Otherwise, discomfortable breathing can easily cause heart attacks and cause death.

They are not worried about immortality's body, but about immortality and death that will implicate them.

So when they are in a bad mood, they can only vent on others.

For them, the children in the orphanage are just their punching bags and their tools for venting their emotions. Anyway, they dare not complain, and no relatives will make decisions for them.

At this time, there was a tall and thin figure in the small dark room.

Because it was too dark, I couldn't see the man's face clearly, and I could only see a contour of his body. The boy turned his back to the door and was hitting the wall with his forehead, one after another, as if he didn't know the pain.

"Brother Qinglang, I'm Xiaoxiao." The soft voice of the child came from outside, and the boy's impact was paused.

Afterwards, the voices of Changsheng and Xixi also came from outside.

The boy stopped the impact, and in the dark he turned around and came to the iron gate, his head low, but his vision did not fall on the door.

After a while, his lips moved and his throat made a few hoarse words: "Xiaoxiao, you?"

Are you Xiaoxiao?

Outside the door, Xiaoxiao lay on the iron gate. Although the boy's voice was a little low, he heard it and hurriedly said, "Brother Qinglang, it's me, I am Xiaoxiao."

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao..." The boy murmured in the dark room.

The boy has the best relationship with Xiaoxiao.

In the Xingxing Orphanage, Xiaoxiao is a pistachio. She has a cheerful personality and likes to laugh. She smiles sweetly, just like his name.

Autistic teenagers also respond the most to Xiaoxiao.

"Brother Qinglang, are you hungry?" Xiaoxiao asked several times.

The voice of the boy came from the door.

"Hungry, I."

I'm hungry.

"Brother Qinglang, wait a moment, Xiaoxiao will give you food."

The door of the small black room could not be opened, and food could only be thrown in through the palm-sized window.

But the window was more than one meter tall, and even the oldest immortality could not reach it.

However, Xiaoxiao and the others have a solution.

They have already had experience in delivering food to the small dark room.

Xiaoxiaodadadadadada struggled to drag the chair.

Among the two, Changsheng, the oldest, cannot do heavy work in a chair because of his health, and Xixi cannot do even more in a wheelchair, so he can only come to Xiaoxiao, who is five years old.

The wooden chair is still very heavy for the five-year-old Xiaoxiao. It takes him a long time to drag the chair over.

However, Xiaoxiao had no complaints.

Xiaoxiao has always been a helpful child.

"Huh, it's here." Xiaoxiao finally dragged the chair to the iron gate and let out a long breath.

"Brother Changsheng, it's your place."

"good."

Even with a chair, Xiaoxiao's height still cannot reach the small window, but Changsheng is OK.

Changsheng carried a bag of steamed buns and rice, tied them tightly, moved his little hand to the window, and stuffed them in.

The steamed bun fell to the ground through the window with a squeak.

"Brother Qinglang, have you seen Fanfan?" Xiaoxiao asked.

In the small dark room, the boy was stunned for a while, lowered his eyes and looked, squatted down and groped, and soon got the bag of food.

Xiaoxiao's voice came from outside again.

"Brother Qinglang, did you get it?"

The boy blinked and said, "Get it, I."

I got it.
Chapter completed!