Io's calm expression froze, and he looked at Wen Qing silently.
Wen Qing paused, pointed sideways to the second floor of the building in front of him, and said to him, "It's near the stairs on the second floor. You can see it when you go up. The person in charge of handling donations is Aunt Wang Meiwang."
Seeing Io staring at the phone without saying a word, Wen Qing said tentatively: "Otherwise, I will accompany you there first, and then take them to do the test."
"Brother, I'm not colorblind, Wen He is."
"Brother Wen Qing, he is color-blind, just take him there."
The two children started arguing again after you said something to me.
Yi Ou glanced at them and said to Wen Qing: "I know Lu, I've been here before."
Wen Qing was startled: "When did you come here?"
Io: "A few years ago, during the winter and summer vacations."
Wen Qing was even more puzzled. A few years ago, he should have been in junior high school.
He has been living in the orphanage during the winter and summer vacations, helping out every day, and he generally knows the people who come to donate.
"I don't seem to have seen you before." Wen paused, worried that Io might misunderstand, and then said, "I mean, have we met before?"
Io closed his eyes half-closed and said casually, "Maybe."
After the words fell, Wen He's Wenger's quarrel became louder and louder.
"You are! You are blind!"
"You are you, you are, you are blind, or you are fool!"
...
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, leaned over and touched their heads, and said softly: "Okay, don't quarrel."
"Brother will take you to the test now."
After finishing speaking, he said to Io, "See you later."
Io responded, stood still and watched as he took the hands of the two children and gradually walked away.
It wasn't until Wen Qing's figure disappeared at the end of the corner that he walked into the building in front of him and walked up to the second floor familiarly.
In addition to Aunt Wang, there is a young girl in the office, wearing a volunteer coat, typing in front of the computer.
Seeing someone coming in, the girl quickly said, "Hi, may I ask?"
Aunt Wang looked up, saw that it was Iou, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhang, you continue to process the documents."
"This is an old acquaintance."
"Okay." The girl was stunned for a moment, looked at Io twice more, and wondered in her heart whether this handsome guy often came to the orphanage at such a young age.
Yi Ou sat on the sofa, leaned back lazily, picked up the photo album on the table, looked at the group photo on it, and found Wen Qing, who was seven or eight years old, at a glance.
Aunt Wang poured him a glass of water and said with a smile, "You haven't come for a while."
"Thanks to you, the orphanage has been able to operate well these years."
...
On the other side, Wen Qing took the two children directly into the infirmary of the orphanage.
There was no one there, Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and asked Wen He: "Isn't Uncle Chen coming over today?"
Wen He said softly: "Uncle Chen was still there in the morning, maybe he went out to smoke."
Wen Qing walked to the window, looked out, and saw a middle-aged man smoking a cigarette while talking on the phone under a tree in the distance.
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, and without disturbing him, she took out a dilapidated color blindness test book from the drawer and spread it out on the table.
"Wen He comes first."
Wen Qing pointed to the dog pattern on one of the pages and asked, "What kind of animal is this?"
Wen He stared at it for a while, and thought for a while: "This is a sheep."
Wen lightly paused with his fingertips, turned to the rabbit pattern on the next page, and asked, "What about this one?"
Wen He said childishly, "It's a cat."
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, stopped referring to animals, turned to numbers, and asked again: "What is this?"
"1, 9, 2."
"what about this?"
"3, 8, 5."
...
Although Wen He's understanding of animals is wrong, the numbers on the test book can be seen clearly.
There was nothing wrong with Wenger's test, and both had normal eyesight.
Wenger crossed his hips and said triumphantly, "Let me just say I'm not colorblind!"
Wen He said in a low voice, "I'm not either."
Wen Qing put away the color-blindness test book and lowered his eyes in thought.
Wenhe and Wenger can distinguish hair color clearly.
If it's not their problem, then it can only be Io's problem...
Wen Qing looked at Wenger and asked, "You said that big brother's hair was silver. What kind of silver is it?"
Wenger took out the Ultraman card that he carried with him from his pocket, pointed to the Ultraman's head on it: "It's this silver color, exactly the same, so handsome."
Wen He leaned forward to look at the card, and whispered, "No, it's the hair color of the doll that Brother Wen Qing bought for me."
Wen Qing remembered what the doll she bought for Wen He looked like, with bright red hair.
Big red and Ultraman silver are two completely different colors.
Impossible to be wrong.
Unless... In their eyes, it was really that color.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, remembering that the milk tea shop owners discussed by the students in the class group had different hair colors and looks.
He took out his mobile phone, clicked on WeChat, and sent a message to Io. He deleted, deleted, and edited the dialog several times, but he couldn't edit a complete sentence.
With a word from Wen Qing's fingertips, he accidentally uttered the word "you".
Io replied in seconds: [Yeah.]
Io: [What's wrong?]
Io: [I'm still discussing about donations.]
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, stared closely at the first two lines sent by Io, and typed slowly: [Okay, then I will come to you later.]
