When Liu Yihuai arrived, it was raining, the weather was not very good, he stood in the aisle, watching the crackling rain, the splashes of the rain stuck to his white canvas shoes, and spread a deep color.

He suddenly thought of the rain not long ago, and that night when he looked out of the window, he could not see anything, only black, and now it was a city full of lights, and the pedestrians on the road were hurrying with their clothes wrapped up and holding umbrellas.

"Eh, little handsome guy, do you want to spend it?"

A crisp and bright voice suddenly broke into his ears, Liu Yihuai turned his head and saw the bright smiling face of Song Fu, the tip of his nose was the light taste of flowers, he looked down, a cluster of bright bouquets was in front of him, he didn't like flowers and plants very much, he didn't recognize the varieties of flowers, but this cluster of flowers was very beautiful.

"You don't have to be too moved, just make a promise." Song Fu stuffed the flower into his arms.

Liu Yihuai pulled out his hand to hug the cluster of flowers. "Why are you sending me flowers?"

"Aren't you finished, finished gifts?" Song Fu said. "Our handsome brother Liu has worked hard."

Liu Yihuai's play was originally going to take two months to finish, and the rumors boiling on the Internet had too much impact, but it was unrealistic to change the protagonist after it had been on for so long, so the screenwriter changed the script overnight and died early for him, a male actor, from the original ancient puppet to a big heroine. His Adam's apple moved, and his voice was a little soft, "How do you know?" ”

"I'm your lawyer now, and I have the right to know everything about you." Song Fu raised her chin, looking as proud as she looked, she said, "In order to celebrate our sweet brother's hard work, I invite you to eat Guanye Street." ”

"You should have asked." Liu Yihuai was hugged by her shoulders. "Also, I haven't signed yet, and you're not my lawyer."

"You're not going to abandon me?" Song Fu pretended to be aggrieved and wanted to cry.

Liu Yihuai looked sideways and laughed, "You are not suitable for acting." ”

"What are you doing, Liu Yihuai!!"

"Then why do you call me Brother Sweet!"

"How sweet you used to be!!"

"I haven't!!"

The figures of the two elongated the shadow of the dim street lamp and stood side by side. The boy holding the flowers was wrapped in a heavy hat and mask, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and the girl next to him had a bright smile on her face, and her eyebrows were hung with a moonlit night starry river, as if she had sprinkled a handful of bright stars on a rainy night, she reached out to hit the boy's shoulder, and the boy carefully moved the flower cluster to the other side, for fear that the petals would fall.

A passer-by hurriedly walked past them, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the eye-catching man and woman, and cursed in a low voice, "Childish ghost!!" ”

Song Burial originally asked Xiao Tang to ask the client to be the morning before, but the dean went back to the countryside, so it could only be changed to this morning, she came very early, Song Burial took the key downstairs in the law firm and saw a chubby middle-aged woman, wearing an ordinary coat, holding a cloth towel in her hand, wiping the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes from time to time.

"You're so early." Song Fu stepped forward with a smile: "You are Dean Li." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Who are you? Dean Li hurriedly put the cloth towel in his hand into his pocket.

"My name is Song Fu, and I am your entrusted lawyer." Song Fu said. "Let's go up first, let's talk slowly."

The weather is warmer, but the wind is still freezing, such weather, it will not be warm until after ten o'clock, Dean Li doesn't know how long she stood downstairs, the wind blew her nails a little black, Song Fu took a cup of hot water and handed it to her.

"Xiaoxiao was raised by me since I was a child, she was only five years old when she first came to the welfare home, pitiful, her parents are dead, relatives are unwilling to adopt, occupy her family's property, and think of the law to twist her into the welfare home." Dean Li said with his hand on the hot water cup. "Little by little, I watched her grow up and become a talent, and I originally wanted her to go outside and do her own business like the children in other welfare homes. She was kind and sensible, and said that she was reluctant to let the dean's mother and wanted to stay in the welfare home to help. She likes children, every child is taken care of, children like her, and they call little mom little mom around her, which is very cute. Saying this, her brows were loosened, as if she had fallen into memory, as if she had returned to that beautiful afternoon, she sat in a rocking chair, watching a group of children running around the yard, and the smaller baby was holding on to her little legs and feet, and her milk was ready for the little mother to hug.

"Then I had a health problem." She frowned.

"I had to leave the welfare home to go to the hospital for recuperation, and after I submitted an application to the Welfare Charity Commune, they appointed a new director. That boy looked like a real person, so I was relieved to hand him over. I've been gone for a year or two, and half a month ago I thought about going back and seeing. ”

"Who knows.... Xiaoxiao was originally a bright girl's family. ”

As she spoke, she shed tears again, and with some trembling eyes, she took out the cloth towel from her pocket, rubbed her eyes, and wiped her tears on the embroidered cloth towel.

Song Fu's hand holding the tissue silently retreated, "How are you sure that the current dean did it?" ”

"I didn't know it at first, it was Uncle Liu who delivered the food, and he said he had seen it." Dean Li wiped away his tears again.

"The entire welfare institute knows that none of those people are willing to stand up and help Xiao Novel a word." She said resentfully.

Song Fu frowned, "You mean, everyone in the welfare home knows about this matter?" ”

"They can't wait to see a little bad." Dean Li said. "I asked them all over the place, but no one was willing to tell me, if Uncle Liu hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known."

"Who is Uncle Liu? How many layers of credibility are there in what he says? Song Fu continued to ask.

"Uncle Liu is the old man who started to deliver food to the canteen in our old welfare home, and he has been in charge of the supply of canteen dishes for more than ten years." Dean Li sniffled. "He's honest."

"Take me to meet this Uncle Liu." Song Fu said.

Dean Li nodded, put the somewhat wrinkled cloth towel back into his clothes pocket, stood up a little panicked, put the water cup on the table, and patted the corner of his clothes, then raised his head and looked at Song Fu, "I'll take you over." ”

"I'm in trouble." Song Fu bowed slightly.