"Xiaoyang, aren't you busy with work recently? Why are you free to come here today?"
In the dean's office, the white-haired dean Ge Zhengqiu looked kindly at Qin Yang sitting next to him, feeling a little strange.
Because today is not the weekend and it is morning, it should be working time.
Based on Ge Zhengqiu's understanding of Qin Yang, he would definitely not miss work.
"Dean, I resign."
Qin Yang chose to tell the truth. He had no father or mother since he was a child. Dean Ge had long been regarded as a relative by him, and his tone seemed a bit low.
"Xiaoyang, what happened?"
Ge Zhengqiu noticed something was wrong with Qin Yang's state and asked with concern.
In his impression, Qin Yang seemed to have always been a cheerful and sunny person.
But at this moment, the young man in his twenties in front of him looked a little lifeless. This was not the state a young man should have.
"Dean, I..."
Qin Yang was a little hesitant and couldn't decide whether to tell the dean that he was terminally ill.
He knew that if he told this matter, Dean Ge would probably be very sad.
It was just this hesitation that made Dean Ge feel that the situation was more serious.
I saw him stand up, close the office door, and then walk back and sit down again.
"Xiaoyang, Qingtong is your family, and I am also your relative. If you suffer any injustice or are bullied outside, just tell me and I will support you."
Ge Zhengqiu didn't show any pretense, and Qin Yang knew what kind of person the dean was. When he heard these words, his eyes finally turned red.
"Hospital...dean, I...I have cancer and I won't live for a few days."
Perhaps it was not until this moment that Qin Yang finally vented his emotions that he had been holding back for nearly twenty days. He threw himself into the dean's arms and cried like a child.
"What?!"
Even though Ge Zhengqiu was mentally prepared, he never thought that the matter would be so big, and there were faint tears in his old eyes.
"Kid, don't be afraid, the dean is here."
In the end, Ge Zhengqiu could only sigh endlessly in his heart and gently patted Qin Yang on the back.
But for a while, he didn't know how to persuade him, he just felt that things in the world were unpredictable.
Qin Yang was only twenty-five years old. He was suffering from a terminal illness in such a good year. Thinking about it, it was really unfair.
Fortunately, Qin Yang didn't lose his composure for too long. After a while, he let go of Dean Ge. He wiped away his tears and even had a smile on his face.
"I'm sorry for making the dean worried."
Qin Yang adjusted his mentality and stopped talking about the terminal illness. Instead, he put his hand into his pocket.
When I took it out again, I already had an extra bank card in my hand.
"Dean, I don't have much savings. I have 100,000 yuan in this card. Just think of it as a little bit of my love for the young boy."
Qin Yang didn't hesitate much and directly put the bank card in front of Ge Zhengqiu.
The words that came out of his mouth almost made the latter unable to control himself again.
"Xiaoyang, you have to keep this money for medical treatment, I can't accept it."
Ge Zhengqiu shook his head like a rattle, and heard him say seriously: "If Chujiang City can't be cured, let's go to Kyoto. There will be hope after all."
"Forget it, it can't be cured. It can't be cured."
Qin Yang also shook his head and did not dwell on such meaningless things. He pressed Ge Zhengqiu's hand and stood up directly.
"Dean, do you mind if I want to stay in the hospital for a few days?"
Qin Yang asked with a smile. In such a state, Ge Zhengqiu didn't know what to say and could only nod slightly.
"This child..."
Seeing Qin Yang disappearing from the door of the office, Ge Zhengqiu couldn't help but sigh, and his knuckles holding the bank card turned a little white.
The youth orphanage occupies a large area and has dormitories for children as well as separate dormitories for boys and girls.
Many orphans are adopted when they are a few years old, and the older ones live in schools.
Children who grow up in orphanages are very precocious and independent.
Even children above junior high school will not come back often during summer vacation. Instead, they will use their vacation time to work-study to earn some pocket money.
Qin Yang used to live in a separate room, which was not assigned to anyone else.
Led by a man in his fifties, Qin Yang returned to the room where he had lived for many years.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
Qin Yang thanked the person who brought him here, and the staff at the orphanage were all familiar with him and didn't say much, not to mention that this was the director's order.
“It’s still comfortable here!”
Qin Yang opened the cover of the bed and lay down on the single bed. After returning here, he felt like he was going home.
Dong dong dong...
Just when Qin Yang wanted to take a good rest, someone knocked on the door, and a voice sounded outside the door: "Brother Yang, are you there?"
Crunch!
Qin Yang opened the door and was shocked to see a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old standing outside.
This made him feel familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was.
"Brother Yang, I am Lan Yi, don't you remember me?"
The visitor obviously noticed Qin Yang's doubts, so he introduced himself, which suddenly made Qin Yang realize.
"It turns out it's Xiaoyi. I didn't expect you to grow up so much. You should be in junior high school, right?"
The figure of a little kid appeared in Qin Yang's mind, and he couldn't help but reach out to rub Lan Yi's head.
"Brother Yang, I'm already in my second year of high school."
Lan Yi avoided Qin Yang's palm intentionally or unintentionally, and the words that came out of his mouth made Qin Yang stunned for a moment, thinking, did time fly by so fast?
"Brother Yang, there are a lot of mosquitoes at night. The dean asked me to bring you some coils of mosquito coils."
Lan Yi didn't seem to want to say too much to Qin Yang. After he handed over the incense box in his hand, he turned around and left, leaving Qin Yang in a daze.
But it's midsummer now, and the orphanage is located in a suburb, overgrown with weeds, and there are indeed a lot of mosquitoes at night.
If there is no mosquito coil to repel mosquitoes, I'm afraid I'll be covered in big bumps when I wake up in the morning.
"What kind of mosquito coil is this? Why doesn't it even have a brand name?"
Qin Yang ignored Lan Yi who left. He picked up the mosquito coil box and took a look at it. He murmured in his mouth, but without too much entanglement, he lit a plate with a lighter.
Smoke rose up, and a faint smell filled the room. After a while, Qin Yang felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, Qin Yang seemed to have returned to his time in the orphanage as a child.
At that time, he had a lot of friends to play with. They all played games together, fought and caught fish together, and they were so happy.
In the darkness, the light of a mosquito-repellent incense flickered, as if the whole room was exuding a strange aura.
