The vest boss, she is beautiful and sassy

Qiao Nian and Su Qing have already started to visit here under the guidance of the welfare home staff.

They also need to know what life is like for these children on a regular basis, which will determine the final level of funding.

Supplementing materials is one thing, but if after the inspection, there are other problems found, Lu will provide another amount of funds.

For example, if the building is in disrepair, the walls are damaged, the dormitory environment is not good, the cafeteria is too small, etc. If there are any of these problems, Lu will fund the reconstruction.

These things are not unique to the Red Star Welfare Institute. Qiao Nian does this every time he does charity.

Slowly, Lu Jianing walked in little by little, missing her as she walked.

The brand-new orphanage that used to be a brand-new orphanage is now showing signs of dilapidation due to the ravages of time. The exterior walls are mottled and cracked into irregular pieces.

A large ivy stretches along the outer edge of the wall, blocking half of the light from the windows.

In the largest open space in the courtyard, the slide is in disrepair and the paint on the horizontal bar is peeling off, giving it an air of disuse.

In the blink of an eye, the sight extended further into the distance, and the small saplings at the original location were planted by them themselves, and now they have grown into a tall and tall tree with thick branches.

The branches and leaves are lush and green, showing vitality and vitality.

The old and the new blend together, and vitality spreads among the decay.

Gradually withdrawing from the memories, Lu Jianing looked towards the main hospital area.

By the way, she is going to find the director’s mother. I wonder if she is still in this orphanage?

Calculated by age, he should be retired. I don’t know if the dean’s mother has been retained and re-employed.

In the dean's office, Lu Jianing looked at this strange middle-aged woman, "Is Feng Zhujun still in this welfare home? If not, can you tell me where she lives now?"

The middle-aged dean with neat short hair raised his glasses and said in a not-so-good tone, "Who are you, and what do you want to do with her?"

Lu Jianing directly stated her identity and purpose of visit, "That's right, I grew up in the Red Star Welfare Home. Feng Zhujun was the director at that time, and I came here to visit her."

If you say this, women with short hair will understand. It's the same as a graduated student returning to his alma mater to visit his teacher.

Hongxing Welfare Institute has been established for nearly fifty years, and batches of people have walked out of it, and many people come back here on weekdays.

There is a special record list for these visitors, and if there is a donation, it will also be recorded in detail.

She walked behind the desk, took out an A4-sized book and handed it to Lu Jianing, "Register the information."

After Lu Jianing registered according to the format, she returned it to the current dean and continued to ask: "Excuse me, dean Feng Zhujun, where are you now?"

The short-haired woman seemed to feel melancholy for a moment when she heard the name again.

"Dean Feng has retired."

Lu Jianing's answer was no exception at all.

But she wanted to know where Dean Feng lived now.

The short-haired woman sighed and said, "Dean Feng died of illness two years ago."

Lu Jianing was stunned.

how come? The dean’s mother has actually...

While Lu Jianing was stunned, the short-haired woman picked up the interview information Lu Jianing had just filled in and glanced at it casually.

As a result, I saw an unexpected name.

She carefully confirmed the name, and then when she looked up at Lu Jianing, her eyes changed.

"Your name is Lu Jianing?"

"Ah? Yes, what, is there any problem?"

The short-haired woman talked to herself as if she had finally found someone to talk to.

"Feng Zhujun is my teacher. When I came here for internship, Teacher Feng taught me little by little how to work and how to get along well with those children."

"Teacher Feng worked diligently until she retired. Even after retirement, she still stayed here to provide life guidance."

"Perhaps for her, this place is not only a workplace, but also a home. Teacher Feng has never been married. I asked her why she didn't find a man to marry. Don't you want a child of your own?"

"Teacher Feng said that she has had children for a long time. Every child here is family to her and her child."

When the narration reaches this point, the short-haired woman's spectacles become foggy. She took a tissue, gently wiped the blurred lenses and the crystal corners of her eyes, and then continued:

"I said, but these children will eventually have to leave when they reach their age."

"Teacher Feng said that the duty of parents is to protect their children when they are still young. Home is their eternal haven, but it is not a shackle that prevents them from flying high."

Lu Jianing always listened to her story quietly without interrupting, being a good listener.

The teacher Feng mentioned by the short-haired woman is no different from the kind dean mother in Lu Jianing's memory. She is just that kind of person.

Unfortunately, Lu Jianing became an orphan since she was a child, but fortunately she met a good dean and mother. Although she was not related by blood, she was a very good parent.

"Did Dean Feng die peacefully in the end?" Lu Jianing asked with a faint cry.

The short-haired woman said softly in a sentimental voice: "Teacher Feng has dedicated his whole life to this place."

As she spoke, she pointed to the ginkgo tree outside the window, which was facing the window of the dean's office.

"It was under that tree that Teacher Feng lay on the wicker chair when golden yellow covered the earth. On a warm autumn day, he closed his eyes with peace of mind."

Lu Jianing followed her gaze and looked over.

It was as if I had traveled through time, returned to the past, and saw that day. The yellow ginkgo leaves were falling in the wind, like a warm apricot yellow quilt covering the body of the dean's mother, who was sleeping peacefully on the recliner with a smile on her face.

Hot tears unconsciously crossed the corners of the eyes, flowed down the cheeks, and fell down.

At first there were just a few scattered drops, but after a while they fell like broken pearls.

After a while, the sobbing became louder and louder.

Lu Jianing thought that she would be able to see a gray-haired dean and grandma, say a few more words, and...

Unfortunately, she was still late.

She regretted it and should have come earlier.

First, I became a professor as an adult, my career was booming, and I was busy working hard in my youth.

Later, he went abroad to avoid disaster for some reason, and lost his memory after returning home.

By some strange combination of circumstances, it has been delayed until now.

When you want to see things, things are different and people are different.

I wanted to see it but couldn't see it for a long time.

The short-haired woman turned her back silently and took out a tissue to secretly wipe the corners of her eyes.

After the atmosphere calmed down, the short-haired woman asked Lu Jianing to sit down.

At this time, both of them had red eyes, especially Lu Jianing, whose face had obvious traces of tears that could not be concealed.

"Before Teacher Feng passed away, she told me something."

"I said this after hearing your name just now because she often mentioned you in front of me."

"She said that you are the smartest and most sensible among her children. Once she even jokingly told me that your biological parents must have good genes, otherwise how could you give birth to such an outstanding child."

"After you left the orphanage as an adult, Dean Feng has been paying attention to you. Later, you became a national-level professor. When she heard about it, she was so happy that she took me and talked all night."

After hearing this, Lu Jianing, who had finally stopped crying, felt her eyes sore again and sobbed quietly.

"After Teacher Feng fell ill and knew that she would not die soon, she left something for me."

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman stepped to a shelf and took out a box.

She gave the box to Lu Jianing, "The things inside are for you."

Lu Jianing was a little confused. Did the dean's mother leave something for her?