After hearing this, the middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said gratefully: "Thank you then."

"It's okay." Li Xiangming smiled, took the plastic bag in her hand for her, and then helped her walk to the side of the road.

"Young man, your heart is so good. What's your name?" asked the middle-aged woman with a kind face. It can be seen that she should be a well-educated person.

"My name is Li Xiangming."

"My surname is Zhang, just call me Aunt Zhang." The middle-aged woman said kindly.

"Auntie, why are you buying so many toys?" Li Xiangming asked strangely.

"I work in Red Star Orphanage, and these are all bought for the children." Aunt Zhang replied.

"Oh!" Li Xiangming seemed to be feeling a little emotional and murmured: "Actually, the children in the orphanage are quite pitiful."

"Yes." Aunt Zhang sighed and said with emotion: "The hearts of parents in the world are mostly abandoned by their parents, and I don't know how those parents made up their minds."

Li Xiangming nodded and expressed his approval.

Nowadays, some young men and women are becoming more and more open, only thinking about temporary comfort and not taking into account the consequences. When they give birth to a child, the man is afraid of responsibility and the woman is afraid of ugliness. As a result, the child is innocently abandoned.

You know, this is also a life!

If the children survive, after they understand this, you can imagine how much they hate their parents.

Physical trauma is not the most painful, but spiritual trauma is the most painful because it will accompany you for the rest of your life.

Li Xiangming recruited a taxi, and about twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped at the Red Star Orphanage.

Li Xiangming took the things and helped Aunt Zhang walk in.

The orphanage is not very big, and the house inside is very dilapidated, and there are no facilities around it. There are only a few camphor trees growing lonely.

"Auntie, there is nothing here. What do the children usually play with?" Li Xiangming asked.

"I haven't played, so I'll talk to each other after class." Aunt Zhang sighed and said, looking helpless.

It can be seen that this orphanage should not have much financial support and no one comes to fund it. It is conceivable how hard the children are living.

There was a little noisy in the classroom in front. Aunt Zhang frowned, as if a little strange, and said to Li Xiangming: "Help me over and take a look."

The classroom was very simple, with tables, podiums, blackboards, everything looked so old.

At this time, the children were gathering together to talk and laugh. They were not young, only about seven or eight years old, and their clothes were worn very worn, but their eyes were bright and they had smiles on their faces.

As long as the children have something to eat and play, it doesn’t matter even if the sky falls.

At this age, they naturally would not understand the sorrow of losing their parents.

The reason why people suffer is that they think too much and care too much, and they don’t have to think about anything or care about anything, so they are happy.

In a sense, is this a kind of happiness?

Seeing Aunt Zhang walk in, the students immediately returned to their seats and became quiet.

"Where is Teacher Xiao?" Aunt Zhang asked.

"I don't know, I haven't come yet." A little girl with a blue head rope said well.

Aunt Zhang nodded, and then said kindly: "This big brother beside me knows a lot of fun. Do you want to listen to his lecture?"

"I want to!" the children said in unison, their eyes staring at Li Xiangming at the same time.

Li Xiangming was a little embarrassed and looked at Aunt Zhang and said, "But I can't teach!"

"It's okay, just read the text for the children." Aunt Zhang said with a smile.

Seeing the children's expectant eyes, Li Xiangming was embarrassed to refuse, so he nodded in agreement.

Aunt Zhang was very relieved about Li Xiangming, and after giving Li Xiangming a few words, she left.

Li Xiangming walked up to the podium, looked at the children's faces, and then asked with a smile: "What do you want to hear?"

The classroom was silent, and the children were just looking at him without saying a word.

This situation made Li Xiangming a little embarrassed!

At this moment, the little girl with a blue head rope untied him again and said with a smile on her face: "I want to listen to the teacher singing!"

She smiled so beautifully, like a peach blossom, so pure and flawless.

A warmth immediately surged in Li Xiangming's heart, and then he smiled and said, "What song do you want to hear?"

"I want to listen to that song, "Dear, that's not love." The little girl replied with a smile.

After hearing this, Li Xiangming was a little surprised, and seemed to have not thought that she would say this song, so he asked, "How did you know this song?"

"Teacher Xiao often shows it to us, it sounds nice." The little girl smiled even better.

Li Xiangming nodded, then smiled and said, "If the teacher sang poorly, don't laugh at the teacher!"

In fact, he sang this song very well. He had already learned this song when he was in his second year of high school. At that time, he had a crush on Wan Xing'er. After hearing this song, he felt that this song was very similar to his feelings, so he learned this song. This song has always been on the music list on his mobile phone, and it has never been deleted.

That kind of youthfulness and ignorance is the most precious thing in his life.

Yes...Dear, that's not love!

That's just the throbbing of youth!

"The organ in the classroom, like the sound of your confession, the movements are always light. I smile and look at you after sending the letter, turning around and leaving, and I like your care with beautiful handwriting... You said that even if you hold hands, even if you agree, my dear is not love, just like a meteor that doesn't have time to make a wish. No matter how beautiful it is, it can only be the past. The promise that is too beautiful is too young, but my dear is not love, just like an elf living in the wrong forest, and that love is very transparent..."

The lyrics are beautiful and the melody is beautiful. Li Xiangming sang it very seriously, as if she had returned to that young and ignorant high school era. When he was in class, he always looked at the girl's back, hoping that she could look back at herself, but at the same time he was afraid that she would look back at herself. The contradictory pain and the contradictory beauty would linger in his heart.

He always remembers because it is the most beautiful thing.

After the song was sung, the children's applause rang out, and the children's faces were full of smiles. Li Xiangming felt very happy. It was also a very happy thing to bring happiness to the children.

"Teacher Xiao is here." At this moment, some student suddenly shouted.
Chapter completed!