best day

The scenery outside the car window flows slowly like a movie.

It seemed a little quiet and a little strange.

Dewey was stunned for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Where are we going, I've never been here before."

Fang Yu still had his habitual faint smile: "You will know when you arrive."

Dewey pursed his lips in doubt, and didn't think much about it.

This day is a beautiful New Year, because I successfully interviewed Du Qisheng a while ago, and Fang Yu said that he would invite Dewey to dinner.

But the car didn't drive to the bustling downtown area, but headed towards more and more remote places.

After half an hour, Fang Yu slowed down and found a corner to get out of the car.

Dewey became more and more puzzled, followed him for a long time in the alley, and finally arrived at the destination.

He raised his head, and then opened his eyes wide: "Ah?! Orphanage? You, you... are you going to throw me here?"

Fang Yu suddenly made three black lines, raised his hand and coughed: "No, I came here to make a documentary, and I promised the children to come to celebrate the New Year together, so I will show you by the way."

Dewey poked his head in and peeked in, also curious, and ran in carelessly in no time.

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"Brother Fang Yu!"

"Brother Fang Yu, look at my painting!"

"Brother, what delicious food did you bring?"

As soon as he followed the teacher to the basketball court, a group of children rushed up chattering around Fang Yu.

Some older people were also watching not far away, and they probably really liked him.

Dewey waited for a while, unwilling to be lonely, and suddenly shouted again: "Ah!"

Fang Yu was taken aback, turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

Dewey was filled with righteous indignation: "You didn't mention that you came here, I didn't bring anything, bastard!"

Fang Yu distributed all the snacks in his hand, and then smiled: "You don't need to bring anything, just play with them, I'll talk to the dean first, and have dinner together later."

Dewey was very generous: "No problem."

Hearing this, Fang Yu told the children a few words, and then walked into the building with the teacher.

Dewey picked up the basketball on the ground and shook it in his hand: "Who wants to play against me?"

The children were a little shy of strangers and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Dewey took out the beautiful Japanese game console in his pocket again, opened it and said, "I'll give this to you if you win."

As soon as the words fell, the playful children immediately responded by chirping.

Unexpectedly, Dewey was about to take them into the basketball court when the phone vibrated.

He took it out and took a look, he couldn't help sighing that Zheng Luolai would show up all the time, and when he connected, he said bluntly: "Hey, you didn't sleep in during the big weekend, what are you doing?"

Zheng Luolai really seemed to have just woken up, his voice was still a little hoarse: "What are you doing?"

"Me?" Dewey said hesitantly, "I'm in a children's welfare home..."

Zheng Luolai seemed to be choking on something, coughed violently for a long time before laughing: "Why, your parents finally can't stand you anymore?"

Dewey was furious immediately: "No! Fang Yu brought me here!"

Zheng Luolai paused for a moment, and then said: "Why do you hang out with him all the time?"

This tone seemed like Fang Yu was a rogue and liar, and he himself was the gentleman.

Dewey didn't care: "Then what's the matter, you don't know anyone, why do you keep saying bad things?"

Zheng Luolai said bluntly: "I feel uncomfortable seeing him use you to get close to your father."

Dewey said with a headache: "Okay, okay, what a big deal! I won't tell you!"

After speaking, he turned off his mobile phone, rushed to the middle of the kid who was already eager to try, and shouted: "Children! I'm coming!"

-

The sun in the winter morning is very bright, especially on the sweaty sports field, it seems that the severe cold is no longer there.

Fang Yu leaned against the window and looked at Dewey running around happily from a distance, and smiled helplessly.

He wanted to take this opportunity to make him feel how happy his life is, but that guy is like a little sun, he can bring optimism and warmth wherever he goes.

When he was in a daze, the old dean came in with a smile and said, "Xiao Fang, let's go eat."

As he spoke, he shook the wine bottle in his hand: "I'll have a good drink with you today."

Fang Yu nodded, and glanced out of the window again.

