Chapter 1089: 722: Young Master Shan? Should Be the Instructor! (10,000 Words!)

Sometimes, the connections between people are very short-lived. By the end of the month, the transfer procedures at Peony Kindergarten had been completed, and the enrollment preparations for the British Royal Kindergarten were also ready.

The last day of November fell on a Friday.

The kindergarten dismissal time was earlier than usual, and after lunch, parents could come and pick up their children.

Huang Huang stopped coming to school once the transfer procedures were mostly done.

Shuangshuang, however, insisted on staying until the last day.

Because of Ma Xingchang’s work, Ma Siyuan’s time to go home on Friday was uncertain, so as long as no one came to pick him up, he stayed at school to wait, and the institution was aware of Ma Siyuan’s special situation.

Ma Siyuan had known early on about Shuangshuang going to the United Kingdom.

Having rarely made a good friend at kindergarten, suddenly the good friend was going far away, and his small heart was filled with reluctance and sadness.

Su Xiaomeng arrived a bit late to pick up Shuangshuang, and when she appeared, she saw Shuangshuang sitting with Ma Siyuan, painting with watercolors.

The two little friends were head to head, laughing gleefully.

The watercolor brush in Shuangshuang’s hand inadvertently added a couple of strokes to Ma Siyuan’s face, turning this handsome little guy into a little painted cat.

"Shuang’er..."

Su Xiaomeng called out to Shuangshuang.

Shuangshuang turned her head, and wouldn’t you know, this little girl had an even messier face, yet looked extremely happy.

"Mom!"

"Mm, we should go home now!"

"Oh!"

Shuangshuang responded, put down the watercolor brush, got up, and dragged her backpack over to Su Xiaomeng.

Ma Siyuan remained seated at the little wooden table, with scattered watercolor pens and an extremely abstract picture—most likely Shuangshuang’s original creation.

Normally a well-behaved and silent child, Ma Siyuan watched Shuangshuang happily run to Su Xiaomeng, his smile faded, and he stood there blank and dazed, not knowing what to say...

Feeling as if his small heart had been hollowed out.

Ma Siyuan knew that tomorrow, Shuangshuang would be going to the United Kingdom.

These past few days, Shuangshuang kept talking to him about her home in the UK, living in a tall building, where you could look through the glass and see a large, beautiful circle!

She said that her dad told her it’s called a Ferris wheel! People can sit on it, and the big circle spins! It can spin to very high places...

She said there are also two very gentle teachers at home, Claire and Lily.

She talked a lot, very proudly, very delighted, very excited, with a bit of mischievous bravado...

Ma Siyuan always felt a bit uncomfortable, but couldn’t figure out exactly why...

Not understanding.

Just feeling...he couldn’t be happy or excited about her excitement truly.

He...was very sad.

"Little Ma Ma, come on!"

Ma Siyuan looked down at the messy things piled on the little wooden table, feeling a bit irritable.

At that moment, Shuangshuang turned around and called out to him.

Ma Siyuan immediately looked up, watching Shuangshuang blink at him and wave, feeling somewhat confused.

Su Xiaomeng quickly said,

"Come to our house for dinner tonight. I’ll call your dad. Shuangshuang and Huang Huang are leaving tomorrow, so let’s consider it a farewell for them, okay?"

"Sure!"

Without a hint of hesitation, as soon as Su Xiaomeng finished speaking, Ma Siyuan immediately got up, rummaged through his backpack, and hurriedly threw all the watercolor pens inside instead of putting them back in the box, zipped it up forcefully, and ran to stand beside Shuangshuang.

"Auntie, I’m, I’m ready..."

Su Xiaomeng smiled, said goodbye to the principal, and led the two children out.

Shuangshuang proactively held Ma Siyuan’s hand as they walked beside Su Xiaomeng.

Xiao Meng listened to Shuangshuang seriously ask Ma Siyuan,

"Little Ma Ma, do you know how to write letters?"

"Write letters...about what?"

Ma Siyuan blinked, not really understanding.

"It’s like..."

Shuangshuang tried her best to explain to Ma Siyuan...

Su Xiaomeng smiled, recalling how last night before bedtime, Shuangshuang came over and asked her,

"Mom, when I go to London, does that mean I won’t be able to see Little Ma Ma?"

"Yes, you can."

"But it’s so far away..."

"Well, you can write letters, make phone calls, or use the pad for video calls, just like when dad was away, you and dad video called each other."

Shuangshuang frowned and then looked at Su Xiaomeng, politely asking,

"But...I don’t know how...Mom, can you teach me?"