The man who successfully attracted the attention of the man looked over to Ning Qiu's side, "Oh, you guys just came back, haven't you got the lollipop yet?" ”

The man walked over, took out a lollipop and handed it to Little Bean, and touched his head with his hand, showing that he liked children very much.

said jokingly to Ning Qiu: "You big kids don't have lollipops, there is a cake on the table, go eat it." He patted Ning Qiu's shoulder with his hand and motioned for her to eat quickly.

Ning Qiu hid the disgust in his eyes and said politely, "Thank you." He pulled the little bean and walked quickly to the table on the other side of the hall.

The older girls in the orphanage, who are usually here, saw Ning Qiu coming over, a girl with straight black hair, wearing a school uniform like Ning Qiu, and crooked eyes, beckoning to Ning Qiu: "Ning Qiu Ning Qiu!" Come on, this cake is delicious. ”

Xiaodouzi saw the toy on the table: "Sister" pulled Ningqiu's hand, just like a toy running over.

Ning Qiu picked up the cake handed over by Ling Yao'er, picked up the fork and ate it in small bites.

Ling Yao'er was lively by nature, and she was the only one who could say so many words to Ning Qiu, who had always been cold: "Ning Qiu, have you seen it, although this new dean is an uncle, he is really handsome." "Eating the cake while looking like a nymphomaniac.

"yes, yes, it's really handsome, and it's good for us. We were brought so much food and new clothes, all upstairs. ”

Ning Qiu looked at Yueyue, who was eating a mouth full of cakes.

teasing: "Why, there are no handsome guys in your school." ”

"Oh, Sister Ning, how can you think that junior high school boys are as mature as girls, sometimes I feel like I'm an old woman." Yueyue, who was tied with a ball head, pretended to be sad, causing everyone to laugh.

Ling Yao'er was unwilling to pull Ning Qiu again and said, "Ning Qiu, did you say that this new dean is married?" ”

"Nope." There was a mocking sound from behind.

"Yikes! You're scared me to death, Wu Fan! Ling Yao'er screamed.

Wu Fan and Ning Qiu are from the same school, but because they are divided into arts and sciences, they are in different classes.

Ning Qiu looked at this thin and tall boy, his black hair was about to cover his originally good-looking eyes.

Ning Qiu ignored Wu Fan and continued to pay attention to the man over there who was still playing with a few children.

Ling Yao'er unceremoniously snatched the cake in Wu Fan's hand: "Hmph! I didn't say anything about it for you, the boy! ”

"Cut" Wu Fan shrugged his shoulders absently.

Ning Qiu noticed that Wu Fan didn't ask what he had just said, "Wu Fan, how do you know that the new dean is not married." ”

As soon as they heard this topic, the little girls around them became excited, and Ling Yao'er said, "Yes, yes, how do you know?" ”

Wu Fan didn't understand why the girl was interested in this kind of thing, but he still explained: "I accidentally heard what the old dean said yesterday. ”

"In this way, such a good man is not married." Ling Yao'er sighed with emotion.

Ning Qiu looked at the man in the distance, he hadn't been married once now, so it was even more strange.

"Everyone, be quiet." Dean Zhong slowly stepped down the stairs from the side and stepped on his high-heeled leather shoes.

"Children, I think you've all heard that from today onwards, I can't be with you. This is the new dean, Li Huai. But after many interviews, he has an unexpected love for this career. You must listen to him. A trace of tears flashed in the old dean's eyes, and he was reluctant.

Ning Qiu looked at Dean Zhong, who had taken care of him since he was a child, and his heart was a little sour, but he also understood that Dean Zhong's health was really not good recently, and her daughter had also come several times and said to take her home.

"Okay, then we'll leave the rest of the time to the new dean." Dean Zhong gestured to Li Huai after speaking.

Li Huai helped Dean Zhong down the stairs, he was completely a descendant who respected his elders, and it could be seen that Zhong Lao was also very satisfied with him.

"Ahem," Li Huai looked a little nervous, "Hello everyone, I am the new dean who will accompany you in the future, I have never been married and have no children, but I like children very much." ”

hesitated for a moment, "Maybe all of you will ask, why can't you get married and have a child by yourself, there are various reasons." But that's why I'm able to get to know all of you and get along with all kinds of kids. Thank you. ”

Although everyone was reluctant to give up on the old dean, under Li Huai's sincere speech, everyone was immersed in new joy.

