Dear girl

When almost ten kilometers around Liuxia County was covered by persimmon trees, one place was preserved in its original appearance.It is the only AAA-level scenic spot in the county - Old Man Mountain, with a temple on the top of the mountain.

The county party committee originally wanted to go to 4A, but after a few failures, under the changes of the new situation, it gave up the route of tourism development.As a result, the reputation of Laorenshan is getting smaller and smaller, and there are fewer and fewer tourists. In the near future, I am afraid that the 3A will not be able to keep it.

Today is not a weekend, and Laorenshan, where local tourists account for more than 90.00%, looks even more lonely. The mountains and forests do not have the vitality of spring, nor the charming colors of autumn. Everything is so deserted.In the quiet forest, it took a while to see a lonely tourist.

Song Xinci went to pick up Mei Lan early in the morning, no accident, she should be on the expressway from Liuxia to Yangchuan by now.

Xia Yao and Lao Yang were climbing the mountain.

Lao Yang took off his coat and put it on his shoulders, pressed his knees with one hand, panting: "It's too bad, let's take a break."

Xia Yao is also a little tired: "You chase after you as soon as you come up, and if you don't know, you think someone is chasing you."

"Haha——" Lao Yang wiped his face, "Clean up, I'll go back tomorrow, everyone is here, of course I have to take a look around."

Xia Yao heard another meaning: "It seems that there are new harvests."

Lao Yang looked smug: "Guess who the legal representative of Fuchunrong Financial Company is, you will never guess it. The surname is Tang. Guess what Wang Xiangyong's wife's surname is, and she is also surnamed Tang. Isn't it a coincidence?"

Xia Yao kept her hands in her pockets, silently waiting for the next sentence.Lao Yang always asks you to guess what he says, and he will say it quickly when he is done.

Sure enough, Lao Yang seamlessly connected: "His wife used to be a civil servant. She resigned a few years ago due to health reasons. She took half a year's leave more than [-] years ago." Xia Yao, it means you should understand.

Xia Yao: "So Fu Chunrong's legal representative, Ms. Tang, is actually Wang Xiangyong's daughter?"

"Yes." Old Yang said while putting on his coat. "Although the family planning was very strict in those years, those who really wanted a second child would have to have another one if they dared to hide and pay a fine. But they are civil servants. How can the public servants of the country mess around in the system if they don’t respond to the national policy.”

Xia Yao walked up slowly: "In this way, the key to Fu Chunrong's survival in Liuxia County is found."

Lao Yang then slowly climbed up: "The legal representative's household registration is registered at the house of a cousin of Wang Xiangyong's wife, and he grew up with his grandparents."

The bluestone steps meander upwards, and the winter sun hangs on the treetops. Xia Yao counts the steps in her heart, and smiles: "It's different when the mentor comes out."

Lao Yang put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. After a few minutes, he said: "It's easy to check. Just ask their old colleagues and you will find out. It's not that everyone doesn't know the inside story, but they are just pretending to be deaf and dumb. .”

The top of the mountain should not be far away.Xia Yao thought of Song, who got up at six o'clock in the morning and closed her eyes when she went to wash up, a feeling of warmth surged in her heart, and she continued to count the steps, you must be safe.

**

Mei Lan's small body was sitting in the co-pilot, looking out the window all the way, her big black eyes were full of innocence and curiosity.

But Song Xinci always felt that there was still a layer of loneliness in it, and he always wanted to say something along the way, "Hey, Mei Lan, what is your dream?" The old-fashioned opening line.

Mei Lan withdrew her gaze from looking at the scenery, and said in a low voice, "Teacher..."

"Not bad, why?" Song Xinci actually wanted to have a conversation with Mei Lan like a friend, but once the words came out, it was like an iron-clad adult and a child, and the words really couldn't convey the meaning.

Mei Lan seemed a little more interested: "They have mobile phones, computers, and nice clothes."

It really is a simple child, Song Xinci felt a bit sad, maybe the most decent person around Mei Lan is the teacher, so she also wants to be a teacher, and also wants to live a decent life, Song Xinci encouraged with a smile : "Then you have to work hard, Teacher Mei."

Mei Lan blushed when she heard this address, and looked much happier.

