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"The dean is dead...... "Kokomi hid his face and cried, "Woo... The neighbor's uncle lied to me, mom... Mom is like this too... Woo..."

Wen Ding didn't know how to respond, and lowered his head.

The director of the orphanage died yesterday after a sudden heart attack and no one noticed, and the vice president held a memorial service that was attended by all the children and staff.

The dean was a very kind old man, wearing glasses, and the years had painted his face, leaving wrinkles.

He was very good to everyone, and although he was sixty-five years old, he did not retire, and he still worked as a dean and took care of the children.

The dean's salary is very meager, barely enough to support a person's living expenses, but he always says that he has a very good family that supports him to be the dean.

His body was found in his office, and when the vice president saw it, he was still holding a pen in his hand, slumped on a desk, with an unfilled form pressed underneath

On the same day, the staff of the orphanage wanted to contact the relatives of the dean, but the old dean's elderly machine did not have a password, but there were only work contacts in the address book, and there were no relatives at all.

The old dean was also an orphan.

Later, people who knew the dean raised funds to take care of his funeral and held a memorial service.

Wen Ding is the most troublesome child in the hospital, and he always likes to work against others, only the old dean has always said that children are rebellious and loves him very much.

Xinhai was sobbing beside him, Wen Ding's mind was buzzing all the time, and the only old man who was really good to himself was gone.

Xinhai didn't know when she pounced on Wen Ding and cried, she didn't choose to hold the doll, which stored Xinhai's memories of her dead mother.

"Mom is gone...... I'll never find her, Dean...... Woo...... The dean is also gone, he said...... You're going to watch me grow up. This is the first time that Kokomi knows that life is like a toy, and it will be lost when time comes.

Wen Ding reacted, but he didn't cry, he wanted to comfort Xinhai, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Maybe it's good to cry out." Wen Ding said to himself, but he couldn't cry anyway, he didn't even feel his sadness.

I don't know how long it took, Xinhai stopped crying, Wen Ding's clothes were already wet with her tears, and the staff on the stage were talking about something, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

Xinhai raised his head: "Will Brother Wending die in the future?" ”

Wen Ding subconsciously wanted to say that even though he was the same age as Xinhai, his mind was more mature than Xinhai and knew that people would eventually die.

“...... No, it won't. Wen Ding hesitated and said, he is not good at deceiving people, and likes to say things directly, so he doesn't have any friends.

"Can you stay with me all the time?"

Wen Ding nodded, Xinhai's personality was too introverted and she had no friends, Wen Ding was one of the few people she could communicate with.

"I'm your eldest brother, of course I'll always be with you."

"Woo... You hook up with me, don't lie to me..."

Wending stretched out his hand and pulled his heart together.

Kokomi stopped talking, clinging to the only support in front of her - she was actually afraid of being alone.

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