my therapist freaked out

"Brother Ke Fan!" Bags and bags were carried into the orphanage. The children playing in the yard were sharp-eyed. They noticed a taxi coming to the door and greeted it happily.

"Brother Ke Fan! I'll help you move it!" A chubby guy who was about the height of Ke Fan's waist volunteered to take the big plastic bag from Ke Fan's hand. Let's go to the courtyard together.

"Huzi, where's grandpa?" Ke Fan asked, touching the heads of the two little boys beside him.

"Grandpa is farming in the backyard." The chubby little boy named Huzi replied, "He is planting melons."

Ke Fan looked at the child's innocent smiling face and couldn't help laughing: "Really, take me to find it."

Dean Xie of the orphanage was indeed busy in the vegetable field in the backyard. He was wearing a straw hat, had just finished cultivating the soil with a hoe, and wiped his sweat with the towel hanging around his neck.

"Grandpa!" Ke Fan stood on the ground and greeted him, "I'll help you!"

Dean Xie looked this way and saw that Ke Fan squinted his eyes to recognize the person first, and then the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes smiled even deeper: "Ke Fan, I'm back. I've done everything, I'll wait for you soon come over."

Dean Xie put the hoe on the ground, took off the towel, wiped his hands, and reached out to Ke Fan: "Good boy, aren't you going to work today?"

Ke Fan also reached out to shake hands with Dean Xie, and pulled him to the ground stem: "I have a rest today, and I bought some stationery and snacks for my brothers and sisters."

Dean Xie nodded: "Thank you, son. Come back anytime you want to play in the future, and you don't need to buy so many things. Now there are many caring people in society who donate money. The toys in these boys' houses can pile up a box. I am used to it." They don't value things at all."

"No, I like the ones bought by Brother Ke Fan." Hu Zi hugged Ke Fan's arm and acted like a spoiled child, "I don't want others to buy, I also want Brother Ke Fan to buy!"

Dean Xie scolded with a smile: "It's not easy for Brother Ke Fan to make money. You can see how thin he is, but he just couldn't bear to eat and bought you toys."

Huzi was startled, took his hand away from Ke Fan's arm, and lowered his head sadly as if he had made a big mistake: "Then I don't want it anymore, Brother Ke Fan wants to eat more..."

Ke Fan couldn't help laughing, and patted Hu Zi on the head: "It's okay, brother Ke Fan is rich, but he can't get fat."

Although he comforted him, Huzi still decided not to buy gifts from Ke Fan's brother again.

"Sister Niannian, let's set the table and chopsticks, okay?" Ke Fan pointed to the small cafeteria and said to an older girl, "Niannian, please take the children to share the toys."

This girl is not tall, but she is already in the third grade of junior high school, and she is much more sensible than other little guys.She has been silently following everyone, and when Ke Fan called her name, she nodded: "Yes, Brother Ke Fan."

A group of little guys walked happily to the cafeteria, and Ke Fan accompanied Dean Xie to the office.

"Is there still no one to adopt Niannian?" Ke Fan asked.

The dean sighed: "It's too old to send it out. And at this age, Nian Nian herself doesn't want to leave."

Ke Fan understood that this was indeed the case. He was also a child who grew up in an orphanage, so how could he not understand the feelings of these children.

"Fortunately, the Women's Federation has been subsidizing her, and Nian Nian is doing well, and her grades are good. It will be fine when she is admitted to university." Dean Xie said.

When he was about to walk to the office, Ke Fan told himself not to look over there, but he couldn't help but see the small room next to him, and his face suddenly changed.

"Ke Fan, are you still afraid of the dark?" The dean saw that he had been looking at the utility room with rusted doors, and knew that Ke Fan remembered the past.He always remembered that incident, so he asked with a guilty look.

Ke Fan turned around with a calm and sunny expression: "Don't be afraid, Dean. I am not afraid anymore."

The dean touched his soft hair, didn't speak, just nodded.

Ke Fan looked at the small dark room again, and touched his chest.

It seems that the little black house that was considered very scary before is not so scary, it is just a dilapidated small ordinary house.

If all the ghosts were like Jiang Hongyu, they wouldn't be very scary.

After dinner, the dean and the children sent Ke Fan out of the gate together.

This place is desolate, it stands to reason that Ke Fan should use the software to call a taxi at this time.

