Mr. Gong

"Come on, say hello to everyone."

The kindergarten teacher carefully led the 3-year-old Mr. Gong Baozi, who was wearing black mini overalls, to the podium.

Mr. Nai Baozi Gong nervously tugged at the white bear doll in his arms,

He plucked up the courage to look at the children below, and shouted sweetly: "Big, hello everyone qwq~"

As soon as he finished speaking, his face was flushed, and he was so shy that he buried his face in the little bear doll and the fluffy belly!

The teacher arranged the seats for Mr. Baozigong, and soon began to enter the classroom mode. He only heard some cute reading sounds from the classroom from time to time. It is obvious that the children in these small classes are also used to the new kindergarten. Life.

10:[-] a.m. is the big break time. All the children in the kindergarten, big and small, and the middle class will have a half-hour break.

Kindergartens will also considerately prepare some delicious buns, milk and sliced ​​fruits at the back of the classroom for the children to replenish their energy.

If you want to say where the kindergarten is the most popular, it is only - the amusement park in the center is the most popular among children.

Because there are green lawns here, you can roll on them at will; large sandy beaches, you can build some interesting models; not to mention there are some very interesting and colorful dollhouses here; Little painter's room, etc...

Mr. Nai Baozi Gong hugged the little bear doll in his arms tightly, followed the footsteps of the children in the class with his short legs, and finally arrived at the amusement park.

His round, cute eyes widened in surprise, and he looked around, so excited that he didn't know where to start in the amusement park... because everything looked so interesting.

Suddenly, Mr. Baozi Gong found a very handsome little brother leaning on the railing not far away, his back was very lonely, the other person looked up at the sky, and didn't know what else to think about.

He seems to be crying... Little Baozi Gong sees that little brother raising his hand to wipe his tears from time to time.

The adults in the family have said that children should love each other and help each other.

So Mr. Baozi Gong summoned up his courage, ran to the little brother, stretched out his white and tender chubby hands to grab the corner of the other's clothes, and shouted childishly: "Brother, brother!"

The 6-year-old little officer was taken aback for a moment, probably because he didn't expect someone to call him at this time, and the other party seemed to be a kid in the elementary class.

Mr. Baozi Gong looked up at this handsome little brother, and found that the corner of his mouth was bruised, and there was also a big wound on the left cheek.

The little brother must be in pain... Mr. Baozi Gong looked at those wounds, feeling as sad as if he was the one who was beaten.

Little by little, Mr. Baozi Gong found that he seemed to be unable to see clearly what was in front of him—it turned out that his eyes were filled with tears.

He was so sad that while wiping his tears, he shouted: "Brother, brother, it doesn't hurt, blow~ blow it, it won't, it won't hurt."

Mr. Little Military Officer looked at Mr. Baozi Gong, who was just up to his waist, and saw that the big and big teardrops on his face had already wetted the little bear doll in his arms. It still hasn't stopped.

He hugged the little chubby Mr. Dundun Gong by the waist, his nose was full of very sweet milk fragrance.

Is this kid really made of milk?Mr. Little Officer doubted in his heart.

"Brother, brother!"

"I'll blow it for you~ blow it"

"Call like this! Call it, it won't hurt anymore."

Mr. Baozi Gong leaned close to the corner of the injured mouth of the little brother, and gently helped the other party'hu~hu~' the wound with his mouth.

"Thank you, my brother doesn't hurt." The little officer was slightly stunned. It had been a long time since anyone had 'breathed' his wound gently like this.

Since his father and father both died in the war, he has been living alone since he was 3 years old, and the children around him don't like to play with him.

It is said that because of his handsome face and well-developed height, he is so popular with the little males that the surrounding females unite to isolate him.

The wounds that appear on the face from time to time are also thanks to them. Anyway, I am the one who wins every time, so there is no need to be afraid.

Moreover, he soon graduated from the big class and entered Xingji Primary School. He didn't care about those things, but sometimes he would envy those children who had good partners.

"Brother, brother, don't be sad..."

"No, don't cry anymore, woo woo woo..."

Mr. Baozi Gong looked at the tears silently welling up on his little brother's face, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him wipe them away with his little palm.

But he found that no matter how he helped the younger brother wipe away his tears, the other party just kept smiling and watching him tenderly.

The little officer felt the kindness and warmth from the small palm of Mr. Gong, the chubby man in his arms. It was very warm, just like the comfortable afternoon time spent playing on the lawn with his family.

He hadn't felt such pure emotion for a long time, and it was so warm that he couldn't help but shed tears again... He missed his family, his father and dad who didn't know where he was in the sky.

Have they all turned into little stars, guarding themselves in the sky like the teacher said?

He really, really wants, really wants... Father, they want to throw themselves into their arms and act like a baby, want to go out with them, and tell all the children loudly: This is my most cherished family, and they will always be me Greatest pride.

But, it's all gone... all of them are gone, my father and the others all died in that battle of the Cosmic Alliance, leaving me forever.

Mr. Baozi Gong saw more tears welling up on his little brother's face, but those eyes were still so beautiful, looking at him tenderly, as if he was looking at something through him...

He was so sad that he didn't even want the most beloved bear doll in his arms. He hugged his little brother's neck tightly with both hands, buried his head in his arms, and cried loudly, chanting "big, big" from time to time. Brother, don't cry anymore''Big brother, don't be sad'.

Mr. Little Military Officer was taken aback, smiled and raised his hand to rub Mr. Gong, a very sensible milk bun in his arms: "Good boy..."

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