"Good morning Xiaoguang."
Zhou Mingguang couldn't hear him, but he saw his smile and lips moving, so he made a good morning sign.
The kindergarten provides three meals a day, breakfast, lunch and lunch, but no dinner.
The original person didn't care about this. He couldn't come back from work until very late, so he gave him the key to his home.
The school bus will take him to the gate of the community, and then he can go home and make dinner by himself.
As for whether such a young child will have an accident or be in danger, who cares.
Yunfei did not rush to hold him. Now Xiaoguang has understood that his adoptive father is not happy with him.
He can only be careful with his words and actions, so as not to cause trouble to his adoptive father and try not to be abandoned.
Standing in front of the community gate waiting for the school bus, other waiting parents greeted him one after another:
"Good morning, Xiaoguang daddy."
"Good morning, Cocoa mother." Yunfei responded with a smile.
The original person has always done a good job in these superficial skills. He never lets Xiaoguang wait by himself in the morning. Instead, he waits together, and then talks by the way to brush up the impression of a loving father.
It was at this time every day that he could meet people in the community, so of course he would not be stingy with this time.
Soon the school bus came.
One or two of the other children started crying and didn't want to get in the car. They wanted to go home to play or go home to sleep.
Zhou Mingguang didn't. He got on the bus obediently, waved goodbye to him, and then found a seat and sat down.
After the school bus left, Yunfei found his original car in the parking area and drove to the company to work.
But the first time he went to work, he got a resignation letter and submitted it.
The relationship between the boss and the original person was pretty good, so I asked a few more questions.
"You're doing a good job, why are you suddenly resigning?"
Yun Fei smiled and said: "For my son, he is not comfortable in that kindergarten after all. I am going to take him to a school for the deaf and mute, so I have to leave our county."
"Okay, when you come back to live, you are welcome to come back to work."
"thank you boss."
He went out to collect the things at his workstation and left.
As for the remaining salary, it will be put into the salary card.
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After returning home, he was a little entangled. He wanted to go to Guangshi to collect the body for himself, but what should Xiaoguang do? You can't just leave it at home, right?
After thinking about it, I decided to just go together.
In fact, he wouldn't learn much in an ordinary kindergarten anyway.
In other words, you just follow the words on the blackboard and learn to write. When doing homework, you have to look at other children's formats.
As for eating, sleeping, and doing activities, I also follow what others do.
His world is quiet, but fortunately, he still has a pair of observant eyes.
The kindergarten teacher liked that he was worry-free, but at the same time, he would always ignore him accidentally.
So he is always alone.
He doesn't play with toys because they sometimes get taken away, and he doesn't play with others because he can't communicate with other children.
No one likes to play with him because he is boring.
After a normal day in kindergarten, he lined up to get on the school bus and returned to the gate of the community.
Some people unexpectedly saw people they wouldn’t normally see.
After Zhou Mingguang got out of the car, he signed to Yunfei.
'Dad, are you off work? '
Yunfei replied with a yes sign language.
Xiaoguang didn't quite understand what resignation meant, and the two fathers and sons were silent along the way.
When he got home and saw the food on the table, Xiaoguang wondered if there would be another guest coming to visit him tonight?
Because in the past, when my father suddenly became enthusiastic, he always had guests coming to his door.
Kind-hearted uncles and aunts brought him stationery, milk and other things.
She would also use sign language to ask him if he was happy at his father's house.
His answer every time was happiness.
How could you not be happy?
He has school, clothes, toys, his own room, a father, a home, and he can cook his own food when he is hungry.
This is very good, better than living with many children in an orphanage.
He likes a room alone.
I like his desk, his small lamp, his drawing board, drawing paper and brushes.
After entering the house, Yunfei gave him a series of sign language signs based on his memory.
'Go wash your hands and face first, and then watch TV. '
'Dad is making soup and will call you after dinner. '
Xiaoguang nodded obediently and bowed to him before putting down his schoolbag.
In his memory, he would often bow to his original body to express gratitude, gratitude and respect.
Although Yunfei told him to just watch TV, Xiaoguang did not watch it.
Instead, he went to the bathroom to wash up, then went to the balcony to take out the clothes he had thrown into the washing machine in the morning to dry.
After drying the clothes, he started sweeping the floor with a broom and went to the master bedroom to help him tidy up the room.
When Yunfei came out of the kitchen after finishing his work, he was already mopping the floor.
The children have always been responsible for cleaning the house every three days, and the original body is only responsible for taking off the clothes...
Ever since Xiaoguang came to this house, it was as if there was an extra snail girl in the house.
I put it in the washing machine early in the morning and dry it before going to school when I have time. If I don't have time, I come back from school to dry it.
The collected clothes were folded and put into his original wardrobe, and his own were also folded and put back into his own wardrobe.
There are also the original shoes, which he also painted on the weekend.
Every day for dinner, if the original person comes back, he will make it for two people. If he doesn't come back, he will cook his own food and do his homework.
Looking at the clean living room, Yunfei felt a little sour in his heart.
Before there was a system, a child like this who came to repay his kindness could not get it even if he couldn't kneel down when sending him off to the Guanyin Temple. However, some people get it but don't cherish it.
As it turns out, the treasures that some people seek are the things that others have discarded.
Yunfei went over and knelt down, and said in sign language face to face: "It's time to eat. Come on, Dad, you can finish your homework and do your homework." '
'No, I'll be ready soon. Dad, let's eat first. '
"Dad is very tired from working and cooking, but Xiaoguang is not tired."
After finishing the gesture, Xiaoguang smiled at him and continued to hold the mop that was taller than him and mop the floor carefully.
He had already mopped the room and the living room, leaving only the corridor in front of the toilet and the dining room.
Seeing this, Yunfei stopped trying to persuade him and served him some soup to cool down, then took the dinner plate and put a sufficient amount of food on him.
After the father and son finished their silent dinner, Xiaoguang was about to pack the dishes and wash them, but he stopped him.
'You go and do your homework, daddy will do it. '
Xiaoguang didn't insist. Although he felt a little uneasy, he still chose to obey.
So he bowed again and said, 'Thank you dad for the dinner, thank you for your hard work. '
After thanking you, I went back to my room to do my homework.
Yunfei packed up the things in the kitchen, washed them and put them in the disinfection cabinet.
The original house is still okay. He himself is not sloppy. Before he had children, he would occasionally cook.
His mother sometimes comes to stay for a few days to help with cleaning, making soup and so on, so many tools are complete.
After he finished packing, he went back to his room to pack his luggage.
Suddenly I remembered that I forgot to tell my children that they would not go to school tomorrow, so I walked to the next door and knocked on the door.
