Jiaojiu Nuanyang

Chu Rong did not expect to meet Shao Haipeng in the Children's Welfare Institute.

It's the end of the year, and the district power supply sub-bureau is going to send warmth to children's welfare homes and nursing homes, which is a well-known face-saving project.

Grain, rice, oil, salt, winter clothes, stationery, and the indispensable city TV station evening news reporter with a video camera.

Chu Rong is disgusted with this kind of show, but the branch chief Wang insists on taking him with him, regardless of whether it is a cunning and cunning who aimed at Chu Rong, but the prince was wronged temporarily or something, at least the long-haired Chief Chu who has been idle for a month can not refuse.

On Saturday morning, a group of people arrived at the Sunshine Children's Welfare Institute. Director Wang, who was smiling, shook hands with the old dean of the orphanage enthusiastically. He also squatted down in a very friendly way, chatting with the children and giving candy, and took a group photo. .

Chu Rong was standing in a blind spot where the camera couldn't see him smoking, feeling bored.

It was under such circumstances that Shao Haipeng broke into his field of vision.

The person only showed his back and passed by for a moment, but the sharp-eyed person stood up straight in an instant, thought for a while, quietly bypassed the noisy crowd, and followed to the backyard.

The backyard is a small garden. There is nothing to see in winter. The leaves are withered and the flowers and plants are withered. There is only a wintersweet plant beside the small pond. The bright yellow and tender color adds vivid colors to the cold winter.

Shao Haipeng wore a [-]% new brown padded jacket and tortoiseshell black-rimmed glasses, giving him a scholarly air.He held a child in his arms, a four or five-year-old girl, who was sick and dependent on the man's arms, with her arms around his neck.

Chu Rong walked over, just in time to hear Shao Haipeng talking to the little girl in a low voice, the man's voice was gentle and patient that he had never heard before.

"...The petals are facing the sun, are they transparent? Can Yang Yang tell uncle why he likes wintersweet?"

The little girl's immature voice lacked confidence, she said softly, "Wintersweet flowers are not afraid of the cold, they are in good health..."

Chu Rong couldn't help but laugh.What is Lamei health?

Shao Haipeng reached out and touched the girl's soft braids: "Yangyang will be fine, and will be as healthy as wintersweet."

"Shao Haipeng." Chu Rong stood a few steps away and called out.

Shao Haipeng hugged the little girl and turned his head, just when a gust of wind blew, some bright yellow petals were blown off from the branches, sticking to the man's shoulders, there was suspected to be a faint fragrance floating, refreshing.

Seeing that it was Chu Rong, Shao Haipeng was a little surprised: "What are you doing here?"

Scratching his head, Shao Haipeng smiled embarrassingly: "Just for show."

Shao Haipeng is very smart, and he can get it right: "The big battle ahead, once a year, is your company doing it? I just glanced at it, and it seems to be the power supply bureau."

Chu Rong didn't want to talk about the twists and turns of his divorce and devolution, let alone a few words that he couldn't understand.Simply put it in one sentence: "Well, the power supply bureau, I'm here temporarily. Are you here... as a volunteer?"

Shao Haipeng didn't say no.Perhaps in front of the child, he didn't want to speak harshly to Chu Rong: "Very good."

Yang Yang suddenly pointed at Chu Rong's chest, and said softly, "That was drawn by Yang Yang."

The two men looked over in unison.

Chu Rong had a nondescript thing pinned to his chest.It was just an activity in the front yard. The children in the yard painted the flowers with their own hands, cut them out one by one, and pasted them on small clips for those kind-hearted people with impure purposes.

It was requested by the TV station, and the sensational effect was very good.

The children should have spent a lot of time doing it the night before. Although the writing is naive, it is a sincere heart.In contrast, Chu Rong and the others felt even more ashamed.

"Yangyang's painting is really good." Shao Haipeng's praise came from the bottom of his heart, and he kissed the girl's cheek: "It's a bit cold outside, can uncle carry you back, okay? Don't catch a cold."

The little girl nodded obediently: "OK."

Chu Rong followed, watched Shao Haipeng send the little girl back to the activity room, and chatted with a teacher-like woman in her 30s for a long time before turning around to leave.

