The little fat baby's heart sank into his stomach.

The two adults were discussing cleaning, but did not notice something was wrong with the fat man.

"You use my dust collector first, right? I'll give it to you." Wang Ziqiao said as he went back to his room, and soon came with a bucket of cleaning tools. "The rag is new, you can use it first."

Xie Yishu took the bucket and thanked: "Thank you, Teacher Wang."

"No need to thank you. By the way, Teacher Xie, where did you live before? Do you have anything to move here? I have time today and I will move with you after get off work."

"I wasn't in the main star before." Xie Yishu looked at the door, not saying that the backpack at the door contained all his luggage. "It's not convenient to send things over, so I plan to go out to buy some at night."

"That's it, I'll go out with you tonight and take you to familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment. I'll make up for something."

...

Wang Ziqiao was worried about the group of little monkeys at work. Seeing that Xie Yishu had nothing to ask for his help, he made an appointment to go out together after Guanyuan, so he left first.

Xie Yishu looked at the cleaning tools in the bucket, first opened the window to ventilate, and then turned on the dust collector to remove dust.

With a dust collector, the cleaning work is basically gone.

The rest is to wipe all the furniture, turn on the disinfection device, and disinfect every corner.

Xie Yishu wet the rag and prepared to wipe the chair first and let Boza sit.

He lowered his head but saw that the little fat man had rolled up his sleeves and showed his fat little fat arm: "Teacher! Bozi is here to help you!"

"Okay." Xie Yishu didn't hesitate much, "Thank you, Bozai."

He gave the fat baby a rag and asked him to clean the furniture with him.

Although the little fat man was a little clumsy, he worked very hard. He was short and could not wipe the above, so he wiped the chairs and table feet and other places where he could reach.

With his help, the dormitory was cleaned soon.

The rest is to clean the inside of the dust collector and return it to Wang Ziqiao at night.

Xie Yishu asked Bozai to sit on a small chair and wait for him, and went to the bathroom with the dust collector.

When I came out, I saw the little fat man lying on the desk to draw.

This time there were three people on the painting.

Xie Yishu guessed that Bozai was drawing it himself and his parents.

Xie Yishu remembered what Teacher Ge said to him again.

He and his father depend on each other for life.

My father is a mobility repairman and owes money outside and often takes him to change kindergartens.

Xie Yishu couldn't help but imagine that a single father had lived with his son:

The father worked hard all day long and used most of the money he earned to pay off his debts, while the rest was spent on the children. The children were allowed to dress cleanly and go to the kindergarten with a decent look.

The child knows the hard work of his father. At a young age, he is sensible early, helps his father with housework, and strives to reduce the burden on his father. He misses his mother every day...

Bozai noticed Xie Yishu's gaze and subconsciously straightened his waist.

This time, he drew three mothers.

The mother with her back to her, the mother squatting, and the mother beside him.

I drew three at once, and Teacher Xie might have seen it.

Bo Zai took a deep breath nervously and heard Xie Yishu ask him: "Bai, are you painting your family?"

Bozai came home with more than twenty drawings.

Later, he drew more than ten more pictures one after another, but Teacher Xie didn't realize that he was drawing him.

Is Teacher Xie really not his mother?

But it looks so similar!

The little fat man couldn't figure it out and held his painting and tossed and turned on the sofa for a long time.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Bozai sat up from the sofa, held the painting, and rushed into Gu Yanzhi's arms with his short legs: "Dad! Look at Bozai's paintings!"

Gu Yanyi held the drawing in his hand and picked up his son with one hand.

Bozai hugged his neck, wanting his father to help him analyze whether Teacher Xie was his mother. Before the analysis, he couldn't help but keep it a secret: "Dad, guess who Bozai is painting?"

Gu Yanzhi looked at the painting and pondered for a while.

He could only see that his son should be drawing a person.
Chapter completed!