Hearing Song Zhinian’s words, the little boy, who was also afraid of going to school, immediately opened his eyes wide with worry.

    “Baby, protect brother Zhizhi?” The little boy pursed his lips, his brows wrinkled into small waves, and asked himself in confusion.

    He thought of the fat kid who always bullied him.

    The fat kid was strong and would take away his snacks every day, scribble on his textbooks, and threaten other children not to play with him.

    He tried to tell his father about what happened in kindergarten, but his father said that he just had to endure it until graduation.

    The three-year-old boy had to endure it with grievance, and let himself be bullied for a long, long time.

    He is just a very small cub who can’t even protect himself. He… he has no ability to protect brother Zhizhi (╥_╥).

    Wet mist slowly gathered in his eyes, and a light pink appeared on his thin eyelids. The little cub returned Song Zhinian’s small water bottle and said pitifully, “Baby can’t drink brother Zhizhi’s water.”

    “Why?” Song Zhinian tightly grasped the returned small water bottle, and his dark eyes flashed with deep panic and confusion. “Why?”

    The little cub shook his head sadly, and his baby voice was honest and earnest, “Because, baby can’t protect brother Zhizhi.”

    “So, you can’t drink brother Zhizhi’s water.”

    Song Zhinian was stunned, a smile filled his dark eyes, and his tense heart was like an ice lake that had broken ice, and it instantly became sore and soft.

    He stuffed the kettle back into the little cub’s arms and said in a soft voice, “It’s okay.”

    He said, “Then Brother Zhizhi will protect you.”

    The little cub raised his tearful round eyes, and on his soft face like a glutinous rice dumpling, he formed a cute expression like a hungry stray cat who was suddenly fed a mouthful of delicious dried fish. He was a little confused, and a little overwhelmed with joy.

    “…Really?” The little cub tilted his head, and there were still tears on his wet long eyelashes, but his wet eyes were like buds about to bloom, full of expectation and hope.

    “Then, then,” the soft eyes blinked, and the little cub stretched out a white and soft little finger and said, “Then Brother Zhizhi will make a pinky promise with the baby.”

    “And, there’s more,” the round eyes blinked, and the little cub showed a very embarrassed expression, and asked softly, “Brother Zhizhi will also protect Daddy together with the baby.”

    Song Zhinian couldn’t tell what kind of feeling it was.

    It was like a kitten that was soft and warm under the sun and turned over on the tip of my heart.

    The whole world was sparkling with cuteness.

    “Well, okay, protect Uncle Wen and protect you,” Song Zhinian hooked the baby’s soft and thin fingers, and his dark eyes were filled with unconcealed love, “Pin hook, don’t change.”

    The three-year-old baby shook his head, his eyebrows curved, and said in a soft and sweet voice, “Pin hook~”

    “Don’t change for a lifetime,” Song Zhinian’s eyes showed a greedy look, and he persuaded and emphasized, “You have to say, for a lifetime.”

    The three-year-old baby was confused and had no idea how long a lifetime was, but since brother Zhizhi asked him to say it, the fluffy head nodded obediently, “Okay, for a lifetime~”

    Light shone into the closed and silent world, Song Zhinian’s mouth curved, and his always indifferent and

    gloomy face showed a smile like spring snow thawing.

    Outside the door, Song Cheng watched Song Zhinian’s every move and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

    Song Zhinian finally agreed to contact the outside world, and he was so lucky to have a healing little cub to accompany him on the first day of school.

    However, the tuition for this kindergarten was ridiculously expensive, and Wen Tian could not afford it at all.

    That’s why he worked so hard, was so competitive, and ignored his reputation, even taking on rubbish movies that sold meat.

    Just thinking about what Wen Tian was going through, Song Cheng felt very uncomfortable, and couldn’t wait to introduce all the resources in his hands to Wen Tian.

    But he didn’t have any contact information for Wen Tian.

    With a little expectation and nervousness, Song Cheng deleted and reduced, carefully choosing words word by word, and sent a text message to the director of “Zi Ba”: Please give me Teacher Wen’s contact information, thank you. In a flash, the flattered director immediately forwarded Wen Tian’s business card.

