Liu Yan looked over with drooping eyelids, silently conveying deterrence.
So many times, she acted so domineeringly when she was too lazy to talk.
But, she never imagined that the children here didn't seem to be afraid of her.
Seeing that she didn't move, a few children didn't change their minds at all. They were so anxious that they stretched out their little hands and crawled up and down on her.
Others simply hugged his arm, shook the handbell, and taught very seriously, "Uncle, it's like this, do you know what rhythm is?"
Liu Yan: "..."
I don't know what rhythm is, I just know enough is enough.
Coming here today was a mistake.
After two hours.
Liu Yan sat on the grass, his eyes were open, and his mind was full of LED billboard-style scrolling information:
who I am? where am I? Why am I coming today?
He had never thought coaxing a child was such a hassle.
