My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 183 The Three of Us

The next morning, at the kindergarten gate.

Chen Xiaomiao came to drop off the two children today.

She wore a simple beige sweater and jeans, her long hair was casually tied back, and her face was free of makeup, looking fresh and clean, but she stood out among the group of mothers who were dressed up.

"Yangyang, Jasmine, let's go to school."

Zhao Moli remained the same as always, holding Lu Yang's hand tightly from beginning to end, never leaving his side.

Not far away stood Gao Rong and her daughter Zheng Qingtong.

Gao Rong wore a well-tailored Chanel suit, had exquisite makeup, and carried a Hermès bag. She exuded an air of "luxury".

Upon seeing her downstairs neighbor, Gao Rong subconsciously looked her up and down, trying to find a sense of superiority in her appearance.

But when he saw the M5 behind Chen Xiaomiao, he had no choice but to turn his head away in frustration.

Chen Xiaomiao gave Gao Rong a simple, honest smile as a greeting, then squatted down to straighten Lu Yang and Zhao Moli's collars.

"You must listen to your teacher at school, understand? Eat your lunch properly, and don't be picky about food..."

She kept giving instructions, her heart and soul filled with thoughts of her two children.

Gao Rong lowered her head and gave the same instructions to her daughter, but it was all the same old stuff.

For example, phrases like "Kindergarten tuition is so expensive," "It's not easy for Mom to support you," and "Don't embarrass Mom..."

Zheng Qingtong remained silent, her small hand slightly struggling against Gao Rong's large hand.

Her gaze passed over her mother and landed on three figures not far away.

The woman named Chen Xiaomiao was squatting on the ground, gently wiping the drool that had somehow gotten on Zhao Moli's lips. Her movements were natural and intimate.

Lu Yang stood aside, waiting quietly, without the slightest impatience.

The sunlight shone on them, creating an indescribable harmony and warmth.

Zheng Qingtong had never experienced this feeling with her own parents.

"Did you hear that?"

Gao Rong raised her voice at the end, asking a follow-up question.

"understood."

Zheng Qingtong lowered her eyes, her voice low, feeling inexplicably choked up.

……

In the morning, we had a craft class, and the teacher gave each child a box of colored clay.

The classroom immediately erupted in chaos.

The children excitedly rolled, flattened, and shaped the clay into all sorts of strange shapes, turning the classroom into a bustling construction site.

Lu Yang had absolutely no interest in such childish games.

He symbolically picked up a piece of green clay and slowly shaped it, but his main focus was still on Zhao Moli beside him.

Zhao Moli was engrossed in playing. She mixed all the different colors of clay together, kneaded it into a huge, dusty gray ball, and then proudly held it up to Lu Yang: "Yangyang, look, a big ball!"

"Well, it looks good."

Lu Yang praised him insincerely.

In the corner, not a single piece of clay in front of Zheng Qingtong had been moved.

She sat quietly, just like yesterday, observing her peers around her with a scrutinizing gaze.

Without realizing it, her gaze drifted toward Lu Yang and Zhao Moli.

That silly girl always seemed so happy.

She got clay all over her hands and even smeared it on her face. Lu Yang immediately took out a wet wipe and patiently helped her clean it up.

She wanted to drink water, so Lu Yang unscrewed the water glass and handed it to her.

She seemed to have nothing to worry about, because Lu Yang would take care of everything for her.

Zheng Qingtong pinched the hem of her skirt.

She remembered waking up from a nightmare last night, her mouth dry and thirsty.

Dad was on the phone in the study, and Mom was wearing a face mask and looking at her phone in the living room. She called out twice, but no one answered.

In the end, she had to stand on a small stool to reach the water dispenser switch, which was a bit too high for her.

After hesitating for a long time, Zheng Qingtong finally stood up, walked around in a small circle, and sat down at the other end of Zhao Moli's table. Zhao Moli was focused on flattening the large mud ball and didn't notice that someone else was sitting next to her.

Zheng Qingtong didn't say anything, and took out pink and white clay from her box.

Her fingers flew across the paper, and in no time, a delicate, pink and white five-petaled flower took shape in her hands.

She gently placed the little flower on Zhao Moli's dusty "pancake".

"ah!"

Zhao Moli finally noticed Zheng Qingtong beside her.

"The flowers of the paulownia tree...are beautiful!"

She pointed at the flower, her face filled with pure surprise.

Zheng Qingtong glanced away, giving him an expression that said, "I just did it on a whim."

Zhao Moli carefully held Zheng Qingtong's little flower and her own "big pancake" in her hands, turning them over and over to look at them, liking them more and more with each look.

She looked up and gave Zheng Qingtong a bright, silly smile.

Zhao Moli's smile made Zheng Qingtong a little uncomfortable. She turned her head away and muttered under her breath, "The teacher said we had to work together to complete this assignment, but I couldn't find anyone else to do it with, so I came to you..."

Despite saying that, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

Lu Yang didn't say anything, but instead silently shaped the green clay in his hand into branches and leaves, and placed them on Zhao Moli's "pancake" to support the little flower.

This "work of art," created by three people, quickly caught the attention of the teacher with the bun hairstyle.

She walked over and squatted down, looking at the gray clay pancake with a green branch standing on it, and a small pink and white flower at the top of the branch.

The designs aren't particularly exquisite, and some are even a bit crooked, but when put together, they create a wonderful sense of harmony.

Wow, did the three of you make this together?

The teacher with the bun hairstyle used the same tone she used when coaxing children.

When Zhao Moli heard the question, she raised her little face and nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Zheng Qingtong still looked awkward, muttering under her breath, "I only helped with a small thing."

"The collaboration was fantastic!"

The teacher with the bun hairstyle was generous with her praise, taking out three red stickers with little sun smiley faces printed on them from her small pocket and solemnly handing them to the three of them.

"This is a reward for you!"

Little red flower!
Zhao Moli grinned, her smile so wide her eyes disappeared.

She turned her head and grabbed Lu Yang's arm, pointing at the little red flower as if it were a treasure.

"Yangyang, Little Red Flower, let's do it together!"

Zheng Qingtong felt a warm feeling in her heart as she looked at the sticker in Zhao Moli's palm.

This was the first time in her life that she had received a reward for "cooperation," and she felt... both novel and delightful.

Zhao Moli used her still-not-so-skilled nails to peel off the adhesive backing of one of the stickers.

With a "smack," it was forcefully pressed against Lu Yang's left cheek.

Lu Yang: "..."

He touched the sticker on his face expressionlessly, but ultimately said nothing.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Moli pried open a second one and slapped it onto Zheng Qingtong's right cheek.

Zheng Qingtong froze for a moment.

She felt the touch of the sticker on her cheek, as if something was gently imprinted on her heart.

I instinctively reached out to tear it off, but my hand stopped halfway through.

Finally, Zhao Moli crookedly stuck the remaining sticker in the center of her forehead.

After doing all this, she stretched out her two little arms with satisfaction, put her left arm around Lu Yang and her right arm around Zheng Qingtong's shoulder, and tried her best to pull her two friends closer to her.

"whee……"

She let out a satisfied laugh, her little face pressed against Zheng Qingtong, while her other side was pressed tightly against Lu Yang, and she made an indistinct announcement.

"We are...friends...together!"

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the three innocent faces and giving them a warm, golden glow.

(End of this chapter)