The old lady laughed, and waved to the crying child cordially:
"Child, come."
The child took two steps forward, with a few tears hanging on his face.
"Child, why do you want to give Yifeng a gift?"
¡°Well, I heard my grandma and the director¡¯s mother-in-law say a few days ago that my brother¡¯s birthday is today, so I wanted to give a gift to Brother Feng!¡±
This grandma is actually the current director of the orphanage. She is seventy years old and worries about the children in the orphanage every day, so her hair has become full of silver very early.
¡°Grandma, I don¡¯t want it!¡±
The dean¡¯s grandma took the little boy and said:
"Yifeng, no matter whether you want it or not, we can't have this attitude. My brother also has good intentions and is very considerate. Even if you don't want it, you still have to thank him. Do you understand?"
The little boy had a very reluctant expression on his face. He whispered and turned his head.
Actually, it¡¯s just arrogance.
The principal of the kindergarten, who had a panoramic view of the whole process, laughed out loud:
"Okay, okay, Yifeng, come to my mother-in-law."
The little boy was still very familiar with the principal, so he came over.
Who knows, the director also took out a beautifully wrapped small gift box from his pocket:
"It's your birthday today. My mother-in-law has also prepared a gift for you. Happy birthday, Yifeng. You are one year older again."
The little boy was able to decisively refuse the children¡¯s gifts just now, but he was a little unprepared for the gift from the principal¡¯s mother-in-law.
"Grandma?"
The director of the welfare home, the grandma, nodded, and the little boy reached out and took it:
"Thank you, mother-in-law."
At this time, the children also quickly handed over their gifts again:
"Brother Feng, a gift from Congee!"
The little boy turned his eyes away, but the director of the welfare home, the grandmother, continued to ask softly:
"Child, your name is Porridge, right?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Okay, then grandma also calls you Congee. Congee, why do you want to give brother Yifeng a birthday gift?"
The child tilted his head:
¡°Because, Brother Feng is Congee¡¯s only good friend!¡±
Your only good friend?
Hearing this, the little boy who had turned his head to the side silently turned back.
The child¡¯s old-fashioned tone still made the two old men laugh:
"Okay, okay, then grandma will ask you again, do your parents know about this gift that you want to give to brother Yifeng?"
"I know!"
Now, even the director of the garden started to persuade:
"Yifeng, just accept the gift from your brother."
The feelings between children are still very pure, and parents also know it, so naturally, there will be no problems.
Yifeng then stretched out his hand, and the child happily handed it over.
¡°Brother Feng, what¡¯s inside is Porridge¡¯s favorite toy, give it to brother!¡±
"Thanks."
Thank you dryly.
But, the children are still very happy.
"Brother, Porridge goes back to class first, and then she goes to play with her brother!"
I don¡¯t want to.
"oh."
As the saying goes, if you eat others, you will be short-tongued and you will be soft-handed.
He still said something in response.
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The children were very happy all day long. In the afternoon, after school, they were sent back to the family home by the bodyguards again.
As soon as he saw Su Zhixiao, he rushed towards him:
"Mom, Porridge is so happy today!"
"Really? Why are you so happy?"
¡°Well, I don¡¯t know, I¡¯m very happy!¡±
Well, I¡¯m too young and don¡¯t have enough vocabulary.
On the way back to the family building, the child told his mother everything that happened throughout the day, including what happened in the morning when Mr. Ye got off his uncle's car. He said it very positively.
Su Zhixiao was surprised:
"You mean, Teacher Ye got off your uncle's car?"
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The child nodded heavily:
"Well, it's the real mother, father knows it, and uncle Aban also knows it." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com