The four of them sat at the same table, and Zhimian had to sit another table. After a while, two young girls came over and said softly: "Sister, can we sit at your table?"

"Okay, you guys sit down."

The two sat down opposite Zhimian, picked up the chopsticks, and said excitedly: "Grandma Li is making fried chicken legs again today!"

Grandma Li is the dean's wife.

"I want to ask Grandma Li for a chicken leg later."

"I'll give you my chicken legs. Today, there are so many brothers and sisters, and I'll keep them..."

Zhimian heard this and asked with a smile: "How many chicken legs can you eat at a time?"

“I can eat two.”

"I can eat three!"

So Zhimian distributed the two chicken legs on his plate to them: "Come on, sister won't eat chicken legs, I'll give it to you."

"Wow, thank you sister--"

Zhimian looked at them, bent his lips, and a voice came from beside him: "Can I sit here?"

When I turned around, I found it was Xu Er.

Zhimian hurriedly said: "Teacher, please sit down."

Xu Er sat down, Yu Ningshuang at the next table looked over, her eyes stunned.

Xu Er put a portion of braised pork in front of Zhimian. He had just heard the conversation between her and the children and said, "How can you fill your stomach with just a few vegetarian dishes?"

Zhimian was stunned, "It's okay, teacher, you eat..."

"You eat, I'll get it."

Zhimian thanked him, and finally Xu Er brought another serving. While having dinner, he took the initiative to talk to the two children opposite him, with a gentle smile on his face. Zhimian looked a little surprised. She always thought Xu Er was a very serious person, and her impression of him was a little overturned at this moment.

After the two children left after eating, Zhimian asked Xu Er: "Teacher, do you seem to be a special child?"

Xu Er smiled faintly, "As a parent, I naturally have this kind of heart. I have two daughters, both of whom have grown up and have their own families."

Zhimian remembered, "I have read the "Family of Four" you painted before. Your two daughters are very sensible and cute."

"I didn't like children at first, and I was afraid that children would disturb my creations. When there were really children, they became the driving force for me to create."

"You can see that after you have children, your style has changed a lot from before, with less edges and sharpness, but it also becomes warm and more empathetic."

Xu Er looked at her, "Have you known me?"

"I like your works very much. The series outside of the world is something I often take out and read."

Xu Er was a little surprised, "My series is not very famous, and few people would say they like it. Although I feel satisfied with this series myself, I am quite surprised."

Zhimian talked about his thoughts about the comics, and Xu Er listened from the side, smiling deeper on his face.

He could tell what words were lies that were flattering, and what words were from the heart. Zhimian talked freely, unlike the appearance of welcome, but also had his own real thoughts.

Xu Er was interested and started chatting with her.

Yu Ningshuang next to him looked cold when she saw this, she looked cold, withdrew her gaze, pulled up the corner of her mouth, and joked to the three people at the same table: "It's clear that Teacher Qiu is so popular. Teacher Xu Er likes to chat with her. In the morning, Teacher Xu Er didn't take the initiative to pay attention to us."

The other three people heard this and glanced over, their hearts were different, and they didn't say anything-

After dinner, everyone took a moment of rest, and then took the children from the orphanage to collect folk songs.

On the other end of the mountain, there is a beautiful peach blossom forest. In front of it is a small mountain river with pleasant scenery and clear weather.

The six painters took ten children with each other. They all placed the drawing boards and stools and started painting.

Zhimian taught the children to chat with them. One of them was sitting on the far right and didn't chat with others. Zhimian walked up and cared about him for a few words, but the boy didn't pay much attention to her.

She stood by her side silently for a while, and was about to leave when she suddenly heard the boy's voice:

"Sister, can my parents see the paintings I draw in the sky?"

Zhimian was stunned, half-squatted beside him, touching his head: "Of course."

The little boy lowered his eyes, "My parents like to see me draw. Every time they see my paintings, they are very happy. So I draw a picture every day so that they will be happy every day, right?"

Zhimian's nose felt sore and he nodded: "Yes, and if you are happy, they will definitely be happy."

"Sister..." the boy asked softly: "What if I miss them very much?"

When Zhimian heard this, his heart was suddenly touched and the corners of his lips trembled.

She closed her eyelashes, blinked her hot eyes, and finally smiled:

"Sister sometimes... miss my parents very much. Every night when I miss them, I look up at the sky and find the brightest star. They live there. As long as you speak, they can hear it."

The boy nodded: "Okay, then I'll go find Xingxing next time."

