After sending the child back, Song Xingyao and Liu Shanshan went to the office together to get the DVDs.
The phone in her pocket suddenly rang. Liu Shanshan glanced at it and hung up immediately, explaining, "There are so many spam calls these days. Sometimes even if I block them, it doesn't work."
Song Xingyao saw that she had turned off her phone and then made an excuse to go to the archives, telling her to sit in the office by herself for a while.
Standing by the window, Song Xingyao found that the location was excellent, as she could see the entire corridor of the orphanage.
However, Liu Shanshan is the life teacher at the orphanage, so naturally she needs to pay attention to this.
Otherwise, if it were managed as loosely as the old Sacred Heart Orphanage, with one leaving today and another running away tomorrow, it would indeed be very inconvenient.
While waiting, she reviewed the content of today's interview.
From a distance, I caught a glimpse of a man clutching his shoulder as he ran forward, his steps unsteady, glancing back as he ran.
Several plainclothes men, guns in hand, gave chase.
Song Xingyao was shocked. How could there be a gun?
She was about to take out her phone to take a picture.
The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Liu Shanshan, holding a folder, looked at her.
"What's wrong, Teacher Song?"
Song Xingyao suppressed the surprise on her face and calmly said, "It's nothing. I just feel that the view from your office is quite nice. Although the location of this orphanage is a bit remote, it is quiet and suitable for the children to study in peace."
Liu Shanshan: "Dean Yang really put a lot of thought into this location. Here, these are the sex education course videos for the children, and I also brought the lesson plans along with them."
She handed the things in her hand to Song Xingyao and continued, "Actually, there used to be a teacher in charge of this, but he left the job. This lesson plan is an older version. Dean Yang and I discussed it and found that the quality was good, so we kept it."
Hearing her say that, Song Xingyao casually took a look at it and then said goodbye and left.
Liu Shanshan originally wanted to give it to Song Xingyao, but Song Xingyao refused.
Watching her close the door, Liu Shanshan walked to where she had been standing, glanced out the window, and then drew the curtains, instantly darkening the room.
She took out her phone and sent a message.
Ang ran all the way, clutching his shoulder, and when he saw that the people behind him were out of sight for the time being, he sent an emergency call signal through his phone.
He glanced at the bloody hole in his shoulder, panting heavily, "Miscalculation, they actually had a gun."
Today I've come specifically to investigate the relationship between this orphanage and Sun Jiming.
Even though I saw someone on duty beforehand, I still rushed in. I never expected that there would be people in the archives room, which is usually covered in dust.
Oh shit!
Large beads of sweat dripped into his eyes, and he felt somewhat exhausted. Sun Jiming's marksmanship was quite accurate, though.
There's no escaping it now.
Hearing the mournful yet lively sound of suona horns coming from not far away, he ran towards the direction of the sound.
The funeral procession remained in place, with relatives and friends wailing in front. The lively sounds of suona horns and gongs drowned out the sorrowful cries, making the atmosphere even more festive.
He felt weak and listless, and leaned against a tree to support himself.
The black clothes were soaked with blood and sweat.
He took a weak breath and muttered, "Damn it, did they poison the bullets...?"
After saying that, he rolled down the low slope.
"Grass!"
He covered his head, but more blood seeped from his shoulder, staining the grass.
Lin Qingyi suddenly felt a damp, constricting sensation on her ankle.
Startled, he lowered his head and lifted his leg.
Ang was thrown halfway around by her movement.
Lin Qingyi saw his face clearly, glanced in the direction of the convoy, and immediately squatted down.
Seeing the man in front of her was pale and his clothes were soaked, she reached out and patted his face.
Ang's sudden, instinctive attack left a ring of blood on Lin Qingyi's wrist.
She was anxious, but couldn't bring herself to speak.
Ang had just fallen when she kicked him again, making him dizzy.
But seeing the woman's blurry face, he instinctively signed "Save me..."
She covered his wound with her hand and looked around.
They pulled him up from the ground and helped him move to the back of a pickup truck not far away.
Although Lin Qingyi is petite, she can support him with half her body by carrying and lifting things around the flower shop.
She glanced at her mother in front of her. Perhaps because the funeral procession was so loud, no one noticed that the two of them had already climbed into the back of the vehicle.
With Lin Qingyi's help, Ang climbed into the empty coffin in the back of the car and lay down inside.
Watching the light in front of me gradually disappear.
Lin Qingyi struggled to push the coffin lid closed.
She wiped the blood off her hands onto her black dress.
He sat there blankly.
Sun Jiming's men caught up, saw the funeral procession ahead, put away their guns, and looked around.
"He was injured and couldn't run far, so he looked around."
After he finished speaking, he saw the handprints on the tree and the bloodstains on the ground.
Keep going.
They stopped at the very back of the convoy, in front of Lin Qingyi.
Lin Qingyi stared at the man's opening and closing lips, a bewildered expression on her face.
The man repeated it again.
Lin Qingyi politely gestured, "Sorry, I can't hear you."
A look of doubt appeared on the man's face.
Just then, Lin Qingyi's mother came from the front looking for someone and met a strange man talking to Lin Qingyi.
Immediately alert, she reached out and grabbed the man's sleeve, asking, "Who are you?"
Seeing that someone was coming, not wanting to make a big fuss, he casually explained that he was there to find someone.
Lin's mother spoke up, "I'm sorry, I didn't see the person you were talking about. My daughter can't hear me. They're about to be buried. Please excuse me."
After saying that, he gestured to Lin Qingyi: "Go to the front, Grandpa is about to be buried."
Seeing that the two were communicating in sign language, his doubts were dispelled.
Lin Qingyi climbed out of the car, caught up with the convoy ahead, glanced back twice, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the man leave.
Lin's mother was preoccupied with her father's funeral arrangements and did not notice her daughter's absent-mindedness.
Lin Qingyi has lived abroad since childhood and has only returned to Jiangcheng a few times.
Therefore, she had no deep feelings for her grandfather, could not hear the mournful cries of her relatives and friends, and her face was almost expressionless.
When the relatives who came to help saw Lin Qingyi's appearance, they started gossiping.
Lin Qingyi's mother and daughter went abroad when Lin Qingyi was young, and only returned once every one or two years for the Chinese New Year. Each time, only Lin's mother came back.
In their eyes, Lin Qingyi was not only disabled, but also an ingrate.
So, his grandfather passed away, and instead of shedding tears, he didn't even show a sad expression.
Even they couldn't stand it anymore.
After the coffin was lowered into the ground, Lin Qingyi followed her mother's example and lit incense for her maternal grandfather, whom she had never met.
She couldn't hear her, but she saw her mother kneeling on the ground crying and patting her back.
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