Shortly after going down the expressway around the city, you will find the Children's Welfare Institute in Xingao District.Song Xinci learned from Xu Lang's information that this institution is in good condition, and has been a model unit for several years in a row. She has seen photos and visited forums, and she has good evaluations in all aspects.

They were worried about keeping Mei Lan with her uncle, as the other party's dislike would leave a psychological shadow.Both she and Xia Yao are under 30 years old, so they cannot establish an adoption relationship, and because of work, they don't have time to take good care of her.

However, we will visit you often.

Xu Lang's work is very reliable, and the acceptance school and transfer procedures have been completed.

When getting off the car, Song Xinci came over to help Mei Lan untie her seat belt, and smiled like a spring breeze: "Student Mei Lan, this will be your home from now on. My sister will take you for a walk first. It doesn't matter if you don't like it." , You can also go to my sister's house."

Even a child can clearly feel who is good to him and who is bad to him. Mei Lan has a good impression of Song Xinci, so after talking with her that day, she was willing to go with her.She is ten years old, as long as you speak slowly, she will understand and make her own decisions.

She believes in this sister.

Mei Lan was a little shy and smiled at Song Xinci.

With this smile, the stone in Song Xinci's heart fell to the ground. She was afraid that Mei Lan would find it difficult to accept the sudden change of environment, so she even hired a psychological counselor.

Maybe, you also want to say goodbye to the past, so brave.

Song Xinci was standing by the window. Not far away, a staff member was leading other children to play games with Mei Lan to get familiar with the environment. The little guy looked very happy.In the yard, two volunteers were playing on the slide and seesaw with another group of younger children.

Song Xinci stayed for lunch, and the food was good.

The sun is so beautiful, so please keep shining on these children.

When Song Xinci left, he signed a five-year milk and a library donation agreement with the principal.

Re-navigate to another agency.

Solved the problems of the little ones, as well as the problems of the older ones.

Mental Health Center of Yangchuan Central Hospital—the best mental disease clinic in Yangchuan.

Xia Yao thought that Song Xinci didn't know, but how could Song Xinci not know.

Accompanied by closing the door, accompanied by washing hands, these can be seen at a glance.What's more, what she can't see, what she can't bear together.During those times when Xia Yao seemed to be in a daze, she couldn't fight side by side, she didn't know if Xia Yao was counting, or counting colors, or something else.

And insomnia, how could she not know about Xia Yao's severe insomnia.However, in order not to burden Xia Yao, she had no choice but to pretend to be asleep.

Hey, it's uncomfortable to lie in one position for a long time, and I can't scratch my itchy hands, you idiot, do you know how much I love you?

The car drove towards the city center, Song Xinci took a deep breath, feeling distressed: "My sister Yao——"

There were quite a few people in line, and Song Xinci took the number and sat on a blue chair farther away, watching the silent people coming and going, and worried about Mei Lan again.

Encourage it, children must need encouragement.

How to encourage, Song Xinci lowered his head, a pair of beautiful casual shoes walked by, and the inspiration came.

Open the memo and write down:

In the dead of night, I always think of your eyes

Bring me a different dream and a proud heart for you

Small steps like fireflies flying in the forest

Flashing, flashing, running, showing the purest expression

stumbling child I want to sing a song for you

No matter how heavy the wind and rain push away the dark clouds, the sky will be sunny

The most transparent and clean little elf in the world

All good wishes are waiting for you in the future

Be the bravest star in the night sky even if you are alone

Let's move towards our dreams as our promise

Child, if you are lucky in the future and meet good friends, then I wish you happiness; child, if you are less lucky in the future and you are lonely, then please be brave yourself.

However, if you believe that there is something called consonance in the world, you will understand that you will never be alone. Everywhere on the earth, someone will bless you and the children.Maybe you will never meet in your life, but they have written their words for you on the moon.

So, you have a night sky.Just keep it as our secret, come on.

Song Xinci put on the earphones, opened the composition software and began to compose the music. The instrument must be a piano, the melody must be sincere and clean, and a little sadness grows a sense of hope.

However, arranging music is a systematic work. Song Xinci recorded two accompaniments, and sent the demo to Cheng Yang, asking him to organize and improve it.This song needs a healing voice, so I gave it to Cheng Yang.

The inspiration came, it was fast, it only took about an hour.

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