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Chapter 52 Shelter

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    "Call me if you need it."

    Wen Qingyun put down the box, and he had to go to the dean's office to hand over the donations he had brought.

    Jiang Lan waved her hand, "Go, I'm enough here alone."

    She brought the box, which contained toys and picture books. Jiang Lan took it out and put it on the ground. Six pairs of eyes stared at her. The youngest, Mumu, leaned over curiously.

    Jiang Lan, "Do you like it? The Barbie doll I promised to bring you last time, here."

    Mu Mu obviously forgot, and looked at her with unfamiliar eyes, timidly, wanting but not daring to take it.

    She maintained the posture of handing it over, and the smile on her face became more friendly, "Take it, every child has it."

    Mu Mu looked back at the oldest Xiao Chao, who was looking at the mirror with his legs crossed, and nodded when he saw it, "I'm tired of such worthless things."

    Only then did Mu Mu happily accept it. With a leader, it would be much easier to distribute the toys, and soon the last one would be left.

    Xiaochao is a boy with a carefree personality and a serious self-awareness disorder. He watched a TV series last year and thought he was a little fairy from Fairy Castle after watching it.

    Usually she calls herself a little fairy.

    The little super fairy has a small mirror, which is basically in her hand, to appreciate her own beauty. There is a pink ribbon on her head, which is suspected to be the bow ribbon of a birthday cake box.

    Holding the colorful box, Jiang Lan leaned over to look at him, "Xiao Chao, your skin is fine, is the skin of little fairies as delicate and smooth as yours?"

    Xiaochao touched his cheek and said reservedly, "It's so-so, they are worse than me."

    The eyes peeked at the box, touched the hair, "what?".

    Jiang Lan seemed to be attracted by his beauty, so she forgot to introduce the gift in her hand, and hurriedly opened it, "It's some hairpins, which look pretty at first, but when I think of giving them to you, I feel ashamed and embarrassed to give them to you."  .¡±

    The box was opened, and Bulling Bulling's crystal pearl hairpin and necklace, each of which won the heart of the little fairy.

    Xiaochao watched intently, his little hands eager to try them on, wishing he could try them all on, and he held the little fairy's arrogance, "Let's do it."

    Jiang Lan smiled slightly, "How about I try it on for you?"

    Xiaochao blushed and nodded impatiently, "Sure."

    The little fairy tried it on too loudly, and the other children who received the gifts looked sideways frequently. Mu Mu hugged the Barbie doll and looked at it enviously.

    The little fairy played with a string of pearl bracelets, "Want?"

    Mumu nodded, she was dumb and couldn't clearly express her preferences.

    "Take it and play."

    After the little fairy gave Jiang Lan a sneaky look at her reaction, the latter chuckled and cheered, "The little fairy is really kind, and I am so happy to be your friend."

    Xiaochao's ears turned red with embarrassment, Erlang put his legs down and sat up straight, "You are not bad as a mortal, this fairy has allowed you to be my friend."

    After finishing speaking, he took out a branch from under the pillow, stood up and read the skills in a circle, chanted an incomprehensible spell, and finally pointed to Jiang Lan, "Balala energy woohoo, the light of luck!"

    The lucky Jiang Lan covered her mouth in astonishment, and excitedly said in disbelief, "Did I finally get the little fairy's approval? I'm so touched."

    The little fairy raised her chin and proudly went to share the jewelry with Mu Mu.

    Jiang Lan looked at her for a while with a smile on her face, and suddenly felt a certain set of eyes staring at her, subconsciously turned her head, only to see the boy looking out alone by the window.

    Looking around, the other three children were drawing pictures and reading books, but he was the only one who was precociously watching with cold eyes.

    Jiang Lan remembered him. The boy's name was Zhuo Zhuo. He was a kid who had just been sent here not long ago. He was transferred from an orphanage. The psychiatrist diagnosed him as world-weary and had a serious desire for cruelty and destruction.

    "Hi Zhuozhuo, do you remember me?"

    She has a bright smile, but he is cold and indifferent.

    "Ugly!"

    His eyes are fierce, his teeth and claws can't hide his emotions, and he can't help exuding malice.

    Jiang Lan paused for a moment with a smile. She didn't expect the child to be so shameless. There was a paintbrush she gave her on the window sill.

    "Do you like the brush? The last time I came to see you painting, the painting is very good."

    Zhuo Zhuo hated him, and suddenly picked up the paintbrush and threw it on the ground. He was still angry, and stepped on it vigorously with his feet until the colorful paintbrush fell apart. He looked at her provocatively.

    Jiang Lan looked back at him, the child's thoughts were almost on his face.

    He is waiting, waitingWhen she gets angry, when she shows her angry and swearing side, he will destroy everyone's hypocrisy.

    He hates all those who come to the shelter to show their love.

    Jiang Lan sighed in his heart, Zhuo Zhuo transferred here from the orphanage, and what he has seen most is anticipation and disappointment. A volunteer who offered love on a whim, and casually promised to see you again in a few days, can become the biggest of the children in the orphanage.  expectations.

    Then there is disappointment, disappointment again and again, and when disappointment reaches the extreme, there will be no expectations.

    So he hates people like Jiang Lan, what they send is not warmth, but knives, knives that stab people with blood dripping.

    "Ah, it's too violent. This fairy hates dirty floors." Fairy Xiaochao bluffed and then ran away. He despised the paint and debris all over the floor, and followed in a hurry.

    Jiang Lan regained consciousness, Zhuo Zhuo had already sat back in front of the window, as if the person who vented the violence just now was not him.

    She cleaned the floor, lowered her body and looked at him at the same level, "It's okay if you don't like that box of brushes, I'll bring you better ones next time."

    Zhuo Zhuo looked at her coldly, with strong malice hidden in his dark eyes, and turned back to look out the window, he didn't want to talk to her.

    Leaving the shelter, the sky darkened, the car lights illuminated the road ahead, and all the brothers and sisters were silent.

    Wen Qingyun, "The old director said that the funds are insufficient, and the shelter may be closed down."

    Jiang Lan was shocked, "Isn't there a donation?"

    Wen Qingyun took the time to look at her, with a dry voice, "The dean showed me the donation flow for the past half a year, and there was only one account where the money was unshakeable every month."

    Jiang Lan tightened her hand holding the phone, "How long can it last?"

    She is not the Virgin, and the eyes of those children are like mirrors that can distinguish good from evil, and she feels uneasy.

    "Is there no other way?"

    "Yes, donations and capital injections are not something you and I can do."

    He may be able to spend a sum of money to invest in it, but it will only last for a few months or a year. The shelter will be expanded, and the number of people will not be reduced if there are no accidents.

    To say something shameless, he can't afford it.

    Jiang Lan could also think of it, her face darkened, "What will happen to those patients after the shelter is closed?".

    "If you have family members, contact your family members. If you can't contact them, they will be transferred to another hospital."

    "Psychiatric hospital?"

    Wen Qingyun remained silent, and the result was obvious. Although the environment for mentally ill patients in a mental hospital is not good, at least food and clothing can be guaranteed.

    Jiang Lan closed her eyes, and put the sweater hat on her head in agitation.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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