In September, the beginning of the university season. Chen Qi'an stepped on the train to the northwest, and there was no reluctance when parting.

When Chen Qi'an first remembered, he always remembered squatting at the door of the Green Tree Orphanage with his head down and holding a bear in his arms. She didn't know what she was waiting for, but there was a subconscious force that drove her to wait.

Finally, when she was five years old, she waited for a haggard couple.

They led the young her left and right. Before leaving, Chen Qi'an looked back at the place where she had lived for so long, she knew that they were not her biological parents, she was not waiting for them, and she didn't want to go with them.

The other children didn't know what parting was, and they were still playing happily. Only the boy with the watermelon head followed her silently all the way to the gate of the orphanage. The watermelon-headed boy raised his stubborn face and said to Chen Qi'an:

Li Xiaotian, when I grow up, I will go to you.

Qi An was still called Li Xiaotian at that time, she nodded as if she didn't understand, and then got into the car under the urging of her new parents. Chen Qi'an was hugged by his new mother, and his little face was pressed against the glass of the car window to look at his friends. The dean stood and watched her from a distance, quietly wiping away tears.

Chen Qi'an knew that the dean was reluctant to give her, she was only more than two years old when she came, and when the police carried her to the dean, the first thing she said when she looked at the dean was her mother. Although Chen Qi'an can't remember her mother's appearance now, she is sure that her mother must be a gentle and loving woman like the dean.

The car started slowly, and the watermelon-headed boy ran over and took the dean's hand. The dean held him with one hand and waved the other desperately. Chen Qi'an was really afraid that the arm would fall off like an assembly toy, and the arm would leave the body straight and fall to the ground. Thinking of this, Chen Qi'an cried in fright, and the new mother hugged her tightly in her arms.

The other children are still playing, there are children coming here every week, there are children leaving, there is no shortage of children here. They just know that from now on, this girl named Li Xiaotian will have parents, a home, and endless candy. A few children raised their heads and looked at her with envy.

For a long time, that kind of look would appear in Chen Qi'an's dreams and linger.

Later, Qi An was tired of crying and fell asleep in the woman's arms. In a daze, she felt like she was being carried out of the car and held on her shoulder. She smelled a good smell. The smell struck her as familiar and safe.

Because of the smell, she had a sweet dream. In the dream, a woman sat on the merry-go-round with her in her arms, and a man next to her smiled happily and kept shouting her name, Xiaotian, look at Dad, Xiaotian. The man's voice was very sweet, as if it were the most beautiful name in the world.

The flash flashed when the man took pictures, and Qi An couldn't open his eyes happily.

After waking up, Chen Qi'an did not open his eyes. She likes to quietly feel her surroundings before slowly opening her eyes. The environment here is very different from the orphanage, there is the sound of children sleeping, turning over, the sound of the wind blowing leaves, and the sound of teachers covering the children with quilts. It's quiet and creepy.

After slowly opening her eyes, she slowly sat up and found herself in a beautiful children's room, with light blue wallpaper and a large Stitch painted on the bedside. There were a lot of toys in the room. Most of them are cars and assembled models. This made her realize that there was another boy in the family. In other words, she will have an older brother or younger brother. She got up and made the bed she had slept on, only to notice that the pattern on the bed was Monkey King flying with a golden hoop stick.

She cautiously walked out of the room barefoot, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw her new mother walking towards her. She cramped her hands behind her back and looked down at her feet.

Perhaps it was Chen Qi'an's defensive expression and movements that stung the woman, and the woman's hand that wanted to hold Chen Qi'an suddenly retracted. After a long time, the woman said softly, "If you're hungry, come and I'll cook for you." She said "me", not a mother or an aunt.

She held Chen Qi'an's little hand, and Qi An looked up and saw a photo of a little boy hanging on the wall on the right side of the living room, which looked like it should be about the same age as her, but it was just a photo, no color.

"Please put away your feet, is there any garbage to throw away", a shrill soprano pulled Chen Qi'an back from the whirlpool of memories. Chen Qi'an looked at her with a frown to show his displeasure with her. The flight attendant held a large black garbage bag in his hand and repeated that there was no garbage. Chen Qi'an said, no. Then stared directly at the flight attendant, this is a battle for Chen Qi'an, she must not withdraw her gaze first.

In the end, the flight attendant threw in the towel, and she blinked first. The flight attendant muttered something and walked away, and Qi An relaxed his straight shoulders and exhaled a long breath.

The uncle on the other side looked at Qi An with a smile.

Qi An raised his eyebrows and looked back, putting on an expression of "I'm not welcome if you look at me again". Unexpectedly, the uncle smiled even happier, and then said in a thick Northeast accent, "This girl is really funny." ”

Girl, a stranger actually called her that.

Chen's adoptive parents were a typical middle-class family. My adoptive father is a civil servant, very educated, and every day when I come home from work, I read books and raise flowers. My adoptive mother is a primary school teacher, and she doesn't usually talk much at home and doesn't have any hobbies.

From that day when Chen Qi'an opened her eyes, she knew that they would only love her if she was sensible and obedient, and she would not have to go back to the orphanage, she would have a home. She observes every day, and the atmosphere at home is always very solemn. The adoptive mother often stayed in a daze for a long time in front of the photo of the little boy, and the adoptive mother in Qi'an's house stubbornly maintained the same furnishings. Chen Qi'an tacitly agreed not to touch the little boy's things, but there were a lot of plush toys bought for her by her adoptive father next to the bed, as well as the little bear she brought out of the orphanage.

The brown bear can't see its age, just like Chen Qi'an can't read his adoptive mother's eyes.

Soon after she was adopted, her adoptive mother sent her to the kindergarten of her elementary school. She gave her a new name, Chen Qi'an. Before the age of five, her name was Li Xiaotian and she lived in an orphanage, and after the age of five, her name was Chen Qi'an and she lived in a warm little home. How much can a five-year-old understand?

Chen Qi'an didn't like the name, but she still showed a lot of fun. Because she was a little girl, she understood that she was just living for the little boy in the black and white photo, living in the little boy's room. Growing up in an orphanage, she has seen and heard too much.

Qi An Qi An, pray for peace, adoptive mother, you should also be afraid of losing yourself.

When the adoptive mother brought Chen Qi'an to the kindergarten teacher, Qi An was suddenly very scared. She broke away from the teacher's hand, ran to her adoptive mother, and said in a milky voice:

Mom, you're going to pick me up again, right?

Qi An called the woman's mother at the time, but she was afraid of being abandoned, and she just wanted to please. Because the dean taught them, as long as they called them mother, they would not leave them.

The woman's back trembled, she turned her head and squatted down to look at Qi An, touched her hair seriously and said, "An An, my mother teaches in the elementary school next door, you can find me at any time." ”

She's my new mom, she has long hair, she's gentle, and sometimes cold, and it's hard to fathom. Qi An no longer desperately recalls the appearance of his biological parents.

Luckily, she had another home.

When he got off the train, the uncle on the other side was still asleep, Chen Qi'an said to him, I'm not an interesting girl, and then got off the train without looking back.