As soon as Zibai came over, the children surrounding Xiaoyi ran away immediately. He was the least liked by the children among these adults. It might be because his temperament was cold and distant, so the children were a little afraid of him.
But Zibai didn't care.
"You asked me this afternoon if you would leave here like us when you grow up. May I know why you asked that?"
Zi Bai thinks it is normal for other children who originally have a good family and life to want to leave a dilapidated orphanage.
But Xiaoyi was a child who had been taken in here since he was young. When he asked that question, Zibai didn't see a yearning for the outside world in his eyes. He really just wanted to leave. It seemed that as long as he left, it didn't matter where he went.
That's why Zi Bai wanted to know more and more why.
"..." Xiao Yi lowered his head and said nothing. In his hands were still those building blocks whose colors were no longer bright. At his feet was a small house built by the children with building blocks.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zibai continued, "Actually, when we were here before, the conditions were even worse, but I had no intention of leaving at that time. Even when someone came to adopt me, I was reluctant to go with them."
He was telling "his" story, but in fact he didn't remember any of it at all, it was all told to him by the director's mother. Zibai was the first person to arrive at the orphanage, so he had some time to chat with the director's mother alone.
"No one will come to adopt us." Xiao Yi finally spoke.
"How could that be? You are all very good kids." Zi Bai patted his head gently. The boy's hair quality was not good. The ends of his hair were dry and yellow, and felt a little hard.
Xiao Yi just shook his head and didn't say anything more.
"Maybe you can try to trust me?" Zibai turned the silver watch on his wrist: "Can you tell? I'm a lawyer."
lawyer.
Xiao Yi's expression relaxed. He knew what a lawyer was. He had read about it in some very old book.
"Are you really a lawyer?"
"Of course." Zi Bai nodded. From Xiao Yi's reaction to the word "lawyer", he roughly guessed some possibilities.
Xiao Yi finally looked up at him and said, "As for the lawyer, you can help us sue..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a huge scream, followed by the earth-shaking crying of children.
"What's wrong?!" Qian Xingxing and Nan Peng hurriedly ran towards Minghui, only to find that Minghui was holding a child in his arms, and the child was shouting loudly with his mouth open.
Minghui, who was holding him, had pale lips and his facial features were distorted with pain. Qian Xingxing saw the blood oozing from the back of his waist and blending with the not-so-clean ground.
"Take the children away." He signaled Nan Peng to hurry up, and Zibai also came over and separated the children.
"Can you move?" Qian Xingxing walked up to Minghui and asked him. After getting his nod, he helped him stand up slowly.
"Why is there an iron nail here?!" Minghui left the place, and the tip of a rusty iron nail was exposed on the ground, as if it had penetrated the floor.
Obviously, even if it wasn't Minghui, there would always be someone else who would be hurt by this nail.
"Maybe the floor is aging." Minghui hissed. A small spot on the back of his clothes was soaked with blood. Qian Xingxing didn't bother to think about whether the nail was caused by the aging of the floor. He hurriedly took Minghui out to find medicine to treat the wound.
Inside the house, the children huddled together, the timid ones sobbing quietly, like a group of pitiful little lambs.
"What should we do?" Nan Peng looked at the bloodstains and nails on the ground. "Should we clean it up?"
"I'll watch them, you handle it." Zi Bai nodded and motioned the children to move to the other end of the room. Because they were afraid of him, the children were particularly obedient.
There are mops and rags in the corners of the house. It is obvious that children also have to do some housework on a daily basis.
Nan Peng took the bucket and went out to get some water. When he went out, he saw the director's mother sitting on a small stool treating Minghui's wound. This orphanage had no medical conditions at all, and it was considered good to have such a small medicine box.
"How could there be an iron nail..." The director's mother murmured as she disinfected the deep hole on Minghui's back. The bleeding would not stop, so Qian Xingxing helped get more cotton wool to press the wound tightly.
"Director's wife, where is the toilet?" Nan Peng asked, and the director's wife hurriedly pointed him in a direction.
The toilet was at the very back. Nan Peng walked past the kitchen and an unknown room, paused for a moment, and looked at the room. There seemed to be some sound inside.
Shaking his head, he quickly walked into the bathroom.
The toilet was very small, and a small white light made it look completely white. Other mops and cleaning tools were piled inside. There was also a small gray iron bucket under the faucet, which was used to hold water for flushing the toilet.
After moving the iron bucket away, Nan Peng filled some water into the mop bucket and then returned carrying the mop bucket.
Minghui's wound had stopped bleeding and was being wrapped with gauze. Nan Peng took a look, opened the door and entered the room.
The children's mood was much better at this time. They gathered together and chatted quietly. This time they were really quiet. Nan Peng couldn't hear what they were saying, so he lowered his head to do his own thing.
After wiping off the bloodstains, he poured water to wash the mop and hung it outside to dry.
Just at this time, Minghui's wound was bandaged, and the director's mother looked guilty.
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