Airport

There were crowds of people. Countless flash lights gathered at the airport exit. The reporters' long guns and short cannons rushed to grab the best shooting points. The hosts of several well-known TV stations held up microphones and were run by the crowd and almost couldn't stand firm:

"Our city, a genius violinist in our city and a seven-year-old child, Mu Suye, took a special plane to our city at 12 o'clock today after attending the first extraordinary performance in Vienna."

"What is broadcasting on the spot is that the seven-year-old chief violinist Musuye is about to leave the exit gate, and he will face the citizens who warmly welcome him back."

"Here, come, he's here-"

The boy exposed to the flashlight had an elegant lace white shirt on his upper body, blue jeans on his lower body, sunglasses on his handsome little nose bridge, and black ink's curly hair was like an oil painting, exuding a fatal attraction all over his body.

The camera clamps and rubs the camera clamps and focuses wildly. Facing the camera, the little boy's face remains unchanged, his pink lips are a polite and gentlemanly smile.

Several black-clad bodyguards flocked out from left and right, forming a tight and airtight defense line around the boy. I saw excited fans rushing over the railing.

The scene was in chaos.

Under the escort of the bodyguard, the boy suddenly turned his head and looked at a certain camera. It seemed that he had seen something through the camera. A flash of small sunglasses suddenly appeared.

"Nannuan, what are you looking at?"

The woman in the kitchen wore a simple white apron on her waist, and her long black hair naturally drooped to her waist, revealing a bit of the charming charm of a young woman. She turned around and walked out of the kitchen with her freshly baked national vegetable scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

A three-and-a-half-year-old girl like a rag doll sat upright on the white sofa in the living room. Her curly long hair tied a pink pig's wreath on her head, and her big, watery eyes were still looking at the TV like black grapes.

"Nannuan, are you fascinated by TV?" Seeing that the three-year-old daughter was about to put her eyes on the TV screen, Chu Qingman bent her lips helplessly, put the plate on the dining table and then went to see what her daughter was fascinated by.

"Peppa Pig? Cats catch mice?" Chu Qingman touched the soft hair on his daughter's little head with his hands, stroked it gently, and asked softly.

"Mom, it's not a cat catching a mouse, it's a cat and a mouse." The three-year-old Nuannuan Ruanmian replied to her mother like a little sheep's voice.

"My mother is old, and she forgets whether it is a cat and a mouse or a cat catching a mouse, or Nuannuan is the smartest." Chu Qingman squatted beside her daughter, smiling and trying to watch the cartoon with her daughter. She looked back at the scene on the TV and was startled.

Where is the cartoon of my daughter watching? Is it a little boy?!

"Nuannuan." Chu Qingman, who was frightened, quickly waved his hand in front of his daughter, "Come on, look at mom. Are you so young, and you are all like others chasing stars?"

My mother blocked her gaze, and her warm and watery eyes looked at her mother's nervous face, and Butterfly's small eyelashes rolled upwards: "Mom, it's not the star, it's the brother."

"What brother?" Chu Qingman muttered, and pulled up his daughter's little hand, "Come on, mom, take you to wash your hands, it's time to have supper. You can watch cartoons, but you can't see brother."

After being pulled down from the sofa by her mother's hand, Nuannuan had to turn around in one step and watch the cool little brother in the TV with sunglasses disappear into the crowd. The aunt on the TV said that the little brother was going to take the bus home, and she turned her head back.

Scoop a bowl of rice for my daughter.

Nuannuan picked up the small spoon and squeezed the rice in the small bowl bit by bit.

"Eat some vegetables, children should eat more vegetables. Mom fry you the most tomatoes." Chu Qingman gently put his daughter's hair on her hands.

Nuannuan nodded her head while listening to her mother's words, opened her mouth and swallowed the tomatoes she had fried into her belly.

Chu Qingman smiled on his face.

The phone rang.

Chu Qingman walked to the kitchen to get the cell phone that he had just forgotten on the stove.

"Manman, are you really moving?"

Opposite the phone was her high school classmate Liu Jiali of that year.

Chu Qingman said: "Yes, I found a new job here."

"I have long said that you should develop in big cities. You had such good grades at the time, a top student who graduated from Mandarin University, and our class had the best scores in the college entrance examination that year. Why did you go to the county town later? It was because you wanted to be with your husband at the time? Alas, you don't want anything for love."

Chu Qingman smiled calmly: "You said I would rather say you. For your husband and your son, you have moved several times."

"That's right, he is incompetent. He was transferred by the company several times and didn't dare to say nonsense. He could only make us miserable. Since you have moved here, come and meet. How old is your daughter now? What's the name?"

"Nannuan, I'm over three years old, and I'm about to find her a good kindergarten."

"It turns out that you moved to the city because your daughter went to school, right? Kindergarten, the one my son went to was good at the beginning, I will introduce it to you. - Oh, what are you doing? I heard that there is a little sister who is coming to be happy, right? - Chu Man, my son, Daming Liang Anshun, is in the second grade of elementary school this year, and I said I want to see your daughter."

"Does he know my daughter?"

"Didn't you send me a photo of your daughter? He said at a glance, the little sister is so beautiful, like a doll, hahaha, you said that children nowadays want to pick up girls so young-"

Chu Qingman thought of the little boy who was obsessed with his daughter just now, and she wiped her forehead with a sweat: They are both different, and now the children can't explain clearly.

"I'll go to your house, or do you come to my house?"

"I'll go to your house. I'll rent a house for the time being."

"Okay, you will bring your daughter here tomorrow. My son said, buy cakes for your daughter. Hahaha."

Chu Qingman put down his cell phone and saw how his daughter was eating. He walked out of the kitchen and his daughter's small bowl on the dining table was empty.

"Nuannuan?"

Looking at the living room, the three-year-old Nuannuan sat back in front of the TV, holding the remote control in her little hand, as if looking for the previous TV screen.

Do you want to have a brother? Chu Qingman cried and couldn't help but complain: What little child star is this that can make her daughter so crazy.

The next day, he took his daughter to a classmate's house. In the car, his daughter looked at the news on her phone. Chu Qingman realized that the genius student Mu Suye was the genius student.

Mu Suye’s news has been very popular these days and has headlines. The aunts and uncles in the car are talking about it.

"Whose family raises this child, it's so amazing."

"My grandson is as old as him and he is playing with mud. He is going abroad to perform with musicians."

"It's our honor to be so small."

"One heaven and one earth."

Passers-by in the car sighed that their children have been different from their own since childhood, and their names have been nice, Su Ye.

In the news photo, a genius seven-year-old schoolchild wearing sunglasses kept making people unable to see their faces clearly. Chu Qingman asked her daughter curiously: "Is brother handsome?"

Nuannuan showed a sweet smile to her mother: Brother is handsome!

Chu Qingman was stunned: This brother who is so enchanted by his daughter is not a little bit, what's going on?

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Chapter completed!