Spring is bright and the scenery is bright, and the flowers meet in Luoyang are blooming, and there are many tourists.

Meng Xinghun walked on the main street of Luoyang City. There were many shops on both sides of the street, flags waving, and countless flower pots were placed under the windowsill corridor. Flowers were everywhere, and the fragrance of flowers was overflowing in the air.

The streets were crowded with people, all wearing colorful clothes, including the wealthy businessmen, the young man, the beautiful ladies, and the heroes. It seemed that on this day, all ordinary and extraordinary people rushed to the streets and marched towards the peony gardens everywhere in Luoyang to see the prosperity of the world.

"If you ask about the rise and fall of ancient and modern times, please only look at Luoyang City."

This is the most prosperous street in the most prosperous day in the world.

Meng Xinghun also came to enjoy the flowers. Afu told him to combine work and rest and walk around the crowd often so that he would not stay in the dark for a long time and become cloudy.

He wore a purple and golden crown with hair tied in his head, a golden silk, a big red arrow sleeve with flowers, a dragon pattern, a cloud shoe with a treasure jade pearl belt with a waist, a morning star, a full moon, a handsome and resolute, and heroic.

If Ah Fu hadn't kept suggesting, he wouldn't have worn such gorgeous clothes.

The daughters of wealthy businessmen, the daughters of officials, and even the ladies of wealthy families were all looking at each other. The more courageous girl had come up and shyly put flowers in his ears.

This is a custom during the Luoyang Flower Fair. People who appreciate flowers will also appreciate them and use them to express their feelings. If a beautiful woman receives flowers, naturally a handsome man will also receive flowers.

The women who came to arrange flowers came to attract business merchants. The young men who came to visit were constantly trying to get to know him, please please him, say a few words to him, and make friends with him.

Meng Xinghun was a little uneasy. He didn't like this feeling, didn't like being watched, and became a shining focus. Although he had envied those who became the focus in the crowd, he would be uneasy at all if the focus was replaced by him.

He just wanted to escape, to a place that made him feel comfortable.

Before he knew it, Meng Xinghun walked through Jinxiu Street, walked into the alleys and alleys among the clusters of peonies and fragrance, and left the main street and entered a humble alley.

In this shabby alley, there are people in cloth clothes and clothes. They can no longer see beautiful peonies and ladies and young ladies in gorgeous clothes. On the streets, market vendors gathered and sold hustle and bustle, filled with the smell of fish, shrimps and other smells of chickens, ducks, dogs and pigs, and the ground was covered with dirty.

Meng Xinghun didn't hate all this. Instead, he felt much more comfortable, as if he should belong to such a place, and should be born here and grow up here. His inexplicable familiarity made his steps lighter.

A group of five or six-year-old children ran past him. The children held willow branches as swords, baskets as shields, screamed and laughed, and made noises. Among them, there was a child wearing a tiger-headed cotton hat. He pulled the brim down to cover his eyes and shouted in a tender voice: "Admiring Baitman!"

The cute children made Meng Xinghun laugh.

He suddenly felt something was wrong. These children looked rosy, looked very beautiful, and were innocent. Although the clothes on their bodies were a bit old and the materials were just local cloth, they were cut very close to the body, and the styles were exactly the same.

After a closer look, the words "Gotham Orphanage" were embroidered on the chest and cuffs of the clothes.

These children are actually a group of orphans, a group of happy orphans. How can orphans in this world be happy?

Meng Xinghun also became an orphan. He knew what the orphans should be like. This group of happy orphans aroused his curiosity. Following the running and playing children, he came to the door of a large yard.

Although this courtyard covers a large area, it is not a high-gate mansion. The door has a mottled patent skin and the walls are often shedding, with a sense of old and declining atmosphere, which looks like an old house left by officials who have fallen for many years.

However, the plaque hanging on the gate is new, with five big words "Gotham Orphanage" engraved on it.

Meng Xinghun walked into the gate of Gotham Orphanage, which had a unique world inside. The houses were renovated and painted. The snow-white walls were painted with pictures of little rabbits, big mushrooms, and sheep standing like humans. The style was very funny and cute.

