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, the death penalty has become indefinite, I don't know if the old man wants to do something, he hesitates to spit out some news.

Although Xinqi didn't want to know about his biological parents, it made no difference to him whether they were abandoned or died.An orphan is an orphan, no matter what the reason is, he has long since lost his desire for "family affection".

But he still misses the orphanage that once took him in. If he doesn't go and take a look in person, he can't let it go. He often thinks about it, and it stirs his heart like a feather. Heavy, but itchy.

He was picked up by Xin Boren when he was less than one year old, and he has no memory of that place.With the information given by Xin Boren, after many inquiries, they finally found the right place.It is still there, and the scale is still small, but it has been renovated several times in the past 30 years. It still looks decent on the outside, and all the licenses are complete. It is a regular orphanage.

The two came here in a hurry, which naturally attracted the attention of the staff, so Xinqi cut to the chase and asked them if such a thing happened 30 years ago, did he come from here, and what was his real name? Where should it be from, and why was it taken in the orphanage.

The staff was very surprised and dutifully checked for him, but in the end they could only give a disappointing result - they couldn't find it.

Xinqi didn't have much hope at first. After 30 years, how could the electronic archives that were not perfect at that time survive.He came here just to fulfill a wish, and he didn't care too much about whether he could get the desired result.

The end of the new year is approaching, and the orphanage also adds a bit of festiveness.A few children were making snowmen on some snow, their little faces were flushed from the cold, and they were not too cold. They laughed and made noises, and grabbed a handful of snowballs and threw them at each other.A few children could not wait to start setting off small firecrackers. After a while, there was a sound, and then they stopped when they were caught by the teacher.The children, big and small, of different ages, just played together like this, and a few girls were still heartlessly sharing the snacks given by the teacher in the ice and snow.

Feng Yiyuan was walking and chatting with a female teacher, when he accidentally got hit on his back, there was an exclamation from the children, it was obvious that someone threw the snowball and missed the head and accidentally injured the guest.Just as the female teacher was about to apologize on behalf of the child, Feng Yiyuan thought of something, and suddenly became playful, picked up the little snowball that hadn't melted, rubbed some snow on it, and threw it back into the child's pile.

After all, the child was dexterous, laughed and dodged, and no one was hit.His action was tantamount to showing his position, and several children immediately surrounded him, pulling him to join their snowball fight.

Xin Qi himself was not good at this kind of exercise, so he had to stand and watch helplessly. When he was almost affected for the third time, the female teacher invited him into the room.

This should be a classroom for ordinary classes. The desks and chairs are arranged very neatly, and there are still some writing on the blackboard that has not been wiped clean. If you look at it, you can tell that the children who wiped the blackboard half-wiped and ran away because of their playfulness.Xin Qi's gaze fell around the classroom, and stopped directly at the corner of the last row against the wall.

There was still a little boy there, six or seven years old, wearing an off-white sweater, leaning on the heater, writing something on the desk.Xin Qi was far away, and could clearly see a long strip of red paper spread out on the desk, and the written part hung outside, in black calligraphy.

Facing a piece of paper, the little boy is copying couplets carefully.He seemed to feel that someone was coming, and when he stopped writing, he raised his head timidly.

The female teacher immediately told Xin Qi that the child's name was Lu Yang, and he came to the orphanage three years ago. Both his parents died in a car accident, and he was the only one in the family of three.The child was irritated by the car accident, and has always been shy about getting close to others, and is very introverted.In addition, due to physical illness, strenuous exercise is not suitable, and other children are chasing and playing outside, so he just sits in the classroom and writes and draws.

She kept her voice low, as if she was afraid that the children would hear her.Xinqi looked at the boy who had resumed writing, and casually asked what was wrong.

"He has asthma." The female teacher sighed softly, her eyes were filled with worry and pity, "He was a pretty good child, with a pretty face and a kind heart, so why... well, it's really nothing Seriously ill, but when those parents came to ask, they immediately gave up on adopting him."

Xin Qi frowned, and the female teacher quietly observed his expression, thinking that he was the same as those people, but instead of turning around and leaving, he even moved closer and sat in front of the boy.

In fact, he didn't approach quickly, and he specially gave the other party a moment to pay attention, but the boy seemed to be frightened, and the pen in his hand fell to the table with a "click".

Xinqi watched him sit up straight in an instant, leaning his back against the back of the chair, his whole body froze in place, showing an expression of aggrieved crying, but biting his lower lip desperately, refusing to let the tears fall.

