It's a lonely street, out of place compared to the surrounding long streets, and the sunset on the dilapidated street signs at the end of the street reflects a hint of residual warmth, making it even more lonely.

This street, called Nanshui Lane, was originally a prosperous area of Xibin, and it was a very lively night market in the early days. However, with the development of new towns and the booming tourism, the long coastline of Nishihama has gradually become the first choice for holidaymakers.

After moving from Nanshui Lane in Chinese New Year's Eve, the lonely orphanage was even more eye-catching on this not very long street, so there were fewer and fewer people.

The cold dew of October is followed by Chongyang, and the supple wind in the past carries a hint of late autumn chill, blowing sporadically passers-by have erected their necklines, and their steps are becoming more and more hurried.

"On September 9, he looked at the hometown platform, and he sent off the guest cup in another country. People are tired of suffering in the south, and Hong Yanna comes from the north. ”

I saw a young man shaking his head walking from the distance of Nanshui Lane, dressed in simple clothes, his thin coarse cloth coat was washed white by pulp, and he was about seventeen or eighteen years old. The childish face has a pretending to be intoxicated, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the eyes are clear, although the appearance is not outstanding, but it looks very gratifying.

"It's a good song in Shuzhong for nine days. But where is Shuzhong, and what is the strange place name of Wangxiangtai?" the young man groaned, muttering as he put down a pair of large wooden barrels full of white porridge in his hand, rubbing his sore arms back and forth.

The young man's name is Yang Ji, he grew up in the Nanshui Orphanage since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of people and warm society, and the sea of the four seasons like spring on the west coast has indeed attracted a lot of wild geese to come from afar to set up a nest, but the poems learned in these textbooks can rarely be understood, and he can only rely on his outstanding memory to memorize and entertain himself in his spare time.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the jade pendant on his chest, shimmering with a soft golden red sheen, and he rested, his palm gently rubbing the stone that had accompanied him since birth.

This piece of jade is not delicate and transparent, and the workmanship is even a little rough, only to see that it is red all over, the material is like a general red jade, and the oval embryo body is engraved with different shades of prismatic lines, which is disorganized, and it is considered a defective product in the antique market, only to be picked and picked on the stall.

The rough surface has been covered with pulp because it has been worn for many years, which looks a lot warmer, this jade pendant that looks worthless to others, but it is a talisman that he regards as a treasure, although the origin is unknown, but Yang Ji knows that it is extraordinary.

In his vague childhood memories, the earliest impression of disaster was a fire.

A blazing fire with black smoke rising from the sky.

The surroundings collapsed in the ashes, the room was like a burning cage, Yang Ji lay on the bed and opened his eyes, alone, only the ancient jade on his chest emitted a scorching red light, protecting him firmly.

He got up in a daze, his brain was a little blank, and he felt that he seemed to have missed something important, but the tongue of fire licked everything in the room frantically, only to hear the beam of the house "boom" falling, the wind pressure stirred and the high temperature instantly burned the hair to scorch, he didn't have time to think, walked out quickly, his thin body struggled to push open the burning wooden door, there was silence outside the door, only a gray and shrouded endless corridor extended into the invisible distance.

For many years, this strange picture of not knowing whether it was a dream or reality was deeply imprinted in his mind, as if it was a never-ending episode in life, fantastical and bizarre, but this ancient jade connected the unreal and the real, and it really existed.

Adhering to the principle of preferring to believe in it and not letting it go, Yang Ji has always taken it with him, and he has nothing, so how can he be qualified to dislike a stone that is willing to follow him?

He took the jade pendant from his neck and gently wiped it with the hem of his clothes, thinking about it, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

......

......

"Little ones, your beloved Brother Yang is back! "

Before stepping into the gate of the orphanage, Yang Ji yelled in a hoarse voice, and his vocal cords, which had not been soaked for most of the day, were shaken and ached.

The orphanage was not spacious, with its two-story mottled brick building and courtyard deserted at the end of the alley, and the walls were neat and tidy despite a little moss, but they diluted the desolate atmosphere a little.

"Scream something, the flower cat in heat in the backyard is not as loud as your stinky boy. ”

A soft laugh came from above. There is a high ponytail, a light and slender girl holding flower scissors, is standing on the escalator by the courtyard wall, white as a thin shellfish teeth full of smiles, rippling spring water, reflecting the red flowers and green leaves on the wall is more delicate.

