It is not easy for a person to live with a child in a big city. It’s not that Meng Guangxin doesn’t care about Cheng Cheng’s mental health, but when he has too many things to do and is busy at work, he can only do many things from head to toe.
Men are no better than women. Women are more thoughtful, while men are rougher. Their ideas are simple, direct, and even crude. They think that the most important thing they have to do is to work hard outside to earn money to support their families and provide them with a good material life, but they often ignore the spiritual aspect.
That’s why many men and women in cities get divorced, and the men are always full of grievances and complaints. They think that their hard work is worth their lives, but in exchange for their family’s incomprehension.
Who can say that Meng Guangxin does not love Cheng Cheng enough? Xiao Douding is simply the only motivation for his life and struggle. He works so hard just to let Cheng Cheng live a better life, and everything is from a good starting point.
But he also made the mistake of many men who earn money to support their families and neglected to pay more careful attention to Cheng Cheng.
After talking with Dr. Xie, Meng Guangxin realized his mistake. This weekend he left work and stayed with Cheng Cheng wholeheartedly.
He could clearly feel that Cheng Cheng was smiling more.
But as a new work week began, he fell into a busy schedule and couldn't escape, and gradually fell into the same old routine.
One day, when Meng Guangxin went to the kindergarten to pick up Cheng Cheng from school, the teacher in his class told him that Cheng Cheng was a good storyteller. The class was about to hold a storytelling competition and wanted to invite Cheng Cheng to participate.
Meng Guangxin thought this was a good thing and agreed without asking Cheng Cheng.
“Cheng Cheng, your father has great confidence in you. You can do it. Come on.” The little teacher leaned over and said to Cheng Cheng.
Cheng Cheng's little face was tense and a little panicked.
She is timid, and when there are many people around her, she becomes speechless, stammers, and stumbles, and cannot speak smoothly, let alone tell stories.
This is the case in Little Red Horse Academy. She can only feel comfortable telling stories to Xiaobai, Xi'er, and Liuliu, a few familiar children. However, once there are many people and other relatively unfamiliar children join, she panics.
It doesn't work.
The little teacher asked her before. She shook her head and said weakly that she was afraid, but she didn't expect her father to agree for her.
She followed her father home in silence, had a quick dinner, and was sent to the Little Red Pony by her father. During the whole process, his father did not tell her anything about the story-telling contest.
But she became panicked when she thought about this, and she especially needed her father's encouragement and help.
She has a tendency to be autistic and is not good at actively expressing and talking. However, Meng Guangxin is busy competing for jobs these days and has no time to take care of his daughter in every detail.
Amidst great anxiety, Cheng Cheng ushered in the class storytelling competition. She was invited by the teacher to stand on the podium. Facing many children, she panicked and was speechless.
The king of vivid storytelling is gone, and all that is left is a helpless Meng Chengcheng.
She was placed in the center of attention, helpless and did not say a word.
When he came to Little Red Horse Academy in the evening, Cheng Cheng was worried and looked for Xiaobai everywhere.
Xiaobai is her best friend, she likes to tell her everything.
Xiaobai is painting with a group of children, looking very serious.
She stood behind Xiao Bai, leaned forward, stretched out her head and took a look. She saw a palm-sized elf with wings flying in the moonlight. She hadn't finished the painting yet, but Xiao Bai's painting was really good.
“Does it look good?” Xiaobai turned around and asked Cheng Cheng.
Cheng Cheng nodded his head: "It looks good. Xiaobai, you are really awesome."
“嚯嚯嚯嚯~”
Xiaobai smiled like a little hamster that had eaten something secretly, and continued to draw at his desk.
Cheng Cheng watched for a while and then left silently. He came to the reading area alone and walked around looking for dolls, but there were none. They were all taken away by the children.
She then stood on tiptoe and took out a picture book from the bookshelf. She couldn't understand or recognize the name, but she still treated it like a treasure. She took it and sat down in the corner, preparing to read the picture book alone.
Her eyes caught a glimpse of something falling on the ground at the corner of the bookshelf. She ran over and picked it up. It was a long-eared bunny doll with torn clothes.
The little bunny doll’s clothes were not only torn, but its left ear was also broken, exposing the PP cotton inside.
No wonder no children wanted it after it was thrown on the ground. It turned out to be a broken little rabbit.
Cheng Cheng held her in his arms distressedly, sat down in the corner, and carefully wiped the dust off the little rabbit.
She couldn't even bear to pat the little rabbit with her hands for fear of hurting the little rabbit.
She straightened her rags again, looked at her tattered ears, stroked them gently, and tried to think of ways to help her. At the same time, she felt so sorry for her that she almost shed tears.
With a doll in hand, you can tell stories. Cheng Cheng came to the corner and told a story to a broken little rabbit doll alone.
Meng Chengcheng, who was too frightened to speak a word during the day, suddenly transformed into a storyteller again.
She is the elf under the moonlight in Xiaobai's paintings. She is most agile when there is no one around.
She wanted to tell something strange to the little rabbit in her arms. She was reading the picture book and making guesses. Fortunately, the story in this picture book was also about the little rabbit. It was called "Guess How Much I Love You" and it was about the little rabbit.
Conversation with Mother Rabbit.
While talking, Cheng Cheng started to cry silently while holding the little rabbit doll. She missed her mother.
The more I cried, the more I missed my mother, and the more I thought about my mother, the more the grievances I felt in my heart surged out.
I thought of the embarrassment during the day, the things I wanted to say to my dad but didn’t say them out loud, and thought of many, many things... A small heart can’t hold too much. A small heart can only hold my dad and my long-lost mother, and all the little ones in the world.
Animals, containing baskets of stories, contain a novice.
In the corner of the reading area, child Meng Chengcheng was sobbing softly.
She was so embarrassed and scared during the day that she didn't even cry. But now, facing a broken doll and a picture book that she couldn't understand, she cried.
Every person is born with inherent strength, and it is not easy for external forces to break this layer of strength. They are often broken from within.
Cheng Cheng was crying and didn't notice someone approaching. Under the light, the man's head shone, it was Luo Zikang, a bald man.
Luo Zikang noticed Cheng Cheng, stared at her strangely, and walked away coldly without stopping.
He doesn’t like little girls younger than him because he doesn’t like the little girl at home who is younger than him and is not born to his mother but says she is his sister.
He hates Xiaobai even more, and Cheng Cheng is on Xiaobai's side, so Luo Zikang doesn't like him either.
Even though he found Cheng Cheng crying, he snorted arrogantly, ignored it, and walked away, seeming to disdain the little girl crying.
Luo Zikang left. After a while, he happened to pass by here again. He threw two tissues in front of Cheng Cheng with disgust. Without saying a word, he kept his funny arrogance and left.
A rush of footsteps came, and Xiaobai ran over, looking around for him.
Xiaobai saw Cheng Cheng crying in the corner, shouted, ran over, and hugged her shoulders like a little adult.
“Cheng Cheng, you have lost your paw? Don’t cry, don’t cry~”
When the summer is hot, old people say that as long as you whistle into the distance, the wind will blow.
The same is true for tears. When someone "whistles" at it, they come in a surge.
Facing Xiaobai’s comfort, Cheng Cheng threw herself into Xiaobai’s arms, holding her clothes tightly with both hands, her little body shaking from crying.
Xiaobai was in a panic. She had never seen such a battle. She thought about it for a while, and then she thought that she should reach out and hug Cheng Cheng, and gently pat her shoulders like a grandma, while humming softly:
