Chapter 66 Softness in the Heart

The cooperation with Zeye Koki promoted the restart of Gamer. At the suggestion of a pocket, the production team launched a series of campus theme activities, and the first stop was at the place where Yuko went to school.

Youzi's school is different from the place where ordinary children go to school. This is an aristocratic school, which specializes in learning services for children with physical and mental disabilities. At the end of the game, several children need to interact with the host. Youzi is one of the little guests selected by the program team.

Ze Ye regarded his daughter as his life. He knew that the program team invited Youzi to the camera and come to be an audience for his daughter. Pocket knew what Zeye was worried about and stayed with Youzi all the way. Youzi is lonely and likes to stay alone. She has never opened her mouth at school and has no friends. In the program team, the pocket is her umbrella. When the pocket is there, her eyes show rare relaxation and steadfastness.

Zeye was worried that Youzi didn't have a sense of camera, and she would have a sense of fear in front of the camera. Pocket played with her, made her laugh, and tried to dispel her concerns about being on TV. Youzi's state was well adjusted. She put her on her shoulder and slowly turned around a few times. Youzi finally relaxed her body. But at the beginning of the game, Yuzi suddenly kept shaking. Pocket quickly stopped to encourage her, but Yuzi lowered her head and began to sob.

"Baby, why are you crying? Look, godfather came to see you!" Ze Ye patted Youzi's little head, hugged her tightly in his arms, and kissed off the tears on her face. Youzi's mood had just stabilized. When he saw the people coming next to him, his face began to show fear again.

The person who came was Tony, who was invited by Zeye to support Yuko. He held a bear doll, shook it in front of Youzi, and teased her, "Youzi, I heard that our Youzi is on the program today? It's so beautiful. My godfather sent you a gift. You must win later.

When Youzi, who had not cried, saw Tony, he stepped back step by little. His little body seemed to be embedded in his father's clothes. He kept hiding back and put his hand on his back and dared not pick up Tony's things.

"Youzi, godfather loves you so much, how can you hide from godfather? Come on, say thank you to your godfather. Zeye took Tony's doll and was about to stuff it into Youzi's arms. Youzi cried and trembled all over, and her eyes fell down in a string. Pocket saw that Youzi was afraid to get close to this godfather. When he turned on the machine just now, Tony happened to enter the scene, and Yuko suddenly became afraid because he saw him.

Autistic children always have an innate fear of people, right? Even my godfather, Dad's good friend, is a little afraid. Tony is impressed. I met him at the banquet that time. I have experienced his kind personality and courage, and I know that he is also very concerned about Yuko's affairs. She greeted Tony, gently pulled Yuko over from Zeye, and took her to the lawn next to play.

Yuko has been tightly wrapped around the pocket, and her hands are not relaxed at all. She bowed her body, her arms trembled, her face was close to her pocket chest, and her expression was low. Pocket looked down at her. The child was pink and exquisite and pitiful. When I think of this disease, I can't help but feel sad.

Yuko lay in her arms and finally slowly calmed down. Pocket tells her stories, Western fairy tales and fables as usual. She doesn't know if these Youzi's mothers have told her. She only realized that when she told these things, Youzi would blink and look at her from time to time to let her know that she was sensitive.

"Pocket..." Yuzi called her in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Yuko?"

"You have told me so many stories, do you have a story?"

"Youzi, everyone has their own story, and of course there is also a pocket. And the pocket has the same story as Yuko.

Yuzi looked at her with copper bell-like eyes and frowned slightly.

The child's eyes just now touched countless nerves in her heart. She has never had that kind of fear and panic. It's just, what should I say? In the seven years of suffering, she lost all her friends, took the initiative to cut off contact, and was passively ignored by them. In those days, she almost panicked when she saw the camera. When she saw the audience, she wanted to hide. When she saw the news, she sweated coldly and even dreamed that she was drowned in saliva.

She doesn't want the child to confine herself in his emotions like herself. However, Yuko is different from ordinary people. She needs more care and enlightenment to enlighten her.

Yuko slowly closed her eyes in the pocket soft words and fell asleep. Afraid of her catching a cold, she took off her coat and wrapped it around her small body. When Youzi fell asleep, his eyebrows were still locked, and his teeth bit his lower lip, which seemed to be very uneasy. As long as there is a movement in the pocket, she will sob. Pocket gently stroked the tight place between her eyebrows with her fingers, leaving a kiss on her white forehead.

Pocket's feelings about this child are different from her nameless. There seems to be a lot of things in this child that she needs to teach, change. When she feels her own care, she will smile at her, and a sense of satisfaction surges in her heart. She taught her to play games and make friends. This feeling is like being a mother and giving her everything she can give her children.

