The woman was stunned by one of Nan Qiaomu's palms. She looked at Nan Qiaomu for a while, and then started to scream like a pig.
Some local people who were familiar with the restaurant owner were about to come forward to help, but they saw that behind Ye Huan and the other four, there was a group of burly men in black with strong bodies and tough faces, with awesome momentum.
The moving crowd immediately chose to watch and refused to stand up again.
The woman howled for a while. Seeing that the situation was wrong, Ye Huan's eyes were filled with anger. Seeing that his expression seemed to want to beat them up, the woman quickly shut up and dragged the male boss of Mou's past into the house.
Close the door tightly and never dare to come out again.
Ye Huan turned around and picked up Xiaoxiao, wiped the tears and dirty stains on her face with her sleeves, and turned her head to look at the crowds of people watching at the market. Some of them were truck drivers from other places, some of them were local restaurants and grocery stores.
The boss, they all looked at him in awe.
Ye Huan looked at everyone, and the sad memories of the evening scene many years ago surged into his heart.
Squeezing the endless emotions in his heart, Ye Huan hugged Xiaoqing and shouted to the onlookers: "We are orphans, we don't collect them, and we don't raise them, but we don't steal or rob, and we haven't reached out to beg you.
Our faces and hands are dirty, but our hearts are clean! We are not beggars, we were not before, and even more so! Don’t look at us with the look of beggars, the children who came out of our welfare home are all
A dignified person! Apart from a sad life experience, we are no worse than any of you!"
Nan Qiaomu and the other two stood behind Ye Huan, looking at his slightly trembling body, tears involuntarily flowed across their faces.
Holding Xiaoqing tightly, Ye Huan turned around and got into the car.
"Brother Huan, we are not beggars, right?" Xiaoqing asked in a low voice with his clear eyes.
Ye Huan focused heavily: "We are not begging, we will live happier than everyone in the future!"
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The convoy left the market, and the welfare home was not far from the market. In the short wall, a three-story old building stood alone, mottled, like an old man who was breathing, doing his best with his elderly and weak body.
It protects a faith that has lasted for decades.
Children with miserable backgrounds grew up and went out, and children who were still crying in their infants were brought in.
Year after year, the old building carries the suffering of children, witnesses the coldness of the world, and countless laughter and crying are staged in this building, ushering in new pain every year, and sending away the reluctant ones every year.
Pulling the column.
This is a corner forgotten by the world, but every child who goes out remembers it all the time. In addition to material scarcity, the most common thing in the old building is sweet happiness, which is particularly precious in poverty.
Ye Huan and the other two looked at Lao Lou, their eyes gradually getting wet. They recalled the old dean's angry curse, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of their mouth.
The four of them looked at each other, and there were warm smiles in each other's eyes.
Go home.
The convoy stopped in front of the welfare home gate, and a group of children surrounded him curiously, pointing at a row of Mercedes-Benz cars and talking.
Ye Huan walked out of the car with Xiaoqing in his arms and exhaled a long sigh.
The children stared at Ye Huan with a timid expression, and no one dared to come forward to speak.
Ye Huan's mouth was so big that he screamed: "You little bastards don't know me anymore?"
The children were so happy that they screamed.
"Brother Huan, it's Brother Huan!"
"Brother Huan and Sister Qiao Mu are back!"
"I'll call the dean..."
Ye Huan laughed loudly and stepped forward to pick up a child. Regardless of whether his face was dirty or not, he squirted hard on his face.
Monkey and Zhang Sanyi walked behind with an unhappy look on their faces. Monkey muttered hatred: "These little bastards only have Brother Huan in their eyes. Aren't we standing here alive? Listening to their tone, it's like we're dead.
It's the same as "..."
Wang Zhang nodded angrily: "That's it!"
A group of children surrounded Ye Huan and walked into the yard happily.
There is a small wooden house in the yard behind the old building, which is the residence of the old dean.
Everyone walked to the wooden house with a hunched body. The old dean slowly walked out with his hunched body, still in his breathy voice. He cursed and said, "What are the quarrels about?"
The children were not afraid of him, and they still laughed and made fun of each other.
Ye Huan smiled and stepped forward and said, "Old Dean, Xiao Huanzi will pay you peace, you are lucky."
As he said that, he even called him Qian'er.
The old dean squinted his eyes and looked at it for a moment, and snorted: "It turns out that you are the bastard who is back. Last time I hurt my dog talisman. Who do you want to harm this time?"
"Look at what you said, who can I harm such a kind and sunny child? The dog was unexpected last time. Why don't you praise me a few words?"
