Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Compared with a behemoth like Yuzhou, Huahe County is really a pitifully small and poor place.

Although after years of support, it has shaken off the title of the poorest county in the country, but in the eyes of businessmen like Ye Haichuan, it is still a city with no prospects.

The Flower Box Orphanage is located in the suburbs of the county town, with a rolling hillside behind it and the shadows of some old residential areas vaguely visible nearby.

Ye Haichuan was dressed in a neat suit, followed by his secretary and bodyguard who were also dressed in suits, and a brand new Maybach was parked on the side of the road.

Standing in front of this shabby orphanage, he looked totally out of place.

Two children poked their heads out of the security booth, looking over here curiously.

It was not until the dean strode out that the two children cheered and waved their hands.

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

The dean first greeted them with a smile, and then looked at Ye Haichuan.

"You must be Dean Sun, right? I have been looking forward to meeting you for a long time. I am Ye Kong's biological father, Ye Haichuan."

Mr. Ye from Yuzhou bent down in front of the much shorter old man and said calmly and sincerely: "You can just call me Xiao Ye."

Unexpectedly, the old dean, who seemed extremely kind and polite, did not respond to him immediately.

The pair of eyes hidden behind the reading glasses first looked Ye Haichuan up and down, then laughed inexplicably: "You came so late. A father like you will probably never get Eleven's trust in your whole life."

"..."

Ye Haichuan, who had just stood up, felt inexplicably attacked, and his calm heart twitched slightly.

The secretary behind him raised his eyebrows silently, his eyes piercing the shameless old dean - after following his boss for so many years, this was the first time he heard someone speak to his boss so harshly and critically.

Although I know that the purpose of this trip is to understand the past of the Third Miss, this behavior itself is a father's tolerance of his child. Why does the old dean make it sound like the Third Miss is more condescending? Isn't this funny?

But the dean did not continue with this topic. He patted the two children who shrank behind him and turned to look at the security booth.

"Want to go in and take a look? Eleven used to love staying here."

Ye Haichuan was stunned, but the two children suddenly became excited: "Eleven! Is Eleven coming back, Grandpa?"

"When will Eleven come back? I have a painting I want to show her!"

The dean patted the two children on the head and said, "Didn't I tell you? Eleven probably won't be back for a long time."

"Ah? Then when will she come back?"

The two children looked visibly disappointed: "I wanted her to teach me how to write."

"That depends on what kind of person this uncle is."

Following Dean Sun's words and gaze, the child also looked up at Ye Haichuan.

Dean Sun looked directly into Ye Haichuan's eyes and smiled with a sigh, "If this uncle is a very good father, then Eleven may not come back for a long time. But if this uncle is not a good father, then Eleven may come back soon."

The children blinked twice in a daze, then grabbed Ye Haichuan's pants: "Uncle, can you be a bad father? We want Eleven to come back."

Ye Haichuan: ...

Before Mr. Ye could figure out how to deal with the two bold kids, Dean Sun drove them away.

Looking at the two children running away hand in hand, Ye Haichuan asked, "Do they like Xiaokong very much?"

"Xiao Kong? Oh, you mean Eleven." Dean Sun laughed, "Yes, all the children in the orphanage like her very much."

"Really?" Ye Haichuan was silent for a moment, then said, "It seems that she is very different here and in the Ye family."

Dean Sun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed.

"You don't think she is a good and sensible child in the orphanage, and a good sister in the hearts of the children, right?"

"Is not it?"

"Of course not. Eleven is not the kind of person who will change because of the environment." Dean Sun looked at the empty space where the two children had long disappeared, raised his chin and said, "One of these two children learned calligraphy from her, and the other learned painting from her. Within a year, she made them cry no less than ten times because of her harsh comments."

"There are many children like this in the orphanage. It can be said that there is no child in the entire orphanage who has not been made to cry by her."

Ye Haichuan: ...

secretary:……

The two looked at the old man's face with an expression that could be described as pride, and were speechless for a moment.

"Just now you said that Xiaokong likes to stay in the security booth?"

"Yes," Dean Sun took him to the security booth.

"In fact, the orphanage didn't have a security booth in the beginning. Later, it received funding and improved the facilities in the orphanage, so a security booth was built. However, it was abandoned again after a few years. Since then, Eleven has liked to go there."

There is a large window in the small security booth, through which you can see the vehicles and pedestrians passing by outside the orphanage gate.

Walking around the window and into the narrow door frame, Ye Haichuan was immediately stunned.

In the security booth, which looked small and shabby from the outside, there was an exquisite desk flush with the window and a large, soft, old sofa.

The interior is clean and tidy, as if someone stays here every day.

But what is most eye-catching is not these. What is most shocking is the endless flowers on the old walls.

Because it was so lifelike, he even had the illusion that he was really stepping into the flowers. But when he came to his senses and looked carefully, he realized that they were all painted.

Not with paint or spray paint, but with colored pencils.

From the ground to the roof that can be touched by raising your hand.

Flowers of all kinds are blooming continuously, swaying in the wind, and blooming endlessly in this narrow space, making people seem to be able to hear the sound of the wind.

"This is……"

"These are all eleven paintings."

Dean Sun walked to the table, bent down and took out an old notebook from the table.

"After this place was abandoned, Eleven volunteered to be a security guard for a while, responsible for registering the names and phone numbers of outsiders who came in. I'm here to look for it..."

He flipped open the notebook, and soon held it up, pointing at the words on it and saying, "Look, starting from here, the rest of the notebook is her responsibility. It was during this period that she drew it like this, and it scared me."

Ye Haichuan took the notebook. On the yellowed paper, names and phone numbers were written in colored pencils.

Page after page, never ending.

But for some reason, Ye Haichuan never stopped.

Amid the rustling sound of turning pages, he seemed to really see a little girl.

The small body sat in the wide window, handing out a notebook and pencil to every person who walked through the door: "Please register your name and phone number."

"Thank you."

The wind rushed in through the window, bringing with it the scent of flowers, turning over many pages of the notebook in one breath.

The splashing sound was like waves, drowning the illusory figure in the sun.

Ye Haichuan closed the notebook and suddenly asked, "Can you give me this notebook?"

Dean Sun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "You still have plenty of time to create memories related to her, so just leave these things to an old man like me."

Dean Sun took the notebook back and put it back on the table with care: "Every trace that Eleven left in the Flower Box is precious. Even the children will spontaneously protect and organize everything she left. Don't say such things again in the future. The children will be anxious."

"Let's go to the office and talk."