Slightly sweet when I first heard it

Only then did Yan Jinghuai realize that these children were all disabled.

Some people can't see, some can't speak, and there are children with mental disabilities.

It's more like a 'special education' school than an 'orphanage'.

It was rare for people to come in the mountains. They were very curious about Yan Jinghuai, but they didn't dare to talk to him, so they all secretly looked at him.

There was a little boy with a thick head and a thick brain, Chongwen Qingyin, gesturing in sign language.Yan Jinghuai understood, and he was asking: Who is this good-looking brother.

Wen Qingyin gestured to him embarrassingly: He is my husband.

A little girl understood and told the others loudly: "This brother is the husband of sister Jianjian."

The yelling was so loud that the children who were playing in the yard gathered around, exclaiming one after another, praising them for being amazing.

They really are too small, that's the highest compliment they know.

Wen Qingyin was still complacent.She made a gesture of 'receive', and then gave them a 'shh', "Brother and sister have class tomorrow, don't disturb their rest."

The children also got up with 'shh', expressing that they would be obedient.

This is a very cute gesture, but Yan Jinghuai felt sad watching it.

The little girl who could understand sign language was about seven or eight years old, and her right side shrank like a deformed tree root.

There is also a little boy, at most no more than ten years old, whose forehead protrudes exaggeratedly, making his eyes almost protrude from the eye sockets.

"Don't be sad." Wen Qingyin said, "He has already been scheduled for surgery. In a few days, he will be like any other child."

Yan Jinghuai's throat tightened, "How do you operate here? Are you supporting it alone?"

"Grandpa is in charge of this place." Wen Qingyin smiled softly, "He set up a fund for this place, and the money he gives every year is not much, enough for their living and tuition fees."

Worried about Yan Jinghuai's misunderstanding, Wen Qingyin explained: "It's not that grandpa doesn't want to spend money on them. He's afraid that these children will develop a bad habit of getting something for nothing."

"Grandpa kept telling them to rely on themselves."

"He is always worried that if he raises them, one day the family will go bankrupt and these children will not be able to survive."

Yan Jinghuai said, "Grandpa, you are such a remarkable person."

Wen Qingyin was very proud: "Of course our old man is amazing."

The two were talking when the dean came over with a little boy in his arms.

The child is very small, no more than two or three years old.Wen Qingyin was curious: "Who is this kid, I have never seen it before."

After confirming that the child was asleep, the dean said: "It's really a crime, I have never seen such a person."

After years of operation, this orphanage is also considered a little famous.

A few days ago, someone added the dean on WeChat, saying that he was in the food business. He was very moved when he saw the report about the dean and the orphanage on the Internet. He wanted to donate a batch of snacks and asked the dean for the address.

There are often well-meaning people donating money and materials to the courtyard.The dean didn't think much, and sent the address.

Unexpectedly, the next day, there was an extra canvas bag at the gate of the compound. The dean saw that the child was sleeping soundly in it.

There was nothing in the bag, not even the child's name.

Wen Qingyin frowned: "He, what's the problem?"

"No. Checked, very healthy."

The dean sighed:

"The adults in his family are either minors, or they really can't afford to support them."

"I was born in an orphanage, and I can count the number of healthy boys who were thrown away."

At this moment, the boy in his arms moved, and the dean immediately stopped talking.

Wen Qingyin told Yan Jinghuai in sign language that although the children were young, the dean never said such things in front of the children.

Those sensitive emotions belonging to the artist are about to move, and Yan Jinghuai's eyes are secretly red.

When the child fell asleep, Wen Qingyin asked again: "You are looking for me because of him?"

"No." The dean said: "He belongs to the daily life in the courtyard, and I can handle it alone."

"I invited you here because of Xiaohu."

Xiaohu is the little boy with a tiger head and a tiger brain.

"He didn't always want to be a dancer. A few days ago, there was an audition for a children's program. He went to join in the fun and got selected."

The dean is proud.

These abandoned children are her treasures.

"The program team asked him to record the program in three days. But I really don't have enough manpower here, so—"

Before she could say the request, Wen Qingyin had already agreed, "No problem, I will pick him up in three days."

The dean's wrinkled face bloomed into a flower: "I will see you after I say thank you. You stay tonight, and I will make dumplings for you."

"Great, I came on an empty stomach."

Wen Qingyin smiled brightly, but Yan Jinghuai knew that her smile was fake.

She just didn't want the dean to feel indebted to her.

There were so many people in the courtyard, Yan Jinghuai offered to help when cooking dinner.

He chatted with the dean for a while, and learned a lot about Wen Qingyin's childhood anecdotes, as well as the dean's pride and sadness.

After the dumplings were in the pot, he came out to find Wen Qingyin.

The little boy with a tumor on his head pointed to a room and told him shyly that his sister was there.

He appeared suddenly, startling Yan Jinghuai.

He was worried that the child might misunderstand his emotions, so he smiled friendly and asked softly, "Mind if I pat your head."

It was about the first time the child was asked like this, he was taken aback for a moment, and said a little awkwardly: "Yes, yes."

Yan Jinghuai put his hand on top of his head and stroked him very gently: "Thank you, you helped me a very important favor."

Xu Qingwu liked others to praise her like this when she was a child, and this kid probably liked it too.

