In fact, if you wanted to make people moved or cry, sometimes you didn't need to be too emotional. A heartfelt sentence was enough.
Meng Xiuwen stood at the kitchen door and silently observed the situation inside. There was no wind, but he felt sand blowing into his eyes.
His previous impression of Song Ying was that she was lively and cheerful. He never expected that this angelic little girl would have such a childhood.
At this moment, Little Song Yingying accidentally noticed Meng Xiuwen at the door. Her slightly red eyes showed a brief confusion. Then, she pointed at him and turned her head to say in a childish voice,"Mom, there's someone
…" The mother was stunned when she heard this. She did not care to wipe her tears and quickly looked in the direction her daughter pointed.
It was empty.
There was clearly nothing.
She patted little Song Yingying's head with heartache and said gently,"Hurry up and eat. Don't be late for the rehearsal later.”
"But…" Little Song Ying looked at Meng Xiuwen again and hesitated.
After thinking about it, she decided to listen to her mother. She obediently turned her head and began to eat the noodles.
Meng Xiuwen stood rooted to the ground, completely petrified.
What was going on?
He didn't hide just now and had been standing there, but Song Ying's brother and mother couldn't see him?
Could it be…
Only Little Song Ying could see him?
After realizing that this might be the system's ability, Meng Xiuwen heaved a sigh of relief. In order to verify his guess, he sat down directly opposite Little Song Ying.
As expected, the other two did not respond!
The little lolita stopped in her tracks and looked at Meng Xiuwen with her big eyes. Her face was so tender that water could be squeezed out of it.
She tilted her head and thought for a moment before asking,"Uncle, have we met before? You look so familiar."
Uncle?
Meng Xiuwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this form of address.
Her brother and mother did not seem to hear their daughter's words, nor did they realize that there was a stranger beside them.
Seeing this, Meng Xiuwen finally couldn't help but reach out and rub the little loli Song Ying's bangs.""Call me brother."
Initially, he was still puzzled. He had clearly just met Song Ying in the evening. Why did she seem to not remember him in the dream?
Now, it seemed that it was probably because this scene happened during Song Ying's childhood. In order to ensure that the dream did not collapse, her cognitive ability was adjusted to this age.
The six or seven-year-old Song Ying didn't know Meng Xiuwen, but her subconscious told her that she seemed to have seen this person before somewhere. That was why she knew him just now! Question.
"Brother?" Little Song Ying's big eyes flickered.
Just as she was about to say something, her mother's voice suddenly sounded beside
her. Hurry up and eat. Don't be in a daze. Be careful that your brother won't wait for you to go to school.”
"Ah?" Upon hearing this, Little Song became anxious. She no longer cared about Meng Xiuwen. She picked up the bowl with her small hands and stuffed the noodles into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up, making her look even cuter.
"I'm done!" She finished the bowl and chopsticks in two or three bites and placed them on the table. Then, she ran after her brother who had already walked out of the kitchen.
Before she left, she suddenly remembered something. She put her big bag on her back and turned around to ask with a smile,
"Mom, after you're done with your work at the newspaper office this morning, you'll come to my school to watch my performance, right?" Don't forget to bring your camera when the time comes. I'm going to send the photos to Daddy.”
"Alright, I'll go. Alright…" When she heard her daughter mention her father again, her mother avoided her eyes.
Meng Xiuwen noticed this scene and was silent. He turned to look at the calendar on the living room wall and realized that today was Children's Day.
Suddenly! A white light flashed before his eyes!
The scene changed!
When he opened his eyes again, Meng Xiuwen realized that he had already appeared at the door of the classroom with the door number "Class 2 (1)". Beside him, Little Song Yingying was looking up at him.
"Uncle, why are you here?”
“。。。”Meng Xiuwen couldn't help but laugh. He raised his hand and pinched her little face.
"Didn't I tell you at home to call me brother?"”
Little Song Yingying smiled. Out of her subconscious familiarity with Meng Xiuwen, she did not swat his hand away."Okay, Uncle!"
"Puff!" Meng Xiuwen was completely amused by her cuteness.
At this moment, two or three classmates who were about her age came out of the classroom laughing and fooling around. What surprised Meng Xiuwen was that! They could actually see him!
"Song Ying, your dad is so handsome. Why haven't I seen him pick you up from school before?”
"That's right! Your dad is much more handsome than Liu Ranhao's dad. Look at him showing off in class.”
“？？？”Meng Xiuwen and Little Song Ying were stunned at the same time. They subconsciously looked at each other, dumbfounded.
Dad... Daddy…?
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