Song Shenyan didn't care about this small sign, but when she caught a glimpse of the words on it, she was stunned.

When I squatted down and picked it up, the brand had lost its original red color, turned dark, and some gray, and it looked like it had been many years.

There was a passage written on it.

May you have today every year, may we get what we want, not for a long future, but for the morning and twilight not to forget.

Huo Yan stood in front of her, sensing that her emotions were not quite right.

"Donor, this is the prayer card put by the predecessors, give it to me." The little monk guarding the tree on the side came over and wanted to take the sign.

Song Shenyan came back to his senses: "I'm sorry." ”

Then hand him the sign.

The little monk hung the sign at the highest place with the long pole next to it, and the wind blew up the red rope that fell under the card, and countless red ropes flew in the wind.

She looked at the sign intently, as if she saw Song Tan when she was young, it was her handwriting, but how could there be such a coincidental thing in this world.

"Let's go inside." Huo Yan tugged at her sleeve.

After the two of them went in, they bowed and put some gas money, and she didn't think about anything when she closed her eyes and put her hands together.

She herself is still Xie Tangyu.

It is better to seek others than to seek oneself, and it is better to seek Buddha than to seek fate.

Although she didn't believe in these things, she was still shocked by the divinity when she stood in the entire temple, and many pious people came and went praying for blessings.

Finally, when she opened her eyes, she meditated.

"I hope you can always bless this place." Raise your head and look at the Fugen Bodhisattva standing in the main hall.

After going out, Huo Yan and she went to the old site of the orphanage, and when they asked the villagers, they all said that it had been demolished and rebuilt and turned into a Tuancun Primary School.

But some of the archives from the past should still be there.

After arriving at the school, Huo Yan negotiated with the security guard for a long time before the other party let him go, there are many students in the school, safety first, and there can be no mistakes.

An elderly dean of education walked out to greet the two men.

"Mr. Huo, please inside."

The reason to use it is donation.

How can there be a school that thinks that there is little money, everything is easy to say.

After explaining his intentions, the dean of education was obviously hesitant.

"It's not that I don't want to help, the orphanage has been demolished for several years, the previous staff don't work here, and the old dean has been dead for a long time, and we really don't know where the archives are."

"Can we meet the Dean? Maybe he has some clues. ”

Huo Yan had a sense of oppression as soon as he spoke, not to mention that he was tall and fierce, and he was very threatening when he wasn't smiling.

The dean hesitated: "I can't do this, I have to ask, wait for me for a minute." ”

About ten minutes later, a woman in a dress walked in, looking at her age of more than thirty, well-maintained, her skin was very thin, and her appearance was not amazing enough, but she was stretched and had a very teaching and educating atmosphere on her body.

"Hello, I am the vice principal of the school, surnamed Yang."

She held out her hand.

Song Shenyan stood up and greeted her: "Hello Principal Yang." ”

After sitting down, she briefly explained her intentions, but she did not refuse, but asked them in detail, and seemed to be very willing to solve them.

"One building, two can also be, it depends on your sincerity." Huo Yan is wealthy.

The eyes of the dean on the side were straight, no one in this vicinity had ever seen such a big battle.

But this Principal Yang is very calm.

"That's not necessary, we accept reasonable donations, and thank you both for your kindness." She doesn't seem to care about the amount of money or the amount of money.

Halfway through, she answered two phone calls, and her face was obviously different when she hung up, and after leaving the teaching director, she said to Song Shenyan: "The principal is willing to see you, but Miss Shen can only go alone, on the rooftop of the main building." ”

Huo Yan refused, Song Shenyan grabbed his sleeve and agreed directly.

"I'll go."

Since you are here, you must get useful clues, otherwise you will come in vain.

When she went to the rooftop, she had thought a lot, and guessed that the principal should be quite old, probably much older than Aunt Qing.

But the young man, dressed in casual clothes, looked at the students in physical education class in the playground downstairs.

"Long time no see, Miss." When he turned around, Song Shenyan was stunned for a moment.

It took me about two seconds to remember who it was.

"Shen Zhouli?"

Shen Zhouli is the adopted son that Shen Ci has been selected by the side since he was a child, and he has been taking care of and training by his side, because he has never been formally adopted, invisibly, he will still be oppressed by his peers in the Shen family.

It's just that he himself doesn't seem to care.

His appearance is not brilliant enough, he is not short and tall, and he is also outstanding in clothes, but he has a natural magic.

That's the marginal people.

He is very intelligent, and there are very few people who have paid attention to him since he was a child, because he is a person with a weak sense of existence.

"It's you." Song Shenyan was a little surprised.

She walked over, and the school gate could be seen from here, so he must have seen it from the beginning, or maybe he had been waiting for her here for a long time?

I don't know why, she occasionally feels terrible, and she is surrounded by some unpredictable prophets, which makes her extremely stupid.

"I thought it would take you a while to get here." He took off his watch and placed it on the large table with a pair of worn desks on the side.

"Song Tan, your aunt, she lived here for a while when she was a child, the old director of the orphanage took care of her, and Xuemei was once the first batch of orphans in the orphanage."

"When she was about ten years old, Xuemei was adopted, but the adopter was actually a trafficker, she would package the little girl very well, and sell it to people with specific needs at the age of eighteen, Song Tan had been in contact with Xuemei for many years, and Xuemei asked Song Tan for help for the first time. When Song Tan rescued people, a fire burned them to death. When she was a child, Xuemei's life was okay, she could dance and play the piano, and after she escaped, she was directly admitted to Beicheng Art School, and this process also had the help of Song Tan, and the specific ones could not be found. ”

"I'm looking for someone." She wanted to ask about Aunt Qing's whereabouts.

Shen Zhouli glanced at her and shook his head: "There is no hope." ”

Xie Tangyu used all the manpower and material resources close to here, but Aunt Qing seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and Shen Zhouli knew about this.

Tuan Village is so big that it can't escape at all.

"How did you look into this, and why are you the headmaster here?"

Shen Zhouli didn't hide it: "I thought you really wanted to kill Song Tan." ”

"What do you mean?" Song Shenyan felt a little funny.

Shen Zhouli, who has always been gentle and calm, will also say such things, he can be called the best talker in the Shen family, no matter what he does, he has no temper.

Even when Shen Ci scolded him in front of people, he was just obedient.

"She forced my mother to death when she chose me as her adopted son."

Shen Zhouli's matter, Song Shenyan has heard a sentence.

Because he was afraid of elevating the status of his parents after adoption, Shen Ci deliberately chose some poor side branches, preferably lacking the support of his parents.

Shen Zhouli lost his father when he was very young, and his mother was not in good health, and after he died, he was taken to Beicheng by Shen Ci to take care of him.

It turned out not to be a natural death.

It's fair to exchange a life for a life.