Sure enough, the child's face turned red with excitement.He took Yan Jinghuai's hand and personally escorted him to Wen Qingyin's classroom.

In the classroom, Wen Qingyin is teaching Xiaohu how to speak.

Xiaohu was born deaf, and just had a cochlear implant surgery last year. Now is an important time to practice speaking.

Wen Qingyin opened his mouth wide and taught him word by word.

Xiaohu worked hard to learn, but his pronunciation was always very strange.

Wen Qingyin did not give up.

She took the trouble to open her mouth wide so that Xiaohu could see the shape of her mouth clearly.Then wrap the finger with soft gauze, put it into Xiaohu's mouth, and correct the position of his tongue.

Wen Qingyin is short-tempered, but at this moment she is extraordinarily patient.

On the other hand, Xiaohu, a child who has no concentration, practiced a few times, and began to cry.

After dinner, on the way back to the old house, Yan Jinghuai mentioned this matter.

Wen Qingyin said: "I also learned to speak in this way."

"Children like us learn to speak in this way."

Thinking of the past, Wen Qingyin smiled and shook her head, "I'm not as good as Xiaohu. It's a hard work mom."

Wen Qingyin speaks Y very well, and D very well.Yan Jinghuai heard her read the original documents of country R, ​​and heard her quarreling with others in F language.

He couldn't imagine how much tears and sweat she had put in to learn this.

And how much Ms. An paid for her.

He said to Wen Qingyin: "Ms. An, you really put your baby in my hands."

"Why are you talking nasty things all of a sudden, drive your car properly." Wen Qingyin covered her red cheeks and threatened, "You have to be nice to me, do you know?"

Yan Jinghuai didn't answer, but just kissed the back of her hand.

At this time, the two had arrived at the parking lot of the old house.

The father-in-law Yan Jinghuai was worried about the safety of the two of them and was waiting for them here when he happened to see this scene.

There was a new and old grudge, and the father-in-law scolded the two of them, but Wen Qingyin resisted, and was so angry that he vomited blood.Fortunately, He Yihong arrived in time, and he was rescued by feeding half a bottle of Wuji Baifeng Wan.

three days later.

Wen Qingyin received Xiaohu smoothly.

It's also a coincidence that Yan Jinghuai is going to record a show today, and it's in the shed next door to Xiaohu.

It was still early, so he and Wen Qingyin accompanied Xiaohu.

Xiaohu came to the studio for the first time, and everything he saw was fresh.

He probably forgot that he could speak with his mouth, and his hands were so busy along the way that he kept giving sign language to Wen Qingyin.

Wen Qingyin is also very patient, reminding him time and time again, "Speak with your mouth".

After a short rest, it will soon be Xiaohu's turn to play.

This part is self-introduction.

Don't look at Xiaohu, who is like a tiger and a tiger off the stage, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, but on the stage, he looks like a little quail.

He was the youngest contestant, and he was cute. The judges favored him, coaxed him kindly, and asked, "Little friend, what's your name?"

Xiaohu raised his hand, as if he wanted to sign again.But looking at the crowd in the audience, he put down his hands again.

He seemed to want to say something, moved his lips twice, finally grinned, and cried helplessly.

In Wen Qingyin's world, there is no concept that a man cannot shed tears.

She took him back to the lounge, waited for Xiaohu to cry enough, and asked: "What's wrong with you, why are you crying, are you afraid?"

Xiaohu shook his head aggrievedly.

He raised his hand, trying to gesture something.Wen Qingyin gently pressed his hand down:
"You tell me. It doesn't matter how slowly you speak, I'll listen."

Xiaohu was even more aggrieved, and tears fell like he didn't want money.He blushed and refused to say a word.

Wen Qingyin frowned slightly, and asked, "Is it true that someone laughed at you?"

Xiaohu couldn't bear it anymore, and threw himself into her arms, with tears and snot all over her clothes.

To show the importance she attached to this event, Wen Qingyin specially wore the chick yellow she likes.If it wasn't too hot, she would still be wearing that favorite cashmere sweater.

This dress is her second favorite, but she doesn't care about being dirty by Xiaohu.

She patiently patted Xiaohu on the back and comforted him softly.

The more gentle she is, the more fierce Xiaohu's tears will be.He gestured and muttered, telling her his grievances.

It turned out that a parent just came here made fun of Xiaohu's accent, saying that he is such a big kid that he can't even speak clearly. He must be a little fool.

This person mistakenly thought that Wen Qingyin and Yan Jinghuai were Xiaohu's parents, and he probably just wanted to play a joke on him.How could Xiaohu hear this? He didn't lie down and roll on the ground because the child's mental quality is strong.

Xiaohu said: "Why is she laughing at me? I only learned Earth dialect for half a year."

Xiaohu said: "I'm not a fool. My parents just accidentally dropped me on the earth. They will definitely come back to pick me up."

Xiaohu said: ...

Seeing Wen Qingyin clenched his fists, Yan Jinghuai probably went to check the monitoring later to find this bastard.

He can't do anything else, it's still possible to find someone.So he sent a text message to Zhou Hesong and asked him to be a coolie.

Xiaohu was really sad, hugging Wen Qingyin's neck and acting like a spoiled child:
"Sister Jianjian, I don't want to learn the 'Earth's Common Language'. Our little tiger planet obviously has its own language, why should we learn theirs?"

"I'm not at all happy with them, I don't like them."