"Going back?" Chu Rong followed, looking for something to say: "That Yangyang, is he sick? It looks sick."

"Congenital heart." Shao Haipeng said indifferently: "The more serious ones, the doctor estimates that they won't live past ten years old."

Chu Rong became dumb all of a sudden, and said in a low voice, "Now that medicine is so advanced, is there no way? Surgery?"

Shao Haipeng sneered, no longer said more, and raised his chin towards the noisy crowd: "Aren't you going?"

"It's boring." Chu Rong said with a cheeky face, "I wanted to slip away a long time ago, I'll go with you."

"Why are you following me?" Shao Haipeng frowned, took off his glasses and put them in his pocket: "I'm back in the factory."

"I'll drive you." Chief Chu volunteered.

"No need." Shao Haipeng refused without thinking: "There is a direct bus, so don't bother."

"In such a cold day, no suburban bus came for a long time." Chu Rong scratched his ears, unable to hold back his curiosity: "Shao Haipeng, you have been working for several years, why do you wrong yourself so much and don't even buy a car? The food and lodging are so simple?"

"Does it have something to do with you?" The man's self-defense thorns stood up again: "A person like Mr. Chu who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth naturally cannot understand the hardships of our little people."

"Shao Haipeng." Chu Rong couldn't hold back his face, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you all say reconciliation? Why are you still holding a gun with a stick like this? I treat you as a friend—"

"Don't dare to be that." Shao Haipeng interrupted him without even thinking: "Friends don't dare to climb high. We are born to be at odds with each other. It's better to forget each other in the world."

"You." Chu Rong was angry, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I really want to help you. You said you were just trying to get angry with me, and I didn't even see the doctor I found for you. Who will be hurt in the end? Even if you and that Yan Gong, who is not very good-looking, is together, a man can't live without lifting."

The two of them couldn't speak a few words, no matter how good the atmosphere was, sparks immediately flew around.

Shao Haipeng was also very angry with him, and sneered again and again: "Chu Rong, can't you change your self-righteous bad habit? Can't you understand what I'm talking to you? Do I need you to worry about it? Don't care if I don't do it all my life, What about me and Yan Gong?"

"Are you really with that man?" Chu Rong asked, a little ashamed to speak: "Have you lived?"

Shao Haipeng turned around on the spot, muttered a few words in a low voice, as if he was not angry, and then raised his head to look at Chu Rong: "I don't need to report my private life to President Chu, right?"

"You're not," Chu Rong rolled his eyes and blurted out in a hurry: "Don't you like Chen Jingdong?"

"Yes, I like Chen Jingdong. So what?" Shao Haipeng was so entangled by this man that he lost his mind, and he was so angry that he was eager to vomit: "I really liked him, so he begged me that day I will stop. As for Yan Gong, in such a remote place, we just need to meet each other’s physical needs. Chu Rong, is this the first day you know me? By the way, when you mention Chen Jingdong, tell him for me when you meet him. I don't blame him anymore, don't feel guilty or anything, just go on with his kids."

"You!" Chu Rong was full of anger and had nowhere to vent. He turned around and kicked a young tree with the thickness of a wrist next to him. Unexpectedly, he made too much effort, and the tree snapped.

"Damaged public property." Chu Rong was so angry that he vomited blood to please Shao Haipeng: "Mr. Chu remembers to pay compensation to the landscaping department according to the price. It's a good tree, really, I provoked you, and suffered such an innocent disaster."

"Shao Haipeng, you are so good!" Chu Rong squeezed out from between his teeth: "I really have a hot face and a cold ass! I didn't expect you to be so unkind!"

"Fellowship is divided into people, and there is no need for you." Shao Haipeng confronted: "Whenever you, Mr. Chu, come down from the place where you look at people with your upper nostrils and suffer, come and talk to me like this. What do you know?"

"Why don't I understand!" Chu Rong took a step forward, aggrieved and depressed: "I got divorced because of you, I was beaten to death by my father, and I was transferred to this kind of place where birds don't lay eggs. You can see clearly!"

"Can I say I deserve it?" Shao Haipeng smiled happily, and then calmed down his expression: "Please pay attention to your wording when you speak. What do you mean for me?"

