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Kyoto Huayang Kindergarten

In physical education class, children are playing, or playing seesaw, or shoveling sand, or playing slides, or playing with toys.

One of them was a little boy, but he didn't fit in.

The little boy sat cross-legged in a corner. He was wearing a blue T-shirt and denim overalls, revealing his white and tender arms.

He lowered his head, and his short hand was holding the building block in front of him.

He is very smart, and a pile of very complicated building blocks is quickly raised by him.

He is quiet, no one plays with him, and everything from the outside world seems to be unable to enter his world.

Because he lowered his head, people couldn't see his face clearly, only the small curly hair on his head, soft, playful and cute.

At this moment, a few boys about four or five years old looked in his direction, lowered their heads and chatted, and then came over aggressively.

"Hey, Su Yuanjin, let's play with this building block." One of the bigger boys who seemed to be the leader said, his voice was clearly still immature, but arrogant.

The little boy, Su Yuanjin, continued to hold the building blocks in his hand as if he had not heard anything.

The boy was so angry that he stretched out his hand and waved it heavily. The blocks that Su Yuanjin had built were pushed and scattered on the ground.

"Hmph, if you don't let me play, I can't play, and you can't play either." The boy said proudly.

Su Yuanjin held a small building block in his hand, paused, and then slowly raised his head.

Under the soft curly hair, there is a small face carved in pink and jade, as delicate as a porcelain doll, one eye is big and round, and the eyelashes are long, thick and rolled up, like a small fan.

But at this time, this pretty little face was tense.

He pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Glancing at those few people, he lowered his eyelashes, took back the scattered building blocks piece by piece, and continued to hang them.

His ignoring attitude angered the boy even more.

He stepped forward again, threw the building block to the ground, and remembered something, he said, following the people in the TV series: "Su Yuanjin, you are born with a mother but not raised by a mother."

"Yes, Su Yuanjin, you don't have a mother." The other boys also agreed.

"I have a mother!" Su Yuanjin, who had not spoken for a while, spoke up at this time.

"You didn't, we never met your mother."

"I have a mother!" Su Yuanjin held the building blocks and repeated again, his eyes stubborn.

"Then why didn't your mother come to pick you up, Su Yuanjin, your mother doesn't want you anymore, you are a motherless child."

"You must be a bad boy, that's why your mother doesn't want you."

"My mother didn't want me." Su Yuanjin's eyes were red, he stood up and rushed over like a small cannonball, "I have a mother."

"Su Yuanjin, you dare to hit me."

"We beat him together."

Soon, several children mingled and started fighting.

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Small Villas in Jing'an Garden

A young man in a white shirt and black pants is on the phone.

On the other end of the phone was the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"Little Mo, do you really want to be with her secretly for the rest of your life? Mom knows you like her, but what about her? Apart from getting a marriage certificate at the beginning, not to mention the wedding, you don't even have any public plans.

There is also Dudu, he is already three years old. In the past three years, he can count the number of times he has seen his mother on a few fingers. Don't Dudu miss her mother? "