It is not easy to live in a big city with a child alone. Meng Guangxin is not not paying attention to Chengcheng's mental health, but that when he has too many things and is busy with work, he can only care about the beginning and end of the work.

Men are not as careful as women, while men are thicker in lines. Their ideas are simple, direct, and even rough. They think the most important thing they need to do is to work hard outside and earn money to support their families and give their families a good material life, but often ignore the spiritual level.

Therefore, many men and women in the city divorce. Men are always full of grievances and complaints, thinking that their hard work is hard but the family is incomprehensible.

Who can say that Meng Guangxin does not love Cheng Cheng enough? Xiao Douding is simply the only driving force for his life and struggle. He worked so hard to make Cheng Cheng live a better life, and the starting point of everything is good.

But he also made the mistake of many men who earn money to support his family, and ignored his more careful care of Chengcheng.

After talking to Dr. Xie, Meng Guangxin realized his mistake. This weekend he left his work and devoted himself to accompany Cheng Cheng.

He obviously felt Cheng Cheng’s smile more.

But as the new week of work began, he fell into busy affairs and was unable to escape, and gradually repeated the old path.

One day, when Meng Guangxin went to the kindergarten to pick up Cheng Cheng after school, the teacher in the class told him that Cheng Cheng was very good at telling stories, and the class was preparing to hold a storytelling competition and wanted to invite Cheng Cheng to participate.

Meng Guangxin thought it was a good thing, but he agreed without asking Cheng Cheng.

"Chengcheng, your father is very confident in you. You can do it, come on." The little teacher leaned over and said to Chengcheng.

Cheng Cheng's little face was tightly tight and he was a little panicked.

She is timid and once there are too many people, she can't speak, stutter, stutter, and speaks smoothly, let alone telling stories.

This is the case in Xiaohongma Academy. Only when telling stories to familiar children, Xiaobai, Xier, and Liuliu, can she be like a fish in water. However, once there are many people, once other strangers join, she will be so panicked.

The teacher had asked her before, and she shook her head and said weakly that she was afraid, but she didn't expect her father to agree to her.

She followed her father home silently, had supper in a hurry, and was sent to Little Red Horse by her father. Her father did not tell her the storytelling competition throughout the whole process.

But she felt nervous when she thought of this, and she especially needed her father's encouragement and help.

She is autistic and is not good at expressing and expressing actively. Meng Guangxin has been busy with the bidding process for a while and has no time to take care of her daughter in detail.

In amidst great anxiety, Cheng Cheng ushered in a class storytelling competition. She was invited by the little teacher to stand on the podium. Facing many children, she was panicked and couldn't speak.

The king of stories that are vivid and vivid, is gone, and only a lonely Meng Chengcheng.

She was placed in the focus of her sight, at a loss and didn't say a word.

At night, when I arrived at Xiaohongma Academy, Cheng Cheng was worried and looked for Xiaobai everywhere.

Xiaobai is her best friend and she likes to tell her everything.

Xiaobai was painting with a group of children, looking very serious.

She stood behind Xiaobai, leaned forward, stretched out her little head and looked at it. It was a winged elf flying in the moonlight. She had not yet drawn it completely, but Xiaobai was really well drawn.

"Is it good-looking?" Xiaobai turned around and asked Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng bit his head: "It looks good, Xiaobai, you are so awesome."

“Hohohohohohoho~”

Xiaobai smiled like a hamster that had only eaten, and continued to draw at his desk.

Cheng Cheng looked at it for a while and left silently. He came to the reading area alone, walked around, looking for the dolls, but he was gone, and was taken away by the children.

She stood on tiptoe and took a picture book from the bookshelf. She couldn't understand the name and didn't recognize it, but she still looked like a treasure. She held it in the corner and sat down, preparing to read the picture book alone.

Her eyes glanced at something falling on the ground at the corner of the bookshelf. Dadada ran over and picked it up. It was a long-eared rabbit doll with torn clothes.

The little rabbit doll not only has its clothes torn, but its left ears are also broken, revealing the PP cotton inside.

No wonder no children wanted it when they were thrown on the ground. It turned out to be a broken little rabbit.

Cheng Cheng held her in his arms with pain, came to the corner to sit down, and carefully wiped off the dust from the little rabbit's body.

She couldn't even bear to pat with her hands, for fear that the little rabbit would hurt.

She tidied up her torn clothes, looked at her torn ears, gently stroked her, and used her brain to help her, and at the same time she felt so distressed that she almost burst into tears.

With a doll in your hand, you can tell a story. When Cheng Cheng is in the corner, he tells a story to a broken little rabbit doll.

Meng Chengcheng, who was so scared that he couldn't say a word during the day, transformed himself into the king of story again.

She is the elf under the moonlight in Xiaobai's painting. When there is no one, it is her most agile time.

She wanted to tell some strange things to the little rabbit in her arms. Looking at the picture book, she guessed and confused. It was a coincidence that the story of this picture book was also about the little rabbit, called "Guess How Much I Love You", which tells the conversation between the little rabbit and the rabbit's mother.

As she talked, Cheng Cheng began to cry silently while holding the little rabbit doll. She missed her mother.

The more I cry, the more I miss my mother, the more I miss my mother, the more I feel the grievances in my heart, the more I feel.

Thinking of the embarrassment during the day, thinking of what I wanted to say to my father but didn’t say it, thinking of a lot... The little heart couldn’t hold too much, and the little heart only pretended to be my father and my mother who had been masked for a long time, all the little animals in the world, a basket of stories, and a novice.

In the corner of the reading area, Meng Chengcheng was sobbing quietly.

During the day, she was so embarrassed and scared, and she didn't cry, but now, she was alone facing a broken doll and a picture book she couldn't quite understand, but she cried.

Everyone is born with strength, and external forces are not easy to break this strength. They are often broken from the inside.

Cheng Cheng cried, noticing that someone was approaching. Under the light, the man's head was glowing, and it was bald Luo Zikang.

Luo Zikang discovered Cheng Cheng, stared at her strangely, and walked away coldly without stopping.

He doesn't like the little girl who is younger than him because he doesn't like the little girl who is younger than him, who is not born by his mother but says she is his sister.

He hated Xiaobai even more, and Cheng Cheng was from Xiaobai's side, so Luo Zikang didn't like it either.

Although he found Cheng Cheng crying, he snorted proudly, leaving without hesitation, as if he was very disdainful of the little girl crying.

Luo Zikang left. After a while, he happened to pass by here again. He threw two tissues in disgust and said nothing, keeping his funny arrogance and leaving.

A burst of rapid footsteps came, Xiaobai ran over and looked around and searched.

"Chengcheng"

Xiaobai saw Cheng Cheng crying in the corner and shouted, ran over, hugging her little shoulders like a little adult.

"Cheng Cheng, are you paws? Don't cry, don't cry~"

When it is hot in summer, the old people say that as long as you whistle to the distance, the wind will blow.

The same is true for tears. When someone "whistles" at it, they will surge.

Faced with Xiaobai's comfort, Cheng Cheng threw himself into Xiaobai's arms, his hands clutching her clothes tightly, and his crying little body trembled.

Xiaobai was in a panic and had never seen such a situation. After thinking about it, she realized that she should extend her hand, hug Cheng Cheng, and gently pat her little shoulder like grandma, while humming softly:
Chapter completed!