"Shao Haipeng, I figured it out." Chu Rong was suddenly depressed: "You never forgive me from the bottom of your heart, do you have resentment?"

"Yes." Shao Haipeng admitted flatly: "Can I forgive you from the bottom of my heart? I'm sorry I can't do it, I'm not a saint, and I don't have the measure to hand over the right cheek after being hit on the left cheek. All I can do is this To this extent, don’t try your best to be friends with Xiaoxin, Chu Rong, let me tell you, it’s impossible.”

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Chu Rong went back to get gas for two days, got off work on Tuesday, and drove to the Children's Welfare Institute.

The dean, Ms. Ding, is a kind woman in her 50s who still remembers Chu Rong.

"Mr. Shao, he has been volunteering with us for several years." Ms. Ding heard Chu Rong introduce himself as Shao Haipeng's friend, without any doubt, she said enthusiastically: "A very good young man. He is kind-hearted and has a good heart. Patience. The children love him very much. Xiao Guangming, who was taken away last month, still calls him Daddy Shao."

"How long has it been?" Chu Rong clasped his hands under the table: "Haipeng used to work in the urban area, and he was quite busy. None of our friends knew that he was still doing volunteer work here."

Mama Ding sighed: "Yeah, it's not easy for Xiao Shao. Let me do the math. He has been here to help us for seven or eight years. This kid really runs hard. In summer, the suburban buses don't have air conditioners. It takes more than an hour to make a trip, and Xiao Shao is carrying a lot of things, big and small, and he will suffer from heat stroke every time he comes here."

"That's right. This person is very stubborn. Several of our friends persuaded him, why don't you buy a car if you are a salesman? There is no time." Chu Rong actually had some answers in his heart.

"Where is Xiao Shao's money?" Sure enough, Dean Ding shook his head, showing compassion: "All the money he earned was spent on the children in the courtyard. Food and drink, and study, so what?" Everything costs money. Especially in the past few years, Yangyang, oh you may not know, there is a seven-year-old girl named Yangyang here..."

"Seven years old?" Chu Rong interrupted in surprise: "I saw Yang Yang when I came here on Saturday, and the little girl looked only four or five years old."

"Yangyang was abandoned by her family. She has a congenital heart disease. When she was sent to the hospital, she was under two years old. She was skinny and barely alive." Dean Ding rubbed the space between his brows: "Little Shao before and after Running around taking Yangyang to see a doctor, I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars. You said that such a good child, I don’t know what happened a few days ago, the whole person has lost a lot of weight, and it looks like he has a serious illness in the past. Said. I just guessed that he might have offended someone, hid in this remote place, and ruined a good job, what a crime."

The evil master was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look directly at Dean Ding: "Is his current job not very good? Ask him and he won't say, so just say it's good."

"He has this kind of temper, he always thinks of others." Dean Ding patted his thigh: "I'm afraid that you friends will feel sorry for him. He told me that he made a lot of money as an ordinary office clerk in a factory in a new district. Quite a lot, but I am old and I am not deceived by lard. I heard from others that his position is only about 3000 yuan, and he has gone to social security or something. I am wronged by the children here, they still come here with big bags and small bags every time."

After leaving the gate of the orphanage, Chu Rong felt even more uncomfortable than when he came here. He couldn't explain clearly, it was the feeling of wanting to run as hard as he could, until he lost his strength and was so tired that he didn't even think about it.

"I asked Xiao Shao, does his family have any objections to his support of the orphanage? Xiao Shao told me that he didn't have a family, and he doesn't plan to start a family in the future. He treats the children here as his own and hopes that they will grow up I can feel the warmth of being loved. Such a nice person, very considerate and careful. When winter came, I specially changed into an old cotton coat. I asked him to find out that it was a down jacket and cashmere coat. Firstly, I was afraid that the children would be allergic to fluff, and secondly, the fabric It is not as good as pure cotton, and children will feel uncomfortable when they touch it. Mr. Chu, you are his friend, and you can persuade him when you have time. How do you feel, when you get older, you are alone, and when you are sick, you don’t even have someone to hold a glass of water to talk to you, how will you live your life?”