Did Ah Fu retire today? [Comprehensive British and American]

The dean of the orphanage received a call from Ah Fu an hour ago and learned that Gotham's richest man, Bruce Wayne, wanted to adopt a boy.

And Mr. Wayne's request for the boy is very strange.

Apart from emphasizing that he should be around ten years old, he didn't have any other requirements.He didn't even care about the child's personality, whether he had a genetic disease, or whether he was cute or not.

Old James has been the director of the Gotham Children's Welfare Institute for 23 years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a strange adoptee.

However, Mr. Wayne is the richest man after all, and he behaves differently, so there seems to be no problem. When Dean James thought of this, he immediately stopped entangled.

He called all the children who met the requirements in the orphanage to the backyard, and the not-so-small backyard was immediately crowded.

"The children are here." Dean James said, "Mr. Wayne, you can get along with them first."

Bruce nodded: "You can be busy first, it's enough for me and Ah Fu to be here."

Dean James was quite at ease with this Mr. Wayne. After all, he was a public figure, and he couldn't do anything to abduct or hurt the child in broad daylight. So after a little consideration, he agreed to Bruce's proposal and left the backyard.

But he didn't go too far. As the dean, he had the responsibility to protect all the children in the orphanage, so he just sat in the pavilion near the backyard and observed the situation in the yard at all times.

The only adult left, and Ah Fu looked around, and there was a dense pile of radish heads in front of him, and there was a tendency to become more dense.

Bruce poked Ah Fu indiscriminately: "Where are the newspapers?"

"At this."

Ah Fu took out a neatly folded single page of newspaper from his coat pocket, and the one exposed most happened to be a sketch of the "illegitimate child" that was circulated on the Internet.

The master and servant looked down at the newspaper for a while, and looked up at the little radish heads for a while, trying to find one that was slightly similar.

They searched for a long time.

But without a doubt, a complete failure.

Ah Fu had no choice but to question: "Your idea doesn't seem to work."

Bruce said dryly, "But we have nothing better to do."

As time went by, more and more children changed from being shy and timid at first to curious and excited. They got closer and closer, looking at Bruce with big watery eyes, hoping that they could be that boy. The lucky one was adopted by the richest man.

Finally, the most courageous one spoke: "Mr. Wayne, my name is Bob, and I like to play football. Grandpa Dean said I have talent in this area. Do you want a son who can play football?"

Bruce faced the boy's expectant brown eyes, and couldn't say no for a while.

But he needs to disguise during the day and watch the night at night. He has no time to raise children at all, so he is really not a father.

In addition, this Bob is not at all similar to the "illegitimate child" in the sketch. Even if he can't bear it, he still has to bite the bullet and reject a child with hope.

"No, boy." Bruce patted him on the shoulder, "I don't think you're the one I'm looking for."

Bob hung his head a little disappointed.

Bruce added: "But I'm looking forward to seeing you running on the football field in the future, if you will."

Bob raised his head again, and quickly regained his energy: "Of course I will, and I will give you a ticket when the time comes!"

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, and agreed: "Of course, I will go and see."

Ah Fu also turned to the boy at this time. He bent down, put his hands on his knees, looked at Bob with a smile and said, "Can I ask Mr. Xiao to send you two tickets, I want to see it too."

Bob was so excited that his face flushed slightly, and he became happy: "That's settled!"

Reassuring the good boy, Ah Fu once again said to Bruce affirmatively: "This is a bad idea."

Bruce had to agree: "Okay, I admit it. So we leave now?"

Ah Fu said: "Of course, the boy you want is not here."

Bruce was surprised by Ah Fu's words: "Not here, where do you think he would be?"

Ah Fu choked, of course he couldn't say that the boy was himself, so at this moment he could only choose to remain silent.

But what puzzled him was that while he was silent, Bruce also fell silent.

Ah Fu looked sideways at Bruce, and was surprised to find that his young master was looking straight ahead, with a strange expression on his face.

"Master?" Ah Fu called him.

Bruce looked back as if he had just woken up from a dream, and pointed to the corner he was looking at: "Look over there."

Ah Fu looked along Bruce's slender fingers.

It was a small corner near the courtyard wall, far away from them, a little boy with black hair and blue eyes, not very gregarious, was sitting cross-legged on the flower bed, leaning on his chin and thinking about something.

