It’s the third month since Awang left.
Jiang Mingxi still couldn't adapt.
I started to have trouble sleeping all night.
When he holds his rag doll at night, as soon as he closes his eyes, he can’t help but think: What is it like to have a mother?
Will my mother pat me when I sleep?
How to shoot?
Pat on the back or pat on the butt.
Will I sleep better if my mother takes a picture of me?
What does my mother look like? Does she have a ponytail like the homeroom teacher, with eyes that squint when she smiles? Or does she have short hair like the dean's mother?
When he first came to the orphanage, Jiang Mingxi still remembered what his mother was like.
But for some reason, the older he gets, the more vague his memories become. All his memories before the age of three are lost, and he doesn't know how to get them back.
Is he a bad boy? Otherwise why can't he keep his mother in his mind?
Gao Le said that his mother was going to beat him because he didn't do well in the final exam. Jiang Mingxi was very envious because he didn't even get beaten by his mother.
The dean’s mother is not just his mother.
Will Brother Awang be beaten by his mother now? Is the person who took Brother Awang away kind to him? Will Brother Awang forget him?
Why hasn't anyone come to adopt it yet?
I really want to be adopted and I really want a mother.
Night after night, the thoughts in my mind never stopped.
Because his condition was so bad, the director of the orphanage had no choice but to arrange for Jiang Mingxi to take a leave of absence from school.
It was Friday. Gao Le came to the orphanage after school to look for Jiang Mingxi. "Oh my God, why are you so pale, like you're dying?"
When Gao Le saw Jiang Mingxi, he was stunned.
Jiang Mingxi rolled her eyes at him, sat down dejectedly on the stone in front of the orphanage door, and ignored him.
Gao Le got off his bicycle, put it aside, and sat down on a rock. He then took out two packets of instant noodles from his schoolbag. "These are the new instant noodles from the school canteen. This flavor sells out really fast. When I went there, there were only two packets left, and I bought them all."
As he spoke, he stuffed a packet into Jiang Mingxi's hand.
He opened a packet and ate it while saying, "When are you going back to school? I'm so bored. If you don't go back, the homeroom teacher will find me a new deskmate. There's a new transfer student in the class, and the teacher wants him to sit in your seat. Hehe, I put bugs in his pencil case for two days, and it scared him into changing seats. What do you think? I'm being considerate, right?"
Jiang Mingxi rolled his eyes.
When we sit at the same table, can you also put bugs in my pencil case?
You even stole my toys.
But the last time Awang's brother got into trouble, it was Gao Le who called the police, so he couldn't roll his eyes at Gao Le directly, he could only roll his eyes quietly.
I casually replied, "I'll be back when I can sleep through the night in a few days."
Gao Le was completely confused. "How could someone not be able to sleep? Isn't it true that when you sleep, you just lie down on the bed and close your eyes, and you fall asleep? Don't you know how to close your eyes?"
"You have a mother, so you definitely don't understand. Brother Awang has been adopted, and I don't know when I will be adopted!" Jiang Mingxi sighed and said dejectedly with his chin in his hand.
Gao Le was even more confused. "Look at the bruises on my arms. They're from my mom. Are you envious of me getting spanked? My mom nags me every day. If the refrigerator door isn't closed properly, I'll scold her. If my shoes aren't put away properly, I'll scold her. If my desk is messy, I'll scold her. Last time, I picked up a really beautiful stone from the river and wanted to keep it, but she insisted that I was just picking up junk. I was so angry. What are you envious of?"
Jiang Mingxi blinked, "Maybe you're envious of someone scolding you?"
Gao Le: ...
"So, am I scolding you now?"
"roll!"
Neither of them spoke for a while, just crunching their snacks.
After finishing a bag of instant noodles, Gao Le jumped up and shook off the crumbs on his body. "I heard from my brother upstairs that Mingde High School has a basketball game today. Let's go play. Maybe you'll be tired from playing during the day and fall asleep tonight."
Jiang Mingxi didn't want to go.
However, what Gao Le said makes sense. Maybe if you are tired during the day, you can fall asleep at night.
Then he stood up and said, "Okay, how do I get there? I don't have a bike."
Gao Le patted the car seat and said, "Help me with my homework for a week, and I'll give you a ride."
Jiang Mingxi was speechless, "Please, I'll go with you!"
Gao Le said confidently, "It's to let you sleep! Besides, I'm your savior!"
Jiang Mingxi shut up.
Mingde High School is so far away from the orphanage.
Gao Le rode for half an hour, his face flushed and his neck thick, before the two of them arrived. "No, I have to go buy a popsicle. I'm so tired. Wait for me."
Jiang Mingxi has no pocket money.
Why would an orphanage give pocket money to children?
He didn't move.
But every time Gao Le bought snacks, he would force them on him. When he was at school, he would secretly put bugs in his pencil case to scare him, but he would also force a portion of snacks on him when he bought them, and he would also wave his fist to threaten Jiang Mingxi: Eat! You are not allowed to leave school until you finish eating!
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"Song Lan, when the time comes to go on stage, come with us!" Feng Moshan said, hooking his arm around Song Lan's shoulder while holding a lollipop in his mouth.
Compared to Feng Moshan's carefree demeanor, Song Lan wore a neat and tidy school uniform. "No, I don't know how to fight."
"Bullshit!" Feng Moshan let go of his shoulders and slapped his arm. "Yesterday after school, I saw you playing basketball in the neighborhood. Your three-point shooting percentage was so amazing. What the hell are you talking about?
"There aren't many people in our class who can make it to this basketball game. If those idiots in Class 8 beat us, they'll have to fart by our door every day. Can you tolerate that?"
Song Lan's face showed no expression, but he refused, "No, you guys fight."
If they didn't live in the same residential complex and knew that Song Lan's family had been in trouble and that he had been abused by his mother, Feng Moshan would have joined others in calling Song Lan a scoundrel.
He has a cold face all day long, pretending to be aloof, what a stupid melancholic prince!
Talking!
Suddenly a child ran towards them.
Rushing forward, he hugged Song Lan's legs and said, "I've seen this brother before!"
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