Bazahei was stunned, but he wasn't too surprised, after so many years of getting along, Ding Bao was able to do such a thing.

There must be some external incentives behind her extreme and self-interested nature, and Bazahei wants to know more about her, and is willing to listen to her stories more.

"That was more than ten years ago, and I just came back from Ding's house......"

Ding Bao spent nearly half of his childhood in the Ding family.

With her name, Ding Bao returned to the orphanage, and the dean's mother glanced at her, didn't say anything, and led her back to the public dormitory.

It was a large empty room, with more than thirty beds in it, separated by men and women, and a curtain hung in the middle.

Ding Bao is old, so he was arranged in a position by the window, where he could install a small curtain by himself, and a small table was placed next to the small bed, the table was locked, and the key was kept by Ding Bao.

The dean's mother takes care of each child in every detail.

She came to Ding Bao's bed more than once before going to bed, sat down gently, and chatted with her.

Sometimes, Ding Bao pinned her feelings for her mother on the dean's mother, she would call the dean's mother before going to bed, and the dean would gently reply.

"Well, I'm here."

The orphanage is her home.

"You can always come back, and the dean's mother will always welcome you."

Ding Bao, who did not shed a single tear at the funeral, cried silently and wet the pillow that night.

During the day, Ding Bao would take his new siblings to do handicrafts, watch them play games, and help the children in the yard sew clothes.

The orphanage's finances have not been in good shape, and the director's mother coughs all the time in the fall, and the white shirt she wears on her body for as long as Ding Bao can remember.

Ding Bao felt sorry for her and understood her, so he continued to cut and repair the clothes that the big children in the yard couldn't wear, and left them for the little dolls to wear.

No one had any new clothes, but after Ding Bao's hands, everyone was wearing different clothes.

Ding Bao became a little parent of the children, playing with them and taking care of them.

Several children of the same age did not like her.

I didn't like it since I was a child.

Because Ding Bao is well-behaved and obedient, he can always get close to the dean's mother.

Xiaomo, the most beautiful boy in the orphanage, is only good to her, and follows behind all day long shouting "sister sister".

The main thing is that the children in the orphanage are the least likely to see people in a similar situation as themselves to do well.

This is already the default rule for everyone.

At about the same age, whoever is favored by the dean's mother can no longer integrate into their small collective.

Everyone has no father and no mother, why can Ding Bao monopolize the dean's mother?

Their dislike is not shown on the surface, and the children who grow up here have several appearances.

In front of the dean's mother, they interact with love.

In front of the adopters, they are well-behaved and smart.

But when all of these people who are higher than them are gone, they will show their true colors.

It's not bad, it's the kind of evil that comes from living in a childhood without any sense of security or belonging.

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Ding Bao knows that human nature is evil.

She also believes that human nature is inherently evil.

So when she found the needles in her pillow, there was no fluctuation in her heart, and after looking at the few people who had not come back on the left and right, she calmly picked up the pillow and switched it with the bed next door.

That night, there was a scream.

The dean's mother hurriedly turned on the light and came in, and the children in the whole room looked at her sleepily.

The girl cried out in a fluffy voice, pointing to her head and crying.

"It hurts, Mother Dean, it hurts here!!"

The Dean held a flashlight to her head for a long time, and finally found a thin thumb-length needle in the middle of her messy hair.

It just pierced into the scalp and pulled it out, but fortunately it didn't get into the head.

The dean frowned, took the needle and asked the girl.

"What do you play with at night?"

"Don't talk about me, someone stuck a needle in my pillow!"

"And who do you say?"

"Yes...... Yes, it's Ding Bao!! ”

Ding Bao on the side was sewing clothes under the lamp, and when his name was called, he only raised his eyelids faintly.

"Why do you say it's me?"

"You've got a needle! Your bedside wire box is full of needles! ”

Ding Bao looked at her, and there was no panic on his immature face.

"Who in this room doesn't have a needle? Dean's mother, the children are asleep, there is nothing to toss. ”

No definite evidence can be found, who cares who did it.

All the dean's mother could do was to comfort her.

The child has the vision to see it, and knows that it is useless for him to make trouble, so he can only lie down and sleep crying.

The next day, the children who were playing on the playground found Ding Bao and said that their ball had been accidentally kicked into the management room.

Looking back, the door of the management room was closed, because it was facing west, and there was no place to see much sunlight all year round.

There lived the caretaker, the former dean, who had retired as an administrative administrator in the orphanage, responsible for checking discipline after the lights went out every day, and was also responsible for the safety of the children.

This is an old man in his seventies, with a strange temper and strange appearance, saying that it was because he had a car accident when he was young and was disfigured, so he never married a wife and had children in his life, and lived in this small orphanage, living on a salary of 1,002 a month.

The children were afraid of him.

Because he is very fierce, he will beat people with a stick, although he is very old, but his strength is not small, and his temper is even more short-tempered.

Ding Bao didn't want to go either.

She told them to go to the dean.

But the children said that the dean knew that they had kicked the glass and would punish them.

They begged Ding Bao, because the ball was one of their few toys, and when it came to the old man's hand, he might burst it.

Looking at the anticipation in their eyes, Ding Bao still went.

In order to strengthen her courage, a little boy followed her to the door.

But when the door was knocked, the small door was opened with a "creak", and the musty smell made Ding Bao subconsciously squint his eyes.

The old man was bald, wearing an old flesh-colored shirt, fat and bulky, and his eyes were dilated, muddy and dead.

Ding Bao subconsciously clenched the stick hidden behind him, and had the courage to ask him for the children's balls.

I thought I would be beaten, but I didn't think about it, but he just let it go.

"Go in and get it yourself."

The little boy hurriedly slipped in, Ding Bao waited outside, time passed little by little, but there was no movement in the house.

Ding Bao was a little worried.

She subconsciously felt that something was wrong and shouted into the house.

There was still no reaction from inside the house.

Suddenly, Ding Bao heard a shout from inside.

"Sister Ding Bao! I'm stuck, come and help me! ”

The old man frowned and scolded.

Ding Bao hesitated for a few seconds, and finally walked into the dimly lit room.

As expected, messy and damp.

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