At the dinner table, Shangguan Yu and the little guy were talking while eating, mainly Shangguan Yu was saying that the little guy was becoming less and less talkative now, and he seemed to be more and more aware of the incompleteness of this family and the indifference of his father.

The little guy secretly looked at Jun Moyan, who was eating quietly and "unsocially", and his little face was full of loss.

Jun Moyan seemed to sense the little guy's emotions, and couldn't help but look at him, and then reached out and grabbed a piece of meat for the little guy and put it in his bowl.

The little guy immediately looked at him, and then happily ate the slices of meat with a spoon into his mouth, and his gloomy little face slowly cleared up again.

At night, after putting the little guy to sleep, Shangguan Yu came to the study again to find Jun Moyan, and when he came in, he asked, "Did An An tell you about the discrimination he was against in kindergarten?" ”

The little guy doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't want to take the initiative to tell people about something, and there are many naughty children in the kindergarten, and it is likely that it is not just about An'an's eyes.

Jun Mo Yan was stunned and looked at him.

"Okay, you don't need to say it, I don't think An An will tell you, but even if he doesn't say it himself, won't you, the father, notice it?"

"A child's mind is already sensitive, not to mention An An, just because his eye color is different from others, the kindergarten children use this to slander him."

"They can use it to bully An An for such a small thing, and I don't know how much An An's character is bullied in school. I know you feel uncomfortable, but An An is your son, Xiao Ai's son, and the son of the two of you, you ignore An An so much, and don't pay attention to his mental health, are you worthy of Xiao Ai? An An is getting quieter and quieter now, and she doesn't like to talk anymore, haven't you noticed all this? ”

It's been two and a half years, An An picked it up in five months, and now it's three years old, at that time, Jun Moyan said that Wen Xiaoai would return soon, but there is no news so far.

He didn't dare to ask Jun Moyan about Wen Xiaoai now, everyone didn't dare to mention it, he knew that he was bitter in his heart, and he also felt sorry for Jun Moyan, but he couldn't stand Jun Moyan treating An An like this.

"You can't transfer the things in your heart to An An, how old is he? If it goes on like this, An An will have something happen sooner or later. ”

"I don't care what happens to you tomorrow, you have to go to An An's kindergarten and talk to Teacher An An about his situation at school."

Shangguan Yu said a lot, but he heard Jun Mo Yan reply lightly: "I will tell Tsing Yi." ”

Shangguan Yu was annoyed at that time.

"Jun Mo Yan!"

Night

Jun Moyan pushed open the door of the little guy's room, and came to the bed softly in the dark.

He turned on the bedside lamp, looked at the sleeping little one, reached out and tucked the corner of his back, and then sat down on the edge of the bed lightly.

He looked at the little guy for a while, then reached out and touched the little guy's head, and gently scraped the little guy's white and tender little face twice with his fingertips.

The little one moved, but he didn't wake up.

Jun Moyan withdrew his hand and looked at the little guy quietly.

At the beginning, Xiao An'an looked like Wen Xiaoai, with eyes, nose and mouth, but now he looks more and more like him.

Early the next morning, Tsing Yi sent the little one to kindergarten.

The little guy sat quietly in the corner, the class was noisy, the children were chattering, but the little guy was quietly looking out the window in a daze.