Mu Youfan's voice lowered as he spoke, if he could, he didn't want to recall those memories that he had deliberately buried, after all, after the gentle and harmless appearance was torn apart, only blood remained.

But looking at the boss's gentle and indifferent gaze, as if he was encouraged by some kind of encouragement, the past things jumped out of his mouth one after another as if they were out of control.

I don't know if it's because the times are wrong, or if the children of their generation are not suitable to work hard - study hard, work hard, and work hard for their dreams.

It's boring in school, I don't watch or listen to class, I run crazy and naughty after class, I don't write homework when I go home, and I rely on plagiarism in my exams. What I want to do every day is to play games, play mobile phones, watch variety shows, and chase stars...... I have never ignored or even lazy to listen to the ears of teachers and elders.

At a young age, he was decadent and became a salted fish with no dreams, no fighting spirit, and just wanted to eat and wait for death. Three-minute enthusiasm for everything, perseverance, that's something that only comes in composition.

Speaking better than singing, I was poured more chicken soup, and I thought it was the truth. Feel good about yourself, as if you can do anything. Looking down on those who are willing to fall, and even more unable to understand the strong people who have a clear goal and strive for their dreams.

Obviously I don't know anything, I don't do anything, but my bias is higher than the sky, and I am self-righteous.

Every day's routine is to stay up late, get up late, brush up on small videos that make people swoon, watch brain-dead dramas that have a lot of mouthlessness, stay up late for some reason to chat about some days when there is nothing to say, and then get up late and continue to be decadent on the new day.

I actually know it in my heart, I can't go on like this, if I don't work hard...... That's why I'm restless and can't have fun.

In other words, you don't need rest as much as you think, and you don't need endless games.

Happiness, a sense of accomplishment, pride, and pride in one's strength. These are the indispensable spiritual food for everyone.

When they understand these thoroughly, it is already the time when the bastards have lost their warmth and peace, and the home that once sheltered them from the wind and rain.

Mu Youfan doesn't know what other people think, anyway, he hasn't felt how unspeakable his identity as an orphan is since he was a child, and he is really going crazy.

It has always been like this, he is well protected by everyone in the orphanage.

That's great.

If you accept too much warmth and love, it becomes a matter of course.

He has been living in an orphanage with many of his peers since he can remember, and the ones who took care of him the most were Aunt Meng Hua, Teacher Qiu and Granny Zheng. Although the teacher and mother-in-law are also very good, there is still a faint barrier.

In the orphanage, Mu Youfan was given spiritual strength, so that he could not feel lonely and lonely, not a homeless abandoned dog, and only Aunt Meng's family from beginning to end.

It's not a fledgling complex, it's not about feelings or importance, it's intuition.

Granny Zheng...... Mu Youfan couldn't understand it. Sometimes I can feel that she really loves them as her own children, and even if they are hated, she is responsible for their lives and strictly educates.

Sometimes, those eyes that seem to have seen the cause and effect of the event, their indestructible nature, and even the future that they will step on the wrong side if they are not careful, are inexplicably terrifying.

And Mr. Qiu, I feel that although I am also conscientious, I work hard. It's more like taking them seriously as a job. It's not that Mu Youfan is sensitive, in fact, if anyone comes, they can clearly feel it a few more times.

When I was in the park, I was such a smiling, gentle and patient teacher, but when I met him by chance outside the school, he seemed to be a person who had forgotten how to smile after finally unloading his burden.

The eyes that were originally full of affection seemed to be soaked in patience and tenderness, and there was only indifference.

The tired look, the sore temples, the careless nodding with this group of unconscious demon kings, and a little scared and relieved.

At first, he didn't understand what that meant. Until one day, after a garden tour, the teachers got off work late to help clean the environmental sanitation in the courtyard.

At dusk when the sun was setting, Ms. Qiu's family came to pick her up. That was the first time I saw Mr. Qiu, who had always been smiling.

obviously didn't laugh, but turned around with some disgust and gave the child and his father a roll of the eyes. Then Xiao Xiao fell in love with something, while giving the little boy with messy hair a scarf that was blown by the wind.

yes, obviously I didn't laugh. The unconsciously relaxed expression, the eyes that squinted like a crescent moon with a smile, and the intimacy between gestures.

I don't know why, Mu Youfan, who originally wanted to say goodbye to the teacher, hid inexplicably.

He hid in the back of the low wall, letting the sunset drag his slightly rickety figure. His eyes seemed to be glued, and he looked at the back of the family walking away......

"Hey, you...... What are you doing hiding here. What interrupted Mu Youfan's stunned was a familiar and unvoiced voice.

The ink-haired boy didn't know how long he had been standing there, and after finding that Mu Youfan's eyes were coming, he scratched his head with his hand a little awkwardly, and stabbed: "Why, seeing that everyone else has someone to take home, envy?"

“...... How is it possible!" Mu Youfan fried his hair, and rubbed his face with the appearance of three hundred taels of silver here: "You guy, you are out of school early." Why don't you leave and wait for the meal to begin?"

Meng Yan turned his face away with an expression of not wanting to see these two goods, and lazily dragged his voice: "It's my mother who asked you to come to dinner." ”

Mu Youfan blinked, held back the little tears that had been brewed before, and replied with a full of anger: "I know! ”

He didn't allow himself to show weakness in front of this guy.

This guy is Meng Yan.

Aunt Meng Hua's son, who is much older than him, is also one of the few people he can't play. Just like the aunt said, Meng Yan's temper was like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard.

But......

"Hmph, my mother also took into account the appetite of a certain stupid person, and deliberately made smoked pork ribs and mapo tofu~"

The only thing that Meng Yan resembles her aunt is this-she has a dead face, and even her voice is serious about seduction.

