I studied beheading in a mental institution

Seeing the child looking at him, Cao Yuan didn't look away, nor did he show any fear, and his heavy heart eased slightly.

He walked up to the boy, knelt down, and asked as kindly as possible:

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why are you afraid of you?" the boy said calmly, "I've seen people who look more fierce than you, it's no big deal."

Hearing this, Cao Yuan was in a good mood.

"What's your name? How old are you?"

"Wuquan, 15 years old."

"14 years old... in school?"

"The third grade."

"Third year of junior high school? Is it time to prepare for the senior high school entrance examination? Don't you have to go to school today?"

"It's Sunday, no need to go."

"That's right... good boy, go to school well, and you will definitely have a future in the future."

Cao Yuan repeatedly nodded in praise.

After chatting for a few words, Cao Yuan was about to stand up when Wu Quan suddenly asked:

"Brother Qingzhu...is he really on a secret mission?"

Cao Yuan stared, then smiled and said, "Yes, why do you ask that?"

Wu Quan's dark eyes stared at Cao Yuan for a long time:

"……oh."

After finishing speaking, Wu Quan turned around and walked into the room, closing the door behind his backhand.

"Cao Yuan, come here." Just as Cao Yuan sighed, An Qingyu poked her head out from another door and waved to him.

Cao Yuan stepped forward, "What's wrong?"

"Look at this."

When Cao Yuan entered the room, he saw four or five children playing on the rubber mat in the middle of the room. An Qingyu stood alone in front of a white wall, with his chin resting on one hand, as if he was meditating.

Cao Yuan followed An Qingyu's gaze, and found that the wall in front of him was covered with all kinds of crooked and colorful graffiti.

Each graffiti style is different, there are flying blue birds, black cars, red crosses, little painters with brushes and palettes...

Next to these different graffiti, names are crookedly written, as if they were made by children.

"What is this?" Cao Yuan asked.

"It's the children's career dream wall." An Qingyu pushed his glasses and said,

"They told me that every child living in this orphanage will draw here what they want to do or who they want to be.

The girl in the red coat is called Li Xiaoyan. She drew the red cross on the wall. Her future dream is to become a nurse.

There is also the boy who is playing with racing car models, his name is Qian Cheng, and his dream is to become a racing driver...

What I really want you to see, though, is this. "

An Qingyu pointed to the center of the wall.

Cao Yuan looked along his fingertips, slightly taken aback.

In the center of the graffiti wall, three neat characters were outlined with the most vivid red strokes:

——Shen Qingzhu.

Although the strokes are a little childish, the strangest thing is that there is no graffiti around the name.

"Where is Brother Yan's dream?" Cao Yuan asked puzzled.

"In the past, he had no dreams." An Qingyu said helplessly, "Or, his dream was to become himself..."

"...It's really his character."

Cao Yuan sighed with emotion, his eyes turned slightly, and landed next to Shen Qingzhu's name.

It was a black umbrella. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the area of ​​the umbrella completely covered Shen Qingzhu's name, as if to protect it under the umbrella bone.

And in the corner of this black umbrella, there are two small characters written:

Wuquan.

In Cao Yuan's mind, that indifferent boy's face immediately appeared.

"The kid..." he murmured.

"What's wrong?" An Qingyu asked, seeing Cao Yuan's strange expression.

"……nothing."

Cao Yuan looked away, "Should we help them deal with the demolition?"

"Qiye and Pangpang are already doing it."

An Qingyu turned her head and looked at the two figures who were communicating outside the window.

……

Dense raindrops dripped from the eaves like a curtain, and the misty water vapor gradually drowned the sight.

"What happened?"

Lin Qiye looked at Baili Pangpang, who was hesitating to speak, and asked in doubt.

"Qiye, this Li's group is a bit tricky." Baili Fatty's face was a little dignified,

"This real estate company is not as simple as those local small companies. Its scale is very large. Although it is not as good as our Baili Group, it can also rank in the top five in Daxia, and it is even a leading presence in the southern market.

It is not impossible to acquire by commercial means...but it will definitely not be as simple as acquiring several small companies before, and it will take at least a year to prepare.

I have asked the public relations team to try to negotiate with Mr. Li to see if they can let go of the land in Linjiang, but it is unlikely. After all, in the south, their Mr. Li is the leader. "

"One year..." Lin Qiye let out a long sigh.

With a buffer period of one year, the orphanage may not be able to last for so long, and it is unfair to Baili Pangpang and the group behind him to spend so much human and financial resources on this matter.

"After Dean Liu comes back, let's talk about it."

"Um."

"...But, just to buy some groceries, does it take so long?"

Lin Qiye glanced at the time, feeling a little puzzled.

"On rainy days, it's normal for the elderly to walk slowly... Look, isn't this back?"

Lin Qiye turned his head and looked, old man Liu was carrying a full load of plastic bags and came in slowly from outside the iron gate under an umbrella. His clothes were already soaked, and the corners of his clothes were still slightly muddy. Arrived.

"Grandpa is back!"

Seeing this scene from the window, Li Xiaoyan immediately ran out of the house with the other children, took the plastic bag and umbrella for him, and ran to the kitchen laughing.

"Grandpa Liu, what are you having for dinner today?"

"Wow! It's pork belly! I see a big piece of pork belly!"

"And roast chicken? It smells so good..."

"Idiot Qian Cheng! Don't steal it! Go to the kitchen and wait for Grandpa to finish it!"

"Run slowly, don't fall... a bunch of little bastards." Old man Liu walked slowly to the eaves, waved his umbrella, and looked at the children running away with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He photographed the dirt on his clothes, glanced at Lin Qiye and the others,

"Clean up everything, I'll make a meal later, sir, and we'll eat together, we don't need your chopsticks.

It's raining today, and it won't stop for a while. After dinner, I'll pack up a few beds for you, and we'll leave tomorrow morning. "

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lin Qiye and others to refuse, old man Liu hurried into the room to change clothes.

Cao Yuan and the others, who were inexplicably arranged, looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

"I'll make a move." Cao Yuan stood up and followed Old Man Liu into the kitchen.

"Although this uncle looks fierce, he seems to have a good heart." Baili Pangpang sighed.

He turned his head and was about to say something when he saw Lin Qiye's brows furrowed tightly.

"what happened?"

"Something is wrong." Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes and looked at the direction where old man Liu was leaving.

"His body...is wounded."