Shen Xihuan was frowning and pondering, Song Zilin supported his cheeks with one hand, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he resumed his usual tone again, and said, "Huanhuan, I'll pick you up after school today, right?" ”

She couldn't help but roll her eyes implicitly, here it is again!

"Don't! I have an appointment. ”

"Appointment? And the one surnamed Wen? Where are you going? ”

How to drop? Do you want to be like the last time in the hot spring resort, Baba followed?

She replied angrily, "Cemetery." If you want to go to the place where the dead are buried, I can help you ask if you accept the living. ”

He didn't care, pouted and said, "He's still so boring, going to the cemetery on a date, what a quirk!" Huanhuan, if you don't think about leaving him, come with me, I will make you very happy. ”

She snorted coldly, "I'm happy enough, I don't care about you, thank you." Have you eaten well? Then I'm leaving, I still have to rush my homework, and I can't send it slowly. ”

"Huanhuan, wait." He put a business card in front of her, gilded on a white background, and only had a mobile phone number.

"To thank you for your lunch, I can fulfill one of your wishes. This is my mobile phone number, you put it away, I'm sure you'll be able to use it right away. ”

She froze expressionlessly for two seconds, finally grabbing the business card in her hand, and then leaving without looking back.

And Song Zilin kept looking at her distant back and took out a wooden sign from his pocket.

The sign was old and broken, and the engraving was still full of sludge, apparently weathered by the wind and rain, but his fingertips rubbed the words over and over again, and his eyes were dark.

It is engraved: May you be with love in the next life, the handwriting is strong and square, and it is from the hands of your own family.

But the word "Huan" at the check-in place is crooked and twisted, with different shades, presumably a novice, and a very old novice.

And this wooden sign is only one ninety-ninety-nineth.

Three hours ago.

Lin City Wheat Field Orphanage.

From the moment he set foot on the land of Lin City again, Song Zilin was split into two pieces. Part of him wanted to go back to the orphanage, while others wanted to cut out the memories of the past.

But he still came after all, and he specially "dressed up" and wore such a funny suit. He was afraid of being recognized, but he was disappointed when the dean only saw him as an ordinary "well-wisher".

yes, how could anyone still recognize him?

Didn't she even recognize her until now?

The dean declined his offer to donate money, saying that because all the Wheat Field Welfare Homes are directly managed by Shen's charitable fund, they do not accept one-on-one donations at this time. However, for the toys and stationery he brought, she accepted them with a smile.

Song Zilin, accompanied by the dean, walked around.

At this moment, they were standing at the back of a lodging building, and he remembered that the second room on the right side of the third floor was his and his brother's room, and there were eight children living in the room at that time.

Nothing has changed, just like before.

When he retracted his gaze, his gaze suddenly froze, and he saw a forest not far away.

The green fence is in a circle, and there is a sign at the entrance that seems to have words written on it. He involuntarily walked over, and then, he saw his name: Song Zilin's woods.

The white lacquered handwriting in Song style is now gray and yellow.

He looked up, and the leaves of the trees fell sloppily, making a "rustling" sound.

Behind him, the dean said, "This was planted more than ten years ago, for a child who died in a car accident. ”