Today's patient is also mysterious

Chapter 52 Shelter
"Call me if you need it."

Wen Qingyun put down the box, and he had to go to the dean's office to hand over the donations he brought.

Jiang Lan waved her hand, "Go, I'm enough here alone."

She brought the box, which contained toys and picture books. Jiang Lan took it out and put it on the ground. Six pairs of eyes stared at her. The youngest, Mumu, leaned over curiously.

Jiang Lan, "Do you like it? The Barbie doll I promised to bring you last time, here."

Mumu obviously forgot, and looked at her with strange eyes, timidly, wanting but not daring to take it.

She maintained the posture of handing it over, and the smile on her face became more friendly, "Take it, every child has it."

Mu Mu looked back at the oldest Xiao Chao, who was looking at the mirror with his legs crossed, and nodded when he saw it, "I'm tired of playing with worthless things."

Only then did Mu Mu happily accept it. With a leader, it would be much easier to distribute the toys, and soon the last one would be left.

Xiaochao is a boy with a carefree personality and a serious self-awareness disorder. After watching a TV series last year, he didn't think he was a little magic fairy from the magic fairy castle.

She usually calls herself a little fairy.

Little Super Fairy has a small mirror, which she can hardly leave her hand, to appreciate her own beauty. There is a pink ribbon on her head, which is suspected to be the bow ribbon of a birthday cake box.

Holding the colorful box, Jiang Lan leaned over to look at him, "Xiao Chao, your skin is fine, is the skin of little fairies as delicate and smooth as yours?"

Xiao Chao touched his cheek and said reservedly, "It's so-so, they are worse than me."

Peeking at the box, he touched his hair, "What?".

Jiang Lan seemed to be attracted by his beauty, so she forgot to introduce the gift in her hand, and hurriedly opened it, "It's some hairpins, which look pretty at first, but when I think of giving them to you, I feel ashamed and embarrassed to give them to you." .”

The box was opened, and Bulling Bulling's crystal pearl hairpin and necklace, each of which won the little fairy's heart.

Xiaochao watched intently, his little hands eager to try them on, wishing he could try them all on, and holding on to the little fairy's arrogance, "Let's do it."

Jiang Lan smiled slightly, "How about I try it on for you?"

Xiaochao blushed, and nodded impatiently, "Sure."

The little fairy tried it on too loudly, and the other children who received the gifts looked sideways frequently. Mu Mu hugged the Barbie doll and looked at it enviously.

The little fairy played with a string of pearls, "Want it?"

Mumu nodded, she was dumb and couldn't clearly express her preferences.

"Take it and play."

The little fairy gave Jiang Lan a sneak peek at Jiang Lan's reaction, and the latter smiled lightly and cheered, "The little fairy is really kind, and I am so happy to be your friend."

Xiaochao's ears turned red from embarrassment, Erlang put his legs down and sat up straight, "You are not bad as a mortal, this fairy has allowed you to be my friend."

After finishing speaking, he took out a branch from under the pillow, stood up and read a skill in a circle, chanted an incomprehensible spell, and finally pointed at Jiang Lan, "Bah la la energy, woo hoo hoo hoo, the light of luck!"

The lucky Jiang Lan covered her mouth in astonishment, and excitedly said in disbelief, "Did I finally get the little fairy's approval? I'm really touched."

The little fairy raised her chin and proudly went to share the jewelry with Mumu.

Jiang Lan looked at her with a smile on her face for a while, and suddenly felt a certain set of eyes staring at her, subconsciously turned her head, only to see the boy looking out alone by the window.

Looking around, the other three children were drawing pictures and reading books, but he was the only one watching with precocious eyes.

Jiang Lan remembered him. The boy's name was Zhuo Zhuo. He was a kid who had just been sent here not long ago. He was transferred from an orphanage. The psychiatrist diagnosed him as world-weary and had a serious desire for cruelty and destruction.

"Hi Zhuozhuo, do you remember me?"

She smiled brightly, but he was cold and indifferent.

"Ugly!"

His eyes were fierce, his teeth and claws could not hide his emotions, and he couldn't help exuding malice.

Jiang Lan paused for a moment with a smile. She didn't expect the child to be so shameless. There was a brush she gave her on the window sill.

"Do you like the paintbrush? Last time I came to see you painting, the painting is very good."

Zhuo Zhuo hated him, and suddenly picked up the paintbrush and threw it on the ground. Still angry, he stepped on it vigorously with his feet until the colorful paintbrush fell apart, and looked at her provocatively.

Jiang Lan looked back at him, her child's thoughts were almost on her face.

He was waiting, waiting for her to get angry, waiting for her to show her angry and swearing side, and he wanted to destroy everyone's hypocrisy.

He hates everyone who comes to the shelter to show their love.

Jiang Lan sighed in his heart, Zhuo Zhuo transferred here from the orphanage, and what he has seen most is anticipation and disappointment. A volunteer who offered love on a whim, and casually promised to see you again in a few days, can become the biggest of the children in the orphanage. expectations.

Then there is disappointment, disappointment again and again, and when you are disappointed to the extreme, you will not have any expectations.

That's why he hates people like Jiang Lan. What they send is not warmth, but knives, knives that stab people with blood dripping from them.

"Ah, it's too violent. This fairy hates dirty floors." Xiaochao Fairy ran away bluffing. He disliked the paint and debris all over the floor, and ran out swayingly.

Jiang Lan regained consciousness, Zhuo Zhuo had already sat back in front of the window, as if the person who vented the violence just now was not him.

She cleaned the floor, lowered her lower body and looked at him at the same level, "It's okay if you don't like that box of paintbrushes, I will bring you better ones next time."

Zhuo Zhuo looked at her coldly, with strong malice hidden in his dark eyes, and turned back to look out the window, he didn't want to pay attention to her.

Leaving the shelter, the sky darkened, the car lights illuminated the road ahead, and all the brothers and sisters were silent.

Wen Qingyun, "The old director said that the funds are insufficient, and the shelter may be closed down."

Jiang Lan was shocked, "Isn't there a donation?"

Wen Qingyun took a moment to look at her, and said in a dry voice, "The dean showed me the donation flow for the past six months, and there is only one account that can't be shaken every month."

Jiang Lan tightened her hand holding the phone, "How long can it last?"

She is not the Virgin, and the eyes of those children are like mirrors that can distinguish good from evil, and she is uneasy.

"Is there no way?"

"Yes, donations and capital injections, everything is beyond what you and I can do."

He may be able to spend a sum of money to invest in it, but it can only last for a few months or a year. The shelter will be expanded, and the number of people will not be reduced if there are no accidents.

To put it bluntly, he couldn't afford it.

Jiang Lan could also think of it, her face darkened, "What will happen to those patients after the shelter is closed?".

"If you have family members, contact your family members. If you can't contact them, they will be transferred to another hospital."

"Psychiatric hospital?"

Wen Qingyun remained silent, and the result was obvious. Although the environment for mentally ill patients in a mental hospital is not good, at least food and clothing can be guaranteed.

Jiang Lan closed her eyes and put the sweater hat on her head in agitation.

　It is ready to be put on the shelves on the 29th, looking forward to it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)