Yio's calm expression froze and he looked at Wen Qing in silence.

Wen Qing paused, turned sideways and pointed to the second floor of the building in front of him, and said to him: "It's near the stairs on the second floor. You will see Aunt Wang Mei, who is responsible for handling the donations."

Seeing Yiou staring at the phone without saying a word, Wen Qing said tentatively: "How about I go with you first, and then take them to do the test."

"Brother, I'm not color blind, Wen He is."

"Brother Wen Qing, he is the color blind one, just take him there."

The two children started quarreling again, taking turns to talk.

Yiou glanced at them and said to Wen Qing, "I know the way. I've been here before."

Wen Qing was stunned: "When have you been here?"

Yiou: "A few years ago, during the winter and summer vacations."

Wen Qing was even more confused. A few years ago, he should have been in junior high school or high school.

He has been living in the welfare home during the winter and summer vacations, helping out every day, and he has a general understanding of the people who come to donate.

"I don't think I've seen you before," Wen Qing paused, worried that Yiou might misunderstand, and then said, "I mean, have we met before?"

Yiou half closed his eyes and said casually, "Maybe."

As the words fell, the quarrel between Wen He and Wen Ge became louder and louder.

"You are! You are blind!"

"You are you are you are you, you are blind and stupid!"

…………

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, leaned over to touch their heads, and said softly: "Okay, stop arguing."

"Brother will take you to do the test now."

After that, he said to Io, "See you later."

Io responded and stood there watching him holding the hands of the two children and gradually walking away.

It was not until Wen Qing's figure disappeared around the corner that he walked into the building in front of him and went up to the second floor with familiarity.

In addition to Aunt Wang, there was also a young girl in the office, wearing a volunteer coat and typing at a computer.

Seeing someone coming in, the girl quickly said, "Hello, who are you?"

Aunt Wang looked up and saw that it was Yiou. She smiled and said, "Xiao Zhang, you continue to work on the document."

"This is an old acquaintance."

"Okay." The girl was stunned for a moment, and looked at Io twice more, wondering in her heart how could this handsome guy, at such a young age, come to the welfare home so often.

Yiou sat on the sofa, leaned back lazily, picked up the photo album on the table, looked at the group photo on it, and found Wen Qing, who was seven or eight years old, at a glance.

Aunt Wang poured him a glass of water and said with a smile, "You haven't been here for a while."

"Thanks to you, the welfare home has been able to operate well over the years."

…………

On the other side, Wen Qing took the two children directly into the infirmary of the welfare home.

There was no one inside. Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and asked Wen He, "Isn't Uncle Chen coming over today?"

Wen He said softly, "Uncle Chen was still here this morning, maybe he went out to smoke."

Wen Qing walked to the window, looked out, and saw a middle-aged man smoking while talking on the phone under a tree in the distance.

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, but did not say anything to disturb him. She took out a worn color blindness test book from the drawer and spread it out on the table.

"Wen He comes first."

Wen Qing pointed to a dog pattern on one of the pages and asked, "What animal is this?"

Wen He stared at it for a while, then thought: "This is a sheep."

Wen Qing paused, turned to the next page with a rabbit pattern, and asked, "What about this one?"

Wen He said in a baby voice: "It's a cat."

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, stopped pointing at the animals, turned to the numbers, and asked again: "What is this?"

"1, 9, 2."

"What about this?"

"3, 8, 5."

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Although Wen He's understanding of animals was wrong, the numbers on the test book were clear.

There was no problem with Wenger's test, and both of them had normal vision.

Wenger put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "I told you I'm not color blind!"

Wen He whispered, "Me neither."

Wen Qing put away the color blindness test book and lowered his eyes in thought.

Wen He and Wen Ge can distinguish hair colors.

If it's not their problem, then it can only be Io's problem...

Wen Qing looked at Wenger and asked, "You said that the older brother's hair was silver. What kind of silver was it?"

Wenger took out the Ultraman card he carried with him from his pocket and pointed at the Ultraman head on it: "It's this silver color, exactly the same, so handsome."

Wen He leaned forward to take a look at the card and whispered, "No, it's the hair color of the doll that Brother Wen Qing bought for me."

Wen Qing remembered what the doll he bought for Wen He looked like, with bright red hair.

Bright red and Ultraman silver are two completely different colors.

There is no way I could admit my mistake.

Unless... in their eyes, it really is that color.

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she thought of the milk tea shop owner that her classmates in the class group were discussing. His hair color and appearance were all different.

He took out his cell phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Yiou. He deleted and revised the message several times in the dialog box, but failed to edit a complete sentence.

Wen Qing's fingertips moved and accidentally uttered the word "you".

Yiou replied immediately: [Yes.]

Io: [What's wrong?]

Yiou: [I am still discussing the donation.]

