paranoia

Song Wanzhou pushed open the door of the 'Zi Yue' cafe, smiled and nodded at the clerk at the front desk, and asked them for the old seat.

"Is it still a latte?" the clerk asked.

Song Wanzhou pursed his lips, "Is there any bitter tea?" He needs to be more sober today.

The clerk nodded, "Okay, please wait a moment."

They have long been accustomed to Song Wanzhou who shows up in the store on time every Friday afternoon, and they even take the initiative to reserve a window seat in the corner of the second floor for him.Sometimes the store manager can't come to open the store due to business, and on Fridays, he will send people to guard the store, prepare a cup of coffee for Song Wanzhou, who will definitely come to visit no matter the weather, and let him stay quietly for two hours alone.

After all, not every customer can be like Song Wanzhou, from the opening of the store to the present, insisting on checking in for ten years.

The location of the window of the 'Zi Yue' cafe is just opposite to the main entrance of Hangzhou Normal University, so you can clearly see the flow of people and vehicles coming in and out.

Witnessing a familiar vehicle appearing from the corner and then leaving without stopping, Song Wanzhou looked away lightly, pursed his lips, and took out a pen and paper from his briefcase.

It's the end of the month again.

No matter how many times I pick up the pen, there are only those two sentences repeated over and over again on the letterhead.

'sorry. '

as well as,

'May you all be safe and happy, and have a worry-free year. '

Stuffing the letter paper into the envelope that had been prepared, Song Wanzhou's eyes blushed unconsciously, but he wrote the two sentences for more than an hour, deleting, deleting, revising, and bitterly trying to finish every stroke.

There was a water stain in the lower right corner of the envelope, and Song Wanzhou laughed at himself after he woke up. He is not young, but his emotions are becoming more and more irresistible, and he always shows his vulnerable side inadvertently.

Fortunately, he was the only one on the second floor, so he quickly lowered his eyes and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

After learning from the reporter that the 'Binhe Children's Welfare Institute' had finally been exposed, a big stone that had been weighing on Song Wanzhou's heart for many years finally came down.

While relaxing, a sense of emptiness arises spontaneously.Song Wanzhou felt a little untrue, but the reporter's press card was true, and the report shown to him was also true.He couldn't tell why he felt a little lost in his heart, probably because there was no one to share his mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.

Once upon a time, the only person who knew the pain in his heart would sneak up on his bed in the dead of night, hold him in his arms, and call out softly, pulling him out of the nightmare.

Song Wanzhou remembered that Song Jing once said with a smile that he would never hear about the orphanage again.

He thought that Song Jing should almost forget about it, just as he also forgot what he promised Song Jing to do.

Next Monday, the orphanage will be officially dismantled and closed.

The two reporters who came to him this afternoon were just for a series of reports, interviewing the victims who lived in the orphanage for a period of time, and learning more about the darkness of the year from them, and Song Wanzhou was the last one they interviewed object.

Song Wanzhou asked them if there was a girl named Han Fei before him.

The reporter said no, but many victims are willing to watch the dismantling process of the orphanage in person. If Song Wanzhou has someone to meet, he can go to the scene to see, in case the Han Fei he said has changed like him If you see a real person, you should recognize it.

While Song Wanzhou was grateful for the information they provided, he felt uneasy in his heart.Although there is a file record of his adoption in the orphanage, only the address of the Song family's old house is left.It has been almost ten years since he left the Song family. Except for Bai Yiyu, no one else knew that he was still in Hangzhou.The reporter not only had his photo in his hand, but even went directly to his office.So after the interview, I deliberately asked a few more questions about how they knew his place of work. They just faltered and didn't give a positive answer. They only hoped that if he went to Beijing, he could contact them.

Taking a look at the business card in his wallet, Song Wanzhou sighed softly, probably because he saw the photos circulating on the Internet and recognized him.

Bai Yiyu, who had been sitting downstairs, waited until Song Wan

Zhou stood up to greet him, frowned, and asked worriedly, "Wan Zhou, why did you come half an hour late today? Did something happen?"

Putting away the sadness on his face, Song Wanzhou moved the corner of his mouth slightly, smiled, and said naturally: "There is something delayed at school."

Bai Yiyu nodded, "It's fine."

"I'm going on a business trip to Beijing tomorrow, and I may have to delay my return for a few days," Song Wanzhou handed the sealed letter to Bai Yiyu, "At that time, let's send it as usual."

"Yes." Bai Yiyu agreed.

One a week, mailed together at the end of the month. When Song Wanzhou is inconvenient, they will be handed over to him. Bai Yiyu has also mailed it many times.

"Is there any money left?" Bai Yiyu asked.

Song Wanzhou nodded, "There is still some left." Except for daily needs, all the money Song Wanzhou earns will be remitted to Song Kuan's previous salary card.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the clerk asked, "Boss, are you still open tomorrow?"

Bai Yiyu thought for a while, "You can drive it if you want, except for the cost, keep the rest of the money for yourself."

"Okay!" The clerks laughed and cheered Bai Yiyu's generosity.

The 'Zi Yue' cafe was opened by Bai Yiyu for his grandmother when he came back with the money he won in the competition.The old man is always restless and wants to do something for his good grandson, so Bai Yiyu opened a coffee shop, letting his grandma come and sit when she has nothing to do, and listen to other people chatting.Now his grandma has passed away for several years, if Song Wanzhou didn't need it, Bai Yiyu would have sold him long ago.

"Wanzhou, do you want to have dinner together tonight?"

Song Wanzhou joked with a smile, "Can you stay overnight?"

Bai Yiyu snorted disdainfully, snorted the broken hair on his forehead, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and he smiled triumphantly, "I asked for leave in advance."

"Is there training at the base again?"

"Hmm..." Bai Yiyu obviously lacked confidence.

"Aren't you afraid Brother Xiaohan will call your base?"

Bai Yiyu pouted, "I really had training today, I thought I hadn't come to you for a long time, so I slipped away."

When Bai Yiyu was still in the military, he was admitted to the hospital many times due to heart problems, so after being with Han Junjing, because of his strong dissatisfaction, Bai Yiyu obediently took over the ewg from the former captain within two years, and took After reaching the world championship, he retired directly, moved behind the scenes, and took over the work of their coach.

And Bai Yiyu and Han Junjing's success in cultivation, and the fact that they have taken care of each other and advanced together for so many years, is what makes Song Wanzhou most happy.

Song Wanzhou envied Bai Yiyu for doing whatever he wanted.Bai Yiyu and Han Junjing did not get together smoothly. The two lived together for many years. Han Junjing's parents have not yet accepted that the person their son likes is a boy, and he is even a sick child who is weak and may fall down anytime and anywhere. .

However, they never cared about other people's unkind eyes when they were together. Since Han Junjing's family could not accept him, Bai Yiyu would not appear in front of them. When Han Junjing needed to go home, he would go to the base to guard the noisy new blood. I'll pick him up when I get back.

Envy is envy, Song Wanzhou thought to himself, even if he was given another chance, he would probably still revise his wish.