Chapter 142: Poor little dumb (1)

He Qing kept his original posture and stared at the man staring blankly.
The man standing opposite was wearing a casual dress. He had a pair of sharp eyes. His facial features were handsome. He seemed to be a person who was not very good with each other. At the moment, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, looking at He Qing.
The two looked at each other in silence for almost ten seconds, and the young man looked down like a dream, waking his head down in panic, as if he had met a natural enemy, he didn't dare to move.
Looking at the young man's reaction as if he were a beast of floods, Cheng Xi frowned more tightly, his eyes turned around the kindergarten teacher's costume he wore on He Qing, and finally looked away coldly.
I don't know why. Before there was no friendship, after seeing the figure of the young man looking down to pick up something, he still called out He Qing's name.
But it just called out the name.
"Cheng Xiao, let's go."
The boy with a similar face to the man nodded and followed with a clever departure.
Their figure gradually walked away, He Qing stared blankly at the man's back, as usual.
[Today, you ignore my love, tomorrow I will make you unable to climb high, is this the routine? 】
System: [...] Dramatic.
He Qing lowered his head, still picking up the garbage on the ground a little bit, and throwing it all into the trash can.
After doing this, the youth was silent and entered the classroom as usual.
At this moment, some children were already here. He looked at the children's clothes one by one, not much, not much, and picked up the things that the naughty child got to the ground. He waited until the school bell rang, and then he stood on the podium. Ready to start class.
The children were taught very well. They all stood up as soon as the class bell rang, and they said hello, "teacher..."
The young man nodded tenderly with a smile, and was about to start the class. The door of the classroom was knocked, and the young female teacher stood outside the door. "Teacher He, there is a new kid in the big class."
He Qing was stunned, and looked over with doubt, but the expression on his face suddenly stunned.
It wasn’t anyone else standing outside the door. It was Cheng Xi and the boy who had just met before.
Leng Jun's man met his gaze and nodded indifferently, saying hello. The youth quickly returned a pale smile. The female teacher is still introducing:
"This is Baby Cheng Xiao. This is his father Cheng Xi and Mr. Cheng. This is Mr. He, who teaches art in our large class. He is also in charge of waiting for parents to pick up and drop off in the afternoon. You can leave a phone call with each other and send text messages if you want."
The man's face was still cold, but he still took out his mobile phone, the magnetic voice was soft, "Phone number."
He waited for two seconds but did not wait for a reaction. He looked up impatiently and only saw the pale and stunned face of the youth.
Upon seeing this, the female teacher quickly and awkwardly rounded the field. "Mr. Cheng, Mr. He can't speak. You can just give the phone number. Usually, everything is contacted by SMS, which is also very convenient."
Can't speak?
Cheng Xi looked at the youth in amazement, but saw him avoiding his gaze evasively. As in those days, he suddenly had a different kind of irritability in his heart. The words he spoke also brought a bit of spurs: "Your kindergarten Looking for someone who can’t speak to be a teacher?"
The youth's face was white.
He lowered his head to cover his trembling lips, and the hands hidden under his sleeves were almost tightly bleeding.
Over the years, he has heard too many similar words, but he never expected that this sentence would come out of Cheng Xi's mouth.
The female teacher on the side also embarrassed her smile. She quickly explained, "Mr. He's painting skills are superb, and the children he teaches are all sensible, and we have assigned Mr. He an assistant teacher, which will not delay the children's class."
Seeing the man’s expression still didn’t relax, she had to say,
If not, if you don’t want to contact me by text message, I can change a big class for you...

"Forget it."
Cheng Xi's standing was condescending, so he could easily see the young man's trembling body. He looked away indifferently and lowered Cheng Xiao's hand.
"Teacher He, Cheng Xiao, please, please."
He Qing slowly raised his eyes and watched the man nod.
Somehow, Cheng Xi always felt that there was some sadness in his warm eyes, and he didn't care about it. The man touched the boy's head expressionlessly, "Have a good class, don't fight."
"Well." The boy resembling a man looks stern.
After leaving a phone call to He Qing, Cheng Xi finally didn't feel relieved and stayed in the kindergarten to see if Cheng Xiao could adapt.
This is his sister's child. Since something happened, Cheng Xiao's account has fallen under the name of Cheng Xi and became his son.
Cheng Xi took over halfway and took stocking measures to this nominal son. As a result, Cheng Xiao became more and more gloomy. Last time he was fighting with his classmates in kindergarten. He had to put down his work and accompany Cheng Xiao for a few days.
It was during these few days that it seemed that Cheng Xiao had become obedient, so he chose a kindergarten to send him in again.
I just didn't expect to see He Qing.
In high school, Cheng Xi and He Qing were at the same table. The deepest memory is that He Qing always kept his head down to write his homework, and occasionally looked over with a timid and terrified look.
Cheng Xi didn't really feel bad about He Qing, just because his friend Shi Yue hated He Qing, and he couldn't help but despise it a bit. Of course, he was too lazy to provoke He Qing.
At the same table for two years, Cheng Xi and He Qing spoke only a handful of times. Of course, looking at He Qing’s fear of him, he probably didn’t want to talk to him.
