"You ......"

Aunt Li seemed to have something to say, but Lin Nian interjected: "You don't have to say Aunt Li, I understand everything."

Aunt Li sighed, as if she knew that the contradiction between the two of them was a bit deep, and it could not be solved with a single sentence.

So she didn't talk anymore: "Then, Miss Lin, you go to sleep." ”

Lin Nian nodded and said, "You also rest early." ”

She turned and went upstairs to her room.

In fact, she didn't need to care about these things, what does it have to do with her if he doesn't come back, what does it have to do with her where he goes, what if he doesn't answer her calls?

In a few days, she will be gone, and then everything will have nothing to do with her, so why should she worry, worry, worry? Especially the loss and sadness in her heart now is a kind of boredom.

Thinking of this, she climbed into her bed, lay down in the warm bed, and began to sleep.

In fact, habit was a terrible thing, and when she first left the master bedroom to sleep in this room, the first night, she even lost sleep all night.

Not only is she not used to not being around him, but she even recognizes the bed a little.

You have to know how a child who grew up in an orphanage could have such a delicate problem.

It's really strange that she really began to feel dependent on that bed in this short period of time, and she couldn't even sleep without that bed.

Sometimes I miss his warm hugs.

But in any case, all this will pass, and it will soon pass.

Thinking like this, she began to look forward to a new life again.

The next day, after Yan Tingchen left Gu Han's house, he drove directly to the orphanage in the suburbs.

Because it was rush hour, there was a traffic jam along the way, and the distance was relatively long, so it was noon when he arrived at the orphanage.

I just came to the orphanage, and the memories of my childhood life here came with me.

All the memories, whether good or bad, bullied or protected by her, were like a torrent that washed him away.

The director of the orphanage trotted down from upstairs: "Mr. Yan, what's going on, why are you here?"

Yan Tingchen really didn't have a good impression of this dean, he had been in this orphanage for more than a year, the entire orphanage was the law of the jungle, the children were all in gangs, and there was no innocence and kindness that a child should have.

And in such a long time, he hadn't seen the dean.

A handful of teachers also ignored the children.

"Dean, I haven't seen you in a long time. ”

Yan Tingchen smiled at him, then opened the trunk, pointed to some of the food inside, and said, "These are for the children." ”

"Mr. Yan really has a heart. ”

The head of the department smiled.

Yan Tingchen took out a card from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "I hope this money can help these children." ”

Although he has helped children, as long as it is not donated through formal channels, and the money is not recorded, it is equivalent to going directly to the provost.

Of course, Yan Tingchen knew this, and he didn't say much, anyway, he donated money to the orphanage every year, and it was not bad.

As soon as the provost saw the card he handed over, his eyes immediately lit up, and he reached out to take the card and said, "Mr. Yan, you really have something on your mind, I thank you for the children." ”

After Yan Tingchen saw the teacher move the things in the car, he closed the trunk.

The provost invited him to the building and said, "Is Mr. Yan going to see the children?"

"Not yet. ”

Yan Tingchen said, "I'm coming to you today." ”

The principal was actually mentally prepared for Yan Tingchen coming to him this time.

Therefore, when he picked it up, he was not surprised: "Oh?

When the two of them sat in the dean's office, Yan Tingchen began to ask him: "I don't know if the dean can't remember the little girl who had a good relationship with me when I was here." ”

"Oh, I don't know what Mr. Yan is going to say?"

The head of the department played dumb

He was six years younger than me.

"Although he is small and thin, he still has a fierce personality."

Yan Tingchen remembered the girl from his childhood, with a smile in his eyes.

"Oh, that seems to have made some impression on me. ”

The head of the department smiled.

"I wonder if the dean can't remember her name?"

Yan Tingchen frowned.

At first, although he and the girl had been together for a long time, they were so ridiculous that they didn't even ask each other's names.

He kept calling the little girl a little girl, and the little girl called him a little tuanzi.

"It seems that his surname is Lin ......"

The principal recalled a little and looked at Yan Tingchen, "I wonder why Yan always suddenly brought up these old things again?"

"This ......"

Yan Tingchen asked lightly, "Is this the case with Lin Nian?"

"I think ......"

The provost recalled it carefully, and before he could speak, Yan Tingchen lost patience and didn't seem to trust him: "Is that file still there?"

"After so many years, I'm afraid it's too difficult to find this thing now. ”

The head of the department was a little embarrassed: "Is Mr. Yan in urgent use?"

"Where?" Yan Tingchen got up and asked.

So the director took the key, took Yan Tingchen to a room at the end of the corridor, opened the retracted door and went in.

A tide hit, and Yan Tingchen, who was a little clean, suddenly frowned.

The principal smiled and looked back at Mr. Yan: "Mr. Yan, all these years the children's information is looking here, do you want to find it?"

Yan Tingchen didn't say anything, and looked inside, there were rows of bookshelves, and each row of bookshelves was full of paper.

"The shelves inside are the previous ones, and the outside ones are all from the past few years, so Mr. Yan doesn't have to look at them. ”

The head of the department said with a smile.

Yan Tingchen took a closer look, and sure enough, the row of bookshelves inside was the oldest, and the documents on it were all colored, obviously old, and the documents outside were all new.

He nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The provost went to get busy. ”

"It's time for the kids to have dinner, so I won't accompany you yet. ”

With that, the headmaster turned and left.

Yan Tingchen went in by himself and ran directly to the shelves.

Smelling a pungent musty smell, he frowned, his face ugly.

He checked the time and saw that there were quite a few children in the hospital, and there were two shelves.

It looked like the work was still heavy, he sighed, turned around and took off his coat, and began to find a book.

Letters can lie, people can lie, but information from ten years ago never lies.

For now, he is pinning all his hopes on this information.

He always felt that he could give him a satisfactory answer to this material.

Just now, he remembered the little girl many years ago, and her clear eyes suddenly coincided with the current Lin Nian.

It's clearly the same person.

Yan Tingchen finally spent nearly an afternoon finding the information of Lin Nian that year.