The old dean laughed and scolded: "You have the advantages of being a big deal! From childhood to adulthood, I have never been in trouble for me. Fortunately, you got out early, otherwise I would have to live ten years less."
Ye Huan was unhappy: "What are you saying? When I was in the yard, didn't you enjoy the blessing?"
The old dean glared! "I enjoy your happiness with you? Fart! When did I enjoy your blessing? Half of my white hair is so sad that I am sad by you."
Ye Huan laughed and said, "You remember that you are so bad. When you were ten years old, Monkey and I went to the village to steal chickens. I stole more than ten in one night and added a meal to my younger brothers and sisters. Don't you eat too
Is it fun?"
The old dean was so angry that his beard raised: "Fuck! I was so angry that I was almost pissed off by you. How could I eat the chicken you stolen?"
As he said that, the old dean laughed again and said seriously with a stern face: "...I just tasted it for a few bites, and don't let the little bastards have a stomachache.
Everyone laughed.
The old dean said with a stern face: "You still have the face to smile! How did I educate you before? Who taught you to steal other people's things?"
"Old Dean, the family that was stolen beat the children in our yard during the day. We are going to take revenge. People are poor and will never be bullied, right?"
"It's fine to steal chickens. Who among you has a brain problem? If you steal someone's chickens, you have to leave a font on the wall?"
Ye Huan and the monkey pointed at Zhang San at the same time.
Zhang San laughed dryly: "Don't you have to keep a famous font after the great thieves from ancient times? I am following the ancients..."
The old dean kicked him in anger: "I get angry when I mention this. What did you write on someone's wall at that time?"
Zhang San said guiltily: "The chicken thief, Alibaba and the forty thieves..."
The old dean said angrily: "You read too many fairy tale books that year? You have kept the font size for so long, do you know what others say?"
"What do you say?"
The old dean looked at him and said slowly: "I have given you a short name, ** thief."
Zhang San's face turned green:.........
The monkey lamented to Ye Huan: "Zhang San, a kid, has been walking forward step by step since he was a child, and has never deviated from it."
Ye Huan nodded and praised: "The key is to persevere, it's not easy for San'er."
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Everyone gathered in front of the old dean's wooden house, happily waxing on the sky.
The atmosphere was very warm, and everyone's eyes were filled with admiration when they looked at the old dean.
The old man has a bad temper and likes to curse people. When children make mistakes, they will occasionally suck their little butts, but in everyone's eyes, the old dean is their backbone and the backbone of the welfare home.
The backbone is getting older, and the years have left profound traces of vicissitudes on his face. Over the past twenty years, from the radiant to the current hunchbacked years, the old dean has more and more gray hair and his waist is getting more and more
As we get more and more curved, the burden on our shoulders is getting heavier and heavier. For twenty years, the old dean's appearance has been changing, moving from Wangwei to aging, but in Ye Huan and the others' hearts, it seems that they have never changed.
The children who went out were heartbroken for this real father. No matter what industry they were in or how thin the income was, the children would send back some money every year, hundreds or thousands of yuan, although they could not solve the problem.
The difficulties of the younger brothers and sisters of No. 100 can at least make the old dean less tired, and they don’t have to drag their old bodies to beg for the rich and rich people in their twilight years.
Everyone was unfortunate, and they were abandoned by their cruel parents when they were in their infancy.
But everyone is lucky, at least in this cold world, they met a truly good father.
How lucky is the children to be an elderly man who is willing to abandon his self-esteem for his children.
Holding the blackened tobacco pot, the old dean skillfully scooped a pot of dry tobacco from the tobacco pipe.
Ye Huan hurriedly took out a Cuban cigar from his pocket and handed it to the old dean: "Don't smoke that thing, it's too turbulent, it's not good for your health. Try this one that is said to be a real Cuban product.
, hundreds of dollars a piece of money.”
The old dean was a little surprised: "A dark thing costs hundreds of dollars?"
Rich people are really a sin."
Ye Huan cut off the head of the cigar with eggplant cutters and pointed it to the old dean. He laughed and said, "Why is it so expensive? Of course, there is a reason. Men all over the world are willing to pay. If you always hear the reason, you will definitely be even more
Like it…”
The old dean took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said, "What's the reason?"
Ye Huan smiled strangely and said, "I heard that this is a rare thing with cigars in Cuba. It was hand-made by those virgins who have never been budged on their big tui. Old Dean, please taste it more.
Taste, is there a virgin fragrance in the cigarette? This cigarette is the most suitable for an old bachelor like you, and you can harden it even if you take a sip..."
"Cough cough cough..." The old dean choked, his face flushed with coughing.