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“Woo…”

Februce's eyes were red, and he heard Xiao Cong calling his mother in his ears, saying that he felt so painful. Februce himself grew up so old that he was always raised by people around him. Such a delicate little guy, the most painful times he remembered were only when he was sick and anesthetics when he was decayed.

While coaxing Xiao Cong to stop crying, Philip gently rolled up Xiao Cong's sleeve with his little hands. The wound had been treated by the doctor in the hospital. Through the thick gauze, Philip could not see what the injury on Xiao Cong's arm looked like.

But it was such a big piece of gauze. When Frederick rolled his sleeves to Xiao Cong's elbow, he didn't dare to move anymore, for fear of hurting him. But until his elbow, the white gauze was still walking straight up, probably covering Xiao Cong's arms all day long.

Philip remembered that he accidentally cut his fingers before, and blood was bleeding from his tender little fingers. When his brother saw them, he felt so distressed that he quickly found ointment and bandage patches for him.

The little guy who cut his hands that day always took care of the pain intentionally or unintentionally. He would not use that finger when he grabbed something with his hands. He felt a blunt pain on his fingers.

How big is the Band-Aid? Feather recalled it and was only a little longer than his fingers. But the gauze on Congcong's arm was as big as that, how big should the wound under the gauze be? How painful should it be?

Congcong was just a little younger than Phipp.

How could there be such a bad person in this world? Congcong was obviously very young, and the dean's grandmother said that he did not do anything bad. He liked the new parents who took him away from the welfare home. After he returned home with his new parents, he would not do bad things.

The dean’s grandmother said that Congcong was a good child.

A good child meets a very bad adult.

"Cong Cong will not cry. Cong Cong will be breathless if he cries too hard." Philip slapped Xiao Cong's hands behind him, telling him not to cry too hard.

Well...it's quite normal here.

But when the little guy forced himself to cry and coaxed his younger brother, he accidentally saw the wound below his neck from Xiao Cong's collar that seemed to have just healed, Philip could no longer hold it back. Like Xiao Cong, with the blink of his big eyes, a string of crystal-clear teardrop beads slid down from Philip's eye socket without any hindrance, and then fell on Xiao Cong's arm wrapped in gauze.

"Bad guy! Woo...Big bad guy!" Philip didn't say that Xiao Cong, but the couple who abused Xiao Cong.

Xiao Cong saw Philip crying so sadly, and stood there with red eyes and seemed a little helpless for a moment.

It was clearly him crying just now.

Xiao Cong didn't know why he suddenly cried. Obviously, when he was in the hospital, all the uncles and aunts who came to see him looked at him with a pity and told him to cry if it hurts.

But at that time, Xiao Cong felt that he didn't want to cry at all, and he couldn't tell why. He just felt that the colorful world in his eyes suddenly became dusty. He was very tired, and he didn't want to cry because he didn't have the strength. He was too tired to cry.

After that, the doctor and the dean chatted outside the ward for a long time. When the dean came back to see him, his eyes were red. A few days later, the dean took him back to the welfare home and told every child to help her take good care of him.

The dean’s grandmother was very guilty, he knew it. Especially when he looked at him not crying, the dean’s grandmother felt even more sad.

Xiao Cong also thought that maybe he would cry as everyone's wishes, and the dean's grandmother would not be so sad. He didn't like the way the dean's grandmother and the children were careful about him after returning to the welfare home.

But he couldn't cry.

Xiao Cong, who was still young, couldn't tell what was wrong with him. He couldn't express his feelings as accurately as an adult. He just sometimes touched his heart strangely and felt that there was a place there that was broken.

He seems to be sick?

After returning to the welfare home, except for the first few days when adults always came to see him, Xiao Cong lived a very peaceful life afterwards.

He felt that he was not as serious as the doctor said. Sometimes he didn't want to laugh or cry. He became a little lazy and could sleep in bed for a long time every day. When the children were playing games outside, he was sleeping. The friends living in the room were energetic every day to take care of the flowers and plants, but he still wanted to sleep.

Until today, someone came to the welfare home. The dean's grandmother said that some children came to play with him.

Xiao Cong was a little shy and didn't say anything. In fact, he felt liked it from the first sight of Philip. When he talked to Philip, he was distracted for a while and recalled when he was playing games with the children in the welfare home in the yard.

At that time, the dean's grandmother's legs didn't hurt when it was cold. It took three consecutive days of winter rain, and the whole city of C was gloomy. Until the fourth day, a warm sun rose from the sky, replacing the seemingly continuous rain.

When the sun was on her body that day, it was also warm. The dean said it was a good weather and asked the children in the welfare home to help them take out the squids in the house to dry them.

There are clothes drying racks around the yard of the welfare home. Within a few minutes, quilts of different colors were gradually covered with quilts of different colors.

