When the fire broke out at the orphanage, it was already approaching evening.

The children and teachers in the kindergarten have long since dispersed. Aunt Meng and several other teachers and aunts who live in the staff dormitory of the hospital help prepare dinner in the back kitchen of the school.

The big clock on the wall ticked and walked, and Aunt Meng had a headache and said: "It's almost night, why haven't those skin monkeys come back yet." Swallow, you go outside and have a look. ”

"Hmm. Meng Yan responded quickly, and he didn't know why he was a little panicked. Anyway, Mu Youfan's second goods came back too late today, right?

Two days ago, there was a group of non-mainstream boys who seemed to be mixing in the society outside the hospital and wandering suspiciously, I hope you don't bump into it!

Meng Yan walked in a hurry, and even ran up in the end. There was no one, no one in the school, the gates were locked, and there was no sign of the monkeys on the basketball court......

In the end, Meng Yan was the group of bastard boys found in the game hall, laughing exaggerated and wanton one by one, and he didn't know where to get so much game currency in his hands.

I don't know if it's Meng Yan's illusion, but I always feel that the clerk's eyes are a little unkind when they look at them.

Meng Yan was really anxious, and rushed forward, and before he could get down, he was caught by Li Tianwolf next to Mu Youfan and forced to stop. Then the stinky black boy showed a dangerous smile and whispered:

"Big brother, who are you, the one who dares to touch my lone wolf?"

"Don't you want to die?" was obviously a question sentence, but Li Tianwolf sighed so lightly, but there was a taste of a wolf cub that could not be provoked.

Meng Yan's eyes fell on the so-called brothers of Mu Erxiang.

The black boy who grabbed his hand was called Li Tianwolf, but he was just a fourth-grade elementary school student, but he was manic by nature, and he had already been famous in the hospital.

It is said that he also set up a so-called organization called [Lone Wolf], which is actually just a group of gangsters who don't learn anything at a young age and only use all kinds of high-sounding reasons to waste their youth.

He had the impression that the person on the right hand side of the second goods was Xu Yao, the so-called "prodigy" in the lower grades. I've had the pleasure of meeting a few times, and it's an unpleasant guy.

Relying on the natural intelligence of the brain, he prides himself on being invincible, and looks down on those who work hard for their dreams and goals.

It is said that three years old looks old, if this group of arrogant and domineering boys continues to grow up like this...... Well, that's not about him. He wants to manage, and there is always only one thing he needs to manage, right?

"What are you doing here, your homework is finished?" Meng Yan shook off Li Tianwolf's clamps, turned his head and asked in a cold voice at Mu Youfan. was embarrassed in public, Mu Youfan's face turned red several degrees, and he retorted with some inarticulate words:

"Y-What are you talking about? Homework, who's going to do that kind of thing? You're asking the wrong person. ”

"After all, he's a good student, and he's a senior senior. Tsk, isn't it what people like to educate everyone like Tang Seng? If you want me to say it's an idiot, right?

Is it useful for those mentally handicapped children to learn addition, subtraction, multiplication and division? This college bully may not even be able to play the most basic games, right?"

Meng Yan's face was completely black, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out. turned his head to look in the direction of the sound source, but it was Xu Zhiyang, a friend like a fox.

was glared at angrily by the seniors who were a few heads taller than him, and Xu Zhiyang was as painless as he was. While stretching his waist lazily and moving his muscles and bones, he hung a wicked smile and stabbed him with yin and yang weird words:

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I accidentally told the truth. ”

"Dog, that's your fault. After all, others are good students who have to study hard to keep up with the teacher's progress. How can you expect people to have time to appreciate the joy of the game?"

It was Xu Yao who took over the conversation, and his eyes when he looked at Meng Yan could be described as full of malice. After all, as a lone wolf, it is customary to repay grievances and revenge.

Meng Yan somewhat understood, this naïve "genius" child still remembered his face-saving hatred in the group stage. However, more than angry and ashamed, he felt more disappointed and "it was so".

I really want to ask my mother and Granny Zheng to come and see what kind of hell they have carefully taught and cared for! How old is it? I can't study well every day, and I am better at playing than anyone else.

Moreover, this spirit of playfulness, disgust with school, decadence, and belligerence seems to have evolved into a trend in elementary schools, but the sensitive, studious, and unashamed attitude to learning that has been admired throughout the ages has been looked down upon, and ridiculed as a nerd and a dead reader.

Is there something wrong with the times, just like Granny Zheng sighed? Meng Yan lowered his head and pursed his lips, but he felt that it was normal.

Aren't people inert creatures like that? It's been the same throughout the ages, it's just that because we didn't actually live in the past, we all yearn to go back to the past.

Otherwise, why would Qu Yuan be repeatedly excluded, and after the death of King Huai, he was exiled because King Qingxiang listened to slanderous rumors, and finally threw himself into the river and died;

Even in Sima Qian's historical records, Confucius once considered himself a "lost dog";

Lao Tzu even said, "Those who know me hope that I am expensive." "It's not a big feeling.

Just like the Datong chapter of the Book of Rites, "The journey of the avenue is also the world for the public, the selection of talents and abilities, and the cultivation of faith and harmony." ”

However, the so-called Datong society is actually a kind of luxury, just like Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden, which is forced by reality and can only be used to talk about self-comfort and a one-night dream.