There are also musical instruments such as slides, swings, piles of sand, and small trojans in the yard.

Look at the house, there are rows of small wooden beds, desks, pens, inkstones, and bookshelfs. There are also many books on the bookshelf.

This is a simple house, but well-organized house. For every child, it looks like a warm little home. They can play, sit at the desk and read, and sleep in the small bed listening to songs.

The children flocked to a man, and they ran over and surrounded him, jumping and chatting.

"Hug the empress!"

"Empress kiss Xiaobao, Xiaobao is so good today."

"Empress, Empress..."

...

It was a very young girl, wearing plain coarse cloth clothes, and a large gray cloth apron with no makeup on her face, and she was decorated with natural carvings.

She was busy taking care of the small vegetable garden in the yard. Since it was a vegetable garden, there was no flower in the garden, only some seasonal vegetables. But she was very careful in her work, as if she was serving the most precious peony courtesans.

She smiled sweetly, squatted down to kiss this, touched that, took out a few fruits from the pocket of the big apron and distributed them to the children.

Meng Xinghun's footsteps caught her attention. She raised her head and looked over. The moment she raised her head, the sunlight around seemed to be brighter.

She looks so beautiful, not only her beauty, but everything about her is beautiful, and even the small vegetable garden beside her has become the most beautiful garden in the world.

Meng Xinghun was stunned.

The girl saw Meng Xinghun's stupid appearance, pursed her lips slightly and showed a smile.

That smile was fascinating.

The Chixue City built around Meng Xinghun's heart was poured out, and the frozen meteorite core was liberated.

The little black box hidden in the deepest part of the memory opened. Meng Xinghun seemed to have seen such a smiling face. Before he was six years old, in his childhood when his memory was not yet stable, there was a woman who was so beautiful and smiling like this.

He wished that when he was six years old, he did not meet Boss Gao, but was like these happy orphans, wandering around the girl in front of him, asking her to touch her face and eat the fruit she handed over.

When she watched Meng Xing's soul became more and more cramped. He scratched his head awkwardly and said, "I'm just curious why there is an orphanage in Luoyang City, so come in and see, are you a servant here?"

The girl shook her head and said, "No, this is my orphanage, I am the dean."

Meng Xinghun said in surprise: "You built all this?"

The girl nodded and said, "Yes, it took a lot of effort."

He had never been as precious as he was today. He could only come and see her quietly, without disturbing her, and just look at her quietly.

Just like a flower-watcher who truly loves flowers, he lingers in front of the flowers for a long time but will not kill the flowers. He picks them and takes them home and puts them in a vase to watch the flowers wither.

Sighing, Meng Xinghun walked into the city and headed towards the way back to Wayne Manor. He didn't want to see the Luoyang Flower Club anymore. He had seen the most beautiful flowers in the world in the most beautiful garden in the world.

"Hey, brother-in-law!"

He was called and turned around in surprise.

"You said you know martial arts?"

"I can!"

Meng Xinghun didn't know how to make her believe in him, so he played a set of punches, making the punches heavy and the feet were strong. In order to enhance his persuasion, he deliberately turned around several times on the spot, like a sporty person.

The children slapped their faces and giggled with joy when they saw it.

The girl also covered her mouth and smiled.

"It seems that you are really good at martial arts, and you seem to be better than my brother."

Meng Xinghun was a little ashamed. His fists and feet were not used to kill people. They were just flirting and flirting. They looked beautiful, but the girl didn't expect that the girl would praise her.

"You can teach your children occasionally so that they can protect themselves in the sinister world."

When Meng Xinghun heard this, he happily turned around again. His purple gold crown was crooked, his brocade clothes were wrinkled, and Bu Yunlu rubbed against the mud. He smiled and looked like a very stubborn child.

"Okay, okay, after learning martial arts, I will also beat bad guys like Batman in the future!"

"I'm the Batman!"

"I am I am!"

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Chapter completed!