The quilt surrounds the welfare home, as if it was surrounded by a thick layer of curtains for the people in the welfare home, making many children who always like to drill holes to hide their wardrobes feel inexplicably safe.

After the quilt was exposed, the dean grandmother took the children to play games. The one who played was the eagle catching the chicken, the dean grandmother was the mother of the chicken, the lively and moving Xiao Cong was the eagle, and the remaining children were the chicks protected by the mother of the chicken. The laughter of the children and the old man crossed the thick curtain and floated straight to the distance.

Under the warm winter sun, the people who were playing in the yard were sweating all over. Even the cold feeling of being wrapped around the body on rainy days disappeared without a trace with the sweat.

When Xiao Cong saw Philippe for the first time, when he was talking to Philippe, the first impression Philippe gave him made Xiao Cong connect Philippe with the scene in his memory.

The association was not very logical, but Xiao Cong thought of it naturally.

Children’s likes and dislikes are not considered so much, and they are never direct.

Xiao Cong liked the peace of mind that the warm sunshine that winter brought him, so Xiao Cong also liked Philip.

When he was fed by Philip and the food, Xiao Cong felt like he was overwhelmed with a long grievance.

I knew I was wronged, so I naturally burst into tears.

As the tears were vented, Xiao Cong felt that the blocked part of his heart seemed to have been much more unconscious. When he breathed, he could not find the suffocation feeling that seemed to be breathless.

Feeling the benefit of crying, Xiao Cong's sob that had been relieved suddenly became fierce again.

It turned out that my chest was always blocked and I couldn't breathe because I didn't cry. No wonder the doctor and the dean and grandmother seemed to be very anxious. Because I couldn't cry, I would be sad and my illness would not be completely cured.

But if it were what the dean and the doctor said directly to him before, it would be useless because he really couldn't cry.

Now that I finally cried, I didn't feel that I felt so uncomfortable. Xiao Cong felt that he should seize the opportunity and cried well, trying to cure the breathless disease.

Xiao Cong thought about this, but as soon as he cried for a while, he heard another cry coming from his ear.

He opened his eyes that were so cried that he saw Philip crying too. The boy who came with Philip was wiping his tears.

When Xiao Cong used to see other children in the welfare home crying, he didn't feel much. Because for children who grew up in the welfare home, crying is actually a method and means to concentrate all the adults' lack of energy on themselves.

Sometimes the dean is too busy. After a child of the same age has cried for a long time, Xiao Cong will still feel his ears are noisy.

He never knew that there was another kind of child who started crying. Even if he didn't make a loud noise, he wanted to concentrate all the eyes of people all over the world on him, but it still made people feel distressed and wanted to find a way to coax him and let him stop crying.

After Philip cried, Xiao Cong didn't care about crying and looked at Philip cried.

Fephe was pulled over by the boy who came with him, and gently hugged him. He looked very skillful and stroked Fephe's hair that leaned his head against his shoulder. This was a very pleasing action.

Philip's voice was filled with a very obvious crying voice, and he was talking about something in a silence.

Xiao Cong heard it clearly, and Philip was helping him scold the couple's big bad guy. There were only two words to talk about it over and over again, bad guy, big bad guy.

Compared with some children in welfare homes, Philophy is a child from a completely different world from them.

Philip was coaxed by the boy named Chu Xiaohan for a while, and then walked up to him, and seemed to want to coax him.

I was still a child who had not wiped away the tears on his face and had his nose crying red.

As soon as Felipo opened his mouth, he had not spoken yet, and he had already ejaculated half of his crying voice.

A little devil who cried miserably wanted to comfort the other little devil who stopped crying. No matter how you look at the scene, it seems that it is the opposite.

"I'm fine." Xiao Cong said hurriedly, and even shook his arm wrapped in gauze in a hurry. "Look, it doesn't hurt at all."

Philip didn't believe it. He was not a child who was easy to deceive. He was obviously more credible when Congcong cried and said it was painful.

Xiao Cong looked around and focused his eyes on the small schoolbag that Feifei had just put down, and hurriedly changed the topic: "Philfeifei, you just said that I would draw a little panda for you, and you have a gift for me as an exchange. I just drew it with my left hand, which is more powerful than the one on the box with my right hand, so do you want to give me the gift in advance?"

Xiao Cong cried, felt much more comfortable and said more than he had just said.

"It's a gift." Philip remembered that his original purpose was to give the plant specimens in his schoolbag to Cong Cong.

I remembered that my father seemed to be waiting for him outside the door, and I suddenly felt guilty and cried with a little burp. I ran to the side of the small schoolbag and squatted down, then opened the zipper of the schoolbag and took out the plant specimen inside.

Philip took the specimen in a transparent box and shook at Xiao Cong, "Cong Cong, you must be happy in the future after receiving Philip's gift, okay?"
Chapter completed!