Conscientiously making soy sauce

The living room is still full of all kinds of children's toys, the heavy curtains are opened, the floor-to-ceiling windows invite the sunset, and the red light adds a layer of light and hazy gauze to the furniture and carpets.Let the boy sit on the sofa, Zhuo Yuan turned off the TV, turned on the stereo, and there was light music at random.

"What did you learn today?" He gave the child some milk and mung bean cakes, and watched him finish eating like a little mouse. Zhuang Yuan leaned back on the chair and asked, "Don't worry, take your time. There are still a few months left for school. Definitely can keep up."

"Pinyin, and mathematics." The child wiped off the cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth, put down his cup, looked at Zhuang Yuan seriously, and gave a straight answer, almost putting his little hand on his knee, "The teacher said I have no foundation, so don't learn it yet." English, wait until you master the pinyin and then learn the English alphabet."

"Well, that's fine. Don't try to become a fat man with one bite. All learning should be done step by step." Zhuang Yuan patted the child's little head, "Is there anything you don't understand? Anyway, I have time at night, so I can teach you by the way." You, or tell you a story?"

After Zhuang Yuan finished speaking, he searched his poor brain to think about how many fairy tales he still remembered. Well, he still remembered Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty, but those who said it to little girl dolls were more appropriate, or told about a farmer and a snake at night. Stories are fine too.It is necessary to educate children not to be stupid and sweet in the future, not to exhaust their heart and soul, give wholeheartedly, and finally keep a poisonous snake by their side.

Education should start from an early age, and some things should be told to children early on.Especially for these orphans, tell them that society is not a greenhouse, and tell them to learn to protect themselves.

Now he can protect them, but when he leaves, no one will be able to protect them like this.

"I'll study first, I don't understand a lot." The child lowered his head, twisted his fingers, his voice was a little timid, and his eyes were also weak. "Can the dean teach me?"

A child with a sensitive and inferior heart, what a perfect mask, a mask that the vice-principal would like and take seriously.Walking in the dark, seeing so many mysteries and doing so many bad things, he naturally knows how to please people so that people... can be used by him.

At such a young age, my heart is already full of mysteries and incomprehension, and the darkness is intertwined like an abyss.

However, facing his dean, Xiang Yuhan still wanted to impress him as a good boy.He wished him well, and he made the perfect illusion to make him happy.

When he is happy, his heart will also be happy, whether it is a vicious poppy or a foul-smelling rafflesia flower, it is also a flower in his heart.

Naturally, what other beautiful flowers can grow from the abyss?

"Of course. I'll teach you later."

At night, in a room with bright lights and the style of the Republic of China, Zhuang Yuan sat in front of a heavy log table, while the child sat upright next to him, listening carefully to his pinyin and calculation formulas one by one. .One large and one small, the warm yellow color looks so harmonious under the baked light.

"This, do you understand?"

The child didn't nod, but clasped his hands nervously, looking helpless.

Zhuang Yuan understood, and patted his little head out of habit, gently, "Then let me explain again."

After finally explaining those calculations clearly, Zhuang Yuan's mouth was dry, and he directly held the milk tea and drank it. He didn't taste the aroma of black tea, the silky smoothness of milk, and the capitalized waste.

"By the way, can you write your name?" Zhuang Yuan suddenly thought of this.

The boy was taken aback, and shook his head sadly, "No one, no one taught me. They didn't call me by my name either."

Zhuang Yuan felt that he was powerless to complain about his irresponsible parents, forget it, Xiang Yuhan has not yet finalized, so he is a good one.Now that he adopted him, he took responsibility.

"Come on, then I'll teach you." Zhuang Yuan smiled and said, "You must write your own name when you go to school."

He first held Xiang Yuhan's hand and taught him how to write.Then write it stroke by stroke, let the boy learn.

One horizontal, one vertical, one left, one stroke, teach carefully.It's just that the three characters "Yuhan" are a little more gestures, a little more complicated, looking at the name written by the boy.Zhuang Yuan pinched the bridge of his nose, hey, speaking of it, the parents are very irresponsible, why did they choose such a name... Uh, looks decent?Did you have expectations for the child at the beginning, or did you just pick up a magazine dictionary and point to which one?

It would be nice if it was called Xiang Yi or Xiang Er, let's see what time it is now?Zhuang Yuan felt that he was already calling for Duke Zhou, but seeing the boy's high spirited look and his obvious enthusiasm for studying, he couldn't bear to interrupt him.

This finally born enthusiasm for learning needs to be cared for, and it may affect the child's life.No matter how small and weak the flame may be, it may become a raging fire.

Even if Zhuang Yuan wanted to doze off without a glance, he still persisted.

One taught and the other listened. It was too late after the lesson review for the day, so Zhuang Yuan urged the children to take a bath first.Because it was too late, he didn't mention letting the child sleep in the dormitory.

Turning on the light, the child glanced at Zhuang Yuan's bed, the corners of his mouth curled up, very proud.Hearing the sound of running water in the bathroom, he quietly walked to Zhuang Yuan's big bed, buried his head deeply in the dean's bulging and soft pillow, and took a breath.

It's all, it's all the dean's breath.

It smells good like milk, not like someone who has experienced it in society, but so pure and clean.

And when he heard Zhuang Yuan talking about the farmer and the snake in a clear voice, his eyes were a little dark.

Snake, isn't he just a snake raised by the dean?So greedy, so dissatisfied, so wanting more.

But he will control the poisonous snake in his heart so that it cannot hurt the dean.This is the only sunshine he found in this world, and the only person who can make him live like a normal person.

It was him, the only one who wanted, the only one who could fill the void in his heart.

