Zhuo Yuanhang asked Xiao Yuzi to sit on his legs, hold her soft little hands, and take her to draw.

His voice was calm and calm: "Jiaqi, the child is like this. After being supported by his mother for a long time, he wants his father. Don't care too much, or deliberately find her a father. Don't let yourself down for your child. You are still young and the road ahead is long. Find someone you like and like you too."

Ye Jiaqi didn't say anything.

He continued: "I was like this when I was a child. I only saw my mother. But I couldn't see my father, so I always wondered what my father was like. When I saw young men coming to my house, I came to me intentionally or unintentionally, and always thought that they could be my father. Later, when I got older, it didn't matter. There was an irresponsible father who didn't love his family, which was actually more terrifying than not having a father."

"Well, I know." Ye Jiaqi whispered.

"Yes, you understand better than me, and you have always been smarter." Zhuo Yuanhang looked at the drawing board and held Xiao Yuzi's hand. "I know, you will definitely be very happy in the future."

"So too, you will be happy."

Zhuo Yuanhang did not answer the conversation, lowered his head and looked at the little grapefruit in his arms.

Xiao Yuzi also raised her little face and looked at him with a happy smile.

The child had no patience at first, but Xiao Yuzi was quite interested in painting. However, it might also be that Zhuo Yuanhang's light aura made her feel very comfortable, and she stuck to Zhuo Yuanhang and refused to let go.

He drew one piece after another in the drawing paper, and Zhuo Yuanhang taught Xiao Yuzi to draw a lot of things.

There is a ginkgo tree in the yard. This season, the leaves of ginkgo have fallen, and only bare branches are left to cut the sunlight, and the fragmented light and shadow fall on the ground and their shadows.

Ye Jiaqi stood aside and watched Zhuo Yuanhang teach Xiao Yuzi to paint. This rare quiet time touched her heart.

She really likes such time.

The sun gradually sets.

They were originally people with many common topics, but at this time, there was nothing to say.

She accompanied him on business trips, and he also took her through many streets and alleys, telling her many interesting experiences.

But now, we are silent.

As it got late, Ye Jiaqi said, "Mr. Zhuo, please carry me the little grapefruit. I should take her home."

Zhuo Yuanhang stopped the brush in his hand: "Will you come tomorrow?"

"Everyone is in the same village, come over when you meet it."

"I understand." Zhuo Yuanhang knew in his heart that if Xiao Yuzi hadn't knocked on the door today, she wouldn't have come.

Little grapefruit is reluctant to leave.

Ye Jiaqi carried her into his arms: "Say goodbye to uncle."

"No, no see you again." The little guy shook his head.

Zhuo Yuanhang smiled: "Then come again tomorrow? Huh?"

Little Yuzi bit her finger and said nothing.

Ye Jiaqi finally took Xiao Yuzi back.

The little guy was quite reluctant to part with Zhuo Yuanhang, and his eyes were red and he cried for a while.

Ye Jiaqi didn't know what she cried.

When she got home, she gave Page to Xiao Yuzi, but Xiao Budian burst into tears and stopped crying.

Every night, after dinner, she coaxed Xiao Yuzi to sleep, and she sat at the window and looked at the starry sky.

The starry sky in the village is particularly beautiful. She has liked to see the starry sky since she was a child, and now she is no exception. She likes the purity and nature of the starry sky, especially in summer, which is becoming more beautiful.

The winter nights are also beautiful, and it is very quiet everywhere. Occasionally, you can hear the whistling of the north wind.
Chapter completed!