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, staring closely at the first two lines of text sent by Yiou, and slowly typed: [Okay, I'll come to see you later. ]

After sending the message, he lowered his head and said to Wen He and Wen Ge, "Brother has something to ask the Dean's mother, you guys play by yourselves first."

"OK."

"See you later, brother."

Wen Qing waved to the two children and turned to walk towards the dean's office.

In the office, a woman in her fifties stood in front of the window. Time had left some traces on her face, making her look even more kind and gentle.

"Dean's mom." Wen Qing called out, strode forward and hugged the dean.

The dean patted him on the back and said with a smile, "Why are you acting like a spoiled child all of a sudden?"

"We saw each other at the beginning of this semester. It's only been a little over a month."

Wen Qing hugged her and hummed twice.

More than a month in the real world, plus a long time in that world.

It's been a long time.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the dean touched his head and asked in a low voice: "Did something happen?"

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, let go of her hand, and said to her, "Something happened."

The dean frowned and his expression became serious: "What's the matter? Was any classmate bullied?"

Wen Qing couldn't help but smile: "No, my classmates are all very nice."

“It’s a good thing.”

The dean was stunned for a moment, then his brows relaxed and he asked gently, "Are you in love?"

The smile on Wen Qing's face froze, and he stopped keeping the secret: "No."

“I made a ton of money.”

The dean was stunned.

Wen Qing did not tell her where the money came from, but said: "This money is not from unknown sources, nor is it earned by breaking the law, but I can't tell you the specifics of what happened."

"I want to donate the money to an orphanage or other charity. Do you have any recommendations?"

The director came back to his senses, raised his hand and touched his head, and said softly: "The welfare home has been operating well over the years. China has been prosperous over the years without any major disasters. I understand that those charities don't need your money for the time being."

"Since you've made money, keep it for yourself."

The dean changed the subject and said to Wen Qing, "Compared to your money, I'm more curious about another thing."

"Are you in love?"

Wen Qing said dryly: "No."

Since he went to college, he would be asked this question every time he met the director's mother, so he stayed in the dormitory or worked part-time on weekends and rarely went back to the welfare home.

The dean looked at his well-behaved and pretty profile and sighed, "How come you have never been in love since you were a child?"

"Wen Qiang told me that he was going to propose to me after he graduated from college, just like a girlfriend."

Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said, "So his name is Wen Qiang."

Dean: "I have always been worried about you being addicted to love. After all, since you were in elementary school, there have always been boys and girls following you around. Some of them even followed you to the orphanage and cried, saying they wanted to live with you."

Wen Qing was stunned. He had no memory of these things at all.

Thinking of the past, the dean's expression became gentler. She smiled and said, "You and a few others played in the park with adults after school and didn't even come back for dinner. Your Aunt Wang was so scared that she almost called the police."

Wen Qing had a vague impression.

The public elementary and junior high schools he attended were not far from the orphanage, and he walked home alone after school. He had a vague impression of coming home late, but he didn't remember what happened specifically.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the director's mother sighing quietly: "You are already twenty years old, and you have never even had a relationship."

"When I was 20 years old and in college, I had so many boyfriends that I couldn't count them on my hands."

"It was trendy at the time, and I even had a girlfriend."

Wen Qing was silent. Is this something he could know?

The dean continued, "It's okay if you like boys, don't worry about gender."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and a long list of men's names flashed through her mind.

After listening to the dean's mother chattering for a long time, as it was almost lunchtime, the dean's cell phone rang.

After answering the phone, the dean frowned slightly and said to Wen Qing: "There is a document that needs to be sent to the government now. I have other things to do in the afternoon and evening, so I may not be able to come back."

Wen Qing nodded obediently: "Go and get busy."

"I'm having dinner with a friend, and he's coming over today too."

The dean asked as he searched for information, "Are you the dormitory head I mentioned before?"

Wen Qing hummed.

The dean paused and turned his head to look at him: "Why don't you bring him here to see me, kid?"

Wen Qing blinked: "He wants to donate."

The director said helplessly: "We now have an online donation channel, and you are acquaintances. It is impossible that he came here to inspect the welfare home."

"If it wasn't for you, why would he come here in person?"

Wen Qing was stunned.

"Okay, I'm leaving first. You think about it carefully." After saying that, the dean hurried out.

Wen Qing was in a daze in the office for a long time until he received a call from Yiou, and then he slowly came back to his senses.

He asked blankly, "What did you just say?"

"I said, aren't you going to lunch?"

Wen Qing said, "I'll go downstairs now."

He walked out of the office slowly.

Walking down to the first floor, Wen Qing took out his cell phone and wanted to ask where Yiou was. When he saw the screen was on, he realized that the call was still connected.

He didn't hang up, and neither did Io.

Wen Qing tried to call out: "Hello?"

The other party's low voice came clearly through the phone: "Yes, I'm here."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly and her heart skipped a beat.

He seemed to hear the voice of 001.