Chapter 119 Your book has no words, hahahahahaha!!! "………

Although Ji Fengnian only took care of the child in the morning, playing with him was so tiring that he needed to sleep for the whole afternoon to recover. So being taken care of by him for half a day was equivalent to being taken care of by him for a whole day. Wen Xinghe simply didn't have the time or energy to do his homework.

Fortunately, Ji Fengnian found work in the kitchen yesterday afternoon, and this morning he went to help in the kitchen with great enthusiasm, so Wen Xinghe could finally do his homework.

The curriculum at special schools is very rich. Students in visually impaired classes have to learn to walk with a cane, study academic subjects like Chinese and mathematics, and learn arts such as handicrafts, music, and painting. They also have to learn practical courses that are useful for employment, such as massage and pharmacology. Therefore, Wen Xinghe's winter vacation homework is no less than that of Wen Xinglin and the others. She has to memorize texts, do her academic homework, and walk on the tactile paving to check in.

Wen Xinghe did do her homework these past few days. A few days ago, Ji Fengnian led them on a walk. Although it was tiring and boring, she also took the opportunity to practice on the tactile paving. In fact, she had the most steps in the class for several days in a row. The teacher even praised her in the class group.

Massage classes in the first grade are not considered part of the main curriculum, and the teacher did not assign any homework. Wen Xinghe chose piano for music, and homework was not mandatory because not every family can afford a piano. The orphanage did not have a piano, so Wen Xinghe did not need to do music homework.

All that's left is the academic curriculum. In first grade, the academic curriculum mainly consists of Chinese and mathematics. The Chinese curriculum focuses on pinyin, which is different from the pinyin learned by regular students. Regular students learn pinyin by combining all 26 letters to write all the pinyin. However, the pinyin system of Braille is a two-part system. For example, the pronunciation of "mei" is represented by the vowel "ei" in Braille, not by the combination of "e" and "i". It is a completely new touch point. Therefore, in addition to the 26 letters, blind people also need to learn new pinyin composed of vowel combinations, which requires them to memorize more.

Wen Xinghe joined the class halfway through, and she had to rush to learn new knowledge as well as what others had already learned. As a result, she learned a lot of knowledge in a hurry and did not grasp it very firmly. If she did not use the winter vacation to consolidate the knowledge she learned in the previous semester, she would face the situation of having to review and learn again in the next semester. Therefore, in addition to doing her winter vacation homework, she also planned to relearn all the knowledge from the previous semester.

Wen Xinghe took out her pinyin book and read each pinyin one by one, racking her brains to recall the pronunciations she had forgotten. Before she knew it, a morning had passed.

After breakfast, the adults in the family went to pick up the car, leaving only Wen Yue and Ji Fengnian at home to take care of the child. Wen Yue cooked lunch, with Ji Fengnian helping out.

Lunch was ready, and Ji Fengnian shouted from downstairs that lunch was ready. A group of children and cats came running down from upstairs.

Ji Fengnian counted them one by one, but didn't see Wen Xinghe, so he asked, "Where's the little blind man?"

"Smack!"

"Why did you hit me?" Ji Fengnian scratched his head and glared at Wen Yue defiantly.

Ji Fengnian remembered that on the first day he was brought to the orphanage, Wen Yue was the first person to go to the kitchen to get him food. Although An Fusheng stopped her, Ji Fengnian still had a good impression of her. He didn't expect that in the past two days, while he was helping in the kitchen, he occasionally made a few mistakes, such as mistaking salt for sugar and soy sauce for vinegar. He also occasionally said the wrong thing, such as calling Wen Xinghe "little blind man." Without saying a word, Wen Yue hit him on the head, shattering his good impression of her.

Wen Yue: "Speak properly!"

"Oh." Ji Fengnian: "Where's Wen Xinghe? Why isn't she coming down for dinner?"

Wen Yue: "She's probably studying in her room. You keep an eye on everyone, I'll go and call her down."

Looking at the little kids and cats running around the room, Ji Fengnian said, "I'll go, I'll go, I'll go!"

...

Ji Fengnian had been to the third floor when he was cleaning, so he knew which room Wen Xinghe lived in. Ji Fengnian took a few steps up to the third floor, and before he even reached Wen Xinghe's door, he heard Wen Xinghe's soft reading voice. "The little blind boy's voice is as soft as a mosquito's. Why is his reading voice still so soft? Doesn't the teacher say that you should read aloud? Reading so softly means you're not paying attention."

Wen Xinghe's room door was not closed. She had excellent hearing and knew as soon as Ji Fengnian went up to the third floor. She also heard Ji Fengnian's complaints about her, which were not quiet at all.

"Knock knock knock!" Ji Fengnian knocked heavily on Wen Xinghe's door a few times: "Academic genius, dinner is ready."

Wen Xinghe: "..."