This continued day by day, and the child's progress was obvious to all, but the teacher and Zhuang Yuan talked about the child's temper was a bit strange, or it could be indifferent or withdrawn, and he was always unwilling to integrate into other children.

Or maybe it's because I'm too old to play with children?

Zhuang Yuan also persuaded him, "You see, those children are also your family members, why don't you want to play with them?"

"I don't like it." Shaking his head, he doesn't like those chirping, mindless children, he just wants to be with the dean, and he actually wants to hug the dean's waist and smell the sweet milk.

Apart from this point, Zhuang Yuan really didn't feel that the boy had a bad temper.In front of him, the boy was hardworking, obedient and sensible, and he was not aggressive at all. He privately felt that it would be better if Xiang Yuhan could be more lively and playful.But everyone's personality is different, the long scar on the boy's face can also show the hardships in his previous life, Zhuang Yuan didn't want to be too demanding.Some people may be reserved and silent by nature?

He didn't know that the boy was another face in front of him, harmless and docile, restraining all malice towards society.

Day by day, Xiang Yuhan had fewer and fewer nightmares at night, and the intervals became longer and longer. Seeing that the child seemed to be used to life in the orphanage, Zhuang Yuan also talked to him about sleeping in the dormitory.

"It's been two months since you've been here, do you have any companions with the same temperament?" Zhuang Yuan asked with a smile, well, the scars on the child's face are too conspicuous, probably because of low self-esteem, he dared not integrate into the big family.Thinking about how he has entrusted someone, where is this identity placed, and the children in the orphanage always have such and such small shortcomings, and he also knows a lot of people.

A friend happened to be in this department, but because of the technical skills, there are so many people who see a doctor, even if he is entrusted, he does not know when he will be able to arrange the operation.

Xiang Yuhan raised his head and glanced at him, quickly and sharply, then lowered his head again.

"I think if you have good friends, you can share a dormitory with the two of you." Zhuang Yuan rubbed his temples and felt a little headache. "In this case, why don't you share a dormitory alone? Anyway, you are going to elementary school, so a single room is fine. When the time comes, you pick a room, and I'll ask them to prepare bedding and other supplies."

"And you can decorate your room a little bit. I'll take you out to do some shopping in a few days, otherwise it won't look good if the room is empty."

"I...can't be with the dean?" A soft voice sounded, with a bit of pleading, soft and weak as if revealing all fragility, showing a deep cowardice in front of this person.

"Um, but you have grown up." Zhuang Yuan said gently, "When you grow up, you must have your own space, and a man can't always live in the same room as an adult. I don't know how you were before, but I hope you never From now on, I can have a happy and normal life and have the same life as other children."

"You're just like everyone else, no different."

no different?no different! ! ! ! ,

Why is it no different! ! ! !

The monstrous darkness rose up, wishing to devour the young man in front of him.

The child lowered his head. He looked at the floor, at the patterns made of the wooden floor, and at the cracks between the pieces.He knew how dark his heart was, but since the dean wanted him to be like other children, he acted the same.

That's all for now.

At least, in this world, he hopes to satisfy the dean and make him feel that he is a good boy.But he really didn't want to let him go to a separate room by himself.

However, he won't say it directly, because he knows that it's useless to say it.When he is not fully sure, it is better to follow his dean.

"Yeah." The child raised his head with a sincere expression, "I'll listen to the dean."

"Okay." Originally, he wanted to mention the scar on his face, but thinking that there was no definite news, Zhuang Yuan changed the subject.Save the child from being disappointed when he has hope, and let him tell Xiang Yuhan after the matter is confirmed.

Zhuang Yuan was very quick in doing things, and he didn't sloppy.That's right, in the last world, he was left with three days, so he didn't arrange many things properly. Don't let the system urge him to leave as soon as he has cancer, that's not good.

In the afternoon, after the class was over, he took Xiang Yuhan to the supermarket again.When he was leaving, Cheng Cheng's little loli ran out crying and hugged his thigh tightly, Zhuang Yuan really had no choice but to go out with the little loli.In the car, the little Lolita had already shown a smiling face, calling out to the dean in a childish voice.

"You have to be obedient. You will have to apologize to your aunt when you get back, you know?" Zhuang Yuan helplessly nodded her little nose, "I really can't help you if you love acting like a baby."

Little Lolita nodded, her little hands and feet were placed properly.And Xiang Yuhan sat on the side and didn't speak, his face was a little gloomy, but his expression was not good-looking, and he didn't do anything else or say anything.

And because I brought a little loli, it was impossible to go shopping, so I went back to the orphanage after looking around and bought some things. Room.

The boy picked very, very carefully, from the window to the door to the angle of light, from the curtain to the bed.Zhuang Yuan felt that even buying a house was not so meticulous, and he was tired of being kind.

Seen by Xiang Yuhan, he was afraid that his own construction would cut corners and find something wrong.Fortunately, this kid didn't pick any faults, but finally chose a room on the west side to settle down.

Zhuang Yuan helped him arrange some decorations, put some books and got a lamp for him to do his homework after school.It's too late to make a fuss.

"Then, I'll go back first, and you can come to me if you need anything." Zhuang Yuan was afraid that the boy might not be used to it. "There is also an aunt on duty here, so you don't have to be afraid."

Xiang Yuhan nodded and watched his dean leave, and then he sat by the window.

From where he was sitting he could see the small building, and he could see the windows on the second floor.He watched the room on the second floor light up, saw the figure of the young man, and saw his dean sitting by the chair with a book, watching all the time.

By the time the lights dimmed, his dean should have fallen asleep.

Yes, here, this room, this window can be seen... The dean's room on the second floor, the boy's eyes are completely dark for his age.

One day, he will shorten the distance between him and the dean.

His dean should belong to him.

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