Qinghe Children's Welfare Institute is the longest-standing children's welfare institution in Qinghe City. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info its predecessor, was a charitable place for churches abroad, and after liberation, it was taken over by the government and became a public welfare institution.

Twenty years ago, it was located in the center of Qinghe City, and with the redevelopment of the city, the price of the downtown area of Qinghe City skyrocketed, so the city government moved the Qinghe City Welfare Institute out of the city and built a larger area on the outskirts of the city.

After decades of ups and downs, I don't know how many homeless children have grown up in this welfare home.

"Aibing, let's go water the strawberries. "A little girl with thin, yellow hair, who looked to be only about seven or eight years old, carried a small bucket in her hand, and greeted her fellow squatting on the ground with a smile on her face.

"When will the strawberries ripen?" The little boy squatting on the ground looked thin and small, his face was pale, because of congenital diseases, Zhao Aibing, who was abandoned by his parents at the door of the welfare home, followed the little girl's footsteps with his eyes, "Sister Xiaozhen, I have never eaten strawberries, what does strawberries taste like?"

The price of strawberries has always been not low, and the welfare homes with tight funds usually buy relatively low-cost fruits such as oranges, pears, and bananas.

"Well, I haven't eaten either. However, Aunt Zhou in the kitchen said that she could pick strawberries this weekend. Zhao Aizhen's little face was a little red, she carried a small bucket containing eighty percent of water in one hand, and held Zhao Aibing's hand in the other, and walked towards the strawberry vine they were responsible for.

They slowly walked through the corridor on the second floor, and the little girl named Zhao Aizhen suddenly frowned, stomped her foot hard, put down the bucket, and chased after her while shouting.

"Liu Baoqin!!What are you doing!!Don't touch the melons of small farmers!"

A swarthy little boy with a somewhat oily eye poked his head out of the hallway. He naughtily stuck out his tongue at Zhao Aizhen, ran away, and his high-pitched cry resounded on the second floor: "I didn't move the melons, it was Mama Zhou from the kitchen who asked me to come up and pick chives! ”

Zhao Aizhen crossed his hands on his hips, spewed angrily, pouted, walked to Zhao Aibing's side, and complained unhappily: "Liu Baoqin is so annoying, except for the dean's grandmother, Sister Pan and Mama Zhou in the kitchen, everyone else doesn't care." ”

"Sister Xiaozhen, don't be angry," Zhao Aibing knew since he was a child, for the sake of his body, he couldn't be too emotional, he sensibly comforted Zhao Aizhen, who was three years older than him, "Brother Baoqin is also very pitiful, he was abducted from his home by traffickers since he was a child, and he was only rescued by the police uncle last year." ”

"Hmph, I won't sympathize with him!" the two children, like the closest siblings, muttered to the strawberry vine they were in charge of.

Two strawberry vines near the staircase on the second floor are planted in two large plastic foam boxes. Three raw leaves, emerald green, between the leaves, small white flowers bloom, and there are already strawberry fruits. The fruit is white and reddish on the outside, and has not yet reached the attractive color of bright red when it is ripe.

Zhao Aizhen poured water into a plastic foam box, while Zhao Aibing, who was not in good health, sucked his fingers and counted the strawberry fruits on the climbing vine very seriously.

"One, two...... Fifteen, sixteen...... Twenty-nine ......" Zhao Aibing's index finger has been counting from the corner to the ceiling, but unfortunately he is not very good at math, "Thirty-seven, thirty-nine......"

"Wrong, wrong, thirty-seven is followed by thirty-eight. Zhao Aizhen brought another bucket of water and poured it into another strawberry vine.

"Sister Pan," Zhao Aibing didn't pay attention to Zhao Aizhen's correction, his eyes lit up, and he happily beckoned to the person walking down the stairs, "Sister Pan, Sister Pan, we are watering strawberries." ”

"Love soldiers are so good. "The woman in the flat shoes, about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, was very tall, with a three-dimensional face, no powder, short hair, and bright and gentle eyes. She held a stack of document bags with one hand, stretched out a hand and patted Zhao Aibing's little head, looked at the smiling Zhao Aizhen and said, "Are you watering strawberries?"

