It was cold, but he didn't move or show any intention of leaving.
Continue to stand on the side of the road, quietly looking at the road in the distance.
As if waiting for someone.
Waited for nearly five minutes.
As the sparse snowflakes gradually fell in the dark sky, the sound of cars came from the quiet road.
Seeing the familiar car, the thin man with a thin layer of snow on his shoulders, his dark eyes trembled slightly.
The shallow and long eyelashes are covered with cold white snow.
Thick black eyes, faintly moist.
There are mood swings, but they don't show it.
Always hidden.
Under the bright car lights, he stood on the roadside, quietly and motionless.
Let the snowflakes fall, reaching the tips of your hair, and the chill spreads throughout your limbs.
Soon, the valuable car stopped in front of him.
The car door opened, and the man who had hurried back from other places appeared.
Wearing a black knitted sweater, with loose hair, lips as red as roses, and breathing white hot breath, he appeared.
Dazzling like fire.
Warm and strong.
She was so tired, she got out of the car and ran straight over.
"Ah Sheng."
Came to him, looked at him, and didn’t say anything yet——
He bent down and hugged her gently.
His cold, almost frozen limbs touched his fire, greedily getting close and absorbing it.
He hugged her, said nothing, and buried his head in her neck.
Holding her tighter and tighter.
Too quiet.
She paused slightly as she was about to speak.
It was snowing, and his body was very cold. He didn't know how long he had been standing here, being blown by the wind.
He hugged her tightly like a pitiful little girl.
Not saying a word, completely silent.
Endless silence.
"..." She looked at the closed door of the funeral parlor behind him.
There……
She lowered her eyes.
He didn't say anything, just patted his back gently.
Hold him and touch him gently.
He was sad, she knew.
How sad it is...
Yun Si felt the slight dampness coming from her neck.
The warm and salty moisture spread silently without any warning.
Out of sight of her, he cried.
Xu didn't want her to see it, so he hugged her extra tightly.
I want to hold back my tears, but...
As soon as she came, he couldn't control himself for some reason.
Especially when she patted his back gently, he couldn't contain his emotions.
She let out a low whimper, and her tears completely stained her clothes.
The moisture gradually seeps in.
She sighed in her heart and hugged him tightly.
Kiss his ears and rub his head.
No need to say anything, just stay with him and comfort him silently.
Just a little bit like that.
He almost cried.
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Lin Xiaosheng was brought up by the dean's grandmother.
In a cold winter, he was abandoned at the entrance of the orphanage. The director's grandmother found him and took him in.
There were not many children in the orphanage at that time, and all the children had enough to eat.
He was taken in there and had a relatively peaceful and happy childhood.
He has always been grateful and cherished it.
It's a pity that the good times did not last long.
With more and more abandoned children, orphanages are becoming increasingly strapped for funds.
The amount of government subsidies was only small, and social donations only decreased but did not increase. There were times when the orphanage was about to be disbanded when it seemed that it would no longer be able to operate.
In the end, it was the dean's grandmother who went around begging for help and took the children to pick up scraps to sell, so she could barely make a living.
The other children felt ashamed, and when they grew up, they all flew away and never came back.
Only a few remaining children, including him, stayed in the orphanage and worked hard to earn money to repay the kindness.
(End of chapter)
