Glory to God in the highest, peace on earth to those whom He pleases. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Luke 2:14

Is there really peace on earth? Have you ever truly felt peace in your life? Every baby comes into the world crying, with the fear of this strange world, growing up under the coaxing of others, and in a long and short life, all kinds of disasters come to them from heaven and man, and they struggle to live, only to die in the end?

Is there any peace in one's life? This is the question that generations of philosophists have sought. But we know that there is a kind of people who have not had peace since they were young, or even more so since they were born.

They are orphans.

According to incomplete statistics, there are currently more than 576,000 orphans in China, and each of them has suffered different disasters and has become a helpless and lonely orphan.

Of these, less than 70,000 are taken in by various welfare institutions, most of which are orphanages.

They are unfortunate because they lost their loved ones at an early age, and they are alone and helpless. But at the same time, they are also fortunate to have a larger, more intimate family at least after losing the love of their families.

Therefore, Zhou Yan and Li Muzi are both lucky ones in misfortune.

And the thirty-seven orphans, including the two of them, have to thank a short man named Dong Ping, who used his not very majestic body to support this home, which is not luxurious, but very warm.

Dong Ping is the director of the Red City Anle Orphanage, and is also the founder and largest shareholder of the Red City Anle Orphanage.

It is a small courtyard of only 500 square meters, in addition to a small three-story building that occupies most of the area, there are also several simple sheds like pigeon cages; Then a small bunker, together with a couple of dilapidated children's slides, made up a home for thirty-seven orphans, five grandmothers, and a headmaster.

In the morning, there had just been a light rain, and the rain slanting in the wind connected the heavens and the earth like thin lines, hazy and hazy like a fairyland. The raindrops gradually taunted and slowly stopped, leaving behind the remnants of flowers and leaves, red and green, which was very beautiful.

But Grandma Li didn't care about such a poetic beauty, holding a broom, sweeping away such a bewitching beauty.

One hand crossed his waist and looked around, and the righteousness was awe-inspiring.

A gust of wind blew, blowing away the remnants of flowers and leaves that had been swept into a pile without warning. These flowers and leaves, which had been cut into flocculent and crushed into mud, were scattered in all directions, invisibly arousing Grandma Li's anger.

Grandma Li is sulking, dancing with a broomstick, and is slowly venting her anger, but this kind of venting is weak in the end, and this kind of anger still has to explode after all!

"Who is this! How can the car be parked here! Grandma Li was furious and loudly announced the crime of the car.

It was a black domestic car, speeding from a distance, and then it naturally parked at the main entrance of the Anle Orphanage.

Even in normal times, if someone parks the car at the front gate, it will definitely attract the dissatisfaction of others, not to mention that Grandma Li is angry at the moment. But twenty years of caring for orphans made it difficult for her to say anything unpleasant, even if she was so angry, that she could only keep shouting: "It's really rude! Not upbringing enough......"

The car door slowly opened, and a man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car, wearing a gold-rimmed glasses, looking very Sven, and softly apologized to Grandma Li.

The man's voice, eyes, and every movement seemed to have a magical power.

Grandma Li only felt that her whole body was soft, and the previous anger dissipated, and even the eyes looking at this man became much gentler.

I heard him ask again, "Is Dean Dong Ping here?" ”

"You're Mr. Jiang!" Before Grandma Li, who was already in a daze, could answer, a loud voice had already come from the inner courtyard.

It was a short, sturdy middle-aged man, with a cut head, and deep smile lines on his dark face, looking very kind.

The man in the suit stepped forward, stretched out his right hand in a friendly manner, and said with a smile: "This is Dean Dong Ping, the contemptible surname is Yang, and he is Jiang Guangnai's friend." He has something to do for the time being, and he will come back later, so please forgive the dean. ”

Dong Ping also stretched out his right hand and shook it tightly with the man surnamed Yang, with a bright smile on his face, and said, "It's okay, anyway, it's okay now." Mr. Yang can go to the office with me for a cup of tea first, and we will discuss it later. ”

Say goodbye, make a leading pose.

Mr. Yang also took advantage of the situation and left with a smile and a conversation with Dean Dong Ping.

Grandma Li watched the two leave, and Dong Ping's voice like a bell could be heard from afar:

"Zhou Yan is a good boy, he has been in the hospital for more than ten years, and today your relatives came to him, and we still blame some reluctant ......"

“……”

Faintly, gradually not really listening.

At the same time, in another place, the protagonist of this dialogue, Zhou Yan, is shopping for goods in the market with his friend Li Muzi.

It is said that the children of poor families are in charge of the family early, and Zhou Yan and Li Muzi have been destroyed since they were children, so they naturally learned a lot early. Therefore, at this moment, the two can skillfully select the goods, and then bargain with the seller with ease.

The weather is getting hotter, mosquitoes are gradually increasing, and the demand for mosquito coils and other mosquito prevention and control items in the hospital is also much greater.

The mosquito coils in the east of the city market are generally two pieces of four and one boxes, but there are many fakes and mixed goods, while the mosquito coils in the north of the city are of higher quality, but the price is five cents higher than that of the east of the city, and it is difficult for the two to choose at once.

