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    Zhao Xishan held his mother¡¯s hand and walked out of the school gate.

    The June 1 art performance has just ended, and many little girls are still wearing colorful skirts, following their parents and laughing as they pass by them.  Zhao Xishan lowered his head uncharacteristically, his face was clean after removing makeup, but his mouth was depressed and depressed.  Noticing that she was in a low mood, Xu Lian winked at Xu Han, then turned to the small shop next to the school gate, intending to buy ice cream for the little girl.

    " Following his mother and standing under the shade of the tree to wait for his aunt, Zhao Xishan stared at the toes of his little leather shoes and could see the specks of light among the shadows of the swaying trees.  She was silent for a while, then finally held her mother's hand and raised her face.

    "Mother."

    "Huh?" Xu Han lowered his eyelids and smiled slightly at her.

    "Did I do something wrong?" Raising her little head and looking into her dark eyes, the little girl blinked uncertainly, "I shouldn't have told the teacher."

    "No." The mother stretched out her other hand to smooth the broken hair from her forehead, her fingertips were a little cold, "We have done a good job in kindness, so that Tingting will not be bullied again."

    "Then why do Tingting and I have to transfer to another school?" Zhao Xishan pouted and shook his mother's hand. Zhao Xishan was full of grievances, and his big brown eyes were covered with moisture. "Mom, I don't want to transfer to another school. Duoduo, Ahua and the others  It¡¯s all here.¡±

    Through the layer of water vapor, she couldn't see her mother's expression clearly.  On the other hand, Xu Lian's voice suddenly came in from far away, with a bit of cruelty: "Shan Shan won't turn around if he doesn't want to."

    Something was stuffed into her hand, and the little girl blinked, tears rolling down in clusters, which also allowed her to see the ice cream in her hand clearly.  Chocolate flavored, wrapped in a cone, is her favorite.  Xu Lian touched her head, and a strap slipped off her shoulder, and she picked it up casually.

    "It's not our child who did something wrong. If we want to be transferred, we should let those bullying kids transfer." Zhao Xishan sniffed and heard his aunt say this to his mother.

    Xu Han remained silent.

    She let go of the little girl's hand, turned around, squatted down in front of her, and took out a pack of tissues from her bag.

    "Shanshan, sometimes punishment may only tell you who did right and who did wrong. But it can't protect you." She gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with a tissue, and her mother told her softly,  "Shanshan did the right thing. He was very brave and protected Tingting. Those children were criticized by the teacher, which means they made mistakes and were punished. However, when children make mistakes, it is impossible to correct them once, right.  Isn¡¯t that right? Look, Shanshan bit your chopsticks, your mother scolded you many times, and you only changed it after many times, right?"

    After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Xishan pursed his lips and nodded, "Yeah."

    Mother raised her eyes and smiled.

    "So, before those children correct their mistakes, we must protect ourselves, so that we will not be hurt when they make mistakes again." She stood up and took the little girl's hand again, leading her along the sidewalk.  In the parking lot next to the school, "Shanshan and Tingting transferred schools not because you did anything wrong. You were just protecting yourselves, do you know?"

    With a red nose and a bite of the crispy and sweet ice cream cone, Zhao Xishan nodded his head slightly, but his eyes were filled with tears again.

    "But I'm not happy about changing schools." She mumbled vaguely.

    "How can she understand if you tell her that?" Xu Lian, who was walking aside, couldn't help but glance at the woman beside him and complained lukewarmly, "How long does it take to adapt to a new environment? A child?  What do you know? I just know that I¡¯m not happy about transferring to another school. If something like this happens again in the future, I won¡¯t dare to stand up. What you¡¯re doing is called retreat, not protection at all.¡±

    Raising her little head and looking at her aunt, the little girl saw a circle of dark chocolate sauce around her mouth. She wanted to say something, but didn't dare to speak.  Her mother noticed her little movement, raised the corners of her mouth and squeezed her little hand, "If another child is bullied next time, will Shanshan tell her?"

    Zhao Xishan secretly glanced at Xu Lian from the corner of his eyes. Zhao Xishan licked the chocolate from the corner of his mouth and nodded carefully: "Yes."

    The other party looked towards her, she quickly lowered her head and looked away.

    Her mother always held her hand and encouraged her with a smile: "Tell aunt, why did you say it?"

    After staring at the toes of her shoes and thinking for a long time, the little girl finally raised her head and mustered up the courage to look into her aunt's eyes.

    "Mom said, you have to be brave to do the right thing." She said, "I want to be a brave and good child."

    The emergency department of the hospital is noisy.

    When Zhao Yichen rushed into the waiting room, two young men were carrying a man covered in blood to the registration desk, protecting him.sp; The simplest reason made Zhao Yichen fall into silence.

    This is the first time she mentioned Hu Jiaying.  The word "Mom" fell into my eyes and became strange and dazzling.

    "Dad is a policeman." He remained calm, as if he did not get any information about Hu Jiaying from her words. He just taught her plainly: "It is the job of the police to protect you and catch bad guys. You are still young,  The most important thing is to protect yourself. If something like this happens, you can tell your aunt first, or tell your father first."

    The little girl nodded slowly and wrote in her notebook: "Mom said it."

    The same words came into his eyes again, and Zhao Yichen's folded hands in front of his knees were slightly closed.

    After a while, he raised his right hand and pushed the hair from her temples behind her ears, "I'll remember that next time."

    The little girl did not nod or shake her head.

    She held the pen and slowly wrote a line of words in the notebook, then raised it and showed it to him.

    The crooked handwriting reads "Dream of Mom".

    Zhao Yichen sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, his deep eyes reflecting these four simple words without saying a word.

    After a while, Zhao Xishan put down his notebook, buried his little head again, and continued writing.

    This time, he saw clearly what she wrote before she could lift the notebook.

    "I miss my mother."

    She wrote these three words one stroke at a time for a long, long time.

    When she looked up at him again, the little girl's eyes were red.  Zhao Yichen looked back into her eyes, her little figure shrinking in his eyes.  She thought he wanted to talk.  But he still didn't speak.

    For a long time, warm tears flowed down her cheeks. Her lips moved slightly, her brows furrowed, and her small hands tightly grasped the pen and notebook, as if she was using all her strength to push out the thing stuck in her throat.

    "DadI'm sorry"

    The hoarse voice broke through the barrier little by little, with every word vibrating.

    Extremely difficult, but extremely hardworking.

    The word "Dad" rang in the eardrums with a slight tremor in the air. Zhao Yichen looked at her motionless, as if he had never noticed her voice, his calm eyes focused and unwavering.

    "Why do you say sorry?"

    He heard his own voice.

    Tears fell, the little girl¡¯s eyes were red, her numb and dull expression gradually melted away, her face was wrinkled as big as a palm, and sobs and cries overflowed from her throat.

    "My mother died because of what I said"

    She spoke so slowly, so lightly.  It wasn't until the last word fell that I sobbed and cried.

    Just like any child, the moment he is hurt, he cries helplessly and sadly.

    Zhao Yichen stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.

    The faint milky scent was masked by the smell of the potion. He couldn't smell it, and he didn't want to smell it.

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