The welfare home is not big. Apart from an old building, there is a playground paved with asphalt.

There were a lot of people on the playground, and several children around seven or eight years old were looking towards them.

"Mom Luo!" A little girl ran over and threw herself into Mom Luo's arms.

"Be good, Niuniu, can you let the older sister and younger brother play with you today?" Mother Luo stroked the girl's hair with a gentle look in her eyes.

"Okay." After she walked towards Zhou Yiyang, Zhou Yiyang could see the child's appearance clearly.

It's a cleft lip.

Su Yin had already squatted down. She took out a lollipop and handed it to the little girl: "Little sister, do you like strawberry or orange flavor?"

"Sister, your white hair is so beautiful!" The little girl excitedly took the lollipop.

Zhou Yiyang felt someone pulling his clothes. He turned around and found that a little boy was biting his clothes with his mouth, making a whimpering sound from time to time.

"Xiao Hei, what are you doing! The little brother is here to play with you!" After seeing this, Luo's mother rushed forward.

"It's okay," Zhou Yiyang stopped Mother Luo and took off his coat directly: "Do you like it?"

Xiao Hei opened his mouth, raised his head, and his big eyes were dull and lifeless.

"Xiao Zhou," Mother Luo said with some relief. She had actually sought out many volunteers, but many of them retreated after seeing the children here. There were actually very few people like Zhou Yiyang and his friends. "These children are more or less different from ordinary children. I'm sorry to bother you today."

"It's okay," Zhou Yiyang squatted down slowly, fearing that Xiao Hei would be scared away by him. "Even if an angel has broken wings, it's still an angel."

The moment Lin Xuaner saw these children, she was in a trance for a moment.

Some of the children here have facial defects and look ugly at first glance.

Some children were not very intelligent and just stared at her blankly with their snot falling into their mouths.

Some children are born with disabilities. They hide in the dark and are even unwilling to go near the playground.

She had originally planned to teach everyone singing and dancing, but she backed off. She felt even more ashamed when she saw Su Yin's nonchalant movements.

Until a small hand grabbed her.

"Little sister, you are so beautiful!" It was a little boy with a pale face and skinny body. His limbs seemed to have shrunk and were frighteningly thin. He was not good-looking, but his eyes were shining.

"You are handsome too, little brother!" Lin Xuan'er turned her head, not wanting the little boy to see the tears in her eyes.

She came here to bring them happiness.

"Can I teach you to sing?"

Tang Yue took out her toys, and gradually some brave children came over.

"Do you want it? Come here if you want." Tang Yue sat on the ground, her smile still as sweet as ever.

She knew about the situation of this orphanage before she came, so she was not surprised to see the children here.

Every child deserves to be cared for.

Wang Xingrui and Tang Yue were distributing toys together. Like Lin Xuaner, her first reaction was fear, followed by deep guilt.

What she felt guilty about was that there were so many people who were not living well, but she often complained to herself and thought that God was unfair.

Although these children are pitiful, many of them also yearn for a bright future. They are optimistic and cheerful, and can accept strange looks calmly.

Just like the little girl who played with Su Yin, she clearly saw the expressions of Lin Xuaner and Wang Xingrui, but she didn't feel embarrassed.

This kind of strength makes Wang Xingrui ashamed.

"Children," Lin Xuan'er clapped her hands. She had regained her composure. "Can the sisters teach you to sing?"

"good!"

The children answered in unison. Children are very sensitive, and after they sensed the other person's kindness, they relaxed a lot.

Mother Luo watched from the side, quietly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Aren't you going over?" Zhou Yiyang still sat next to Xiao Hei.

He is a very observant person. Xiao Hei seems to be unable to play with other children in the welfare home.

He is very sensitive.

When Zhou Yiyang tried to approach him, Xiao Hei had already moved away.

The other girl group started singing children's songs, but he didn't care at all. He seemed to be staring at Zhou Yiyang, but he seemed to be in his own world.

"This child has autism and is very aggressive." Luo's mother came over. "It's amazing that he can sit with you calmly. On his first day here, he bit my arm and made it bleed."

"You're going to let him bite you like this?" Zhou Yiyang found that Xiao Hei didn't listen to them at all. He was immersed in his own world.

"Yeah," Luo's mother smiled nonchalantly. "If I back down, then in his eyes, I'll be the same as the parents who abandoned him! Children here are very sensitive. They're afraid of getting hurt again."

This word "again" made Zhou Yiyang feel very uncomfortable. "Dean Luo, you are really a great person."

"I'm just an ordinary person," Dean Luo said frankly. "I was widowed early in life and I'm infertile. They are my children! Hey, Xiao Hei!"

In an instant, Xiao Hei bit Zhou Yiyang's wrist.

"Dean Luo, I'm fine." Zhou Yiyang said gently, "His bite didn't hurt. I have thick skin. Dean Luo, do you have a harmonica?"

"Yes, it was donated by someone else before. I'll find it for you."

Behind him, four girls were humming childish songs and jumping around. The children, who were not considered pretty, were dancing with joy.

The sunlight shone on the girls' faces, illuminating their heartfelt smiles.

"Xiao Hei, those who hurt you are no longer with us. Just try harder and take one more step forward, and you will see the light."

When Mother Luo came back, she brought a harmonica with her.

This is the only musical instrument Zhou Yiyang can play besides other instruments.

Xiao Hei had already let go of Zhou Yiyang's hand, and the deep teeth marks on it seemed to be his recognition.

At least he is willing to lean on Zhou Yiyang now.

The wind blew, and the breeze blew up the leaves, and also made the melodious sound of the harmonica echo in the playground.

The dancing girls stopped their movements and, like the children, looked for the source of the sound.

Under the shade of the tree, the sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, being cut into mottled light and shadow, falling on Zhou Yiyang's shoulders.

He closed his eyes and played the harmonica, and the breeze blew away the sweat beads on the ends of his hair.

Xiao Hei calmed down and fell asleep leaning against Zhou Yiyang like a cat.

The four girls had never seen Zhou Yiyang like this before. They couldn’t even believe that this was the Zhou Yiyang who acted funny in front of them every day.

In the distance, a girl with an afro rushed over: "Mother Luo, where's Xiao Hei?"

"Shh." The children shouted at the same time, no one wanted to disturb Zhou Yiyang's performance.

After Hu Die approached, she froze in place.