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Jiang An met Bai San for the first time when he was 17 years old.

"Come on, children, look at the teacher."

On the screen, seven or eight children gathered at the table to eat, very lively, laughing and playing.

Hearing the sound, a small head that was almost buried in the bowl lifted up, its wide-open eyes blinked, and its bulging cheeks were white and tender, looking easy to poke, like a soft little sheep .

Across tens of thousands of miles, in the thin summer of Beicheng and the deep winter of other countries, six-year-old Bai San sticks out his tongue to 17-year-old Jiang An, and then laughs alone, his eyebrows are curved, and his smile is like white peach sparkling water.

Jiang An went down the stairs and asked his mother who the little radish on the screen was.

"A child from the Ping'an Orphanage," the mother complained casually, "Your fourth uncle wants to adopt one, let me help him choose, I am too busy to have time, even perfunctory to look at it, and want to adopt..."

Jiang An swallowed the words as soon as they came to his lips, and silently memorized them without mentioning them again.He knew fourth uncle's temperament, it was just a whim.

My mother was busy with work, temporarily passing through various countries, came to rest for a night, and left the next day.Jiang An sometimes feels that he is no different from living in an orphanage, except that he lives alone.

After his mother left, he started looking for information about the Ping An Orphanage and the kid whose smile looked like white peach sparkling water.

Maybe it was because he was in a bad mood at the time, and the kid’s smile was too sweet. He was in a daze, and the ice cubes in the cup melted into mild water, which was sweet and sweet after drinking, as if the kid had magical powers. So that I always miss it.

Or it could be going to school alone, eating alone, sleeping alone, living in a big house alone for too long.

Jiang An really wanted to see the kid, wanted the kid so much, he didn't have to do anything, just be with him.

He exhausted the resources at hand, and before he was 100% sure, he hid his plan to invite children to play at home, and did not tell anyone, including his parents.For fear of attracting attention.

Also because this is his secret, something he has to do.

It is not easy to check across mountains and seas.

Children are not called children. Many nights, Jiang An would think about what the name of the child is.

However, after two months, Jiang An did not find any information except the address of the Ping An Orphanage and a few videos in which no children appeared.

It wasn't until he called the favorite names of little strawberry, little mushroom, little dumpling, little sheep, little rabbit, little cat, etc., that he discovered an old piece of news.

The general idea is that a child named Bai San lost his parents in an accident and now lives in the Ping An Orphanage. I wish him a safe future.

At that time, Jiang An looked at the bank card that had been saved for several years, and wanted to take the children to the amusement park, eat small cakes with the children, and play games with the children suddenly stalled.

He found that these were far from enough, the children needed a home, perhaps, he could be more greedy and let the children stay by his side.

Goals changed, plans reworked.

Jiang An wouldn't do a thing without full confidence and a sure chance of winning.

If the children come, they first need a room. After thinking about it for two days, Jiang An decided to set the children's room in his study.

He moved all the books out and installed bookshelves on the wall.Draw the blueprints by yourself, contact the workers, and redecorate the study, which is the children's room.

The bed, wardrobe, desk, lemon-colored curtains, plush carpet, and Christmas tree decorations were all selected by Jiang An and arranged by himself.

He prepared a lot of small toys, imagining that the children would have a lot of fun.There is also a locker full of snacks, which children can eat while watching cartoons.Small clothes and small shoes are the latest models of various styles and brands.The bed is a log bed with a fence, and a spine-protecting mattress for children. It has good air permeability and comfort, and it will sleep well at night.

The next step is how to get the parents to agree to adopt the child.

Jiang An felt that this was relatively simple. Ever since he was a child, his parents would unconditionally agree to any request he made.

Still, he double-checked the adoption request, checking for obstacles.Then imagine the various reasons why the parents may not agree to adopt the child, list them on paper, and find a solution for each problem, making the impossible possible.

In the end, it was time. He deliberately chose his birthday on his own, which was very meaningful. Even if it was to make him happy, his parents would not reject his birthday wish.

Jiang An deliberately contacted him a week in advance, and on his birthday, he prepared a table of dishes, a birthday cake, and a plan, explaining in detail the benefits and long-term development of adopting a child and having an extra brother.

He miscalculated.

I have thought a lot and prepared a lot.But from early morning until late at night, his parents did not show up.

I'm busy, I'll make up for it next time, what gift do you want?

Staying in the empty house on his birthday, Jiang An suddenly understood that a home is not just a bed, a piece of clothing, or a hearty lunch, but it is supported by the love and company of his parents.

And these, he can't give.