After the news was sent out, he bowed his head and said to Wen He and Wen Ge: "Brother has something to go to the dean's mother, you should play by yourself first."
"OK."
"I'll see you later, brother."
Wen Qing waved at the two children, then turned and walked towards the dean's office.
In the office, a woman who was nearly half a century old stood in front of the window. The years had left some traces on her face, but she seemed more kind and gentle.
"Dean's mother." Wen Qing called out, strode forward and hugged the dean.
The dean patted him on the back and said with a smile, "Why are you acting like a baby all of a sudden?"
"Didn't you still see him when the semester started? It's been more than a month."
Wen gently hugged her and hummed twice.
More than a month in the real world, plus a long time in that world.
It's been a long time.
Seeing that he was silent, the dean touched his head and asked in a low voice, "Did something happen?"
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, let go of her hand, and said to her, "I have something to do."
The dean frowned, and his expression became serious: "What's the matter? Has anyone bullied you in the class?"
Wen Qing couldn't help but smiled: "No, the students are all very well."
"It's a good thing."
The dean froze for a moment, stretched his brows and eyes, and asked gently: "Are you in love?"
The smile on Wen Qing's face froze, and she no longer kept her secret: "No."
"I made a lot of money."
The dean was stunned.
Wen Qing didn't tell her where the money came from, but said: "This money is not money from unknown sources, nor is it earned by breaking the law, but I can't tell you exactly what happened."
"I want to donate the money to a welfare home or other charities, do you have any recommendations?"
The dean came back to his senses, raised his hand and touched his head, and said in a gentle voice: "The orphanage has been operating very well these years, and the weather in Huaguo has been smooth and there have been no major disasters. I understand that those charities don't need your money for the time being." .”
"Since you have made money, you can keep it for yourself."
The dean changed the subject and said to Wen Qing: "Compared with your money, I am more curious about another thing."
"Are you in love?"
Wen Qing said dryly: "No."
Since going to university, every time he meets the dean's mother, he will be asked this question, so that he stays in the dormitory or works part-time on weekends, and rarely returns to the orphanage.
The dean looked at his cute and pretty side face, and sighed softly: "You child, why have you never been in love since you grew up so old?"
"Wen Qiang, that kid, told me that he was going to graduate from college, just like his girlfriend proposed."
Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said, "That's why his name is Wen Qiang."
Dean: "I was always worried about the one you were addicted to in love. After all, since you were in elementary school, you have often had boys and girls following you, and some of them chased you to the orphanage, crying and saying they wanted to be with you." live together."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, he had no impression of these things at all.
Thinking of the past, the dean's expression became more gentle. She smiled and said, "You still have a few of you playing with adults in the park after school. They didn't even come back for dinner. Your Aunt Wang was so scared that she almost called the police."
Wen Qing had a vague impression.
The public elementary school and junior high school he attended were not far from the orphanage, and he would walk back after school by himself, and he had a vague impression of returning home late, but he couldn't remember exactly what happened.
Just as she was thinking about it, she heard the dean's mother sigh faintly: "I'm already twenty now, and I haven't even had a relationship."
"When I was in college at the age of twenty, I had more boyfriends than I could count on two hands."
"It was so trendy at the time that I even had a girlfriend."
Wen Qing fell silent, could this be something he knew
The dean continued: "It's okay if you like boys, don't care about gender."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and a long list of men's names flashed through his mind.
Listening to the dean's mother rambling for a while, when it was about noon, the dean's cell phone rang.
After answering the phone, the dean frowned slightly, and said to Wen Qing: "I have some materials that I need to send to the government now, and I have other things to do in the afternoon and evening, so I may not be able to come back."
Wen Qing nodded obediently: "Go and do your work."
"I had dinner with my friend, and he also came over today."
The dean asked while rummaging through the information: "Are you the head of the dormitory as mentioned earlier?"
Wen hummed lightly.
The dean paused, turned his head to look at him: "You kid, why don't you bring him over to see me together."
Wen Qing blinked: "He wants to donate money."
The dean said helplessly: "We now have an online donation channel, and you are acquaintances. It is impossible for him to come to inspect the situation of the orphanage."
"If it wasn't for you, why did he come here himself?"
Wen Qing was stunned.
"Okay, I'll go first, think about it yourself." After finishing speaking, the dean hurried out.
Wen Qing stayed in the office for a while, until she received a call from Iou, and then slowly recovered.
He asked blankly, "What did you just say?"
"I said, don't you want to go to lunch?"
Wen lightly said: "I'm going downstairs now."
He walked out of the office slowly.
Walking to the first floor, Wen Qing took out her mobile phone and wanted to ask where Io was, but when she saw the screen of the mobile phone was on, she realized that the call just now was still on.
He didn't hang up, and neither did Eo.
Wen Qing tried to shout: "Hello?"
The other party's deep voice came clearly from the mobile phone: "Well, I'm here."
Wen Qing's eyelashes quivered slightly, her heart skipped a beat.
He seemed to hear 001's voice.