These words sound like excuses.

The woman lowered her head and smiled.

Actually...is it really an excuse?

She was a little afraid to talk to her children about these sensitive issues.

She was worried that the child would ask about his father again.

She was worried that she would lose control.

so……

Let her be an ostrich.

Let time smooth everything out.

...

The boy watched his mother close the door.

He was stunned for a while.

Soon, a smile appeared on his face.

...

The boy went out too.

...

"Crow."

From a distance, the boy happily called the girl's name.

...

He took the picture book to read with the girl.

Because Yaya was very interested in the picture books he mentioned by chance.

Crow has never seen a picture book.

...

He chose it for a long time yesterday.

He has a lot of picture books.

Because mom likes it.

If they go to the mall, if they see good picture books, their mother will always buy him one.

He likes it too.

Considering that girls should like warmer and brighter colors and cute little animals, he finally picked a picture book that tells the story of the squirrel family.

...

really.

Seeing the girl beside her looking at the picture book with her eyes shining, the boy's face was full of smiles.

...

He told the stories in the painting to the crows one by one.

Just like what my mother once did to him.

By chance, he would also ask Crow some questions.

So that Crows can feel more immersive about the story.

...

"Crow-"

The boy looked sideways with a bright look.

"What's wrong?"

He found that Crow did not read the picture book, but looked ahead.

He looked over in confusion.

All that catches your eye is green.

This park is not big.

There are fewer facilities.

The largest area is a pool.

Almost all the rest of the place was filled with lush and lush green plants.

So the boy was actually quite surprised that he had discovered the maple tree behind him so late.

A little red in the green bushes.

How conspicuous.

...

The boy found no abnormalities.

He looked at the gray-haired girl again.

"Crow, what's wrong?"

...

The crow retracted his sight.

It shook its head.

"nothing."

...

"oh."

The boy nodded.

He didn't care about this small, insignificant episode.

He continued to tell the girl the stories in the picture book with great enthusiasm.

...

A new week has begun.

The boy walked into the classroom with his head down.

He walked straight to his seat and sat down.

Put down your schoolbag.

...

He turned around and opened his schoolbag, focusing on a corner.

He took out his books and stationery.
Chapter completed!