Zhang Dengjie Cai

Zhang Anran slept deeply, he dreamed about the past after a long absence.

Under the setting sun, the 16-year-old was riding a bicycle in the alley. The air was filled with the fragrance of gardenias. It had just rained during the day and the road was washed clean. He was very happy and could not help but relax his nerves. At the end of the alley Suddenly, a black front appeared.

He clenched the brake lever and slowed down forcibly. The car came to a dangerous stop tens of centimeters in front of the car. He breathed a sigh of relief and stretched his long legs out of the car.The alley is narrow and the field of vision is not very wide. It is normal for the driver not to pay attention.

This is an L-shaped alley, the black car was blocked at the turning point, both sides were jammed, Zhang Anran took a breath, and stopped the car to give way to the car to pass first.

He didn't know the brand, so he didn't realize that there was something wrong with this car in this small eighteenth-tier city. He pushed the car and took a few steps back, but saw the window of the black car slide down, revealing people inside.

At first, there was a head of black and white hair. Zhang Anran said that the uncle hadn't said it yet, and saw the tender face of the man in time, and quickly crossed three words in his heart - young white hair.

Less gray hair means that there are sporadic gray hairs when you are in your teens. When you are in your 20s, some people will have less gray hairs, and some people will have more gray hairs. There is no solution.Fortunately, apart from affecting the appearance, it is not a real disease. Nowadays, hair dyeing is also very common, and it is not troublesome to dye black hair if you don't like white hair.

But in the [-]th-tier city where Zhang Anran lives, it is even more honorable for children to have less gray hair. The adults all praise hard work and smart brains.

Zhang Anran lost his mind for a while, but the people in the car looked at him carefully, and said again: "Sorry, did I scare you just now?"

"It's okay, just pay attention next time." Zhang Anran waved his hand, and didn't want to have any more conversations with him. His intuition told him that the person in front of him was not very easy to get along with, and he didn't like trouble.

"I'm Qiping, what's your name?" The person in the car, that is, Qiping, was expressionless, as if forcing himself to be softer.

"Don't exchange names. I didn't crash your car, and you didn't crash me. You are busy with your work, so I'm leaving."

Zhang Anran no longer waited for the man to speak, he got back on the bicycle with his long legs, turned the handlebars and rode back. This alley is indeed a shortcut, but he would rather take a longer detour than have to deal with that strange person. men talked.

Qi Ping watched Zhang Anran disappear from his sight, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and compared this person with the influence in his brain—a bit similar, but not very similar, not sure if it was this person .But it doesn't matter, if it is this person, we will meet again soon.

Of course, Zhang Anran couldn't dream of what Qi Ping was doing. His perspective stayed on himself, and he walked through the three streets and four alleys familiarly. The bicycle stopped steadily at the gate of the Nancheng District Social Welfare Institute. The uncle raised his eyelids and called him, "School is over?"

Zhang Anran let out a "hmm", then amplified his voice slightly, and replied, "School is over."

"There are cabbage stewed meatballs in the cafeteria today, go there early." The uncle shouted from behind, and Zhang Anran raised his hand and waved to show that he knew.

The Nancheng District Social Welfare Institute is a formal welfare institution under the name of the government. It allocates not much money each year, but it is also a lot. There are not too many children in it. With the development of society and the elimination of old ideas, many children who cannot bear children Couples or couples who have lost their only child will consider adopting a child, and they often have to wait in line for a few months or even a year or two. Zhang Anran lives in a small town, which is more "favored" by adoptive couples in other cities, and is far away from his future family. , and there will be much less trouble after adoption.

Now there are more than 40 children in the entire orphanage. Zhang Anran is the oldest, and his situation is quite special. He grew up in the orphanage since he was a child, but he is weak and always sick. He has been adopted several times. When encountering illness, the adoptive family always hopes to raise a healthy child. Although Zhang Anran is not seriously ill, it is also worrying.Later, the aunt who had been taking care of them lost her independence in middle age. That aunt got divorced early, and her financial conditions were not very good, so she didn’t meet the requirements for adoption, but she lived in a muddle every day, and she looked very pitiful. Zhang Anran was thinking about her well-being , I ran to the office of the director of the orphanage and said that I would be her child.

The dean also sympathized with the employee, but the orphanage has its rules, and every couple who has no children and wants to have children is very pitiful. Besides, they can give Zhang Anran better living conditions, so they did not agree to this request.