    Song Cheng glanced at it:

    Name: Wen Tian; Personality signature: Male, height 178, weight 130, actor/model/stage manager, cheap price, contact number ******.

    He looked like he couldn’t wait to sell himself.

    The profile picture was a retouched photo. He was dressed up beautifully like a mannequin. He smiled in a very formulaic way, and his eyes were cold, like a wooden man being dragged forward by the heavy life.

    Song Cheng clenched his mobile phone tightly, took a few deep breaths, and finally mustered up the courage to call Wen Tian.

    At the same time, in the old neighborhood where Wen Tian rented a house.

    There was no elevator in the old house. Wen Tian held the baby in his arms, and Jiang Han followed behind. The two adults and one child climbed up to the sixth floor step by step.

    The walls in the corridor were mottled and old, the light and shadows were scattered, and the air was quiet and comfortable.

    The footsteps that came one after another were particularly clear.

    Jiang Han’s eyes slowly looked up, from their rhythmic steps, to the thin waist of Wen Tian.

    Jiang Dabai’s short legs were resting on Wen Tian’s lower back, and his palm-sized fat feet swayed comfortably with the adults’ steps.

    Jiang Han’s heart skipped a beat, and a clear thought inexplicably emerged in his mind.

Clear word.

    Home.

    This word is embodied in the quiet corridor in front of him, the sound of footsteps coming and going.

    And Wen Tian holding a child.

    Jiang Han’s throat rolled, and his heart seemed to sink into a warm sea, soaked in the warmth of Wen Tian.

    There were no slippers prepared for guests at home. Wen Tian squatted at the entrance to change the shoes of the little baby, and said casually, “No need to change, just come in like this.”

    “Anyway, you will leave after eating.”

    “…” Jiang Han was silent, and pursed his thin lips, “Oh.”

    As soon as he entered the door, the milk fragrance that was unique to children in the air hit him in the face, which was very pleasant.

    Jiang Han sat down on the sofa, looked around, and found that the corners of the sofa and the coffee table were tied with thick anti-collision soft stickers. There was a large storage basket next to the sofa, and the toys were carefully stored in it.

    Everything was in order, filled with a warm atmosphere of life.

    Wen Tian poured hot water for him and Zizi, washed her face, tied an apron and went into the kitchen. Suddenly, he poked his head out of the kitchen in the lazy and soft light and asked, “Is there anything you want to eat?”

    It was as if a wife was gently asking her husband who had just got off work. His gentleness and softness made Jiang Han dazed and absent-minded, and his heart was beating like a drum.

    A warm and swollen magical feeling sprouted in his heart and grew wildly like a vine.

    “It’s all right,” Jiang Han sat up straight involuntarily, looked into Wen Tian’s eyes with a straight posture, and said seriously, “I’m not picky about food, I’m easy to feed.”

    This was a little ambiguous and unclear, and it was simply inexplicable.

    Wen Tian rolled his eyes and shrunk back to the kitchen.

    Jiang Han bent his long legs, and a trace of confusion flashed across his noble eyebrows. Did he answer badly? Why did Wen Tian dislike him so much?

    On the side, Jiang Dabai, who saw all of Jiang Han’s reactions: ……………

    Jiang Dabai stretched out his little hand and waved in front of Jiang Han’s eyes, and said in a stingy voice, “Hey, Jiang Han.”

    Jiang Dabai shook his head and sighed, feeling very disappointed with his friend, “See if you can achieve anything.”

    Jiang Han: ………

    “Listen to me, you’re going to help Daddy Wen cook.” Jiang Dabai patted his chest and lowered his voice, “Next, it’s up to me to perform.”

    Jiang Han frowned and asked suspiciously, “Can you do it?”

“You? Are you doubting me?” Jiang Dabai’s chubby fingers trembled, and he pointed at Jiang Han and then at himself in disbelief, “I have three girlfriends in the kindergarten, and a bunch of younger brothers, do you?”

    Jiang Han’s brows sank, “Three? Girlfriends?”

    It’s over, the secret is out.

    Jiang Dabai’s face trembled, and he quickly climbed down from the sofa and ran to Wen Tian for help, “Daddy~ Baby wants to help~”