But nameless, he doesn't seem to need her care. I don't know if she hasn't been with her since she was a child, so the child grows up faster than others, and he is still smarter than his peers. If she doesn't see him anymore, and if Yao Bo is still there and has been helping her take care of the child, she may not think about anything, as if she had never gave birth to him. But now, she actually has feelings for him. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel sad. If the child knows his identity one day, will he hate her?

In a trance, a warmth surrounded him, and he turned his head and saw a black leather coat on his shoulder. The person who came was Tony. As soon as Pocket Jane was about to open her mouth, Tony raised his finger and motioned her to keep quiet and not disturb Youzi. Pocket took off the leather coat, handed it back to him, and nodded to thank him.

This is the third time I have seen him. As at first sight, this is an elegant and indifferent man who sits quietly next to him, but can feel an unusual breath on his body. He wears sunglasses and a beard rests on his lips. His lips are always in a slightly hooked state, as if he were feeling everything around him. He lowered his eyes and saw his pair of big hands showing thin bones. This was not a pair of carefully maintained hands. His skin was rough. Because of dryness, wrinkles had appeared on the back of his hand.

Sitting in the rattan chair next to her, Tony took out his mobile phone, edited something on the screen, and handed it to her. The bright white cuffs on his wrists were lined with clean cuffs, which looked generous.

"Is it convenient to leave a phone number?"

He looked at him hesitantly, and Tony lowered his head and said, "I can be your father at my age. I don't want to ask you out."

Pocket smiled and typed a few words on his mobile phone: "You can find my agent for work."

"You mean, I can ask her?"

"As long as she agrees."

Tony sent another line: "Youzi doesn't want to get close to anyone. I'm glad she can make friends with you."

Pocket raised his face and seemed to have pity in his deep eyes.

Tony pondered for a while, and after a long time, he handed over his mobile phone: "A long time ago, I lost a child. I missed all his childhood. Seeing Youzi, I want to love her more and pay off the debt.

Pocket is not surprised. Although Tony seems to be elegant and quiet, the richness and introversion he shows can let people see his past. He must have an unusual experience to have such precipitation. Since her contact with Tony, she has also learned that he has been engaged in charity for a long time, sponsoring and participating in many parent-child and child charity activities. Although it is not famous, it is also known. Such an indifferent attitude is a little admirable.

Tony has always been an unpredictable person. For example, he only flaunts English names, and Chinese names are rarely mentioned in front of people. At this time, the pocket can't guess that in the near future, the gentle man in front of her will bring great changes to her life and what kind of experience she will fall into. Listening to him talking about the loss of his son, he saw a little thought in the man's heart from a tube hole, and there was a trace of sympathy in his heart. Why didn't she repay her love for her lost daughter through Youzi?

"You don't look like Yuko's sister, but more like a mother."

Pocket shook his head gently and typed on the screen: "Youzi, call me pocket."

"You are different from other girls."

Is this to praise her or hurt her? Pocket smiled, and Tony also raised the corners of his mouth slightly. The two of them bathed in the sun and were quiet for a long time. Seeing that Youzi was already asleep, Pocket asked softly, "Have you found your child?"

Tony lowered his eyes and pressed the brim of his hat. He didn't leave a word. He got up and left. The capable and straight figure looks great in the sunlight, and people can't guess what is hidden in the body.

It's just that when I recall his face, why does it look a little familiar?

Leaving with his back to the pocket, a strange smile appeared on Tony's face. This stupid girl really didn't recognize him. The memory goes back to a few months ago. In a residential corridor, he saw a thin girl with short hair and said to him in a threatening tone, "Summer is my artist. It's very well followed! Do you want an autograph or a group photo? There is nothing else to say!"

At that time, he just sent a letter to her home mailbox. That was the only time he personally delivered an anonymous letter, and he didn't want to bump into her in person.

The stupid girl thought he was following Gao Xia, but in fact, she was waiting for her.

**

After recording the program and returning to the program team, Yuheng was already waiting outside.

"Yuheng, why are you here?"

"Became me to see him."

His eyes were full of strange resentment, and his tone revealed indifference. For such a calm person as Yuheng, only Hua Tianxiu is here.

"What do you want to do?" He asked hesitantly.

"The little one knows that he wants to avenge his pocket. How can I not know?"

It seems that the kid said he would find a way to help her, just to find a backup team! For a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or gossip about him.

"How old is he? How can you take his words seriously? Yuheng, stop it. I have nothing to do with him.

"I believe you, I might as well believe in you."

As soon as he wanted to say something, he was dragged into the elevator by Yuheng and pressed the button on the top floor.