The teacher took Liang qiange and Bo Xiushen to the rest hall, where many parents of children had arrived. Most of them were mothers, only two dads.
The two dads sat quietly in the corner looking at their mobile phones, while the mothers kept talking about their children's situation.
After the little translation teacher left, Liang qiange looked at Bo Xiushen and asked, "how could Mr. Bo come?"
Instead of taking his seat in the hall, Bo Xiushen went to the window in the distance and stood there and said, "Xiaoyi called me."
Liang qiange guessed that it was the translator who knew she couldn't come and was afraid of being laughed at by her classmates again. She was a little upset, but also a little guilty. Her busy work made her unable to stay with her son all day long like she did when she was abroad. Her son must not be used to it.
Liang qiange sincerely said: "thank you, but the next time there is such a situation, or I would like to come, the teacher does not know your identity, think you are the parents of the primary translator, this misunderstanding, the impact on you is not good."
Bo Xiushen looked at her quietly for a while, but said, "I think it's very good."
Liang qiange deliberately said: "the father of Xiaoyi will not be happy if he knows about it."
Dad? There are so many excuses to refuse.
Bo Xiushen laughed and said nothing. He turned to the two lonely dads and sat down with them in a chair.
Liang qiange pursed her lips and walked to her mother's pile, quietly integrating into them.
Soon, Liang qiange chatted with other mothers. Bo Xiushen and the other two dads had big eyes and small eyes for a long time. Finally, the three chose to keep silent.
Before eleven o'clock, the teacher came to invite everyone out and said that the children were ready.
As soon as Liang qiange and Bo Xiushen went out, they saw Liang Xiaoyi standing in the first row of the crowd.
Liang Xiaoyi seems to be very happy, a pair of big black and white eyes, bright, with light like.
The parents found their own children. Liang qiange and Bo Xiuchen stood beside Liang Xiaoyi.
Liang Xiaoyi asked in a low voice, "Mom, how did you come?"
Liang qiange bent down and straightened out some crooked trousers for his son and said, "don't you want mom to come? Why don't you tell mom? "
"My mother is busy. I don't want to delay my mother's work."
Liang qiange pinched his son's small face: "I'm afraid of delaying my mother. I'm not afraid to delay uncle Bo. Uncle Bo is more busy than my mother."
Liang Xiaoyi was stunned. He looked at Bo Xiushen nervously and said, "sorry, uncle Bo, I don't know..."
Bo Xiushen rubbed Liang Xiaoyi's head, looked at Liang qiange and said, "don't scare him." "Uncle Bo has a holiday today," he said to Liang Xiaoyi
Liang Xiaoyi was relieved.
Liang qiange looked at Bo Xiu and said nothing.
The activity begins. What they are going to do today is to plant a sapling on the hillside behind the kindergarten.
When the teachers handed out the saplings, Bo Xiushen went to collect them. He took three of them and brought them back with one hand and put them next to Liang qiange and Liang Xiaoyi, who were digging the soil with a small shovel.
And then he squatted down and helped them dig together.
Just then, a little girl not far away from them suddenly called out: "Liang Xiaoyi, your parents look good!"
Liang Xiaoyi raised his head and saw that it was Dan Dan. He said with a smile, "your father is also very handsome."