Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"The Flower Box wasn't called the Flower Box before."

On the way to the director's office, the old man chatted with Ye Haichuan, "This place used to be called Blue Sky Orphanage. After receiving funding, we had the opportunity to change the name. The name Flower Box was changed together with the other eleven."

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, greeting the children running around along the way, and said with a smile: "I still remember that day. There happened to be reporters coming to interview us. They gave the orphanage a theme of renaming. They set up their cameras to take pictures of the children playing innocently under the shade of the trees. Look, it's right there..."

Dean Sun pointed to a tall pear tree and said, "It was spring, and there were many pear blossoms. The other children were racking their brains for names, and they came up with endless ideas. Only Eleven was not interested. She sat aside, fiddling with something. It was not until everyone was about to fight that someone asked her a question."

"She looked up and said..."

·

“Don’t call it an orphanage.”

The girl sat under the tree in the mottled light and shadow, her soft black hair blown back, revealing her small, snow-white face.

The little mole happened to fall in the shadow of the leaves and looked a little unhappy.

"This is my home in the flower box. It's called the Flower Box."

She picked up the wooden box she had been fiddling with and opened the lid.

The wind and sunshine flowed by, rolling up countless pink and white petals, brushing her head and face, and then drifting towards the farther hillside.

"It means a box full of flowers."

Someone grabbed her nose and laughed, "Comparing yourself to a flower, Xiao Shiyi is really shameless."

"You're not ashamed, I just like the name."

The girl raised her head to avoid the big hand and fell backwards into the grass.

The petals, which she had collected for who knows how long, kept flying out of the wooden box in her hand, falling all over her hair and cheeks along with the sunlight, and were then swept high into the sky by the next gust of wind.

·

“I can still vividly remember the scene.”

The dean stared at the tree for just a moment, then took Ye Haichuan around the corner.

It seemed as if a strong wind had blown up again.

But everyone's clothes were very quiet.

It was not until the secretary behind him uttered an exclamation that Ye Haichuan turned his head as if realizing something.

The scene reappeared from the dean's memory.

In front of him was a whole wall painted with sunshine.

Inside the wall there is whistling wind, endless sea of ​​flowers, and a clear sky filled with petals.

Even if Ye Haichuan were to judge from the perspective of a person who has participated in countless auctions and viewed countless top art exhibitions, this work is definitely worthy of being called a masterpiece.

There may be many people in this world who paint seas of flowers, but there are definitely only a handful of painters who can make every flower and every breeze full of flowing aura, making people unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality at the first glance.

Such a powerful painting was casually imprinted on the cracked old wall, and the old dean and the children passed by here without any pause.

This shows that the painting has been completely integrated into the orphanage and has become as common to them as breathing.

Noticing their slowed pace, the dean turned around and took a look: "Oh, I forgot to mention, this is also painted by Eleven."

"To prove that the name she chose was the best, she painted flowers all over the orphanage."

“Although you can’t see it from the outside, everyone who has been here knows that our Flower Box is truly a box filled with flowers.”

·

There was a crash.

The dean opened the window of his office and sat down on the sofa.

"Now, let's talk. You suddenly came here without saying anything. What do you want to know?"

Ye Haichuan sat down opposite him, glanced at the empty teapot, and said calmly, "Everything. All of Xiaokong's past experiences."

The old dean snorted, "You didn't come when you first found out about her identity, but you came now. Did Eleven cause trouble in your house? You can't solve it, right?"

"There is nothing I can't solve in the Ye family," Ye Haichuan said, "I just found that her growth experience might be very unusual, so I want to learn more about it."

"You just realized you couldn't control this child, didn't you?" The old dean said without giving any face. "If Eleven's performance was ordinary, you probably wouldn't bother to make this trip, right?"

"I don't deny this. If Ye Kong is a child that can be seen through at a glance, I can imagine her growth without making this trip."

"What an arrogant father." The dean was dissatisfied at first, but then he showed a sly smile of disrespect for the elderly. "But unfortunately, the words eleven and ordinary are two completely different extremes. Not to mention you, a stranger who has only met her for a few days, even I, who has raised her for more than ten years, dare not say that I fully understand her."

"More than ten years?" Ye Haichuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Didn't you pick her up when she was a baby?"

The old dean, who had been showing dissatisfaction and criticism since they met, suddenly stopped smiling and said solemnly after a while, "I was indeed the one who picked her up in the first place, but I didn't stay here forever."

The dean took a long breath and said, "When she was about six or seven years old, my son passed away. I was devastated and quit my job as dean. I moved to another city with my wife and didn't come back until three years later."

The old dean slowly bent his already hunched body, covered his face and said, "That was the decision I regretted most in my life. Before I left, Xiao Eleven could still communicate normally and was very healthy. But when I came back, she was so thin that she was unrecognizable and completely refused to communicate with anyone."

"..." Ye Haichuan's pupils suddenly contracted. All the news related to Huahe County Orphanage flashed through his mind. For a moment, he almost stood up in a panic.

Fortunately, the old dean noticed his emotions and immediately said, "It's not what you think. It has nothing to do with the news."

The heartbeat is still pounding.

Ye Haichuan endured the dizziness and managed to stay calm: "Go ahead."

"It's very common in orphanages, bullying."

The old dean had a bitter expression on his face. “Mr. Ye, you should know that people who are too special in the crowd will generally only be treated in two ways: either being the center of attention or being completely isolated. What Xiao Shiyi experienced during those three years was the latter.”

"But she is a person who never gives up and never admits defeat. If someone bullies her, she will definitely retaliate in the same way or even ten times as much."

"But Eleven was too smart. Her means of revenge fell into the hands of the then dean, and she became a complete monster. So in the end, not only the children, but also the dean and the teachers treated her as an object that could be bullied at will. No matter how smart she was, she was still just a child after all..."

"On one side is the entire orphanage, and on the other side is Eleven who refuses to give in no matter what..."

"This struggle lasted for three years, and when I came back, Eleven had become completely unable to communicate."

The laughter and noise of the children downstairs seemed like a world away.

In the scorching sunlight pouring in through the window in the afternoon, Ye Haichuan sat silently, like a sculpture frozen in time.