It's just that a second cargo will be fooled every time.

"Smoked pork ribs...... cough cough ......" When Mu Erwu realized it, the cheers had already blurted out, and it was useless to quickly cover his mouth, but he was accidentally choked by saliva.

Although, eight out of ten times it was pretended, just to be able to coax Chef Meng and this one to be happy. In other words, this can be regarded as a different kind of coquettishness and weakness.

And today, the ink-haired young man in Mu Youfan's afterglow did not react abnormally. couldn't help but glance at it a few more times, and then a certain two goods were caught by the person who was peeking.

“...... Are you stupid?" Meng Yan and a certain second person stared at each other as quietly as a chicken for a few seconds, and then paused and spit out such a sentence. Then, without waiting for a certain second goods to make a threat, he gave him a hard time with his hand: "Meng Youfan." ”

Mu Youfan stumbled when he was photographed, and he almost leaned forward and fell. Then he was stabilized by a vicious bastard who grabbed his head with those big calloused hands, Meng Yan obviously not the first time to do such a thing, and Mu Youfan had already been tossed and mastered.

However, it is rare that today, neither side has any smiles.

Meng Youfan, the Mandarin used by Meng Yan, is not a mistake.

The aunt doesn't speak Mandarin, and if she calls Mu Youfan's name in dialect, it's like calling Meng Youfan.

Therefore, from the very beginning, when the aunt took over the food, clothing, housing and transportation of these bastard boys, she especially liked to take care of him, saying: "Same surname...... This kid is quite close to me!"

Later, he recognized him as his godson.

Aunt Meng moved to the orphanage a few years ago due to the flood in her hometown, and at that time, it happened to be a funeral at Granny Zheng's house, and she was invited by the neighbors thinking that it was the neighbors.

During the banquet, half of the mourning song was played, and Granny Zheng asked someone to close it. Not necessarily, she said. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and those two little beasts needed more than just a few songs.

In the past, people had clouds, and the accumulated money was left to their children and grandchildren, and their descendants may not be able to keep it. Accumulation of books is left to children and grandchildren, and children and grandchildren may not be able to read them. It is better to accumulate yin virtue in the underworld, and this sermon of the family heirloom for all generations is also.

Granny Zheng was dressed in a vegetarian dress, and said concisely and clearly at the banquet that she planned to establish the Sunshine Orphanage, saying that this could also be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue for future generations.

Then he directly sent invitation coupons to the old sisters who were more willing to work and kind-hearted in their memories, and solemnly promised that this was by no means her stimulated to play around, and the hospital helped buy five insurances and received five thousand wages a month, and was willing to help her sisters, so she could try it after this week.

Aunt Meng was a little moved by Meng Yan, who was only three years old at the time, and took the initiative to propose to go to the hospital for an internship. Nine years later, the family left the place they had rented temporarily to avoid the flooding and moved into the hospital.

Children's radar is the most sensitive. Whether adults talk about it or really like to care about them, they know it in their hearts.

For example, the mouth is full of "Bastard boy, come to the kitchen to steal fish again!", "Why are the collars of clothes turned in a mess!", "Poof, you and Meng Yan are really enemies, well~ I made your favorite dish today." Auntie.

The chatter in the mouth can't be stopped, but the small eyes that are slightly squinted on the chubby and somewhat fat face are full of joy.

But it's not just a blind smile and an intimate tone, and the aunt never treats him differently because he is an outsider. Anyway, Meng Yan and the bag that came out of his head were almost exactly the same in terms of quantity and size.

When the aunt applied medicinal wine to them, the screams were also ...... That strange sense of harmony, midnight dreams, every scene is so beautiful that Mu Youfan doesn't want to wake up again.

Also, Meng Yan......

Finding that this Mu Erxiang came to his senses again, Meng Yan rubbed Mu Youfan's hair, which was so short that it was slightly prickly:

"Envy a fart, if you go home, aren't we going back? Just stuffy you, don't cry after I rob the smoked ribs for a while!"

The seriousness in Meng Yan's words showed that the sentence was by no means the product of impulsiveness or soft-heartedness, and there was no kind of perfunctory coaxing a child in his eyes, Mu Youfan looked at him a little stunned.

"You...... What do you mean?"

"What do you mean...... Are you an idiot...... cough" Meng Yan subconsciously scratched his head with his hand, and his raised arm was just right to separate Mu Youfan's blazing gaze.

He coughed lightly and pursed his lips as if he wanted to smile, a shallow dimple looming on the right side of his face, and then immediately realized something. Awkwardly pushed Mu Youfan's face away with those big hands, and it wasn't until he saw the back of his head that Meng Yan stopped and resisted:

"Aren't you also my mother's son?

Okay, now a certain second-hand goods not only have eye sockets, but even their noses are red.

It's exactly the same as it was a few years ago, whether it's stubborn or awkward.

However, at that time, Mu Youfan hadn't lit up the skill point of "how to read an awkward arrogant monster", so he was furious, and Meng Yan's "ridicule" and "showing off" almost pierced his heart.

He had always thought that Meng Yan couldn't get used to him. After all, if there is a child whose face is stinky to death every day, and the black is like the bottom of the pot, he comes to "invite" you to go to his aunt's house for dinner, and he doesn't say much, and he likes to rub your head with his hands lightly or heavily, you will also have misunderstandings like this.

Mu Youfan thinks he is still a very sensitive person.

But after that day, I never watched the warm and happy family of others pass by. Home, he already has it. Life is getting happier and happier and wanton-

Although you will be scolded if you don't study well, you can be coquettish when you want to eat meat. Slowly, he also successfully mastered the correct technique to deal with tsundere......

Until the day of farewell.