Chapter 101: Wen Miao’s Life (I)

After dinner, everyone chatted for a while and then went their separate ways.

After returning to the bedroom, Wen Shuzhou called Yan Feng directly and told him about some company matters for tomorrow.

"Okay, Mr. Wen, I'll make the arrangements, don't worry."

"Well, take a break!"

…

The next morning, Wen Shuzhou got up early and after he had dressed himself, Wen Qingzhou slowly went downstairs, rubbing his eyes.

"Brother, what's going on? Did something serious happen in the company? Did Wen's go bankrupt?"

Wen Qingzhou suddenly thought of something serious, scratched his hair, and instantly came to his senses. Then he kicked off his slippers and ran to his brother.

"Shut up your crow mouth. What's in your messy head every day? Can't you hope that things at home will be better? I, your brother, am still here. When are you going to change your wild imagination?" Wen Shuzhou poked his brother's forehead with his finger in disgust.

"Brother, it hurts." Wen Qingzhou couldn't bear the pain at all and shouted immediately.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Qingzhou... - What happened to you?" Ran Yu heard the voice and hurriedly ran out of the bedroom and hugged Wen Qingzhou.

"You talk to me, I'm leaving now." Wen Shuzhou didn't bother to deal with his younger brother and just walked out the door.

"Ran Yu, I..." Wen Qingzhou was just about to act coquettishly when a WeChat message came.

"Who is it? This..."

When he opened it, it clearly said: Wen Miao and I are going out soon, you and Ran Yu should take care of yourselves for breakfast. Signed, Big Brother.

"Brother, you've gone too far!" Wen Qingzhou pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, wash up first. Xiao Ye will be here in half an hour. It won't be difficult to ask him to bring breakfast!" Ran Yu stroked Wen Qingzhou's ruffled hair and coaxed him in a gentle voice.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Wen Qingzhou said reluctantly.

…

On the way to the orphanage, Wen Shuzhou spent a long time asking back and forth, and couldn't help but ask about Wen Miao's childhood.

"You want to listen?" Wen Miao was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"...If you don't want to say it - let's do it another day!" Looking at the child, Wen Shuzhou felt a little regretful. Did he expose his scar?

"It's nothing, actually. Just some grassroots struggle experiences." Wen Miao said calmly.

"If you want to hear it, I'll tell you."

"good."

"I was abandoned at the door of an orphanage when I was three years old. The director said that I was scalded and almost died if I hadn't been sent to the hospital in time. Fortunately, I was lucky and survived, but I was weak and sick for the next two years. Although the director and his family were good to me, there were many children in the orphanage and the living expenses were often tight. So since I was old enough to understand, I helped as much as I could. Later, when my body recovered, I was able to help the orphans. After I recovered and grew up, I went to the director and asked him to introduce me to some jobs that were not too strenuous but had some meager returns, such as handing out flyers, playing puppets, and calling out to customers. Because I was small and pitiful, the bosses were satisfied, so my income was naturally not bad. I remember that I made more than 500 yuan once, which made the children in the orphanage happy for a whole week. They surrounded him and called him brother...brother!"

When Wen Miao said this, he paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curved up unconsciously.

To be honest, he really missed that time.