Watercolor brushes and white paper were distributed, but at Xia Yu and the others' table, the children in the Children's Welfare Home seemed a little restrained. They sat around the table under the arrangement of the teachers, but they all looked at each other with their hands and feet, and they didn't dare to say anything.

In fact, two party members from Shaping Street Police Station were arranged to play with the children at each table. Yang Yan, who was the host, did not occupy another quota because Yang Yan was separated from Xia Yu and sat on the side. Among the children was another policeman named Zeng Keyao.

Xiao Zeng was a new policeman younger than Xia Yu. He only came last year. However, when Xia Yu and Yang Yan cracked the telecommunications fraud case last year, he also followed the team to do a mission.

But after all, she is still very young. She hopes that Zeng Keyao will take charge of the overall situation. Xia Yu might as well stand up by himself!

"Okay, kids, please choose your favorite brushes. You can do any color, let's draw together!" Xia Yu clapped his hands and said to the kids with a smile.

However, what Xia Yu said was not very useful. The children were all looking at her timidly, and no one dared to stand up and be the leader.

But there was still a "rattle" sound on the table - Luoluo didn't know whether she misunderstood her mother's order or she couldn't help but she leaned forward excitedly and pulled her hands on the table.

This posture is not free enough. Her little butt was pushed on her mother's thigh, and her little body was stuck out, and she got out of her mother's arms!

After all, the chairs and tables in children's welfare homes are made according to the children's standards! Not only are the chairs short, but the table is not tall. Luo Luo stood on the ground and the table reached a little above the girl's bulging belly. It was more convenient for her to pull up those watercolor brushes while standing!

The little girl knows how to use these watercolor brushes, so she often plays with them at home!

"Bang!" She skillfully broke open the buckle and opened the plastic packaging of the watercolor brush. Then, she grabbed one of the bottom corners of the plastic packaging with her little hands. When she raised her arm, the watercolor brushes were all poured out.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of the children sitting next to this table.

Even the eight- or nine-year-old girl who tilted her head and smiled was a little excited and screamed twice.

Luoluo couldn't understand the other party's meaning, but she didn't care. After all, she had too many words to understand. But the little girl had her own understanding of the call of this "smiling" elder sister!

She looked down at the rose-red watercolor brush she had just grabbed in her hand, and she hesitated for a moment, as if she was still a little reluctant to let it go. But soon, the little girl made up her mind, raised her head, and stuffed the rose-red watercolor brush into the big sister's hand.

"Well, give it to you..." Luo Luo's soft and glutinous voice was like a song of nature at this moment, and it made people's hearts bright and warm.

"Ah, ah..." As if feeling Luo Luo's kindness, the big sister, who was tilting her head, also excitedly grabbed the watercolor brush and shook her thick arm.

I can’t speak, but in a simple world of children, sometimes actions are more direct than speaking!

Luo Luo's shiny big eyes blinked, as if she understood the "thank you" expressed by the other party. She also opened her mouth, revealing her beautiful teeth as broken jade, and smiled "hehe".

However, Luo Luo gave her favorite watercolor brushes, but she didn't have them yet!

After the little girl laughed, she hurriedly turned around and looked for it on the table. After a while, she found another big red watercolor brush.

Although the color is still a little different, Luo Luo didn't care. She smiled with satisfaction.

"Luoluo is so sensible? He knows to give other children a pen!" Zeng Keyao, who was sitting opposite, said to Xia Yu with emotion.

Xia Yu just looked at her daughter and smiled with relief. Now, Zeng Keyao's words gave her an inspiration.

"Luoluo, Luoluo!" Xia Yu called out the attention of his daughter who was immersed in the joy of painting. She smiled and said, "Luoluo, are you good to send watercolor pens to these brothers and sisters? Every brother, sister, you give them one."

Unexpectedly, Luoluo heard her mother's words and immediately pouted her mouth and became unhappy.

After all, it was the person who knew Luo Luo the most except Yang Yan! Xia Yu looked at Luo Luo holding her big red watercolor brush, and looked at her pouting little mouth. The stimulation that Xia Yu quickly guessed her thoughts.

"That's it!" Xia Yu didn't like Yang Yan like to use the big truth. She simply grabbed a handful of her on the table, grabbed a dozen watercolor brushes into bunches and held them in her hand, and spread the other hand to Luoluo and said, "Luluo, please give your favorite pen to your mother to help you, and you help your mother get these pens to your brothers and sisters. After a while, when you come back, Mom will return your pen to you, okay?"

Although my mother said a lot, these words were not difficult to understand. Luo Luo blinked her big eyes and her pouting little mouth gradually calmed down.

The little girl just mistakenly thought that her mother wanted to give her the watercolor brush she liked! How could the little girl who didn't know how to be humble was willing? She felt wronged.

But now my mother told Luo Luo that she could also save the watercolor brush she liked, and the only thing she gave was the others, which the little girl could accept, and the positive girl was quite happy to help her mother!

Soon, a diligent little figure appeared at Xia Yu and the others' table. She held a few watercolor brushes with difficulty, circled the table and sent it to her brothers and sisters!

This scene fell in the eyes of the dean of the Children's Welfare Institute, Qiu Xuemin, and Yang Yan and Luo Xunan, the host next to him.

"This child is worthy of being the child of your police comrades in the police station. He is so enthusiastic and helpful at such a young age, and his quality is too high!" The dean complimented Qiu Xuemin with emotion.

"The children are all little angels, and their hearts are all pure." Qiu Xuemin smiled.

Although Yang Yan was embarrassed to say something, he looked at his daughter, and his eyes also showed a sense of relief and joy.

During the break of the event later, you must hug this girl! It’s so exciting to your father!

There is still a little episode here in Luoluo.

After all, there are many children who are older children. Although they are a little silent and reserved, each of them still has their own ideas.

Luo Luo was wearing a watercolor brush, and suddenly, a boy couldn't help but call her: "Hey, that, can I change one..."

As he spoke, his voice became very low, so low that he couldn't even hear clearly or understand!

I don't know what the other party wants!
Chapter completed!