Zhimian touched his head, stood up, walked to the side alone, raised the back of his hand and wiped his tears secretly.

After a while, a confused voice from the staff sounded behind him: "Teacher Zhiqiu, why are you here alone?"

Zhimian turned his head, suppressed his emotions, and shook his head with a smile, "It's okay."

She left back-

In the evening, the field trip ended, and every child walked back to the orphanage with his favorite painting in his hand, bathed in the golden light in the sunset.

Everyone went for dinner, and Zhimian was not too hungry, so they walked alone to an open space behind the orphanage and watched the sun slowly landing behind the mountains in the distance.

When she came here today, she felt a little moved by the scene.

She remembered that more than ten years ago, when her parents were still with her.

Her father was originally an Antarctic scientific expedition team member, and her mother was a tea taster. One was steady and down-to-earth, and the other was gentle and dignified. After meeting him, he fell in love freely, and became a family of equality.

Zhimian was born in such a harmonious and warm family, and was loved by his parents, superior material conditions, good education, lived a happy life, and grew up carefree every day, just like a little princess.

However, when she was nine years old, a huge change occurred in her family, destroying everything beautiful.

She still remembered that April that year, her father said that there was an extremely important scientific expedition that he was going to Antarctica.

My father was busy with work and didn't have much time at home, but my mother always supported his career and never opposed complaining.

Before his father left, she also put a bag of her best peanut sweet cake in his bag, so that he could eat something to fill his stomach when he was hungry.

Zhimian was holding his father and acting coquettishly, saying that he would come back to bring her the small stones from Antarctica.

Who would have thought that this was the last time she hugged her father.

After his father left home, Zhimian and his mother looked forward to him going home every day, but a week later, they waited for the bad news that their father died unexpectedly.

During the scientific examination, due to weather, he was in an accident and never returned home.

My mother lost her love and was heartbroken, and the whole family lost laughter and joy overnight.

At that time, it was the first time that Zhimian felt what the collapse of the world was like.

In the following year, Zhimian watched her mother lose hope and became more and more depressed. She was aging for decades. Zhimian later realized that she was depressed like this.

My mother entrusts some important property to a relative's home who once often helped them, saying that she wants to go to another place to relax and ask her relatives to help take care of Zhimian.

On the same day after her father passed away, she committed suicide by gas at home. She was found by her neighbor and sent to the hospital, but the rescue failed and she died.

In the suicide note written by my mother to Zhimian, there is a sentence like this: "Xiaojiu, I'm sorry, don't hate your mother for leaving you alone."

In fact, Zhimian has never resented her mother's choice. She can understand the deepest love between her parents and understand how much a blow it would be for her mother to lose her husband. If she hadn't really been unable to hold on, how could she choose such a path?

She believed that her parents must be together in another world.

So even if you are lonely in this world.

She also felt less uncomfortable.

Zhimian looked quietly in the distance. A staff member behind him saw her like this. Finally, he took out his cell phone and called a phone number-

After the sun sets, night falls completely.

At 8 o'clock tonight, the children in the orphanage prepared a party performance. The program team first arranged the homestay where everyone stayed tonight, which was in a small town.

At night, the temperature on the mountain dropped sharply below ten degrees. Zhimian and a few painters planned to return to the homestay to put their luggage and add some clothes before the party started.

When the program team assigned the room, they actually assigned her and Yu Ningshuang to one room.

When the two walked into the room, Yu Ningshuang saw that the decoration inside was relatively simple, and frowned, "This place is too broken..."

Zhimian was mentally prepared for a long time, but now he saw that it was a little higher than her psychological expectations. After all, she had lived in a house that was worse than this.

Yu Ningshuang complained a few times, and finally picked a bed beside the window and walked to the bathroom to make up.

Zhimian took out his coat from his suitcase and put it on him. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. She went to open the door and found that it was a female painter living next door.

She followed Yu Ningshuang all day long and didn't talk to Zhimian. At this moment, she saw Zhimian, just said politely, and then went in to find someone:

"Sister Ningshuang, do you have any extra clothes? I didn't bring too much clothes, can I borrow them from you?"

Yu Ningshuang was in a bad mood at the moment and came out of the bathroom, with a cold tone: "No, I want to wear it myself."

The female painter's expression was slightly stiff. She thought Yu Ningshuang treated her as a friend, but she didn't expect the other party to shook her face like this.

She was angry in her heart and didn't say anything. She turned around and was about to leave. Zhimian called her: "I brought an extra sweater, do you want it?"
To be continued...