Chapter 559

Shen Zhijin.

He held the little girl in his arms, green and clumsy, with a rare love and patience between his eyebrows and eyes.

The little girl was coaxed by him. She looked up and saw a strange and beautiful face. For a moment, she seemed to be stunned and forgot to cry. She was so red eyed and looked at him with a trace of loss and curiosity.

Her eyelashes still hung with crystal tears, looking pitiful and lovely.

Shen Zhijin was hurt by this look in his heart, coax her action lighter, caress her heart.

He never spoke much, and at this time he was even more at a loss, tossing and turning, leaving only one sentence.

"... darling, don't cry..."

Seeing that it was Shen Zhijin, the crowd around him stopped quickly.

At this time, the little girl's mother finally came and cried out with worry:

"Dream

Hearing her mother's voice, the little girl looked up.

When she saw her mother, her grievance came up again. She opened her arms and cried in her voice

"Mom!"

The woman bent over to hold her.

"Mengmeng, I'm sorry, it's mom. Is it hurt?"

Shen Zhijin made a slight pause, immediately released his hand and stood up.

The little girl threw herself into her mother's arms and hugged her tightly. Originally, she wanted to nod her head. Suddenly, she thought of the uncle who coaxed her and looked back.

Looking at Shen Zhijin, she shook her head and whispered:

"... it doesn't hurt..."

That woman then repeatedly thanks Shen Zhijin:

Thank you very much, Professor Shen

Shen Zhijin's look has been restored to the usual calm and light.

"You're welcome."

He opened his mouth, his eyes fell on the little girl's face, and his throat was dry. After a while, he tightened his voice,

"Why don't you protect your own children?"

I don't know if it's an illusion. Ning Li hears Shen Zhijin's cold and repressed anger from this sentence.

Since she knew Shen Zhijin, Shen Zhijin has always been calm and indifferent.

This is her first time to see Shen Zhijin angry.

The little girl's mother didn't think Shen Zhijin would react like this, but this time she didn't protect her daughter. If Shen Zhijin hadn't come forward in time, she didn't know what would have happened.

She held the little girl tightly, looking guilty and ashamed:

"I was too careless..."

Seeing this, the little girl held her neck and rubbed her face.

"Don't blame mom..."

As she spoke, she pursed her little mouth at Shen Zhijin and called out in a soft voice:

"Uncle! Don't be cruel to my mother

This sound seems to make Shen Zhijin come back at last.

He closed his eyes and suppressed the surging emotion in his heart.

But in a flash, he became the elegant, rigorous and steady Shen Zhijin.

The woman coaxed the little girl and then explained:

"Professor Shen, I've always admired you very much. Today, I brought my dream with me. In fact, I just wanted to attend your lecture once..."

She looks at the girl in her arms,

"Mengmeng, shall we go home?"

The little girl seemed reluctant and murmured:

"... it's not about looking at the stars..."

The woman looked a little embarrassed.

Shen Zhijin said:

"Yanqiu, take them in."

Yan Qiu was stunned for a moment and immediately responded:

"All right."

They take a special passage and don't have to crowd with other people.

It is said that many dangers can be avoided by leading the way in autumn.

He said to the woman:

"Come with us, lady."

The woman was a little embarrassed

"Well, thank you, Professor Shen."

Shen Zhijin only nodded and turned to the side door.

The party immediately followed.

......

Entering the auditorium, the woman thanks Shen Zhijin again.

Shen Zhijin, with a light look and a slight step, went to the backstage of the auditorium.

Yan Qiu is with him.

Ning Li followed Fu Niannian to his seat.

After all, it's Shen Zhijin's own students. They are the best position in the middle of the third row.

The woman had tickets, too, and it happened to be two rows behind them, right behind them.

At this time, there are not too many people entering.

When Ning Li sat down, she heard the soft voice of the little girl coming from behind.

"Mom, that uncle just fell and hurt."

Her mother couldn't help laughing.

"Nonsense, Professor Shen didn't fall down. He was trying to help the dream up."

The little girl is very serious

"But he cried."

Ning Li was stunned.

That woman also seems to have some accidents, immediately point the little girl's nose.

"How can it be? Only Mengmeng cried. Everyone saw it. "

Seeing that she didn't believe it, the little girl raised her voice slightly.

"It's true! I really saw him cry! "

She shook her head and muttered seriously:

"He must be very painful, very painful, will cry ah."

......

More and more people came into the auditorium.

The voices of mother and daughter were gradually drowned out by the noise of human voices.

Ning Li was a little dazed.

Shen Zhijin

There was no hesitation when he went to help the little girl.

For a moment, no one saw his face.

No one knew what he was thinking at that time.

After hesitating for a moment, she turned to look at Fu Niannian and asked softly:

"Elder martial brother, Mr. Shen... Do you have any children?"

Fu Niannian was stunned and then shook his head.

"It's not."

Ning Li thinks of Shen Zhijin's clumsy picture of holding the little girl and nodding her head.

So it is.

If Shen Zhijin had a child for such a long time, the outside world should not have no rumors.

He shouldn't have... Never had a festival like the Mid Autumn Festival.

The crowd entered one after another, and the seats in the auditorium gradually filled up.

There were many people standing in the corridor behind.

Suddenly, there was a stir in the auditorium.

Ning Li looks up and sees that Shen Zhijin is on the stage.

Just like every time he appeared in front of the public, he was elegant and proud.

Some young students could not hide their excited voices.

Her eyes fell on his left knee.

Close, but also can vaguely see a little light dust prints.

That's the trace he left when he knelt down and picked up the little girl.

Suddenly she thought of the little girl's words.

——He must be very painful, very painful, will cry ah.