"Ho~"

Breathing hot air into his hands, Lan Xin obviously miscalculated today's temperature.

She thought the snow would last last night for a few days.

It's not really cold when it snows, it's when it melts.

Stepping on the snow, the ground under the snow is soft, and this is no longer within the confines of the city.

This is a land with an unknown name, maybe it has a name, but Lan Xin doesn't know for the time being.

Because Lan Xin's current location, even if it is located with a mobile phone map, it can only lead to the conclusion that it is 'near Pushi Town'.

That's right, she was still in a certain city in the morning, and she arrived at the boundary of Pumice Town before noon.

How did this clever girl get here?

Perhaps the passengers on the express bus parked next to the Nan train station can provide part of the answer.

"We've reached the border on the edge of Pumstone Town, so we need to speed up. ”

Lan Xin's mobile phone is more advanced than Mo Xie, although its origin is not right, but it is fully functional.

Looking at the mileage displayed on the mobile phone screen, Lan Xin felt that with his current travel speed, he might not be able to reach the town of Pumice Town before dark.

She didn't try to help Mo Ye, and she didn't even have the urge to make a call.

She knew, and Mo Xie probably didn't want her to be by his side.

But so what?

She didn't need to ask Mo Xie's wishes.

She got here on her own volition.

The four fields are vast, and this little girl takes a step on the remnants of snow.

From slow to urgent, from rapid to running.

She had to get to Pumice Town before sunset.

She wanted to see Mo Ye, not another guy.

So, Lan Xin has done his best.

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Finally took out the remittance, carefully wrapped it in a newspaper of unknown year and month and stuffed it into her satchel, Aunt Wang suddenly had a feeling that she was a terrorist carrying **.

It seems to be like a man's back.

With 20,000 yuan in cash in her arms, her steps were vain.

She hadn't seen so much money in a long time, and for a moment she almost wondered if she was still in last night's dream.

"Aunt Wang, hurry up, the children are still waiting for us to bring food back. ”

Looking at Aunt Wang, who was obviously a little out of the world, Xiaomei was supporting her, for fear that Aunt Wang would accidentally bump into the glass door of the bank.

"Oh. ”

Fortunately, Xiaomei's timely reminder and the same timely pull, otherwise Aunt Wang might really bump into it.

The agricultural bank, located in a small town, does not have automatic sensor doors.

Xiaomei opened the door with Aunt Wang, who was holding her shoulder bag tightly at this time, obviously unable to separate her hands to push the door.

"You have to be natural, otherwise everyone can see that you are carrying valuables in your arms. ”

Xiaomei is obviously an old man, she looked vigilantly at the passers-by outside the bank and whispered to Aunt Wang.

"Oh. ”

Since coming into contact with this 'huge money', Aunt Wang's language function seems to be only left with the syllable 'oh', although she coping with Xiaomei like this, neither her eyes nor her hands have left the satchel she was holding in her arms.

Is this a kind of 'getting into the eyes of money'?

Perhaps.

It's been a long, long time since the orphanage received a donation, no, to be precise, it 'didn't receive' it.

Aunt Wang would never believe that this society had reached such a cold point, and she would never believe that no one knew about the plight of the orphanage.

There are many people who know about the plight of the orphanage, and there is no one in this town who does not know about it.

In the same way, it is impossible for no one to know about it in the outside world.

It's just that the orphanage can't receive donations from these people, maybe they just turn a blind eye and don't hear it, or maybe it's just because they have their own difficulties and can't donate much.

Perhaps, they are just worried about being cheated and that the money they donate will not reach those in need.

If none of these three are the case, then the problem lies in the flow of money.

This time, Aunt Wang gave Mo Ye her private account, and the orphanage's account was not in the Agricultural Bank.

The orphanage's account has not received any payment information for almost a year, and the information on the unilateral deduction of fees is sent every month on time.

Aunt Wang had long been suspicious of the orphanage's account.

Perhaps, the money that should have been there has always been there, but the recipient is no longer an orphanage.

It's not this society that is blind, it's that some people really treat the lower class as blind.

It's just that what can a flat-headed person like Aunt Wang do?

She doesn't have any connections, she doesn't know any big names, and no one will cover her and give her a note to solve the problem at hand.

She's just a small person, and she is soft-spoken.

She's getting old, and she can't do what she used to do every day running to the ZF building.

Originally, I wanted to point out the remaining assets of the orphanage in these two days, but people like her couldn't hold on anymore.

can take care of the orphanage after the death of the old director, and she can be regarded as worthy of the old yard's deathbed.

The sun outside the bank hit Aunt Wang's body, and she lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

She thought so hard that she didn't notice that the phone in her pocket vibrate.

However, Xiaomei found out, knowing that Aunt Wang was in a state of 'sleepwalking' at this time, she answered the call for Aunt Wang.

"Hello?"

At this time, it was close to 11 o'clock, and there were more people and cars on the street, and there was a noisy sound that was completely different from when she went out in the early morning, and Xiaomei loudly said 'hey' to her mobile phone.

This mobile phone should have been retired a long time ago, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to hear it on the other side if you don't say it louder.

"Hey, is that Miss Xiaomei? Look to the left. ”

On the phone was a familiar voice, the owner of which had eaten at the same table with Xiaomei a few hours earlier.

Mei remembered the voice.

"Is it Mo Evil?"

Xiaomei turned her head in Yiyan.

At the corner of the street, on the sidewalk at the crossroads, a tall, thin voice stood beneath a billboard there.

It's not Mo Xie, but who is it?

Putting down her phone, Xiaomei waved at the figure.

"Aunt Wang! Mo Xie is here to pick us up!"

The jubilant voice is very much in line with the atmosphere that should be there today on the calendar.

Today, it's Laba.

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