"Are...are you afraid of me?" Xinqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and for a while thought he was some kind of monster with green face and fangs.

The boy didn't even dare to look at him, and cast a look of help to the female teacher.The female teacher immediately stepped forward to comfort her, saying that uncle didn't mean anything malicious, but just wanted to ask you a few words.

Xin Qi asked straight to the point: "Do you want to go with uncle?"

As soon as the boy heard his words, tears came down immediately, and he shook his head desperately.The teacher hurriedly said that you should not refuse in such a hurry. Uncle's family conditions are better than here, and he can send you to a regular school. You should think about it carefully.

The boy still shook his head, Xinqi asked again: "Why don't you want to leave?"

"It's, it's pretty good here." He said with a sob, "And I... I'm sick, so I can't be, be like them. Uncle can go and adopt... a better one."

His voice became smaller and smaller, until the last sentence was almost no louder than the buzzing of mosquitoes.Xinqi heard it clearly, and he understood it, and couldn't help being startled, and then an indescribable sourness appeared in his heart.

He sighed softly, put his right hand into his pocket, took out something and put it on the desk in front of the boy.

When the boy saw the can of spray, he understood it instantly. He was stunned for a while, then he raised his head and looked at him with big teary eyes.Sobbing for a long time, he hesitated to take a similar thing out of his pocket.

Putting two cans of spray together, the one in the back is a size smaller, which looks like a parent-child pack.Although the brands are different, they are almost the same thing. Xinqi curled his lips and smiled softly.

He stretched out his arm and touched the boy's head: "Would you like to go with uncle now?"

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The boy bit his lower lip and said nothing.

The female teacher never expected such a development, and answered the words with some difficulty: "You..."

Xin Qi followed her steps, did not press Lu Yang any further, stood up and leaned against the window, and said in a calm voice: "Actually, asthma has a certain self-healing property. There is a high possibility of recovery, as long as you don’t come into contact with allergens, you won’t relapse in your life.”

He looked at Lu Yang, showing a helpless and regretful smile: "I wasn't that lucky back then, and I haven't recovered until now. When I got sick, I died. When I saw children who had similar experiences to me, I felt a little... Can't help it."

What he said came from the heart.Thinking about it now, the reason why he was not cured was probably Xin Boren's fault. That old bastard didn't treat him as his son at all, and he couldn't even talk about treating him seriously.When he was Lu Yang's age, he didn't know that he had asthma. He didn't have an adult to teach him, so he didn't know whether he was sick or just poor in physique. He naively thought that if he exercised more, he could catch up with others—— Finally, I was overwhelmed and fainted during a long-distance running test. I took it to the hospital and asked the doctor to find out what was going on.

Self-deprecatingly ticking the corners of his lips, Xin Qi withdrew himself from the memory, and found that he did not hate Xin Boren as much as he imagined, but was more helpless and emotional.

The past is over, and there is no point in pursuing it any longer, so why bother embarrassing yourself.

The female teacher couldn't answer, so she had to look down at Lu Yang.The boy was holding the two cans of spray and didn't know what he was comparing. After looking over and over for a while, he handed it to Xinqi timidly: "Uncle, return it to you."

Xin Qi didn't answer it right away, but stroked his hair again with his hand outstretched, only to be bumped into by Feng Yiyuan who just came in from the door.The latter saw the spray in the boy's hand before he could take it back at a glance, and he understood everything in an instant after being dazed.

He noticed the way Xinqi looked at the child, and murmured unconsciously: "You didn't tell me you wanted to..."

The second half was cut off by himself for some unknown reason, and he walked towards several people.Xin Qi put away his can, and reached out to sweep the snow that was thrown from Feng Yiyuan's body, but he caught his finger: "Hey, don't touch it, it's cold. It will melt in a while."

He didn't care that the dark coat on his body was whitewashed like splashed paint, and even his hair was not spared, which showed that he had just gone through a "bad battle".Xin Qi frowned suddenly, half covered his nose and suppressed two coughs: "It smells like firecrackers, are you under siege?"

"Don't mention it, these little bastards." Feng Yiyuan waved his hand and said to the female teacher, "Teacher, you have to take good care of them, let them play with such a dangerous thing, what if something happens? "

The female teacher quickly apologized, and went out without saying a word to catch those little bastards who didn't know what to do.

Feng Yiyuan took off his coat, perhaps because the house