I used to live in this place...
Qian Xingxing's heart suddenly felt filled with emotion, so when he saw the thin figure of the director's mother walking out of the house, his eyes were filled with tears.
"Is it Xingxing?" The director's mother's hair was half gray and her figure was extremely thin. Qian Xingxing saw her coming out and hurried forward.
"It's me, Dean's mom." Qian Xingxing nodded, "I'm sorry I'm late."
"That's no big deal." The director's mother looked at him with a smile, obviously very satisfied with this child who had left this family. "It's great that you are willing to come back and visit. After all, you are busy with work now."
After she finished speaking, she patted Qian Xingxing's hand and said, "Let's go inside and talk. Don't be exposed to the wind outside. The children and the other children who came back are all inside."
wind?
Qian Xingxing was puzzled for a moment. How could there be any wind outside? But then he thought, it was just the director's mother who cared about him. There was no need to be so particular.
The outside of the orphanage was shabby, and the inside wasn't much better.
Large patches of wall paint have already fallen off, and there is always white dust on the walls that can't be swept away.
"Do you want to take off your shoes?" Qian Xingxing asked.
"No need to go to such trouble. I haven't had time to mop the floor today." The director's mother shook her head and led him directly to the living room.
It's called a living room, but there's not even a sofa, let alone a TV. Two long green tables pushed together, with seven small chairs, serve as the children's dining table, which also doubles as a desk.
There were also some toys and books on the ground that were obviously quite old. Qian Xingxing saw a small car model toy with two wheels missing, and a copy of "One Thousand and One Nights" with the corners rolled up high.
"I haven't had time to clean up." The director's mother smiled embarrassedly, simply picked up the things and put them aside, and pulled a small chair for Qian Xingxing to sit on.
"Hello?" Qian Xingxing followed the director's mother's instructions and sat down, greeting the other people who were also sitting on small chairs with a wronged look on their faces.
"Hello." The others nodded at him, and a hint of awkwardness filled the air.
"Don't you recognize me?" The director's mother pulled a small chair for herself. Seeing them looking at each other with amusement, she smiled a little. "This is Xingxing and Xiaobai. You two played together every day when you were little. This is Nanpeng. He was chubby when he was little, but he's slim now. And Minghui, he's very good at math and is now a teacher!"
As the director's mother introduced the matter, a vague memory gradually emerged in everyone's minds. They still couldn't recall the specifics, but it seemed that there really was such a person...
"It's been too long." Qian Xingxing smiled and touched his nose. "Where are the children?"
"In the room." The director's mother pointed in the direction of the room: "They are a little shy. I'll go wash some fruit and bring it over. They will all come out after eating the fruit."
As the director's mother spoke, she placed her hands on her thighs to support herself up. Qian Xingxing could feel her "oldness" from her movements.
As he moved, he accidentally glanced at the dark brown Buddhist beads on the director's mother's hand. The Bodhi seeds were not big, but they were strung into a very long string and wrapped around her wrist for five full circles.
If it weren't for her standing up, Qian Xingxing might not have noticed that there seemed to be several flesh-colored scars on the director's mother's wrist, which was covered by the Buddhist beads.
But before he could take a closer look, the director's mother had already walked out of the living room.
"Who are they?"
While he was thinking, he heard a few children talking in what they thought was a low voice.
"have no idea……"
"Close the door!"
"I'm afraid..."
"He saw us!"
"ah!"
Qian Xingxing turned her head and met the little eyes of several children squeezed in the crack of the door. They were a little timid, but also sparkled with a little curiosity.
Seeing him looking at them, the children let out a small cry of surprise and hurriedly pushed the tallest child to close the door.
"Hello." Minghui also saw these children, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his face. He waved to them and said, "Come out and have some fruit."
"fruit!"
"He said to eat fruit!"
The children whispered in each other's ears again, and then slowly came out from the door.
"Come!" Minghui waved at them. Qian Xingxing found that this person was worthy of being a teacher. He was more popular with the children than the three of them.
These children are all thin, but they look much better than the director's mother. I guess the director's mother must give them the best she can.
The children all looked young. Minghui asked around and Qian Xingxing listened. The children were only about five years old, and the oldest and tallest child was seven years old.
Qian Xingxing glanced at the older child who had always been at the back. He was very silent. Except for opening his mouth when he was asked about his name and age, he didn't say a word at other times.
Unlike the younger children, they gradually got over their fear under Minghui's guidance and started chattering in a small circle.
"Teachers are just different!" The headmaster's mother came out at this time, carrying a fruit bowl. It was a large stainless steel bowl, half filled with chopped apples and a few small, tender yellow toothpicks stuck in it. "Come, have some fruit."
In fact, there was only one kind of fruit, apple, but the children were very happy. I think even the most common apple is rarely available for eating on a normal day.
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