Zhou Yan secretly weighed it, although the mosquito coils in the east of the city are cheap, the quality is very poor, not only the mosquito killing effect is poor, but also the smoke is large and the smell is heavy. Most of the orphanages are four or five-year-old orphans, and if you light this low-quality mosquito coil, it is very likely to have a bad effect on the children. However, in recent years, the orphanage has been extremely underfunded, and today the money I bring out is not only to buy mosquito coils, but also to purchase other supplies......

After several trade-offs, Zhou Yan finally felt that it was better to go to the north of the city to buy more expensive mosquito coils, although the price was more expensive, at least it could ensure the health of the children. As for funding, that's going to be discussed later.

At that moment, Zhou Yan and Li Muzi were going to the Chengbei Market, which was not a short journey, and it took an hour's bus to walk for about ten minutes before they came to the Chengbei Market.

The place is close to the sea, and the market in the north of the city is a fresh market, and the fresh food that has left the sea is dying in the struggle, and the stench of decay is emitted under the scorching afternoon sun. Zhou Yan and Li Muzi pinched their noses, looked for the daily necessities store in the market, and finally found the shop on the edge of a salted fish shop from memory.

Zhou Yan had been here with Dean Dong Ping before, and he roughly remembered the appearance of the owner of this shop, and when he saw the man who was slightly bowed, he knew that he was the owner of this shop.

"Hello boss, we are from Anle Orphanage, and we want to buy something from you......"

Zhou Yan's words were not completely finished, but they came to an abrupt end.

That boss is watching him!

Or staring at him!

It was a pair of very cloudy eyes, extremely bloodshot, as if to cover the whole eye, and even make the whole eye become blood-red, at the moment the boss is blind, it looks very scary.

Zhou Yan was frightened and took a few steps back.

"Do you want to buy something?" Zhou Yan's actions at the moment can be described as extremely rude, but the boss doesn't seem to care very much, looking at Zhou Yan and the others, he asked lightly.

Slowly separated by a distance, Zhou Yan could still smell the smell from the boss's mouth - the stench of fish and tobacco.

The smell is like a dark cloud, drifting slowly, but it doesn't go away for a long time. It is intertwined with the soaphorn gas, camphor gas and the rotten smell of salted fish wafting from all sides in the store. It was like a corpse wrapped in spices twisted in the fire, and then turned into a cloud of flying ash, burrowing into the nose of a person, shouting at the sense of smell.

Being rude doesn't mean you can be rude, Zhou Yan realized that his behavior was inappropriate, and he hurriedly got up again and approached the boss. He said softly, "I want to buy some mosquito coils." ”

The boss's face didn't have too much expression, and the skin on his face seemed to have been dead for a long time, and he was slumped hard at the moment, like a piece of ice.

"Follow me......"

As he spoke, the boss turned around and walked inside, Zhou Yan was still secretly preparing to bargain with the boss in his heart, Li Muzi didn't think much about it, and followed the boss quickly. The three of them walked quietly, and because it was too quiet, it was even a little unreal. The inferior wooden floor, every pair of shoes stepping on it will make a footstep sound, but the clattering footsteps are like ghosts, as if they disappear in the next moment, and as if they are no longer audible.

Even, Li Muzi felt that he couldn't hear his footsteps, but every time he thought of this, the clattering footsteps came into his ears again.

The aisle was dark and silent, and the smell of soaphorn and camphor gradually faded into the unique aroma of mosquito coils, but what remained unchanged was the stench like maggots attached to the bones, but at the moment it was indescribable. This stink may be the stink itself.

There are no lights here, and the further you go, the darker you are. Until that tipping point, it was all pitch black, and the darkness seemed to be tangible, enveloping them, soaking them.

"Boss! Where are the mosquito coils! I don't know why, Zhou Yan, who was still immersed in the art of bargaining, suddenly shouted without warning.

This shout is full of fear!

"Zhou Yan......" Li Muzi didn't understand the changes in his friend, but just shouted softly.

"You ...... Who is it? The voice was extremely hoarse, as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing against each other.

This voice is coming from the boss?

The two lights in the darkness are the boss's eyes?

"We are the ...... of Ankang Orphanage" Li Muzi didn't understand what was going on with these two people, so he naturally answered the question of the "boss".

"What are your names, your names ......" was the sound of the boss, who was the only one who could emit such a foul stench.

It smells like a corpse rotting!

It is the smell of death.

It's a pity that Li Muzi has not experienced death, so he has not smelled such a rotten stench. So he can answer naturally and innocently: "My name is Li Muzi, and his name is ......"

"Nope! Don't tell him! Zhou Yan smelled the stench, and had seen the light in the darkness that was more terrible than the darkness, and had personally touched the death with his hands. So, he already knows, who this is!

It's just that it takes much less time to say a word, or a word, or even two words, than it takes for another voice to reach your ears.

“…… Zhou Di! ”

At that moment, Zhou Yan's eyes broke free from the shackles of darkness, all of this was just a layer of translucent crystal in him, everything was so clear!

That boss has a pair of blood-colored eyes, a big mouth, and a half-open mouth, which is drooling? But the mouth opened and closed slightly, the vocal cords between the throats trembled slightly, and a voice that did not seem to be made by a mouth came out of this mouth.

It's so hoarse that it's numbing......

He's talking, or rather, he's calling!

He's calling......

"Zhou ...... Die young...... Zhou Yan ......"

"Hahahaha!" And then there was the maniacal laughter.