For Cheng Xi, a bullied person like He Qing who didn't dare to resist was disdainful. He didn't know when to start. He suddenly discovered that the cowardly and cowardly desk had disappeared. For a long time.
After asking Shi Yue, he knew that He Qing transferred to school silently, and no one said.
Shi Yue said that he tried to find it. No one knew where He Qing went, and Cheng Xi also asked, and then he forgot the same table, who always kept his head down.
I did not expect to see He Qing again after many years, he really became dumb.
The man's heart was a little complicated. At this moment, the rest bell sounded, and a group of small beans were brought to the playground by the teacher. Cheng Xi put his thoughts down, and his eyes fell far on Cheng Xiao sitting in the corner with his head down, his brows ruthless. Wrinkled.
Cheng Xiao suffered a lot in the past, and his character is not like a normal child. He always stays in the corner and doesn’t know what to think. If it is an adult, it’s okay. Among the children, Cheng Xiao is not like a group. The performance will always cause various accidents.
The man had never been in contact with children before he became a xiao, and he never knew that it would be so troublesome to raise a child. For example, now he should go back to work, but now he has to stay here because he is not at ease.
The boy hiding in the corner did not attract the attention of other children who were happy to play. Even the teacher ignored this corner because of his small size. Cheng Xi looked at it for a while, and his face was colder.
Cheng Xiao was a child. After sitting on the ground for half a day, his body would catch some cold. He was about to step forward, but he saw the young man who was far away among the children standing up and looking around in doubt.
Cheng Xi can clearly see the worries in the eyes of the youth at this angle. He stopped, watching He Qing finally find Cheng Xiao, and quickly walked to the boy.
But what's the use of him in the past?
What can he do? A teacher who can't speak, how to communicate with children who don't know words.
Looking at the large, small and one sitting side by side, Cheng Xi's eyebrows were almost wrinkled to kill the fly. Now he has begun to doubt that his decision to send Cheng Xiao was right or wrong.
Thinking this, the man got up and walked to the corner.
At the moment, He Qing was sitting beside the boy, holding the picture book and drawing on it. After finishing the painting, he handed it over to him. Cheng Xiao took the picture and put a few strokes on his lips. The young man saw him and touched him gently with a smile The head, and Cheng Xiao, who has always hated the approach of outsiders, obediently did not dodge.
Looking at the gentle appearance of the young man's silent smile, Cheng Xi paused, looking at the boy who was a little more happy in his eyes despite his face.
"What did you draw?"
He Qingzheng was holding the boy’s hand and drawing on the paper. The magnetic voice belonging to the man sounded from behind, frightening him with shaking his hand. There was an extra line in the originally outlined place.
He stiffened and did not dare to raise his head, but Cheng Xiao looked up at the man. "We are painting the sun. Does Dad want to see it?"
He rarely said such a long string of words. After he lowered his head, he saw a line near the sun, which was supposed to be a circle, and he was stunned.
The young man also discovered this, thinking of the man by his side. He nervously clenched the picture book in his hand, before he could take out his mobile phone for typing. A pair of slender hands had already picked up the picture book from his hand.
Under the surprised eyes of the youth, Cheng Xi picked up the pen and drew a few strokes to the boy with a low voice, "Okay."
Cheng Xiao looked at the painting in surprise and looked closer to Cheng Xi. "Thank you Dad."
Cheng Xi touched his little head, his eyes fell on the young man, and re-examined the old classmate, perhaps because he saw him take care of Cheng Xiao, and his tone was much softer than before.
"You paint well."
Obviously praised, the young man shrank back, barely squeezed out a smile, typed a few words on the phone, and passed it on.
[I’m going over there first. You can tell me anything by text message. 】
The man stood on the spot, watching the slightly thin young man re-enter the child, adding a bit of doubt to his eyes.
He Qing, how could he be dumb?
【Ding! Cheng Xi's favor: 35, what is the host, you can, you can do it! 】
The young man stood among the children, with a gentle smile on his face, and at a distance, he glanced at the man.
[The quality of No. 1 is really high, look at this figure, this handsome face, is just tailored for me. 】
[Just don’t know, how about number two. 】
He withdrew his gaze, but Cheng Xi received a call from a friend.
On the other end of the phone, Shi Yue lazily ridiculed, "Dad Cheng Xiao, how are you going on vacation? If you don't come back, the company will be moved by me."
The two of them started a business together and made some achievements over the past few years. Cheng Xiao was not right a few days ago. Cheng Xi had to put down his job to accompany him.
The man said in a deep voice, "I will go back in the afternoon."
"Okay, then I'll take a vacation for myself, go to the bar and have fun! Do Dad Cheng come together? I'll find you a good one."
Behind the desk, the handsome man turned his chin with a sneeze, and said a joke in his hand. There was a faint voice from the man, "Do you remember He Qing? I met him."
"Snapped!"
The pen in the hand was broken, and Shi Yue's hand was cut with a half-stripe to form a shallow blood stain. The man slowly raised his hand and extended his tongue to lick the blood, his eyes were dark, but his lips were slightly aroused with surprise.
"Remember, why don't you remember..."
"Where is he now? I haven't seen it in so many years, and I really want to narrate the old... what..."