shock!Escaping NPC is the master of radio drama

"Xiao Xing is going too?"

"Dad, Mom, since it's a good deed, I have to contribute anyway."

The 13-year-old Xue Yinghuo is wearing a delicate black suit and a handsome face. She looks like an aristocrat who should not exist in the Chinese territory.

He was born in the UK when he was a child, and his parents returned to China because of patriotism, and they took root here. Fengcheng is his ancestral home. This city presents a microcosm of China's development history. It has undergone rapid changes and is changing with each passing day.

Father Xue, as a sea turtle in building the motherland, has revolutionary martyrs in his ancestors, and he can be regarded as the root of Zhengmiaohong. He soon became a well-known local entrepreneur, philanthropist, and representative of the National People's Congress.

Xue Yinghuo remembered from a few years old that he often followed his parents to do charity everywhere, no matter how big or small, he only rescued people in dire straits, and only helped the suffering in the world.

From an early age, he cultivated deep-rooted cultivation and goodness.

A children's welfare home in the border town of the urban area is supported by local philanthropists and specializes in taking in local homeless children without parents.

The Xue family can be called the largest "shareholder" of the orphanage.

The development of the border town is different from that of the urban area. Xue Yinghuo is well-informed, and she doesn't show any disgust on her face.He heard his father talk about "must ensure that children's compulsory education", he wants to see every money he subsidized into the real world.

Xue Yinghuo took off his suit jacket and handed it to his mother. He wore a white shirt inside, which no longer seemed to have a sense of distance.

He went to the classroom, wanting to see those children.

Xue Yinghuo is tall and slender, her speech and expression are very calm, just like an adult.The teacher of the orphanage who accompanied him said: "There are teachers giving lectures every day. As for their listening status, it is still voluntary. These are six or seven-year-old children, and they can't listen to anything."

Xue Yinghuo did not correct the wrong ideas of the teachers around him. When he was six or seven years old, he had already taken the textbooks from China all the way to high school, and made countless sets of national standard college entrance examination papers.

The classroom is very simple. It should be that he received the news that his father came to visit, and it can be seen that there are traces of deliberate cleaning.The children were stumbling around, and very few of them really listened to the class seriously.

A child sitting in the front row was upright, with black hair, straight back, and a small body that looked serious. He looked out of place in the group of children around him.

The teacher noticed his gaze and said, "This kid is the hardest one here, and the teachers like him very much."

"What's his name?"

Xue Yinghuo, who had always been uninterested in anything, suddenly asked.

The teacher was taken aback, and said: "He is an orphan and has no surname, but he has given himself a name. This child is very smart, and no one of the same age will recognize this name."

"what is it call?"

"Young light."

"Young light." Xue Yinghuo repeated.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and a group of children all looked over, blinking at Xue Yinghuo.

They couldn't feel any more, but they were quiet overall, as if they were afraid of disturbing this noble brother who was exuding dignity.

Only the kid named "Hinako" didn't even look back.

Xue Yinghuo didn't know why, but there was a bit of anxiety in her heart, which even he himself found inconceivable.

He took the phone to contact his assistant and went to the nearest place to buy candy and snacks.Because he never eats this stuff, he forgot to prepare it in advance.

The candy was bought and distributed to the children. He noticed that Hina Hikaru did not come to receive the candy, but several children gave him their own candy.

Children of this age can know how to share, it can only be said that this young light is very popular.

Xue Yinghuo suddenly scratched her head, wanting to see the child's face.

"There should be someone here to adopt, right?"

"Yes, but very few." The teacher said: "It's too remote. There are no opportunities or gimmicks for publicity."

He knew that it was impossible for his family to adopt. His father was going to enter politics soon, and his mother was going to work in a TV station. The two of them had no time or energy. They didn't even have time for themselves, let alone adopting a younger child.

Whether or not the orphanage's money can really be "realized" in the future is another matter, so they will dispatch the whole family this time to emphasize it.

Xue Yinghuo could figure everything out easily, so he didn't beg the adults to make any changes for him, but felt it was a pity.

I hope I have the opportunity to meet him again in the future.

But now, Xue Yinghuo just wanted to see the child's face.

"Master, can you call him?"

The teacher saw Xue Yinghuo's thoughts, and only thought that children like to make friends, and said with a smile: "Why don't you call yourself? You can go in and chat with him."

Xue Ying shook her head in confusion, she couldn't adopt others, so don't interfere too much and disturb their lives.He didn't want to cause any deviation in his thinking about these children's psychology because of himself.

He just wanted to take a look.

"Young light!"

The teacher yelled suddenly, caught off guard, Chu Guang turned around, Xue Yinghuo reacted quickly, and hurriedly dodged, Chu Guang only saw a white dress flashing past.

The child nodded slightly to the teacher on this side.

Xue Yingzhuo's heart beat faster than ever before, and he had an inexplicable feeling that could be called absurd——

The two of them should meet again in the future.

in this world,

many times

You do not know,

The first time you thought,

in fact,

It was a reunion.

--end--

The author says:

I don't want to end, sorry