An Hai replied in a low voice and was about to leave when he saw a photo on the dean's desk and stopped.
"Dean, what is this photo?"
An Hai pointed to the girl in the photo, looked at the dean and asked.
"Although the child Xinru has known that she is an orphan since she was a child, she is very optimistic, studious, and sensible. This is a photo of the child Xinru on her eighteenth birthday. You can see how happy she is when she smiles.
A smile seems to have a magical power that makes people happy unconsciously when they see it.”
The dean took out the photo, handed it to the man in front of him, and smiled kindly. Liu Xinru is the most optimistic of all her children. This optimistic attitude not only brings to the children in the orphanage, but also
It also affects everyone who meets Liu Xinru.
"When is her birthday?"
An Hai took the photo from the dean's hand with a low and hoarse voice.
The director responded enthusiastically, "It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival three days later, the day when she first came to the orphanage. As you know, Mr. Gu, most orphans don't know when their birthday is."
"Three days later?" An Hai said to himself, and suddenly laughed, his eyes still a little hazy.
"Dean, can you send me a photo?"
When An Hai raised his head again, he once again had that stern look, and seemed to have something different.
"Since Mr. Gu likes it, please cherish this photo."
When the dean heard An Hai's words, he said to the man in a meaningful way. He suddenly thought of something and looked at An Hai happily.
"Mr. Gu, the courtyard celebrates the birthdays of the children here every year, including the children who leave here. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xinru will definitely come here to celebrate his birthday. If Mr. Gu has time, he can celebrate his birthday with the children.
It’s like celebrating a birthday.”
The dean excitedly suggested that Xinru would be very happy if the man in front of her celebrated her birthday with her.
"She won't come."
An Hai carefully put the photo into his pocket, said with restraint, turned and left.
"Mr. Gu, what do you mean?"
The dean caught up, looked at An Hai in disbelief, and asked carefully. No! She must be old to have random thoughts.
"Xinru had an accident and passed away three days ago."
An Hai paused for a moment, did not look back, left a word and strode out.
"My heart is like, my child!"
When the dean heard An Hai's words, she froze on the spot. After a long time, she started to cry heartbrokenly. She would never see the girl who always told her to eat well and take antihypertensive medicine on time.
Other children in the orphanage heard the director crying and ran over quickly. They asked the director sensibly what happened to the old man. After hearing the old man's explanation, although they could not really understand the meaning of death, they thought of it.
After they could no longer see their hearts as aunts, they all cried.
"Uncle Gu!"
The little girl ran to the door of the orphanage panting, rushed to the man's back and shouted breathlessly.
Hearing the familiar name, An Hai turned around unconsciously. When he saw it was a little girl, he shook his head mockingly. What happened to him? The silly girl had obviously left, and he had obviously accepted this fact.
, why do I still have expectations every time, hoping that she is still here, and then let myself experience this extremely disappointing feeling again and again.