In Beijing in November, the wind is already cutting like a knife. Events in the summer square are quietly buried in people's memories, just like all the grand events in history. Those who have passed away for various reasons will one day turn into several dry words in the book, and occasionally read them, and only then will they realize that such a thing is happening.

Time and history are so ruthless.

At the same time, in a small southern town thousands of miles away from Beijing, the weather is not much warmer than Beijing. At around 5 o'clock in the morning, it was still dark, and the cleaners who swept the streets had already started working. The town was still closed and the commodity market did not exist, so no businessmen got up early and went to bed late, and the streets seemed particularly quiet.

There is a children's welfare home located in the west of the city. People in the welfare home get up very early because there are many children in the hospital, so they have to prepare breakfast for them.

Aunt Jiang has worked in a welfare home for more than ten years and has brought up a group of orphans. Some have been adopted and grown up. Some have been disabled and congenital diseases, and they have left early.

But every morning, she would get up on time, fetch water from the well in the yard, prepare to boil a large pot of boiling water, wash her face and brush her teeth after getting up.

When Aunt Jiang was in the yard, she would always look at the gate of the welfare home habitually because there were many children who were picked up by him at the gate in such a morning.

Sure enough, Aunt Jiang saw a basket at the door again. Some parents found that they had various problems after giving birth to children, so they threw them to the welfare home.

"What a sin..." Aunt Jiang thought, put down the bucket, came to the door, looked at the basket, and found that there was indeed a child inside, sleeping soundly.

Aunt Jiang carried the child out of the basket and looked at the child. She looked beautiful and looked good. She looked like there was no flaw on the surface, but it was cold and her little face turned a little red with coldness.

Aunt Jiang looked at the basket again and found a small piece of paper inside that read, "The lover has gone, I have no desire to live, I have a pity for leaving a son, I hope the kind-hearted person can raise him and let him grow up healthily - Rui, the best pen."

Aunt Jiang is not well educated, but she also knows that the mother who left the child is probably because her husband died and she doesn't want to live, so she left the child. She doesn't know why she didn't leave the child to her grandparents or grandparents to raise her, but she has to hand it over to a welfare home. I think this man named "Rui" may have left this world at present.

Aunt Jiang could only sigh again. At this time, the child in his arms cried and he was awakened by the cold.

Aunt Jiang quickly hugged him tightly and coaxed him, and the child stopped crying soon.
Chapter completed!