Chapter 357 Guess How Much I Love You (12)

It is not easy to live alone in a big city with a child. Meng Guangxin is not not concerned about Cheng Cheng's mental health, but when there are too many things to do and work is busy, he can only take care of the beginning and not the end.

Men are not like women. Women are careful, while men are rough. Their ideas are simple, direct, and even rough. They think that the most important thing they should do is to work hard outside to earn money to support their families and give their families a good material life, but they 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 in exchange for the misunderstanding of their families.

Who can say that Meng Guangxin does not love Cheng Cheng enough? Little Douding is simply the only driving force of his life and struggle. He works so hard just to let Cheng Cheng live a better life. Everything starts from a good point.

But he also made many mistakes of men who earn money to support their families and neglected to care more carefully for Cheng Cheng.

After a conversation with Dr. Xie, Meng Guangxin realized his mistake. This weekend, he left his work and accompanied Cheng Cheng wholeheartedly.

He clearly felt that Cheng Cheng smiled more.

But as the new work week began, he was caught up in busy affairs and could not get out of it, and gradually repeated the old path.

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

Meng Guangxin thought it 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 teacher leaned over and said to Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng's little face was tight and a little flustered.

She was timid, and when there were many people, she couldn't speak, stuttered, and couldn't speak smoothly, let alone tell stories.

This was the case in the Little Red Horse Academy. She could only feel at ease when telling stories to Xiaobai, Xier, Liuliu and other familiar children, but once there were many people, once other relatively unfamiliar children joined, she would panic.

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 for her.

She followed her father home in silence, had dinner in a hurry, and was sent to Little Red Horse by her father. Her father didn't tell her about the storytelling competition during the whole process.

But she felt flustered when she thought about it, and she especially needed her father's encouragement and help.

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

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

The story king who told stories vividly disappeared, and there was only a helpless Meng Chengcheng.

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

At night, Cheng Cheng came to Little Red Horse Academy, with a lot of worries, looking for Xiaobai everywhere.

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

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

She stood behind Xiaobai, leaned forward, stretched out her head and looked at it. It was a palm-sized elf with wings flying in the moonlight. It was not completely drawn yet, but Xiaobai drew it very well.

"Wow, wow, wow~~ Is it beautiful?" Xiaobai turned around and asked Chengcheng.

Chengcheng nodded her head: "It's beautiful, Xiaobai, you are really good."

"Wow, wow, wow~~~"

Xiaobai smiled like a hamster who stole food and continued to draw at the desk.

Chengcheng looked for a while, then left silently. She came to the reading area alone, turned around, and looked for the dolls, but there were none. They were all taken away by the children.

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

Her eyes caught sight of something falling on the floor at the corner of the bookshelf. She ran over to pick it up. It was a torn bunny doll with long ears.

The bunny doll not only had torn clothes, but also had a broken left ear, revealing the PP cotton inside.

No wonder no child wanted it when it was thrown on the floor. It turned out to be a broken bunny.

Cheng Cheng hugged her distressedly, sat down in the corner, and carefully wiped off the dust on the bunny.

She didn't even have the heart to pat her with her hands, fearing that she would hurt the bunny.

She sorted out her torn clothes, looked at her broken ears, gently stroked them, and tried to think about how to help her. At the same time, she felt so distressed that she almost cried.

With a doll in hand, she could tell stories. Cheng Cheng huddled in the corner and told stories to a broken bunny doll alone.

Meng Cheng Cheng, who was so scared that she couldn't say a word during the day, suddenly became a story king again.

She was the elf in the moonlight in Xiao Bai's painting. When no one was around, she was the most lively.

She wanted to tell the little rabbit in her arms something strange. She looked at the picture book and guessed. Coincidentally, the story in this picture book was also about little rabbits. It was called "Guess How Much I Love You", and it was about the conversation between the little rabbit and its mother.

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

The more she cried, the more she missed her mother, and the more she missed her mother, the more grievances she felt in her heart surged out.

Thinking of the embarrassment during the day, thinking of the words I wanted to say to my father but didn't say, thinking of many, many things... The little heart can't hold too much, the little heart only holds my father and the mother I haven't seen for a long time, all the small animals in the world, a basket of stories, and a little white.

In the corner of the reading area, little Meng Chengcheng sobbed softly.

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

Everyone is born strong, and it is not easy for external forces to break this protective shell. They are often broken from the inside.

Cheng Cheng cried and didn't notice someone approaching. Under the light, the man's head glowed. It was the bald Luo Zikang.

Luo Zikang found Cheng Cheng, stared at her strangely, and didn't stop. He walked away coldly.

He didn't like little girls younger than him, because he didn't like the little girl at home who was younger than him, who was not born by his mother but said she was his sister.

He hated Xiaobai even more, and Chengcheng was on Xiaobai's side, so he didn't like her either.

Although he found Chengcheng crying, he snorted arrogantly, ignored her, and walked away, seeming to disdain the little girl crying.

Luo Zikang left, and soon he happened to pass by here again, threw two tissues in front of Chengcheng with disdain, said nothing, and left with his funny arrogance.

Dadada~~ A burst of hurried footsteps came, and Xiaobai ran over, looking around for her.

"Chengcheng~~~~"

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

"Chengcheng, are you crying? Don't cry, don't cry~"

In the hot summer, the old people said that as long as you whistle in the distance, the wind will blow.

The same is true for tears. When someone "whistles" at it, they come in torrents.

Facing Xiaobai's comfort, Chengcheng threw herself into her arms, holding her clothes tightly with her two little hands, and her crying body was shaking.

Xiaobai was flustered, having never seen such a scene before. She thought for a while, and then she thought that she should reach out and hug Chengcheng, patting her little shoulders gently like a grandmother, while humming softly:

"Fighting bugs, biting hands. Moths, moths, fly~..."