But like a lost soul, he walked slowly on the path with a big empty backpack on his back.

"You don't want to admit that there are ghosts in this world. Is it because you were locked up in a small black room by that volunteer?" Jiang Hongyu asked distressedly when he was standing behind him.Because of being treated roughly, instilling the message that there are no ghosts, and repeating over and over again in fear and pain, there are no ghosts in this world.

So when Ke Fan saw him, he first chose to doubt himself.Even though everything was so obvious, he refused to admit the fact that Jiang Hongyu was a ghost.

"What?" Ke Fan didn't intend to tell him, and rolled his eyes.Hey, Jiang Hongyu, this is...

Ke Fan was still sourly thinking that Jiang Hongyu just ran away like this, it was disgusting, and he couldn't help but be attracted to him at this time.

Jiang Hongyu wore a very formal dark suit, and the shirt with a Roman collar set off the line of his chin very clearly.

very handsome.

Ke Fan glanced at the other person's eyebrows, lowered his head in embarrassment, saw two long and straight legs and leather shoes, and couldn't help swallowing.

But Jiang Hongyu's heart was overwhelmed at this time, and he stretched out his fingers to pick up Ke Fan's small face.

He watched Ke Fan eating with the little ones in the orphanage just now. Although he was very cute, he couldn't go and disturb Ke Fan who was in the crowd.Out of boredom, he just wandered around the yard and caught the old ghost of the orphanage.

Originally, he wanted to ask about Ke Fan's cute deeds when he was a child, but he inquired about a sad past.

"How do you know? It's not just because of this." Seeing that the topic couldn't be diverted, Ke Fan could only mutter in a low voice with red eyes.It doesn't matter whether he admits it or not, anyway, there is indeed a ghost standing beside him.And the strange thing was that he wasn't so scared anymore.

Jiang Hongyu only thought he was being stubborn.

When he thought of the little Ke Fan being locked in the dark utility room, he was obviously trembling with fear, and in order to be released early, he would go against his own ideas, shouting "I was wrong, there are no ghosts in the world" over and over again. , Shouting until his voice became hoarse and no one cared about him, he felt angry and distressed.

"Grandpa is already very difficult." Ke Fan said with his head down. "At that time, the orphanage had no subsidy at all, and no one sponsored it. Grandpa took us to farm, and he had to bring handmade beads from a nearby factory to make. String It's only five cents each."

Ke Fan sniffed and said sullenly, "It's not his fault, I don't blame him at all."

"What about the volunteer who shut you down?" Jiang Hongyu asked, "Don't you want to take revenge on him?"

Ke Fan shook his head, he said: "No, he came to be a volunteer and brought us a gift. He didn't lock me up for one night on purpose, it was me who made a noise and made trouble... just forgot about me That’s all. He apologized to me later... I think he’s already fine. I don’t want revenge, I just want to forget about him and this matter.” He gave Jiang Hongyu a bit of resentment, "You can say that I'm cowardly, or that I'm the Holy Mother, but I really don't want to take revenge on him. Don't remind me of this all the time, okay?"

Jiang Hongyu looked at Ke Fan's small face and the wet water in his eye sockets, and held back the soreness in his chest and rubbed him.

"Where did you go this afternoon?" Ke Fan blushed and asked in a low voice with his head obediently buried in Jiang Hongyu's chest.Although Jiang Hongyu's body was cold, this firm hug could still comfort the fragile corners of his heart.

As soon as he was comforted in this way, Ke Fan, who was still self-sufficient, couldn't help feeling more wronged.

"I'm going to sleep." Jiang Hongyu didn't know how to tell Ke Fan, should he tell him that I will deal with your bad friend named Xiaoxi and his shameless boyfriend?

Ke Fan didn't believe it, he pulled the hem of Jiang Hongyu's shirt: "Are ghosts going to sleep too?"

Suddenly he left Jiang Hongyu's arms, stood up straight and asked, "Jiang Hongyu! Where did you get your clothes?"

Ke Fan clearly remembered that Jiang Hongyu wore his bathrobe a few times before, so he didn't have any clothes of his own, so why is he wearing a suit that he has never seen before?

Although it looks better than a bathrobe, Ke Fan thought for a while and asked uncertainly: "Could it be where you stole it?"

Jiang Hongyu couldn't help laughing, and pinched Ke Fan's face: "What are you thinking, this is my funeral."