Chapter 421 Mianmian, come here

  He should have come to pick up the children like everyone else, but he was surprised.

  But because the person just stood here quietly, it gave people a long-standing high-end cold air field, which made people afraid to move forward and get too close.

Although he talked to the middle-aged woman next to him in a low voice, he was gentle and indifferent, not as cold and serious as he used to be, but he still made the people around wonder who this person is and which child’s parent he has never seen before. .

  The surrounding parents looked sideways, and looked quietly and curiously.

  Not long after waiting, the children began to file out from the teaching building, lined up neatly before and after the gate of the kindergarten, and when they saw their parents coming to pick them up, they all turned around and waved goodbye to the teacher obediently.

  Shi Mianmian walked out of the door with her cute little schoolbag on her back, and saw Grandma Qin standing in the crowd as usual and looking inside, jogging and rushing towards her with a grinning trot.

Just halfway through the run, I suddenly noticed the tall and tall figure next to Grandma Qin, with a small happy face that was stunned for an instant, and the **** grape-like eyes gradually opened wider and rounder, as if I thought I was wrong. The little feet in cute pink sneakers stood there in a daze, staring at them blankly.

   Seeing Mianmian, Aunt Qin was silly, she couldn't help but smiled, and waved to her like a cheer: "Mianmian, come here."

  Looking at the smiling grandma Qin with a stunned expression, her eyes returned to the face of the familiar uncle next to her, and she blinked, staying in the same place without daring to move.

The surrounding parents received the child smoothly, all chattering, Jing Jihan walked forward from the noisy crowd, and approached when he was close to him. After only two or three steps away, his eyes became more shocked. With the look of her, the straight long legs under his trousers stopped, and he slowly squatted down in her direction. Thousands of worlds had been sinking and floating under his eyes for many years, and in his eyes as deep as the sea, it seemed to be the softest wind in an instant. , Linger on the small figure in front of me.

  The man’s eyes were warm and soft, without a trace of reservation, he opened his arms: "Mianmian, come."

  Looking at him blankly, many parents who had been outside the door for a long time had already left, and the surrounding area was much quieter.

When the kindergarten teacher saw the situation here, he thought something was wrong, but seeing the aunt who was always picking her up was standing behind her with a smile of love and even tears, as if she was very happy and excited. Yes, he stopped the steps he was about to approach the past, but he didn't feel relieved. He didn't immediately turn back to the teaching building, but stood by and watched quietly.

   "Mianmian." Jing Jihan looked at Mianmian, his voice low and gentle: "Come here."

Mianmian's little feet moved. The child didn't understand what it means to be cowardly with nostalgia. He just looked at him dumbfounded, but after she finally started walking forward again, she walked in Jing Jihan's direction resolutely without hesitation. .

   "Uncle Ji Han..." Mianmian screamed in a low voice and a little timidly, and the next moment he was directly embraced by the man.

  In just four words, the voice is low and low. It was clearly a name that was misplaced back then, but it made Jing Jihan's eyes feel sour that he had never shed tears since he could remember.

The man is like hugging the pearl of the sea that has been lost for many years, as if he has missed a whole seven years of time, six years of growth, only the traces of the past few months two years ago, but the traces are too deep, and it will last forever. It can't be erased, everything is firmly embraced by him at this moment.

Aunt Qin could not help wiping tears while standing nearby. Although she did not know how Mr. Jing would come to pick up the child today, the news of Shi Su’s sudden marriage was heard a bit by an elderly person who doesn’t use the Internet very much, even though she is just a nanny. , But after all, I’ve been around Shisu and Mianmian for a long time. In the past two years, I have seen Mianmian very sensible and dare not prescribe Mr. Jing in Shisu’s face, but secretly often draw him in private. Now I see Mr. Jing coming to pick up the child. Moving.

Aunt Qin wiped some excitement tears and said: "Mr. Jing, I said Mianmian didn't forget you. Although she was only four years ago, she was too impressed with you and often secretly missed you, so I just said ah. ...This kid forgets that no one will forget you, Mr. Jing...she really remembers..."

Jing Jihan touched the cute braids on Mianmian's head, looked at Mianmian who was still stunned, and stood up holding her, then smiled and watched the little girl as if she finally recovered, full of surprises and not believable. His eyes were wiped on her cute little nose: "Little silly girl, scared?"

   After blinking, he quickly reached out and hugged Jing Jihan's neck firmly: "No~ You are really Uncle Ji Han? I'm not dreaming, am I?!"

  Sure enough, Shisu was born, and he is good at dreaming reality.

  I always thought it was a dream.

Jing Jihan chuckled and walked out holding her. Aunt Qin hurried over to take down the schoolbag on Mianmian's back to help carry it. Jing Jihan refused. He took off the schoolbag behind Mianmian's back and held Mianmianxiang in one hand. Go in the direction of the parking space, holding her small schoolbag in one hand, without any fake hands.

  Aunt Qin didn't go there anymore, just smiled and looked at it for a while, planning to call Shi Su back later.

"Uncle Ji Han, you squeeze me, squeeze me to see if it hurts, if it hurts, it's not a dream!" Mianmian was hugged by Jing Jihan to the side of the car, her soft little arm kept her arms around his neck without letting go, working hard Move the little face in his direction.

  Jing Jihan smiled and glanced at the little girl who took the initiative to bring her face closer, put her schoolbag in the car, and gently squeezed her small face.

   "It's too light, it doesn't hurt at all, you can pinch it again." Mian Mian continued to move her face up again.

  Jing Jihan was reluctant to pinch, kissed her little cheek, and said softly, "I know a magical spell. As long as you can recite this spell, it means it's not a dream."

  "What spell?" His eyes were full of curiosity.

   "The spell is very simple, only two words." Jing Jihan put Mian Mian into the car with a light smile, raised an elegant and deep eyebrow when he helped the little girl to fasten the seat belt: "Yes, Dad."

   "Dad?" Looking at him blankly, "Why?"

  Jing Jihan squeezed her little nose gently: “Because the father in the dream is fake, and the father is real now, he is standing in front of you.”

   Mianmian sat in the car with her face up, and suddenly said, "Oh!"

  Jing Jihan looked at her again because of her "Oh," "What?"

  Mianmian suddenly took out a small toy that had fallen out of her schoolbag from under her ass, and said with a little embarrassment: "It’s ass..."

   Then excited again: "Ass actually hurts!"

  Jing Jihan: "..."

  The brain circuits of the mother and daughter are different.

  (End of this chapter)