My name is May. In May, the mountains are snowy, and there are no flowers but cold. However, my name has nothing to do with Li Bai, just because the day Dean Hao adopted me was in May, and it happened to be the time when everything was growing and vibrant, so Dean Hao named me May.

It's a pity that I have been a sick boy since I was a child, but I failed to live up to Dean Hao's intention of naming me.

From the age of ten to fifteen, I spent my time in the Holy Child Orphanage.

The Holy Child Orphanage is located in a corner of the mountains in Ningbei City, inaccessible.

\tSurrounded by green cypress trees, the air is very fresh.

Especially after the rain falls, every part of the deep mountain exudes its unique smell.

I miss the taste here, just as I miss the warmth that Dean Hao brings me.

Whenever I told Dean Hao like this, she always smiled and touched my head: "May, you don't belong here." ”

"So where should I go?"

I pretended not to understand her and tilted my head.

Dean Hao's eyes were off, but his hand was tightly gripping mine.

I knew she was feeling guilty and condemning herself, but she would never change her mind about sending me out.

No, you can't find a suitable one.

It wasn't until my fifteenth birthday was approaching that I learned that Dean Hao had found me a "home"

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On the file book, I saw the signature, the handwriting of Long Fei Feng Wu: Qin Zelun.

Qin Zelun, Qin Zelun...... I kept saying the name in my mouth, and my brain felt like it was being struck by a huge hammer, again and again.

I hatefully put down the file in my hand, found a chair, and stood up.

Above the bookcase is a list of donors from recent years.

There were only a few copies, and I quickly found the name in the recent period.

There is no introduction, just a signature and an amount of donation.

My eyes were fixed on that amount, and the sweat in my palms became more and more.

The symptoms of the wind and rain last night seemed to be even more severe, and the handwriting in front of my eyes became more and more blurry.

The moment I fell, I seemed to hear Dean Hao's voice.

Fuzzy, with a special temperature.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

When you open your eyes, it's a familiar environment.

I was lying on a small bed with a cold towel over my forehead.

My throat was very dry, and the green country curtains kept shaking in front of me, which I had picked out with Dean Hao on my twelfth birthday.

The Holy Child Orphanage has been running poorly.

Dean Hao has been hiding it from everyone.

But I knew this very early.

I don't know when it starts, the lights in Dean Hao's room will be on overnight.

Sometimes I sneak in and see piles of hats and coils.

The next day, Dean Hao's eyes were red.

But that's it, the children in the orphanage are still fed with vegetarian food and meat, and the clothes they wear in winter will not freeze their bodies.

Thinking of this, not only do I have a dry throat, but my eyes are also astringent.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and I quickly closed my eyes, and the door was pushed open.

When someone saw me asleep, he lowered his voice significantly.

"What's going on?"

It was a male voice, and his lowered voice was a little angry.

"It rained last night. The child has been weak since he was a child, and he does not eat much. ”

It's Dean Hao.

My heart suddenly twisted at this moment, and I heard the man say, "The boss ordered someone to be brought today." ”

Then there was the sound of approaching footsteps.

My hand grabbed the corner of the quilt, and Dean Hao hurriedly walked over, "I'll leave when May is better, okay?" ”

The quilt was lifted, my eyes closed, and a pair of strong arms held me in my arms.

"Dean Hao, Mr. Qin will give the best care to Miss."

The implication is clear.

Dean Hao was silent.

The man carried me down the road to the orphanage.

One qiē one qiē here, even if I don't open my eyes, I can say it exactly.

Goodbye, Holy Child Orphanage!

Goodbye, Dean Hao!

I said to myself silently in my heart.