The third-floor terrace of the orphanage looks a little old, but it is spacious.

Zhang Xiaojian threw the still burning cigarette butt into the mineral water bottle and heard the sound of 'zi'.

Then pretending to be deep, he inexplicably remembered "Infernal Affairs", and remembered that Andy and Wei Tsai were really handsome that year.

The current situation also has a bit of Infernal Affairs, but in the movie, Andy and Wei Tsai both understand what is going on when they confront each other on the rooftop.

But apparently ... He Zhang Xiaojian doesn't understand now, but Liu Mei does.

Of course, Zhang Xiaojian will not ask how Shen Ke's matter has anything to do with Zheng Jiakai, firstly, because the overall situation has been decided, he is really too lazy to take care of these matters, and secondly, there is no need to ask Liu Mei, he will go back and ask Zheng Jiakai to know.

So he decided to avoid talking about this topic, because today's purpose has been achieved, and even exceeded.

In the future, if Zhuo Fei is injured because he likes Liu Mei, it will also be part of his life experience, at least it is enough for Liu Mei not to deliberately play with Zhuo Fei's feelings in order to get close to him.

And looking at the children downstairs who were playing the ancient game of throwing sandbags, Zhang Xiaojian asked curiously: "How long have you donated to the orphanage?"

Liu Mei thought for a while, and also looked at the children who were playing and said, "It's been a long time." ”

Zhang Xiaojian asked, "How long is it?"

"It started with a little money when I had a little money. ”

Zhang Xiaojian nodded and said, "I have a heart." ”

"After all, I walked out of here. ”

When Zhang Xiaojian heard this, he suddenly thought of himself, if it weren't for his second aunt, he would probably grow up in the welfare home, and then thought of his parents who he had never seen on that side.

When he was a child, he always wondered why parents could throw away the children they born, and later he grew up and understood, the reasons were strange, but they all made sense, it could be because of the breakdown of the relationship, it could be because of the bad economic conditions, or because of the pursuit of dreams....

He wanted to ask Liu Mei if he knew why he was thrown into the welfare home, but in the end he didn't speak, because they were really unfamiliar after all, so he only said: "Let's go, the work is not finished yet." ”

Liu Mei said 'um', and followed Zhang Xiaojian out of the open platform, just looking at the back of him hurriedly going downstairs to work, she was curious, Zhang Xiaojian, what kind of person are you?

Zhang Xiaojian is a simple person, but in the eyes of complex people, it will look complicated.

Liu Mei looked at Zhang Xiaojian with the mentality of looking at those top figures in the past... Of course, all sorts of questions arise.

But these are not important, the simple Zhang Xiaojian carried the books bag by pack, and Liu Mei opened the books bag by pack.

Before I knew it, the time had come to two o'clock in the afternoon.

The books bought by Liu Mei are all put into the shelves, and I believe that there will soon be children who are full of curiosity to read them one by one.

In order to thank Zhang Xiaojian and the volunteers, the teachers of the welfare home generously invited them to eat a meal in the canteen.

But there is no doubt that they all ate extremely deliciously—perhaps because they were tired, or because they were tired of eating three or four thousand meals recently.

After eating, Zhang Xiaojian and the three of them were not in a hurry to leave, Zhuo Fei pulled them to play games with the children who had just woken up from a nap.

So I played until it got dark.

Liu Mei was the first to say goodbye to them, and after waving goodbye, Zhang Xiaojian Baiyang and Gao Qingsong looked at Zhuo Fei's demented expression, and said in unison: "Look at your unproductive appearance..."

Zhuo Fei was slightly embarrassed, so he beckoned the children to continue the game.

They also said goodbye to the children when it was completely dark, and after leaving the orphanage, the four old men found a nearby restaurant for a casual meal.

Of course, there was still talk and laughter at the dinner table, and there was no sadness when it came to parting.

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang happily turned on the stereo and listened to the radio all the way to the north in the direction of Jiangcheng.

Gao Qingsong and Zhuo Fei stood at the intersection and were about to separate, but Zhuo Fei just said, "Then I'll go." ”

Gao Qingsong grabbed him and asked, "Is Wan'er out of class today?"

Zhuo Fei's eyes widened, although he didn't speak, but it was an expression of how would you know...

Gao Qingsong frowned: "I know." ”

After speaking, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed Wang Wan'er's phone, and after a few waiting tones, Wang Wan'er answered, and she just said: "Hey." ”

Gao Qingsong said, "Let's go." ”

Wang Wan'er was silent for a moment and said, "Oh." ”

Then Gao Qingsong hung up the phone directly, looked at Zhuo Fei and sighed, probably thinking that he would most likely suffer the same death as Wang Wan'er in the future.

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Wang Wan'er, who put down the phone on the sofa at home, was stunned for a while, and felt a little dizzy after looking at the light emitted by the chandelier on the ceiling.

Then, after staying at home for a day and not going to work, she stood up, washed her face that she hadn't washed for a day, and felt a lot more sober.

After washing her face, she looked at herself in the mirror and showed a professional smile like a flight attendant, with eight teeth that were accurate and looked good.

"But it's useless to look good. Wang Wan'er muttered, and casually coiled up her messy hair.

The reason why she said yesterday that she had a job today is, of course, because she is afraid of having more contact with Zhang Xiaojian now, especially after yesterday's contact, the feeling of not wanting to contact is getting stronger and stronger.

Now that she heard Gao Qingsong say that he was gone, Wang Wan'er felt a sense of relief, and after being relieved, she was a little lost, which was really a complicated feeling...

Shaking her head, she left the bathroom with this mixed feeling and began to put on her running gear.

She wanted to try her hand at night running.

Pushing open the door and taking the elevator downstairs, Wang Wan'er buttoned the hoodie and hat to her head, played a song casually, and she started running.

Walk through the flower beds, run out of the neighborhood, follow the road, and head north under the street lights.

I don't know if it's because the direction of Jiangcheng is also north...

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Ning Yuan at night is indescribably good-looking, and Wang Wan'er who is heading north can't say how good-looking.

I don't know how many songs were played in the Bluetooth headset, and she didn't stop until she heard a song that she seemed to have heard and hadn't heard before, so she slowly put down and slowed down, and stood under the bright street lamp on the side of the road.

Turning on her phone and setting the song to play on a loop, she started again with sweat wetting her hair, the corners of her mouth finally turned up slightly, and the song in her ears repeated again.

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One day I will be by your side, shoulder to shoulder, holding hands.

Feel your tenderness in the bright sunshine.

From now on, I'm willing to wait no matter how long it takes.

One day I will stand in the distance and wave my hand at you.

I just want to get an affirmative look.

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I don't know how long it took for Wang Wan'er, who had never changed her song, jogging to a walk, walking in the city streets of Ningyuan, looking at the lights in front of her, she seemed to have finally figured out the problem that had been bothering her for a long time.

Listening to the new song that kept repeating in her ears, but she couldn't get tired of listening to it, she smiled: "It's really a sad but not sad song." ”

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