"I thought you might be interested in this."

A yellow-covered file folder was pulled out from under the seat. Angers placed the file folder on his left hand and pushed it gently. The file folder crossed most of the seats, jumped across the short aisle in the middle and continued to slide.

He stopped on the right side of Lin Nian.

Lin Nian didn't look at it or answer it, "Don't tell me this is the secret party's advance backup of the document lost during the mission."

"Of course not. There is only one copy of that document and it has been destroyed during your mission. Facing enemies suspected of being the four monarchs, it is normal for a document to be destroyed. All missions must be completed before the Dragon King recovers.

Give way, this is the hidden first iron rule that the executive department has not written on the iron seal." Angers said matter-of-factly.

Lin Nian did not respond, and Ange's attitude was a bit ambiguous, as if he didn't care about the "lost" document.

The records about Lin Xian in that document were not as clear as what Yelena told. They were just a few lost diaries, recording an unclear story. There were a lot of omissions and ambiguities. Even Lu Mingfei

After reading those files with Chu Zihang, it is not necessarily possible to restore the story that happened in the Siberian snowfields in 1991.

Even Lin Nian didn't completely believe the story told by Yelena. After all, the blonde girl had always been a little liar in his heart. However, the vague records in the diary did not worry that others could reveal too many secrets.

In the end, Lin Nian did not pick up the topic of the document. Instead, he chose to lower his head and look at what Angers had sent him. It was an archive folder.

The file folder is an old-style dark yellow, and there are some traces of time on the hard shell. Even though it has been wiped away from all the dust, the precipitation of time is still left on it. The sunflower sticker in the upper right corner of the cover,

There are black stains all over the corners where the cover is stuck.

Lin Nian looked at the sunflower sticker, and the disgusting feeling floated up along with the foam again, just like when he was passing by the pond of memories and was grabbed by a hand reaching out from the water, that feeling of clammy and tightness, whether it was

It always makes people want to jump to the ground, scream and run away to the land.

That's not a very good memory, is it? Even if you think about it carefully, there are still many warm moments, but the victims who have walked out of the snow-capped mountains will never think that hugging each other in the cave to retain their body temperature is worthy of nostalgia.

But Lin Nian still opened the folder, and what he saw inside were the faces of children. The oldest ones were 15 or 6 years old, and the youngest ones were only 4 or 5 years old. Under each cheek were their faces.

Name, time of admission and some basic personal information.

"Are you familiar?" Angers asked, "Sunflower House, I like the name of the orphanage in China, unlike other places that always have the names of churches and individual philanthropists."

"So this file is in your hands." Lin Nian slowly turned over the yellow and brittle pages inside.

"Have you ever gone back and tried to find it?"

"It's hard not to look back after something like this happened."

"Are you familiar?" Angers asked again, "Can you still remember the past?"

Lin Nian did not answer immediately. He turned over the pages silently, looking at every photo and name. Angers did not rush him, but quietly waited for the answer.

"This person." Lin Nian said, while his right finger slightly bent on the document.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Angers turned his head and looked sideways, using his eyesight to clearly see the person in the photo.

It was a photo of a 7-year-old boy. In the photo, the boy had a slightly chubby face, thin lips, and a mole on his forehead. However, due to his age, he still looked naive.

"I have a lot of problems with him."

"Why?"

"The reason was because he lost the pocket money he earned as a handyman by putting it under his pillow. He suspected that I had taken it and reported me to the teacher at the orphanage. Since there was no evidence, he let it go. After that, he kept insisting that I was the one who took it.

The thief who took his pocket money pulled a group of boys into a clique to isolate me.

Lin Nian flipped through the files and pointed out the boys in the so-called clique one by one. "He spit into my water glass and I found him."

"He poured water into my cubicle while I was using the toilet."

"He invited me to play basketball, and then he teamed up with others to hit me with a flagrant foul."

"He threw my pillow into the garbage burning place behind the orphanage."

There are so many treasures, even though they are not very good memories. Sure enough, sometimes having a good memory is not a good thing.

"It seems that your living environment when you were a child was not ideal, but all conflicts originated from a misunderstanding. Didn't you try to resolve this misunderstanding?"

"There is no option to 'explain' bullying among children, especially when there are no adults who carefully teach them. If everyone can sit down and reconcile when there is a conflict, then they will not be children anymore."

"Do you hate them?"

"It's not hate, I just hate it, and I still hate it now." Lin Nian said, "In fact, bullying sometimes doesn't even need a specific reason. A girl in the class who is less than the standard appearance will be reduced to being bullied.

The target of bullying, even if she is kind to others, even if everyone has no malice or dislike towards her from the bottom of their hearts. But if someone starts it, the subconscious conformity will make everyone subtly become a part of the bullying structure until the center is removed.

There is no initiator, only a bad bullying environment."

