The cool autumn wind blows slowly, and there is a constant flow of busy people.
The late autumn sun is like an orange-red lampshade, emitting soft light.
Wisps of light pass through the gaps between the leaves and shine on people, making them warm.
When Song Qingyou received Ye Taoyao's call, she was driving to the kindergarten.
"Yaoyao."
"Yuyou, I'm in a hurry and have to go back to the capital."
The weak voice made Song Qingyou a little surprised, and then he asked worriedly: "What's wrong?
Didn't you say you would stay here for a few days?"
"Didn't I tell you last time that I accepted a drama and asked me to say goodbye to my youth?
I just received a notice that the filming of this drama will start soon, and I was asked to take makeup photos."
Ye Taoyao stared at the ticket in his hand, and in order to prevent Song Qingyou from worrying, he gave a random reason.
"Okay, then be careful on the road.
You have been in too much limelight recently, so remember to keep a low profile."
Since Ye Taoyao's relationship was exposed, fans have reacted greatly, with blessings and opposition.
Song Qingyou was always worried that some fans would be too emotional and hurt Ye Taoyao.
"Yeah, I understand.
With my current appearance, I'm afraid even my own mother won't be able to recognize me."
Ye Taoyao lowered her head and glanced at herself who was wrapped up tightly, and even she couldn't help feeling a little disgusted.
In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, she changed into a lady's outfit that she never wears today.
Therefore, as long as this face is not revealed, no one will be able to recognize her.
"Then I can rest assured.
Remember to call me when you get to the capital."
"Well, then you should also take care of yourself."
Thinking that she might not see him for a while, Ye Taoyao felt a little reluctant.
"Well, don't worry."
"Then I'll hang up and I'm about to board the plane."
"Um."
Song Qingyou hung up the phone, and when she saw the childishly decorated kindergarten not far away, a softness appeared in her eyes, and she parked the car in the parking lot next to it.
Song Qingyou walked to the entrance of the kindergarten and saw Song Nianchen staring expectantly at the school entrance with her little face raised.
When he saw her, his delicate little face was filled with a bright smile.
"Mommy, Mommy."
Song Qingyou knelt down and carefully looked at Song Nianchen's weird outfit, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
I didn’t hear of any performances yesterday.
He looks like this "What are you" Seeing the confusion in Song Qingyou's eyes, Song Nianchen turned around happily and said with a joyful face: "The teacher said that before the activity starts, there will be a performance of a prince kissing a sleeping beauty."
"So, what you are playing is" Hearing this, Song Nianchen's delicate little face darkened, and he said with some dissatisfaction: "I suspect that there is something wrong with the teacher's vision.
For such a cute and handsome person, he did not let me be a prince, but let me be a tree next to Sleeping Beauty. " When this was mentioned, Song Nianchen became particularly depressed.
I have never understood why the teacher asked him, such a cute and handsome person, to play the role of a motionless and expressionless tree.
With his face, shouldn't he be the best candidate to play the prince?
Hearing Song Nianchen's words, Song Qingyou couldn't help but smile.
Even if Song Nianchen didn't tell her, she wouldn't feel it, but when she did, she actually wanted to laugh.
Now she finally knew why there was always something indescribably weird when she saw Song Nianchen.
It turns out that everything comes from the clothes he is wearing.
Um.
He was wearing brown clothes, with a few leaves hanging bustlingly on it.
The leaves were of different shades of color and lifeless.
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She just wanted to ask, is this prop a little too hasty?
Fortunately, Song Nianchen's face is there to support him, otherwise.
It will definitely be very exciting.
I will spend all my time just for you
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