother. "

"mom!"

Hearing this, the little girl's eyes lit up and she let out a happy cry.

"Hey!"

Seeing this, the other children rushed to surround the female teacher and called for their mother.

At this moment, those two words that were once extremely distant to the children seemed to have become the warmest and most real existence.

The sweet and childish voice filled the entire empty classroom, and every immature and urgent call had the most affectionate response from the female teacher, until her voice became hoarse, until her face burst into tears...

Outside the door, Su Han watched this scene, the softest part of his heart was touched, and a drop of crystal slipped from the corner of his eyes unconsciously.

Zuo Chen put his arm on the trembling shoulder and shook it vigorously, trying to convey all his comfort and heartache to that person.

"Brother Xiaohan, brother Xiaohan, don't cry, Nannan won't ask you to hug Nannan in the future, okay?"

At this time, Nan Nan seemed to have just recovered from the warmth of that embrace. After raising her pink face and seeing Su Han's expression, she thought that Su Han was crying because she hugged her. Shrunken, he tugged at the corner of Su Han's clothes and said aggrievedly.

"It's not like that, brother likes to hug Nannan very much." Seeing that the little guy misunderstood, Su Han quickly wiped his eyes, knelt down and took Nannan into his arms and said in a panic.

It seemed that the voice was louder, and the child inside noticed the scene outside the door and cried out excitedly.

Then I saw the female teacher coming out of it, with a faint smile on her handsome and young face, looking gentle and kind.

Su Han greeted the female teacher in a friendly manner, and after explaining the purpose of coming, the female teacher gave up the classroom to Su Han, and helped bring various painting tools for the children.

Because the special education resources in the orphanage are still somewhat lacking, the children usually have few painting classes.

But today a big brother who is so good-looking suddenly came to teach them how to draw, and his immature faces were full of joy.

"Children, tell my brother, what do you like? Can my brother draw it for you on the drawing board?"

Su Han was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic little guys, with a slight smile on his warm brows.

As soon as the words fell, the children opened their mouths one by one.

"Brother, brother, I want to see you draw me."

"Brother, can you draw me a little angel? The one with wings."

"I think... I want a doll, can my brother draw it?"

……

"Okay, children, don't worry, my brother will draw a picture for each of you."

Su Han comforted the excited little ones, and then used his slender fingers to pick up the brush and began to draw on the drawing board.

Zuo Chen on the side watched this scene, his black eyes were full of warmth, and his heart was as soft as if it had melted into a puddle of water.

An hour later, the children all got the paintings they wanted, smiling very satisfied.

Some children were eager to try, holding a small drawing board and imitating Su Han's appearance to write and draw by themselves, but because they didn't have much experience, they began to cry sadly when they saw that they couldn't draw well.

Seeing this, Su Han would hold those little guys into his arms, and then patiently teach them hand in hand.

And the little girl Yuanyuan also seriously drew a picture under Su Han's guidance, titled "Mom", and finally gave it to the female teacher who silently guarded them.

The female teacher accepted it with tears in her eyes, and then hugged Yuanyuan tightly in her arms.

Zuo Chen couldn't help being moved by this touching scene.

It was almost time for lunch, and the children reluctantly put away their paintbrushes, ready to go to the small cafeteria for dinner under the leadership of the teacher.

After Su Han said goodbye to the children one by one affectionately, he planned to drive back with Zuo Chen in the approaching night.

Because Zuo Chen was afraid that Dean Zhang would let go of his busy work and entertain them again, and he was even more afraid that Su Han would have other thoughts and be sad silently, so he didn't agree with Su Han to bid farewell to Dean Zhang, but entrusted a After the teacher informed, he took Su Han and left the orphanage.

A good day seems to be over in this way, but it seems that it is not over yet.

There is only a wall between the parking lot and the orphanage. At this time, the temperature is getting colder. After Zuo Chen quickly picked up the car, he drove Su Han to his home.

"Xiaohan, are you happy today?" Zuo Chen turned his head slightly to look at the people around him, and Zuo Chen's lips were full of tenderness.

"Yeah!" Su Han replied heavily, with joy that could not be concealed in his voice.

There was still some cold corners in the memory, but it seemed to add some warmth because of this trip, just like the sun shining into the dark crevices for a moment, it was bright and dazzling for a moment.

"If possible, I would like to come a few more times in the future."

"As long as you want to come, I will accompany you at any time, but don't cry next time."

"Yeah." Thinking of the previous scene, Su Han responded with some embarrassment.

"Xiaohan, you smiled so beautifully among the group of children today. I have never seen you smile so beautifully." Zuo Chen seemed to remember something, and he spoke with a hint of surprise in his tone. Sour gas.

Maybe, it's just because he discovered that caring about others will also bring joy to himself, let alone some people who are in such a similar situation as himself.

Su Han thought to himself, looking at the scenery receding in the night along the way, he didn't answer, and there was a faint smile between his brows unconsciously.

"Huh? Why are you parking?"

"I'm hungry." Zuo Chen looked at Su Han aggrievedly.

"I'll get you dry food." Su Han said as he wanted to look through the backpack he was carrying.

However, in the next second, Zuo Chen rushed over and flattened the seat, pushing Su Han down on it.

"Stupid, it's not that you're hungry, it's that you're hungry."

Before Su Han came back to his senses, Zuo Chen kissed the alluring red lips.

"Uh... bastard... um... this is... um... highway..."

Sensing that one hand was undoing his belt, Su Han blushed so much that he was about to bleed, and pushed back the suddenly maddened person with all his strength.