Qi Youmian was hugged by the little girl, and said in surprise, "See you? Are your injuries better? ”

In fact, Qi Hengzhi has always told her about Ding Jianyou's treatment, and Ding Jianyou will also send her WeChat, but she can't read all the words, so she will send a voice.

Most of the children are old wounds, which need to be taken care of, and they can't be fattened in a few years.

But if you really hug it, you will still feel sorry for this skinny body.

This is already the result of Ding Jian's gain of a few kilograms.

Ding Jianyou hugged the fairy sister he wanted to see, looked up and showed a big smile, and nodded vigorously, "Mmmm, I'm already a lot better!" ”

The cheeks, which were originally thin to inverted, were obviously plump, and although the small face was still pointed, there was already an obvious fleshy feeling when pinched.

Qi Youmian saw the child's lively and clingy appearance now, and couldn't help but want to laugh, "That's good~"

Qi Hengzhi looked at it with a smile, "If you want to say anything, get in the car first, don't stand here, you will block other people's roads later." ”

Qi Youmian was sat in the back seat by Ding Jianyou's hand, listening to the child chattering and talking to her about what she had seen and heard after entering the big city.

When she glanced out of the car window with a smile, she happened to meet Wen Jiulan's gaze.

His eyes were dark, and his back was to the street light, like a thick pool of ink, which could not shine in a little light.

Qi Youmian didn't have time to look again, the window was slowly raised, and Qi Hengzhi also started the car and left.

Her eyes subconsciously chased after the figure, and after knowing that she couldn't see it, she was inexplicably a little lost.

That little bit of emotion was very light, because it was born after seeing Ding Jianyou.

Soon because of Ding Jianyou's action of dragging her hand, she was left behind by Qi Youmian.

Qi Hengzhi listened to the laughter in the back seat, his eyes swept in the rearview mirror, and he snorted softly as he watched the tall figure slowly become smaller and farther.

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"Mr. Wen, this is the list handed over by the person in charge of the foundation, all of whom are children who feel that the classical dance teacher thinks is good and can continue to develop after this semester's course."

The huge glass windows of the office building are clear and blue, and the view is extremely open, but the atmosphere inside the office is a little oppressive.

The figure whose face could not be seen clearly stood at the desk, reporting one by one.

Wen Jiulan looked down slowly, and in front of him was a huge pure black desk, the computer screen was shining, and there were several folders in the corner of the desk.

He heard his own voice, "Just keep going with the plan you made before." ”

The voice was low and cold, and the tone did not rise and fall at all, as if it was an emotionless robot.

The secretary at the table held the document and nodded, "Mr. Wen, let me tell you about the names of these people...... One of the children, the dance teacher repeatedly praised and told the head of the foundation that if our group did not sponsor, she would be willing to sponsor in her own name.

The kid was thirteen years old, and his name was Ding Miyu......"

Wen Jiulan felt that her heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat, and her voice finally took on a little popularity, and she asked a little hurriedly, "Which you?" ”

The secretary seemed to be taken aback by him, and hurriedly glanced down at the document, "Yes, it's the leisurely one." ”

knew that it was a coincidence, but when she really heard a completely different answer, Wen Jiulan could still feel that she was full of disappointment and loneliness.

"It's quite fate," after a moment of silence, in the tense atmosphere of the secretary's tense body, he finally spoke, "Since you have talent, let's cultivate it well." ”

The submitted list file was placed in the corner of the table.

Wen Jiulan could feel the movement of herself slowly flipping through, her fingertips crossed the corners of the sharp and flexible white paper, and the personal information was turned over one by one, and the name column on the last page was impressively printed with the words "Ding Jianyou".

Through the perspective of her body, Wen Jiulan saw a blue-background ID photo.

The girl stares directly at the camera, her skin pale from long-term malnutrition, her chin pointed, her eyes are large and round, and she has a bit of animal-like vigilance and defense.

Wen Jiulan suddenly felt a little disconnected - her body was calm inside, without the slightest ripple, but her brain was clamoring for familiarity, and she had a strange sense of familiarity with this little girl.

The folder closed softly, with a snapping sound.

Wen Jiulan trembled and opened her eyes.

His gaze was a little blank, and he stayed on the ceiling with several cracks for a moment, Wen Jiulan felt his consciousness slowly return to its place, and his rapid breathing slowly calmed down.

He lay down with his eyes closed for a while, the moonlight tonight was mostly obscured by the clouds, and the room was pitch black, and only a little outline of the furniture could be seen.

Wen Jiulan's chest rose and fell slightly, as if it didn't exist.

After realizing that something was wrong, every time he dreamed, he would desperately recall it after waking up, and slowly, every time he woke up from a dream, he would no longer forget everything, and he began to remember a lot of content.

Tonight's dream, he basically remembered it completely.

The small face on the ID photo made him feel torn and confused, and after waking up, Wen Jiulan remembered why he felt familiar.

The child I saw tonight and rushed into Qi Youmian's arms was seven points similar to the face on the ID photo.

It's just obvious that Ding Jianyou is still young now, and his facial features have not fully grown, and he is still a little childish.

And Ding Jianyou on the ID photo, thin and silent, full of vigilance, the round neck and short sleeves of the welfare home can't cover an old scar on the collarbone.

Wen Jiulan lay down for a while before she got up and turned on the lights in the room.

He sat down at the table, opened the notebook he had used to record his dreams, and wrote down the contents of his dreams tonight.

A notebook that is not too thick has already been half written.

The tip of the pen rustles on the paper, and the energy-saving light bulb above the head glows brightly white.

The uncles and aunts who were making breakfast on the first floor had already gotten up and started to prepare, and they could hear their uncontrollable voices and the crisp sound of pots and pans colliding.

The atmosphere was peaceful and calm, and when he heard Jiulan's pen, he was a little unspeakably anxious and bored.

He threw the pen down, his hands pressed to his forehead, and his breath was heavy.

Ding Jianyou has a talent for classical dance, and most of them have also made achievements, so he ...... Qi Youmian went to save her before she entered the welfare home, right?

Is he also the one who is simply saved?

Obviously, everything was laid out in front of him, Wen Jiulan still had some hope, and when he went to school the next day, he asked Qi Youmian softly.

"Yesterday's little kid ......"

Qi Youmian was a little surprised, he was rarely interested in other things, and when he thought of the president of the Wen family who funded Ding Jianyou in his previous life, he looked a little stunned.

"It was a child I met when I took leave to go to the countryside last time, and was abused by my father for a long time, so I helped him."

Wen Jiulan's eyes flickered, and he only responded in a low voice, "Hmm." ”

Kindness or guilt.

As long as she was willing to be by his side, he should feel satisfied enough.