HP Wendy's crossing running account

When she woke up again, Wendy was woken up by urinating.

The sky outside the window was still gloomy, and it was hard to tell whether it was morning or evening.

Wendy felt sticky all over her body, but her mind was exceptionally refreshed, and her limbs became stronger.

Without Susan, the room was empty.

Depending on the workload of taking care of dozens of children, she can't be expected to guard herself all the time.Wendy smiled wryly, and decided to ask for help rather than herself.

She got up slowly, found the big scarf next to the pillow, wrapped it tightly around herself twice, and tied another knot.After doing this, she felt that her little arms were a little sore, so she rested again, and then slowly moved towards the edge of the bed.Fortunately, she found a pair of small shoes on the floor at a glance.The iron canopy bed was a bit high for her current height, and it took her a lot of effort to land smoothly.

A few seconds later, she was moving around the room on her shoes.

The bed, table and chairs have become very high. This feeling is very novel for a former adult, as if suddenly entering the giant country.Judging from the relative proportions, Wendy felt that her current height was about 1 meter, just a little shorter than the doorknob.

Wendy was about to reach for the doorknob when the door was pushed open, almost hanging her small body upside down.

At the same time, a familiar and angry voice came from above his head: "What are you doing?!"

The sick child who sneaked out of bed was caught by the cold-faced and serious nurse, which is simply an unbearable memory.While Wendy had a toothache, she still had to maintain the weeping expression on her face to win sympathy, and at the same time complained in a very sincere tone: "I want to pee...but I can't find you..."

In Li Yunting's previous life, her father died early and her mother was indulging in grief and ignored everything, so she was moved between various trusteeship institutions and the homes of relatives and friends since she was a child.Although she will not grow into a master of house fighting and palace fighting who is good at observing words and expressions, she has also summed up some useful rules.One of them is:

The best way to deal with managers who are tired of caring for many children is to "keep quiet when it's okay, and tell the truth when it's okay."

Thinking of these uncles and aunts, they are physically and mentally exhausted from being tossed by a group of energetic brats all day long, and they show their old appearance at a young age.You still have to play tricks with them, tell lies, and talk about things, which is simply: harming others and yourself.

Sure enough, going straight to Dafa has yielded effective results.

One minute later, Wendy was held by Ms. Susan and walked out of the cramped small room of the medical room.

Outside the room is a long corridor.In the middle of the corridor is a wide stone staircase, facing a foyer with black and white floor tiles.As Wendy originally guessed, the medical room is the first room on the right side of the stairs.

Wendy was led past the platform and the hall in front of the stone staircase, and walked to the left along the corridor, passing by:

A couple of locked wooden doors (it turned out to be the rooms of the orphanage staff),

An open laundry room (where young women in aprons are washing clothes with thirteen- and fourteen-year-old girls in gray robes),

A gate (bathhouse) with the sign of "bathhouse" in the toddler body,

Finally arrived at the destination.

Entering the door is a spacious bathroom with a row of copper faucets against the wall, and the sink is paved with white bricks.There is also a large full-length mirror inlaid on the wall next to the door, and there is a big spider web-shaped crack in the lower right corner of the mirror.Two small doors were opened on the inside of the bathroom, and the words "boys" and "girls" in childish style were written on the doors.

The inside of the toilet is very clean, and the ground and steps paved with large blue stones have been scrubbed spotlessly.A row of small transom windows is opened high above the ground, and the price of air circulation is a drop in the temperature of the toilet, especially in the windy season.

Wendy shivered, and walked towards the squatting pit at a faster pace.Yes, the children used a row of squat pits, two of which were rather small, presumably for the younger children (Wendy measured herself and went into one of them).The water channels under the squatting pit are connected, and the water flows continuously all year round, which saves the trouble of flushing. 【1】

To wipe her buttocks, she used a stack of toilet paper that Susan took out from her pocket, which was somewhat similar to the green-brown toilet paper used by grandma's generation, with rough and hard characteristics.

Wendy who came out of the toilet was satisfied.

As the saying goes, you can know a thing or two by looking at the living conditions of a place and looking at the toilets.Wendy felt very grateful for this clean, odorless and somewhat modern way of going to the toilet.The furry children who lived in affluent areas since childhood are full of resentment towards the existence of dry toilets, not to mention the straw ropes and tiles used to wipe butts in ancient times.

Thanks to the God of Time Traveling for sending me to the era when toilet paper was used to wipe my ass, Amen!

Satisfied, Wendy began to summarize what she had seen.

As far as we can see along the way, it should be a "one"-shaped building made of stone and bricks. Some floors are covered with bricks, but there are few places where whitewash or wallpaper is pasted.This style is very, um, quaint.

Many details show that the building is very worn out, and the current owner does not have the ability and financial resources to carry out a new renovation.But fortunately, all key locations are clean and appropriate. In fact, they are a bit too clean.This shows that the person in charge has a strong control over the entire orphanage and a critical Virgo character.

The benefits are obvious, and the chances of infectious diseases are greatly reduced in a clean environment, which is of great significance to this sickly body.Moreover, judging from the manager's morality, it is unlikely that he will eat waste oil from dead pork.

Well, food safety and sanitation are guaranteed.It's just that the conditions are tougher - Wendy pulled the gray cloth robe on her body - she can still get used to it.

Happiness comes faster when the standard is lowered.

When Wendy was led back to the infirmary, there were still pink bubbles on her body from a piece of toilet paper.

Before entering the door, she glanced at the corridor on the right.On the left are places with water such as laundry rooms, toilets, and bathhouses.Don't know what's on the right?And upstairs.

I really want to open a new map.Little Wendy, whose face was calm, shouted in her heart.

Just like yesterday, I was thrown back on the bed and had my temperature taken.Fortunately, it seems that the fever has subsided, and Ms. Susan no longer has the look of being owed 500 million.

But Wendy was still required to lie on the bed, and the request to take a bath was also rejected.

By the time she bid farewell to her sick leave life and returned to the collective, it was already two days later.

The author has something to say:

Note [1]: There are such perennial running toilets.Generally, it is next to the river, and the running water is directly drawn from the river.The Wall Orphanage is in a block near the Thames River, and it is an old building, so I used this design.It is not a system with tap water, so there is no need to worry about water bills.

The orphanage described by Rowling mentioned "clean" and "spotless" many times.So what I imagined was Fang Zheng's rigid and strict kind, with strict control and a depressing atmosphere, a bit like a monastery.But to say that they abuse children, eat dirty food, have stains on the quilt, and even kowtow to the rich and buy and sell children is simply unthinkable.A person in charge who can clean up the environment is at least a decent person; otherwise, it doesn't matter whether he cleans the place where humanoid goods live.