The Star Light Shines When He Came [MTL]

Chapter 39 If you love me, you will kiss me

The girl ignored Xie Fei, she lowered her head again, pinched the thin bamboo in her hand and continued to write, Xie Fei could only see her long curly eyelashes fanning up and down like two rows of fans.

It's so beautiful, Xie Fei couldn't help but admire in his heart.

"Why are you here alone? The children in the orphanage have gone to distribute gifts, won't you go?"

　　"......"

"Today's gift was great, with cute dolls, colourful pens, delicious snacks, nice little dresses...... It's all what girls like, don't you really go? "

　　"......"

As if she hadn't heard, she repeated the numbers on the ground.

Xie Fei is really not very good at finding topics, he looked at the little girl who kept writing "Seventeen" crookedly on the ground, paused, and asked pretending not to know, "Is Seventeen your name?" "

The little girl's writing hand paused, and after a while, she pursed her lips and shook her head gently.

Xie Fei smiled lightly, folded a small bamboo from the side, and learned her to write her name on the ground: "My name is Xie Fei, what is your name?" "

The little girl watched his every move in a daze, and soon two unfamiliar words appeared on the ground, different from the numbers that she was crawling like an earthworm, they were two neat and beautiful words, her eyes were immediately attracted, and after a while, she raised her head and looked directly at Xie Fei.

There is curiosity, shock, and a bit of self-shame.

Xie Fei looked into her eyes again, really beautiful, like a shining black gem, clear and clean, with the innocence of a little girl, but also with the precociousness and melancholy of a little adult.

"Do you know that practicing writing on the ground with a small bamboo is not very useful, because it is too soft and thin, and it is not good for the development of your fingers, and the posture in which you hold the pen is also wrong, which can easily lead to the deformation of the finger bones." Xie Fei hooked his lips and smiled, flicked the small bamboo lightly, and then said, "If you want to write well, you need to practice with a pen." "

The little girl's beautiful eyes flashed, and then she lowered her eyes in some disappointment, pursed her lips and did not speak, and the small bamboo in her hand was slightly deformed by her slightly tightened little hand.

"I don't have a pen." She lowered her head and her voice was muffled, small, delicate and limp, just like her people.

Xie Fei's heart softened, looking at her small lump on the ground, he could lift her up with one hand, and the age of nearly five looked like a ball less than three years old, he suddenly felt a little distressed.

Taking a deep look at her drooping little head, Xie Fei couldn't help but raise his hand and gently rub the top of her hair, and said with a warm smile: "Let's go, little mushroom." "

The hand above her head was wide and gentle, she couldn't help but freeze, and the next moment she came back to her senses and wanted to dodge, but this thought only flashed, and her eyes moistened slightly.

Reluctant, reluctant to leave this warm feeling, her memory is only when she was very young, she was hugged so gently by the dean's mother a few times, and then there were children in the orphanage who were smaller and more coquettish than her, and no one has been so gentle to her since then.

A crystal teardrop fell to his face, gently dripping to the ground, and a small dark flower bloomed.

Xie Fei was stunned for a moment, the hand rubbing her hair paused, and only after a while did he gently move to her face, wipe away her tears little by little, and sighed: "Why are you crying, do you want to flood the little mushroom?" "