The inside of the house is very simple, but it is very warm. After Sang Yu entered, he found that the children in this orphanage were far more than just those who were playing outside.

There are also some very quiet little people, huddled in inconspicuous corners in silence.

And this quietness made Sang Yu feel a little strange.

In the corner, a very delicate little boy is about three or four years old, but there is a wit and maturity in his eyes.

How does Sang Yu look at it, this look and this figure are a little incompatible.

Ou Mo saw her confusion, he lowered his voice, and said: "His name is Xiao Ma'er, congenital brittle bone disease, don't look at his appearance as if he is only three or four years old, he is actually eight years old." When he was a little more than two years old, he was abandoned by his parents at the door of the orphanage. Pony is the name he gave himself, saying that he thought that one day, he would be like a horse, whimsical and galloping thousands of miles. ”

Sang Yu suddenly felt some discomfort in his throat.

She turned her head to look around with some alarm. When I looked closely, I was shocked to realize that these quiet children seemed to have a little crooked mouth and slanted eyes. It turns out that they are quiet because they are children with congenital disabilities, cerebral palsy, or intellectual disabilities.

"Brother Oumo!" The pony, who has always been quiet, immediately showed a happy smile on his face after seeing Ou Mo: "Brother Ou Mo is good!" ”

"Ponies." Ou Mo walked over with a smile, picked him up carefully, and carefully wiped off a grain of rice stuck to his collar: "Little pony, I haven't seen you for a few days, and it's long and heavy!" ”

"Yes." The pony nodded, and the look of joy in her eyes became more and more intense.

To be long and heavy means to grow up. And when he grows up, he is one step closer to his dream - even if it is an illusion that cannot be reached in a lifetime.

At this time, a woman came over, as if greeting a member of the family, and naturally said to Ou Mo: "Ou Mo, here." ”

"Hello Angel Mom." Ou Mo smiled and nodded, and introduced to Sang Yu: "This is the dean here, and the children call her Angel Mother." ”

Then Ou Mo introduced Sangyu to her: "Miss Xia Sangyu." ”

"Miss Xia, hello." Mother Angel stretched out her warm hand to Sang Yu. She is in her forties, probably because of the innocent contact with her children, and the angel mother looks very young, just in her thirties.

"Hello." Sang Yu nodded, his eyes and thoughts still immersed in the feeling just now.

The angel mother followed Sang Yu's gaze, looked at the lonely little figures around her, and said, "There are now more than 600 orphans in the courtyard, the youngest is seven months old, and the oldest is fifteen years old. Sixty per cent of these orphans are disabled, and most of them were abandoned by their parents at birth. ”

For the first time, Sang Yu knew that there were still so many young lives in this world, and when the young shoots had just broken through the ground, they were destined to have a mutilated and deformed life.

Sang Yu felt a little hot in her throat, she breathed hard, and said slowly: "All along, in my impression, the orphanage is a big house, and then a very caring aunt takes care of a large group of lively and lovely children, except for the fatherless and motherless, they are as healthy and happy as children of the same age. It turned out to—"