Ning Qiu was below, looking at the gentle and shy man on the stage, if she knew what happened after that, she would probably have fled here a long time ago.

On the 101st day of the arrival of this man.

Ning Qiu was lying on his slightly cramped bed, feeling that someone was pushing him, and when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a panicked young face.

Ling Yao'er sobbed in a low voice: "Ning Qiu, Ning Qiu, what should I do, please, help me." ”

Ning Qiu opened his lips slightly, but he couldn't make a sound, Ning Qiu wanted to tell Ling Yao'er not to cry first.

But Ling Yao'er's crying voice became more and more painful, and she seemed helpless and lonely in the dark.

Then a door behind Ling Yao'er creaked open, and a bright light shone into the originally dark house, and a man with a blurred face rushed in and dragged Ling Yao'er's dark and smooth hair like a door without saying a word.

Ning Qiu watched Ling Yao'er, who was powerless, being dragged away, and was shocked, and wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound, this feeling was helpless and anxious, Ning Qiu wanted to stretch out his hand, but his body couldn't move.

Then, the man's big hand grabbed Ling Yao'er's fragile and slender neck like a doll, ignoring Ling Yao'er, who was blushing, and pulled her back roughly.

A hoarse voice of pain came from the air, and even so, Ling Yao'er still looked at Ning Qiu with hopeful eyes.

Ning Qiu desperately tried to break free to pull the opposite hand, but his body weighed a thousand pounds, and it seemed that he would stab the blades around him in all directions.

In his sight, he could only watch Ling Yao'er crying and helplessly being dragged away by someone, and how ironic it was that he only stretched out a pale hand.

Suddenly, the bright light at the door swallowed Ning Qiu, as if sucking up all the oxygen in the air, Ning Qiu instantly had difficulty breathing, and cold sweat broke out on his head, but then the heat wave that came to his face evaporated instantly, and there was only a scorching pain.

The smell of smoke was full of snort, and the scorching pain made it difficult for him to breathe, Ning Qiu was instantly dizzy and his eyes were black, his body seemed to fall, and he couldn't even scream.

Don't-

Ning Qiu opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes tingled, and his body regained his senses.

As if I had survived the catastrophe, I took a big breath of air, squinted at the sun that had set in the west, and I had slept all afternoon against the shade tree behind me, but it felt like a century had passed.

Ning Qiu stroked his cheek with a slightly trembling hand, with a hint of moisture, is it tears?

The eyelashes were a little moist, and the slightly heavy feeling made me unable to open my eyes, and the feeling of only the residual sun was bleak as the sun set.

After Ning Qiu woke up, he still smelled a trace of burning paper, it turned out that it was not all a dream.

Just in front of a tombstone diagonally opposite Ning Qiu, dust and flames were vaguely wafting from below, black mixed with a degree of gray, blending with the remnant sun, looking out of place, but seamlessly integrated, like a painting out of touch with the world.

At this time, is there still anyone burning paper money?

Aren't they all advocating civilized memorials now, and even most areas of the Chinese New Year are free of firecrackers, let alone sweeping tombs.

Ning Qiu stood up as if looking from a distance, except for the tombstones, there was no half a figure, it seemed that he left while he was asleep.

Summer time was extended, and Ning Qiu looked at the watch in his hand, it was already nine o'fifteen, but the sky was still bright, and before he knew it, he had been here for a day.

Suddenly, a hoarse and low male voice sounded behind him: "Yo! It came early. ”

With a relaxed tone, but no joke, Ning Qiu turned to look at the emaciated person who was half a head taller than him, which was different from the last time they met.

Wu Fan was obviously carefully dressed, only after washing and trimming his hair, revealing his thin but clean facial features, and his eyes as delicate as in his memory, but he had long lost his former brilliance, even if it was a slim and customized suit, he still couldn't hide his own emaciation.

How has this person lived in the past ten years? For the first time, Ning Qiu had doubts in his heart.

Wu Fan ignored Ning Qiu's gaze, looked at the tombstone in front of him, as if looking at a treasure in the world, and solemnly put the bouquet in his hand slowly in front of the tombstone, for fear of breaking it.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if he were one with heaven and earth, and engaged in a three-minute silence.

Ning Qiu silently stood aside and watched this scene, without bothering, this was about ten years later, this was the first time that this man showed his heart without reservation, of course, Ning Qiu knew that it was only this time.

Because, how sad Wu Fan is at this moment, how resentful he is.