"Didn't you try to resist?" Angers folded his hands and leaned on the seat in front, looking at the hanging statue deep in the church bathed in the colorful flower windows.

"Not at first."

"Can't beat it?"

"I haven't resisted, so I don't know."

Angers paused for a moment. Anyone who heard about Lin Nian's past would pause like him, because no one would imagine that Lin Nian, that Lin Nian, had a period of cowardice and cowardice in the past.

After all, in the eyes of many people, Lin Nian, this kind of creature, should be born to be powerful. Even though he may be lonely, he is still lonely and powerful, and not the target of so-called orphanage bullying.

"Why don't you resist? It's not like your character?"

"I was afraid I would be kicked out of the orphanage for fighting."

"Are they really going to do this? I mean, throw them into society because of conflicts between ignorant children?" Angers looked a little surprised.

"No, they definitely won't do this. This has never been done in any orphanage - but the children don't know. They only know that the angry teacher and the dean threatened them like this when they acted stupidly." Lin Nian

Turn your head and look elsewhere.

"If I were you, I would punch the mastermind hard in the face and warn him not to trouble me - in fact, I encountered the same thing when I was your age." Angers said.

Said slowly, "You must fight back fiercely against this bad situation. The psychological shadow in your youth will affect the entire trajectory of your life later."

"I didn't resist at that time, probably because I didn't have anyone by my side who could encourage me and say, 'If the sky falls, your dad will hold you up.'" Lin Young said in a low voice.

"But you still resisted in the end. Children who succumbed to bullying when they were young will not grow into boys like you." The principal said,

"What is that opportunity? Can't bear it anymore? Or have they crossed the line? When you are being suppressed and beaten, your bloodline forces you to stop crawling on the ground like rats and ants, and explode in adversity. This is a clear understanding of many hybrids.

The only way to go through your own process.”

"When I was begging on the street with my adoptive parents, I could always hold a crowbar and beat away other bad boys who wanted to take away my harvest. Of course, at that time, I wouldn't worry that fighting would bring me trouble or get me into trouble.

The trouble is that the pity I get from passers-by when I go home every night is not as pity as the sticks from my adoptive father. The only one I can rely on is myself."

Angers did not shy away from the suffering he suffered in his childhood, and was even proud of it. An old man who has lived too long can look down upon everything, honor and shame.

"Sometimes people always seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. When they endure to the extreme, there will inevitably be an explosion. Without that explosion, it will inevitably lead to the end of annihilation, and you will not be where you are today.

From a certain point of view, you and I are the same kind of people, so you become my favorite student." The old guy said, "So after telling me, you gave those brats a good beating."

Angers waited patiently, but did not receive the answer he wanted for a long time.

After flipping through the files, Lin Nian closed the file folder and put it aside. He raised his head and stayed quiet for a while before answering him, "No, principal, I didn't."

Angers was silent. When he was young, he said, "Have you been bullied and bullied until you left the orphanage?"

"No, they won't bully me anymore."

"what have you done."

"I did not do anything."

The boy said softly, "It is true that I don't have a father who can hold me up when the sky falls or hold me back when the earth sinks. But fortunately, I have a father who can beat up all the bad guys who bully me and pull his ears."

Sister to the dean’s office.”

"She told me not to be afraid. If the sky fell, she would hold me up."

The old man suddenly paused, then raised his head silently, looking at the painted statue of the Virgin Mary on the wall, "But there has never been love without a reason in this world..."

"No matter what the price of water is in the desert, it is still water, isn't it?" Lin Nian said, "I have read "The Beheaded Queen" and I know that there is a saying: All gifts have long been marked secretly.

Okay, the price...but at least until today, I haven't paid anything for it."

"What can be granted will be repaid, it's just a matter of time." The principal said solemnly.

"Then repay it in my own way." Lin Nian's voice was low and flat. "At that time, she kicked away the fat boy who was pressing on me and told me that she would protect me and make me a big boy who stands upright. But now

I grew up..."

The boy said: "I will tell her not to be afraid. Love does have a price, so even if the sky falls, I will be there to support her."

Quiet and silence.

A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in Ange's eyes, probably because he understood the reason why the individual 'Lin Nian' has grown up to this point.

All the flowers of the past have created the fruits of the present.

"It doesn't seem to be a big problem, and I understand your attitude." After half a minute, Ange nodded and stood up, walked over to Lin Nian and picked up the file, "For now, it's just your description.

It seems that what we know is not very different from the past you have experienced."

"Has the college sent someone to investigate? Have you found the people I had contact with before?" Lin Nian asked calmly after adjusting his mood.

"After contacting you, all the children in these files are real, and you also have memories of interacting with them. This means that the past few years you lived in the orphanage "happened in reality."" The principal continued.

After a pause, "But this only means that most of your memories are fine."
To be continued...