He doesn't look thin and thin, his figure is slender but has hidden strength, but that's not the point, the point is that he is six|seven points similar to the sketch they brought!

Afu was really stunned.

There is such a coincidence in the world?

Is there really someone who is so similar to my childhood self?

Bruce walked over.

"Hello." He greeted reservedly, "I'm Bruce Wayne."

The boy raised his head, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "I know, you are a big shot in Gotham, and we all know you. Even after receiving the news that you were coming over, several guys ran to take a shower, so that In order to fight for the water outlet that is not too much, there was a fight."

Bruce asked with interest, "Are you one of them?"

The boy propped up a flower bed that was taller than him, jumped easily, and jumped steadily to the ground. He clapped his hands and said uninterestedly: "Unfortunately, I am not."

Bruce was disgusted.

This pleased Ah Fu a little bit, and satisfied the little evil taste of this boring old man.

Perhaps because of the similar appearance, he has a good impression of this child, or in other words, he has a good impression of most children, but he has a little more affection for the one in front of him.

"What's your name, Mr. Little?" Ah Fu asked.

Being called Mister instead of a child greatly satisfied the vanity of a child who wanted to be an adult. He coughed twice and introduced himself solemnly: "Dick Grayson, you can call me Dick."

"Alfred Pennyworth." Alfred said solemnly like an adult, "You can call me Alfred."

He had raised two Waynes and knew how to win a boy's heart.

Children of Dick's age, regardless of their personality or background, hope that adults will put them in the same position and give them respect and attention.

And Ah Fu's seriousness just hit Dick's heart just right, and easily won his favor.

Dick asked, "May I call you Alfred? I heard Mr. Wayne call you that."

"Of course." Ah Fu said schemingly, "If you are willing to be my family."

Dick really thought about it: "What am I going to do?"

Ah Fu revealed his real purpose: "For example, to become the adopted son of that Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce had to remind his butler: "He's not interested, Alfred, Grayson just turned me down."

Dick didn't respond, nor did he seem to agree with Bruce's reminder.

Bruce faintly realized something: "Have you repented?"

Dick didn't respond, just looked at Ah Fu and said, "I don't want to change my name, it's the last thing my parents left me."

"Of course, you can." He looked at Bruce, "What do you think, master?"

Obviously he should be the one to make the decision, but Dick asked Ah Fu, which made Bruce feel uncomfortable being excluded.

He folded his arms around his chest and hummed perfunctorily.

Then I saw the boy who didn't want to be adopted by him, turned his head to look at himself, and said sincerely: "I think, I would like to be your adopted son, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce sighed helplessly, and said, "You can call me father now, boy."

Dick nodded obediently: "Okay, Bruce."

Bruce made a question mark slowly: "I mean, father."

Ah Fu interrupted him: "Okay, master, we should go."

Bruce looked at him blankly.

Ah Fu opened his pocket watch: "Six forty-seven, less than two hours before your nightlife, I think you may need time to make some preparations, we don't have much time."

Dick asked curiously, "What preparations do you need for nightlife?"

Ah Fu said solemnly: "Oh, that's a lot. For example, put on the sexiest dress and choose the most flamboyant sports car to be eligible to meet those hot and choking muscular girls."

Dick exclaimed, "Holy shit, Bruce likes that?"

Bruce finally couldn't hold back, and patted Dick's head lightly: "Children don't need to know that much."

Dick pouted disapprovingly.

"Let's go then." Bruce held out his hand to him, "Come here Dick."

Dick glanced at Bruce, then at Ah Fu, blinked his eyes slowly, then walked to Ah Fu's side without looking back, raised his little hand hard, and stuffed it into Ah Fu's warm palm inside.

Bruce silently put his hand down.

Even though he had never thought of raising a child, seeing this scene of differential treatment still made him feel uncomfortable: "I am his father."

Ah Fu mercilessly exposed his young master: "But based on what I know about you, I'm afraid that in this family, I will be the one who will raise the child in the future."

Bruce had nothing to say.

Bruce, who had nothing to say, consciously went to the dean, and quickly completed the adoption procedures.

And when he came back again, Dick and Ah Fu were as close as a family.The little boy who was indifferent to him at the beginning looked at Ah Fu with eyes full of admiration and trust.

Truly worthy of his omnipotent butler.

Bruce was really convinced now.