The Braille book had no black characters, only raised dots. At first glance, Ji Fengnian thought Wen Xinghe was holding a blank book: "Are you really studying?"

Wen Xinghe: "..."

Ji Fengnian: "You've given yourself away, I'm telling you."

Wen Xinghe: "???"

Ji Fengnian: "Your book has no words, hahahahaha!!!"

Wen Xinghe: "..."

Ji Fengnian: "Stop pretending, go eat."

Wen Xinghe sighed, closed the book, put it away, picked up his white cane leaning against the wall, and slowly walked out of the room.

Ji Fengnian put his hands behind his back, taking one step at a time, because it took Wen Xinghe three steps to cover the distance he could cover in one step.

"Do you want me to carry you?" Ji Fengnian asked.

Wen Xinghe gently tapped his white cane: "No need."

After Wen Xinghe learned to walk on tactile paving at school, Wen Min put up tactile paving in all the places in the house that Wen Xinghe might go. Now Wen Xinghe can go to many places independently.

If someone isn't enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with their thinking. Ji Fengnian couldn't stand someone who dawdled over eating. He patiently accompanied Wen Xinghe for more than ten steps, but finally lost his patience. He picked Wen Xinghe up and carried him from the third floor to the first floor in just a few steps. Wen Xinghe screamed in fright.

When they got downstairs, Ji Fengnian was beaten up again by Wen Yue.

...

The adults returned with their car in the afternoon.

The family had another new car, and the children were the happiest. They circled around the car, touching it and then hugging An Fusheng's legs, tugging at his sleeves and hems, wanting him to drive them out for a spin.

“No, it’s not safe for children to ride in a car without a car seat. If you want to play, your older brother can take you in the car for a while, but you can’t drive,” Lou Lan said.

The orphanage bought a seven-seater SUV, which is a huge vehicle for short children. Letting them play in the car is like exploring a small castle for them, and they still have a lot of fun.

"Brother, did we pay for the car in full or take out a loan?" Wen Yue asked.

An Fusheng: "Full payment."

Wen Yue: "Wow, our restaurant has made so much money in just a few months?"

An Fusheng knew the restaurant's accounts by heart. "More or less."

Actually, it was still a little short, but he gave Wen Min not only the original owner's savings, but also the original owner's salary and bonuses, so it was almost enough.

“Then let’s work hard this year and try to earn more money,” Wen Yue said.

An Fusheng was also confident about making money: "Yes."

The restaurant will be completed and open for dine-in service in the second half of this year. At that time, one chef will definitely not be enough. He is already planning to recruit more chefs in the first half of the year, or if he cannot recruit chefs, he will train a few in advance. He feels that Wen Yue and An Fusheng will be able to cook independently once the dine-in service is open.

"Fu-zai, come to my office." Wen Min called to An Fu-sheng from the second floor.

An Fusheng didn't hear it from inside the car, but Wen Yue said, "Big brother, Aunt Wen wants you to go to her office."

"Okay." An Fusheng asked Wen Yue to watch over his younger siblings, then got out of the car and ran upstairs to the second floor.

"Mrs. Wen, what do you want to see me about?" An Fusheng knocked on the door of Wen Min's office.

When Wen Min calls someone to his office for a chat, it's usually not an ordinary occasion. An Fusheng couldn't guess what Wen Min wanted to talk to him about, and he felt a little nervous.

"Please sit down," Wen Min said.

“Okay.” An Fusheng sat down at Wen Min’s desk.

Wen Min: "I need to apologize to you first."

An Fusheng was confused: "What are you apologizing for?"

Wen Min: "About the hotel."

An Fusheng: "What happened at the hotel?"

Wen Min: "When you opened the restaurant before, I didn't tell you that the revenue actually had to be handed over to the government."

An Fusheng paused for a moment before saying, "What?"

Wen Min: "I'm sorry, I should have told you when you said you could make money by opening a restaurant that the welfare home is a non-profit organization with a public welfare nature. According to the financial management system, the restaurant belongs to the welfare home, and its income needs to be handed over to the welfare home."

An Fusheng: "Where should we hand it in?"

Wen Min: "It should be submitted to the civil affairs department for unified accounting and management."

This was a situation An Fusheng had never imagined. It took him a while to realize what Wen Min meant: "So, the orphanage hasn't received a single penny of the money we've earned in the past few months?"

Wen Min: "You can't say that. The higher-ups will re-coordinate and redistribute all the money, and of course it will also be allocated to our welfare home."

Wen Min continued, “I know you’re focused on making money for our orphanage, helping your younger siblings, and buying me a car. But we’re a public institution, not a private one. There are rules and regulations governing how we make and spend money, and we have to follow them. The operation of our orphanage, the schooling, medical care, and living expenses for our younger siblings are all funded by the government. The money you earned to grow up and go to school was also provided by the government. We should hand over the money we earn, and this money is used for people’s livelihood. Can you understand that?”