"Sister Pan, Sister Pan, there are so many strawberries!" Zhao Aizhen ran in front of Pan Ruoming and said coquettishly in a way unique to a little girl.

"Yes, this is the breed that Brother Liu Han brought back, and a kind uncle gave it to us in the courtyard. Pan Ruoming said with a smile.

"Can we eat this week?" the two children asked, looking up expectantly.

"Yes, we have a big dinner on the weekend. ”

"yes, that's great!"

Pan Ruoming walked into her office, put down the papers, a gentle smile disappeared from her face, she rubbed her temples tiredly, her eyebrows were tightly locked, and she was full of trouble.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Please come in. Pan Ruoming continued to hide his bad mood and smiled and let people outside the door in.

"Sister Pan. "Entering the door is Aunt Liu, who is in charge of childcare, and she has a unique milky smell on her body. The children in the orphanage vary in age, and some of them are abandoned by their parents within a few days of birth, so the workload of the nursery team is the most tiring of all the staff in the orphanage. ”

"What's the matter?"

"The milk powder for the babies won't last a few days. Aunt Liu said worriedly.

"It's only been a long time since I bought it. Pan Ruoming frowned slightly, she has been running outside this week, hoping to get more corporate sponsorship, and she is a little ignorant of the situation in the hospital. The old dean has not fully retired, and at present, Pan Ruoming is only responsible for some of the heaviest work in the hospital, and the old dean is taking care of other small things.

"This week, the police station sent three baby girls, and Sparrow found two baby girls at the door for two days in a row. There are a few more babies at once, and the milk powder is not enough to eat. Aunt Liu rubbed her hands anxiously, hoping that she would quickly come up with an idea.

"Okay, I'll let Xiao Ming buy it in the afternoon. Pan Ruoming nodded and said calmly.

"Then, is there enough money in our hospital?" Aunt Liu asked worriedly, she learned from the old dean that in the past few months, the funds of the welfare home have been very tight.

"It's okay, no matter how difficult it is, you can't miss the baby's rations. Pan Ruoming said with a smile.

After Aunt Liu left, Pan Ruoming opened his notebook.

She counted the various well-known enterprises in Qinghe City, and was ready to spend time to find out if there were any new charitable sponsorships. Almost all the enterprises in Qinghe City were run by her.

Some have been there more than once. Since becoming the assistant director of the Qinghe Children's Welfare Institute, her face has become thicker and thicker like paint, layer by layer, until the oil and water do not enter.

"Jingle bell—" The phone on her desk rang, interrupting her thoughts, and she picked up the phone.

"Hey, Sister Pan, I'm Xiaohan. Brother Ringo promised, Saturday noon. ”

"Okay, Xiaohan, thank you boss for me. A sincere smile spread across Pan Ruoming's face. She is not only happy with the children who have just left the orphanage, but also happy that they have been able to find good jobs and employers.

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On his way back to the nursery, Lin Zeng passed by a glass shop and cut twenty square pieces of glass slightly larger than the palm of his hand. Let the little brother of the glass shop polish the edge of the glass smooth.

Since the most tedious work of transforming the base tree could be handed over to the red boy, Lin Zeng immediately began to prepare to start refining the phantom fruit.

The milk fruit carving was put into the locker, and the little blackback Saike was fed dog food, and Lin Zeng sat in front of the workbench, first using a slightly thin marker pen to practice the condensation pattern on the white paper.

He had to use his speed to make a sufficient number of condensing runes, and then immediately set off for Chaoyang Village.

Hongjing is the last piece of the puzzle that he is currently missing to build the secret space.

Just as he was getting more and more comfortable drawing the crystalline pattern and was about to try it on a piece of glass, the ringtone of his phone rang.

He picked up his phone and looked at the number, which was an unfamiliar number that he had never seen before.

"Hey, hello. Lin Zeng connected his phone.

"Hello, is this the Lin manager of the Heterodu Greening Company? I am Xiao Zhang, the secretary of the district chief. (To be continued.) )