Zhang Anran didn't say any more, but changed from being well-behaved and sensible to being grumpy. After leaving seven or eight adoptive families in anger, the dean let out a long sigh, finally fulfilling his wish.

The proper way of adoption couldn't go, and the aunt's health and family conditions were not good, so Zhang Anran still lived in the orphanage.

And now he has lived in this flash. As early as three years ago, Zhang Anran began to help the orphanage one after another with what he could, and even used the end of Saturday to work as an hourly worker outside.Although he is young, he is tall, and some employers who are not very particular will ask him to help for an afternoon, and then give him a few dozen dollars.

He kept it a secret, and the aunt's mental condition was not very good, so he also kept it a secret.Up to now, he has saved almost 1 yuan and bought himself a new bicycle. If there is no accident, he can save his own college tuition without applying for a national loan or using his aunt's savings over the years. Savings under frugality.

Zhang Anran doesn't feel that he is suffering, he only complains that he is too young, and he can't try many ways to make money.

On this day, the kitchen made roasted meatballs with cabbage. Zhang Anran was over sixteen years old, and the orphanage had not taken back his residence, but he could no longer give him free food.He signed up for the meal card early, put some money into it, bought two portions of meatballs and rice, and went to find his aunt with the lunch box.

The aunt’s surname is Xu, and Zhang Anran’s name was written on a note and stuffed in his pocket when he was sent to the orphanage. According to the dean’s grandmother, the handwriting is very strong, as if left by a man. After so many years, it has long since disappeared.

Aunt Xu had just finished cleaning and was resting in the rest room. When she saw Zhang Anran pushing the door open, she couldn't help but wrinkled her smile and said, "I'm back, I'm back, I'm back."

Zhang Anran hummed, put the food and tableware together on the narrow table, moved a chair by himself, asked Aunt Xu to sit on the bed, and the two of them ate.

Aunt Xu asked a few questions about school and study, and Zhang Anran answered them one by one, and she became a little depressed—she suffered from severe mental weakness and depression, and the medicines she took every day made her drowsy. Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, moved his legs onto the bed, and soon fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Zhang Anran put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped the oil from her mouth with a towel, and then finished dinner.He took the bowls and chopsticks to wash the dishes under the faucet. The detergent was only squeezed out a little, the foam was not much, and the water was not put in too much. When he was halfway through washing the dishes, he felt that someone was watching him.But he pretended not to notice that some parents who wanted to adopt their children would run into Zhang Anran, and they would be curious and surprised because of his appearance and his age.

The most dumbfounding thing is that a girl was doing summer social practice last year. She saw Zhang Anran in the orphanage, and she immediately fell in love at first sight. She hinted several times, and Zhang Anran finally got annoyed. He stood on the steps, very simply I told her about my aunt, my situation and my future plans.

The girl said impulsively that she could help Zhang Anran pay her tuition. Zhang Anran shook his head with a sneer, and said to her, "First, I don't love you. Second, you can control my tuition fees, but not my life."

The girl looked at Zhang Anran's extraordinarily beautiful and sensible face, and she burst into tears. She knew that what Zhang Anran said was right, she really liked him, but she couldn't afford him, nor could she afford his life , what's more, he doesn't love her.

She is 19 years old, only three years older than Zhang Anran. She has loving parents, a well-off family, and a good university. Her future should be to find a suitable boyfriend instead of being infatuated with a high school student. Here, this high school student has an aunt who is a drag on him, a difficult economic environment, and a future that he doesn't know the way forward.

There are too many differences between them.

The girl was leaving after her summer practice, and she was walking alone in the alley with a suitcase, trying to remember the city.

Not long after she left, she ran into the pouring rain. She couldn't dodge and was in a panic. She cried like a fool in the heavy rain, but something hit her back suddenly. She turned around and saw the over-familiar bicycle and an overly familiar figure.

She shouted: "Zhang Anran—"

But Zhang Anran showed no sign of wanting to stop, and soon disappeared.

The girl bent down to pick up the poncho, wrapped herself tightly, her eyes were red and her nose was red, she dragged the suitcase and continued on her way.

She thought that she would come here again next year. As for why she came here and what she wanted to do here, she didn't want to think about it.

But when the girl arrived in the second year, Zhang Anran had disappeared, not only in the orphanage, but also in the school and even in the city.

When I heard about him again, it was on the screen, his face was remembered by thousands of fans, and they called him Zhang Anran.