The old dean asked: "Is that young man your friend?"

Fang Yu hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "He is... Du Qisheng's son, maybe he can help you."

The old dean was surprised and couldn't help nodding: "Oh."

Fang Yu laughed again: "Let's go with fate."

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Although it was the beginning of the new year, although there were many guests, the dishes on the dinner table were not so rich.

Dewey didn't pick or pick. When he was tired from playing, he ran to the table and ate hard.

Seeing his foolish appearance with sweat on his head, Fang Yu also said softly with some helplessness: "Don't patronize eating, respect the dean for a glass of wine."

Dewey waved his hand: "Oh, don't be so pretentious, I will come here often in the future."

Fang Yu held his forehead helplessly, and secretly decided not to treat him as a normal person in the future.

On the contrary, the old dean was in a good mood, chatted with guests from all walks of life, and then joined the children's party, everyone laughed together.

Dewey was full, and the game console was given out, so he looked around empty-handed and full of interest.

Fang Yu handed him a bottle of water: "Are you tired?"

Dewey said: "Is it tiring to play?"

Fang Yu smiled lightly: "It's really rare that you can still be so happy."

Dewey glanced at him, hesitant to speak, but he was still straightforward after all: "I know that the children here have a pitiful life experience, but they are children after all, and they will be happy when they play with them, and they won't think so much... ...Besides, I'm just an ordinary person, I have no money, no power, and I can't always ask my dad, my dad is not God..."

Fang Yu didn't speak.

Dewey suddenly looked at him frankly: "Actually, you came to know me because of my father, right?"

Fang Yu didn't deny it: "Yes."

Dewey fell silent for a moment.

Fang Yu sighed and said, "I'm a journalist. I just want the facts to be conveyed truthfully. I also want to change many unreasonable status quo. You are right, no one is God, but I will do my best. can."

Dewey asked quietly: "If I say, I won't beg my dad for anything because of you, will you still treat me as a friend?"

Fang Yu doesn't like telling lies very much, he seems to be making a difficult choice, and he said after a long time: "Yes."

Just like a song sang: I didn't like you when we met for the first time, who knew that the relationship was so close.

He was inexplicably willing to give himself one more friend and one more responsibility.

If you really want to get to the root of the problem and talk about the reasons, there seems to be no reason.

Probably just believe that Dewey is a pure and upright person in his bones, but he hasn't grown up yet.

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When the party was going on very happily, the staff suddenly brought in another unexpected guest.

Du Wei looked up fiercely and was taken aback when he saw it, he ran over and shouted, "Why are you here?"

Zheng Luolai was wearing an exquisite suit, and his appearance was at least elegant. He snorted, "Can't I come to donate?"

Dewey didn't believe it: "Huh? Are you ashamed when you realize that you have done a lot of bad things?"

Fang Yu is a very sensitive person. From the first time he met, he could feel that Zheng Luolai was hostile to him, so he did not say hello, turned around, walked to the children and sat down.

Sure enough, Zheng Luolai glanced at Fang Yu coldly, then grabbed Dewey and said, "Okay, the good deeds are done, let's go."

Before Dewey could speak, a gentle voice sounded not far away: "Mr. Zheng, it's cold outside, sit down and have a cup of tea."

The visitor turned out to be a young man younger than Dewey, but he had a delicate appearance, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and his complexion was as fair as snow.

Zheng Luolai is a standard member of the Appearance Association, and his attitude suddenly improved: "No need, I still have something to do."

Holding the teacup awkwardly, the young man was a little at a loss, and said after a while: "The teacher asked me to thank you for helping us."

Dewey looked at him curiously: "Oh, you really donated? It seems that you really committed a crime."

Zheng Luolai patted his head unceremoniously: "Stop talking nonsense and follow me."

Dewey was ruthlessly dragged out by him, screaming again and again: "Fuck, let go, you took the wrong medicine!"

The young man holding the tea stared at their backs, with envy and loneliness in his eyes, and he didn't move for a long time.