He hopes that many, many people will celebrate the child's birthday, that the child has a gentle mother who will wake him up and cook his favorite dishes, and that the child has a mother who occasionally corrects his mistakes severely and is occasionally gentle. Father with his kite flying in the park.

Jiang An put the proposal into the kid's desk drawer, and locked the door of the kid's room.

In the same year, a game company released a new game, "Battlefield".

Jiang An still followed the children's movements. On the Internet, he saw the children in a video uploaded by volunteers.

"What do you usually do?" the volunteer asked.

The child was sitting on the small chair backwards, with his arms grabbing the back of the chair, his little head was shaking and his voice was milky.

"Just like you, eating, sleeping, oh, doing homework, and playing games."

The volunteer laughed, "Then I saw everyone playing games together, why are you sitting here in a daze and not playing together?"

The child drooped his head, flattened his mouth, and answered in a low voice, aggrieved.

"Because I think the games they play are too naive and not suitable for me. I want to play the powerful ones."

As he said that, the kid quietly took out a poster, the promotional picture of "Battlefield".

"Does it look good?" He smiled with eight neat little white teeth, and within two seconds, his cheeks bulged again, "But it is so annoying that I won't be allowed to play it, and I have to wait until I am 13 years old to create an account , it will take a long time..."

The children's aesthetics were good, Jiang An thought so at the time, and it wasn't crooked.

The promotional image of "Battlefield" is very good-looking, and it is done with heart.

But the graphics, music, arsenal, game characters, settings, modes, player experience, etc. are hard to describe.

There is a reason for its inability to overturn the storm.

But Jiang An didn't mind turning this game into what the children imagined, five years was enough.

The child has entered a higher school, the child has a good grade in the high school entrance examination, the child has a very good friend, the child has started to fight in the battlefield, the child has been admitted to high school, the child is very good at daggers, the child has chosen liberal arts...

11 years have flown by.

Jiang An has completed the studies required by his father, and is also ready to welcome the children who have grown up.

It's not that he didn't want to go to Beicheng and take a look at the place where the children lived.

At the age of 26, he accumulated experience in his father's hospital. He would sit in the car every night after get off work and on holidays, parked at the gate of the children's orphanage, and often left in the dark.This year, he felt that it didn't matter whether he could see the children. Knowing that he was here, knowing that he was studying, reading comics or playing games in a certain room in the courtyard, he would feel at ease.

At the age of 27, he didn't want to inherit the hospital and continue his father's work, so his father was furious.Two days later, he was free and sat in the car again in front of the orphanage. At twelve o'clock in the evening, a cat ran into the orphanage. He suddenly wanted to go in and see the children.

At the age of 28, he started his own company. He was busy and tired. He worked every night at [-] o'clock in the morning, and he still had time to stay in front of the orphanage for two hours. He went home at [-] o'clock in the morning and slept for three hours. Go to the company after taking a bath.This year, the desire to see children often reached its peak, beyond his control.

29. Jiang An is out of control. When he wakes up from bed every day, he will fantasize about children by his side, and his desire to see children is completely out of control.

He went to the children's high school, stood at the school gate, looked at the school gate from a distance, and there were students passing by, 30 times in 28 days, from morning to night, without a single encounter.

He moved to the community where the children rented, two floors high, went out at 49:[-] in the morning, entered through one elevator door, and exited through another elevator, [-] days, [-] times, without a single meeting.

"The doctor in the stomatology department of the community hospital has taken leave for a month. Do you have time to substitute?" At the monthly family dinner, my father asked.

The community hospital that his father said was very close to the child, but Jiang An didn't immediately agree. He had already moved to the same building, which was the closest, and he didn't think it would be helpful to go to the community hospital.

After pondering for a while, he replied, "Every Wednesday."

On the first day of working in the Dental Department of a community hospital, Jiang An already felt that this place is not helpful for meeting children, and 90.00% of the patients are elderly.

And the day he chose was Wednesday, neither Monday, when there may be emergencies, nor Friday, which is still possible.

Regarding meeting the child, Jiang An no longer had any hope. Maybe he should look for a solution from another angle.In the afternoon, when a group of doctors were standing in the stomatology department and chatting about trivial matters, Jiang An thought so.

At this moment, his heart skipped a beat, and the noisy voices fell on his ears like the sound of silence. He glanced across the crowd and saw the child who was wrapped up like a small rice dumpling and walked in cautiously.

Children moved him more than he could have imagined.

When he actually met him, Jiang An realized how stupid the idea of ​​wanting Bai San to be his younger brother was.

He chuckled.

"Good afternoon, sir."

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