The world has never been fair, this is normal, and there is no such thing as an absolutely equal world. However, it is very abnormal to make everyone feel that the world is unfair, and there is no such thing as an absolutely unfair world.

Originally, there are very few people in this world who can live and understand, and even fewer people who can have their own goals and work hard to achieve them. And the reason why there is a feeling of the decline of the world is because, after trying their best, there are still very few people who can succeed.

Even, a pure person who spends decades and tries his best to do only one thing, in reality, may not be as successful as a scumbag who cheats, plagiarizes, and exchanges interests.

The truly talented are not developed, and the incompetent are clamoring everywhere.

The more you scream, the louder the noise, the more justified you become. It is as if they have become brave, and their incompetence has become the status quo of the world. boasting, self-directing and self-acting, leading the prosperous world to extinction.

Of course, it is also possible that he is too unfounded. After all, those people are right to make fun of the "nerds", those really valuable books have read too much, and then look at the same collapsed world in front of you, you can't help but feel a sense of substitution.

However, they are not ancestors. There is no supernatural ability to know the past and the future, and these spontaneous feelings are nothing more than crazy and self-righteous nonsense in the eyes of others.

Therefore, these two goods have always been long-winded.

Meng Yan was stunned when he confronted a few of them, Mu Youfan was actually very panicked in his heart, he had never seen Meng Yan's eyes so empty. He was furious when he heard the ridicule of the dog and Xu Yao, but he didn't react at all, and he had a feeling of grief more than death.

However, in the next moment, he knew that it was his own delusion. The tall man, as always, kept his face calm, touched his head awkwardly, and carried out a low-level inducement Dafa:

"If you don't go back, forget it, my mother made sweet and sour tenderloin for someone~ I'll eat it alone. ”

"Sweet and sour...... Tenderloin!" As if he had said yes, Mu Youfan decisively put on the set. He glanced at Brother Sky Wolf with some apologies, and then smiled bitterly at the other two.

He said, "Next time I'll have a treat." Then he decisively took Meng Yan's hand and ran.

In fact, he is not a foodie, he just needs an opportunity to get closer, like a moth to a fire, close to the scorching heat.

Meng Yan squeezed his hand tightly, but he still didn't say anything. What if you say that?

- If you follow them and have no future, you will definitely become the dregs of society in the future, so let's study hard. Words like this to dissuade?

In the final analysis, everyone has different ways of seeing the world, and they need to pay different attention to it. All the family needs to do is stay silent and wait behind them with a smile.

Before a certain bottom line, of course.

And just like confirming Meng Yan's previous ominous premonition, when the young man and his party returned home, they could only see a raging sea of fire......

The orphanage covers a large area and is a hollow ring structure.

The garden in the center is full of vegetation and landscapes, and the fire is not large. Or it's hard to burn, it's simply a natural fire realm. At its sharpest, the sudden fire ignited some of the wooden corridors that meandered through the buildings.

On the contrary, providence makes people general. Where there is no fire, there is no one, and the more fierce the flames, the more innocent people are left behind, and the more casualties are inflicted.

With the puffs of black smoke that swept away in the sky and seemed to be about to turn into clouds, the inferior torches that fell from the wall in the form of sporadic light rain, shimmering with a glimmer of light. Quietly, everything was swallowed up by the ethereal smoke.

The aftermath of the disaster was too terrifying. There was no noise in the house, but the flames roamed about, burning everything to the ground.

From the main entrance to the garden, through the burned mess of the promenade, is the reception center of the orphanage—

A small three-storey bungalow. It is a place dedicated to meeting visitors and young children during the day, and is basically closed at night. It is also the only place that has not been damaged by fire at this moment.

To the left from the gate is where they go to class and play on weekdays, although there are relatively few people left behind at night, only a few aunts who clean up. However, due to its proximity to the pond in the garden, the fire was well controlled at the beginning of its spread and there were no casualties.

If you turn right, you will find the dormitory for the nurses, teachers, and children under the age of four, which is also the hardest hit at the moment.

Because at the beginning of the fire, they were all sitting in the hall on the first floor waiting for dinner, and the group of people who maliciously set the fire also saw that the lights were on and there were enough people, and they concentrated their firepower to prepare to "burn, kill and loot".

The first to find out about the fire was Wang A-Niang in the back kitchen. She was helping to warm the food in the back kitchen, only to hear a loud "bang!", and then the crisp sound of glass falling to the ground, the screams of the woman's crazy fright, and the hoarse and feeble cries of the children, mixed together to start an earth-shattering drama.

Noisy and unified, angry and fearful, the two sides of human beings with unique charm are vividly displayed under the backdrop of this firelight.

It's like suddenly finding that the fire is spreading here, so I panicked and pushed away the kindergarten children who were piled up at the door and blocked the way, let them fall to the ground and be entangled by the tongue of fire, looking at the back of the teacher who left without caring and crying hoarsely, evil.

It's like Ming Ming is far away from the garden, but he risked his life to wet his clothes with pond water by the pond and pass through the cloister where only the skeleton remains, and the tall and broad figures of the hero-like aunts are cowering and powerless when they are trapped in the sea of fire after rescuing the students.