An Fusheng suddenly asked, "Then how will we have the money to buy a car?"

Wen Min said, “The welfare home originally had a vehicle quota. Normally, we could buy a new one as soon as one is scrapped. However, the welfare home’s original vehicles were purchased when our welfare home was still private. Later, when the welfare home became public, the vehicle registration documents were managed by my parents. They passed away suddenly, and I couldn’t find the documents. I was also busy and didn’t renew them in time. It wasn’t until two years ago when we were about to scrap them that we found out the documents were incomplete and we couldn’t scrap them. So the vehicles were unusable but still occupied the quota, and we couldn’t buy new ones. Last year, they were finally scrapped. This year, we made an application and budget, and we can buy new ones with public funds.”

An Fusheng said softly, "I understand."

“When you first mentioned opening a restaurant, I didn’t expect you to actually succeed. I just thought it would be a good opportunity for you to try and get some experience. I never imagined you would actually succeed and do it better and better. Your superiors have also praised you and our welfare home. The application to build a new restaurant has been approved. That’s when I realized I had to explain the situation to you.”

It took An Fusheng a while to find his voice: "I don't want to make money for myself, and I'm not unwilling to help others. I just... I just want my younger siblings to have a better life first."

Wen Min: "I know, I know all of this, but compared to other children with disabilities and serious illnesses, the younger brothers and sisters are already very good."

An Fusheng said with some grievance, "But my younger siblings are with me, and I don't have much ability to help them. I want to take care of the people around me first."

Wen Min: "I'm sorry, it's Wen's mother who has let you down."

An Fusheng: "Does that mean I'll never be able to help my younger siblings?"

Wen Min: "Of course you can. When you are able to earn money in the future, you can donate money to your younger siblings or spend money on them privately. But you can't rush this. You don't even have any memories right now. You have to take care of yourself first."

An Fusheng: "Did Aunt Wen take me in because I have no memory and she was afraid I would end up on the streets?"

Wen Min: "Yes, a little, but I was overthinking it. You are very outstanding, and I believe you can do well in any situation. In fact, you have been a great help to me at the orphanage these past few months."

An Fusheng: "Thank you, Aunt Wen."

Wen Min: "I'm sorry about the restaurant incident. If you want to leave the orphanage, just let me know."

An Fusheng: "What about the restaurant?"

Wen Min: "Our restaurant is currently considered an innovative project of the higher-level department. If it is effective, the relevant leaders will have political achievements. If not, it doesn't matter. Last year, our restaurant did well and achieved some success. The achievements that should be recorded have already been recorded. If the higher-level leaders want to make this achievement bigger, they will naturally find a way. You are just a chef, so you don't need to feel any pressure. Of course, if you are willing to continue, everyone will be very happy."

An Fusheng nodded: "I understand."

An Fusheng went straight back to his room after leaving Wen Min's office.

He didn't hear his grandparents calling him to eat fruit.

...

The new stray cats didn't want to play with Afu, so Afu sat alone in the room, lost in thought. Anfusheng picked up Afu and sat with it by the window, also lost in thought.

Wen Min apologized to him, but he didn't know whether he should blame Wen Min.

Wen Min took him in, and he had the wild idea of ​​opening a restaurant. Wen Wen's mother helped him find a way to persuade his superiors. Fortunately, his restaurant was quite successful. What if it had failed? Wouldn't Wen Wen's mother have been affected too?

An Fusheng wondered if Wen's mother had told him from the beginning that the income from the restaurant could not be used by Xingchen Welfare Home and could not be used to treat his younger siblings first, would he still have opened the restaurant?

Won't.

The state raised the original owner of this body, not him. He didn't have such a strong sense of mission. His heart was small and his abilities were limited. He came into this world alone. His mothers were kind to him, and his younger siblings loved him. He only wanted to repay them.

But do I regret opening a restaurant? The answer in my heart is no.

Although running the restaurant was tough, just as Wen's mother had hoped, he gained valuable experience and learned a lot.

In his past life, his biggest wish was to open a restaurant in town. In this life, he achieved his wish with almost no effort. He knew it was because of Wen's mother's support. From a personal perspective, he was actually a beneficiary. With these experiences, he could greatly benefit from finding a job as a chef or opening a restaurant in the future.

He just wanted to help the orphanage and his younger siblings. He tried for months, but he couldn't accomplish anything, so he was a little disappointed.

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Author's note: I wrote 7,000 words, revised it twice, and condensed it down to 4,000, hahaha.

I was planning to update more during the holiday, but my mind went blank at home, and what I wrote was too perfunctory. I just couldn't bring myself to write more, haha. If I don't have to work overtime this weekend, I'll update more.