C29 (2/2)

I don't know what was said.

Song Youran laughs and hugs him.

The man squatted down, the little guy hugged his neck and gave him a big stab on the cheek.

Xie Jingchuan is standing on the opposite side of the road.

All of a sudden, one year and one month, song Youran said that she was jealous and wanted to kill people.

”Mommy.”

The little guy pulled song Youran's coat corner. ”That uncle over there is so strange. He has been looking at you all the time...”

Song Youran reached out and scraped his nose and looked over with a smile.

Mou color suddenly stops.

The smile on the face also gradually disappeared.

A moment later.

She covered her face with an umbrella and walked to the other side as if she had seen nothing.

”Mommy, this is not my way home...”

”We won't go home yet.”

Song Youran said, ”go to buy you a brush first. Aren't you going to paint tomorrow?”

She didn't expect to meet that man here.

I left in a hurry.

The little guy couldn't keep up with her, panting, ”Mommy, do you think I'm too fat? Anna's mother said that she was too fat. She had to run 20 minutes a day to watch the animation... ”

Song Youran is dumbfounded.

Stop and look at the little guy.

The rain dripped from the sides of the umbrella.

The man in front of her pants was slightly wet, against the light, and the figure almost covered her whole person.

His voice was hoarse: ”I heard that you loved me like a life.”

So many people said he was crazy.

Only Xie Jingchuan knows.

Song Youran is alive.

Even if he can't find a trace of her existence.

Song Youran's umbrella hand stopped, the little guy looked at her, a pair of big black eyes full of curiosity.

She slowly tilted her umbrella back.

”Sir, give way.”

Song Youran doesn't pretend that he doesn't know him.

There was no panic reaction after feigning death.

Even love and hate are gone.

It's like treating a stranger in her way.

Xie Jingchuan did not move.

Narrow path, next to the puddles.

He blocked her way.

The ”chance encounter” effect was not achieved.

Instead, it's like an enemy on a narrow road.

The little guy's eyes were dribbling between them.

”Uncle, please give way,” he said in a pure English accent

Xie Jingchuan looked at it, almost with his own mold to see the little boy, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The little guy frowned slightly, changed into Chinese, and said solemnly again: ”uncle, please let me pass.”