Yang Ji was blushed by Fang Zhou'er's laughter, and shouted in embarrassment: "Fang Zhou'er, don't stand and talk without backache." How can it take an hour to make a round trip to this workhouse, and carry two large buckets, are you tired? What's wrong with the loud sound?!"

Not far away, several eight or nine-year-old boys heard Yang Ji's call and hurriedly ran over, and a freckled boy who ran to the front whistled and said: "I dare to call myself the eldest brother in front of Sister Zhou'er, don't be irritable!"

The fat boy running behind was panting and exclaimed angrily, "Ayi, you're too troublesome! Ouch!"

The boy named Ayi in front of him suddenly stopped, and the winter melon that couldn't dodge behind him rolled into a ball with the gurgling on his chest and back. Shouting and taunting sounded at the same time, and the scene was chaotic.

Yang Ji's expression froze, and he squeezed a look at Fang Zhou'er a little helplessly, Fang Zhou'er understood, smiled slyly, and said clearly: "Playing all day long, the energy is very strong." Why don't you work with Brother Yang Ji tomorrow!"

The two boys looked ugly when they heard this, and they got up from the ground and laughed silently, and the dirt that had not yet been photographed hung on their simple clothes, which was quite funny.

"That's right, let's go and get ready for dinner. Fang Zhou'er wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, crossed his waist and fingers, and looked like an eldest sister.

In the middle of the small courtyard is a banyan tree, and under the shade of the tree is a large rectangular stone table made of marble. After a while, after the dishes and chopsticks were laid, a few plates of fermented bean curd and a plate of fried crisp and green sprouts were served one after another, and a small bowl of braised pork was unexpectedly added.

Smelling the smell of meat that overflowed the yard, a tiger-headed little guy poked out half of his head from the bushes next to him, holding a few earthworms that were struggling to writhe in his hands, and his big clever eyes looked at the dining table and swirled.

"Little Tiger, why are you digging in the mud again! Don't move... How many times have you said to wash your hands first!" the girl roared angrily with a red face, her swaying ponytail and wheat-colored skin full of youthful vitality.

Xiaohu retracted his hand covered with wet mud, put the dug earthworm back into the dirt pit, looked at the bowl of braised pork again, and licked his tongue unconsciously.

At this time, in the corner where no one was paying attention, a stretched car without a license plate was parked at the side door of the orphanage, and the director was talking to the people in the window, and suddenly stretched out his hand in the window and solemnly handed over something.

"It's... It's...."

In this cold and dewy season, sweat soaked the dean's clothes in an instant, and the dean's face appeared with the appearance of this object, and a shocked expression appeared.

After a brief conversation, the black sedan drove silently into the distance like a ghost.

"Dean... Hmm, why did you add food today? I didn't even know that I had eaten one of the last braised pork a long time ago!"

Fang Zhou'er on the side swallowed slowly, sandwiched a piece of meat between a few boys from time to time, and teased him aggressively: "When you are growing your body, you can eat more if you have one, and you are not afraid of eating the poor dean." ”

Dean Dong, who usually likes to gag with children, paused with his chopsticks but did not answer, the wrinkles on his thin face seemed to be deeper, and his gray hair swaying in the wind seemed to be whiter.

"Ahem..." Dean Dong's face was a little stiff, and he seemed to feel that his fingers were also a little stiff, so he put down the dishes and chopsticks and rubbed his face vigorously.

Yang Ji and Fang Zhou'er's faces stiffened when they saw this, and they also put down the dishes and chopsticks in their hands.

Ayi, who was gobbling up, sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, and pushed the winter melon that almost buried his face in the bowl with his elbow, and the other two children also stopped their movements with hindsight.

Even Xiaohu, who had a confused expression, vaguely remembered that when there was an accident in an orphanage, the director was unusually taciturn.

A strange look flashed on Dean Dong's face, cleared his dry throat, and said bitterly, "There is good news... In a few days, Fang Zhou'er will go to Changjing with someone to adopt a famous family in Changjing...... It's a good guy. ”

As the sun sets, the sky seems to be a little darker.

"That's great news......"

Yang Ji frowned, suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes, and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he was just silent.

Fang Zhou'er, who was unprepared, fell to the ground with a "clatter", and his face turned pale.

After all, she was just an ignorant girl, she never thought that the pain of parting was so sudden, this is her small world, but the dean's words want to cut off all her ties with this world.