Campus Alliance-Never Fall North Star

Lu Yan and Xiang Haichen really loved baby girls, so with their persistence, they adopted another little girl two years after adopting Lu Ang.

When Xiaobai followed them out of the welfare home, the light from the street lamp fell on her silver-white hair, like a handful of broken stars.

Her fingers, which were clutching the corner of her clothes, turned white, and she took every step cautiously, as if the road under her feet was not concrete but thin ice.

Lu Xun walked on her left, deliberately slowing down his pace.

He had a White Rabbit milk candy in his military uniform pocket. He bought it at the street corner in the afternoon because he heard from the dean that Xiaobai liked sweet food.

Pinching the wrinkles of the candy wrapper with my fingertips, I suddenly remembered that Xiang Haichen also loved to eat this when he was a child. I would always secretly put one into his mouth when he wasn’t paying attention, saying, “It’s so sweet that it can make people forget the pain.”

"Are you cold?" Xiang Haichen walked to the right and took off his scarf. He wanted to put it on her but was afraid of scaring her, so he held it in his hand and shook it. "This is made of wool, so it's soft."

Xiaobai looked up at him, her eyelashes were light gold, like butterfly wings resting on her eyelids.

She didn't say anything, but just shook her head gently, her eyes fell on the little sun pattern embroidered on the scarf - it was sewn by Xiang Haichen herself, the stitches were crooked, but it was obvious that she was very careful.

When he returned to the courtyard, Song Hui was waiting at the door holding a lantern. When he saw Xiao Bai, his eyes lit up like two black grapes: "Are you Sister Xiao Bai? I have prepared a gift for you!"

She handed over a stuffed doll like she was offering a treasure. It was a rabbit that was sewn irregularly, with some cotton on its ears. "Qingjia and I made this together. It's to warm your hands."

Xiaobai's fingers moved, but he didn't take it, he just retracted it.

Shen Jingxing was holding a piece of fruit candy in his hand. He had just bought it on the road. It was orange flavored - he remembered that his mother said Xiaobai liked sweet things.

"Here you go." He handed the candy over, his voice still a little tense, "This one isn't sour."

Xiaobai stared at the candy for a long time, then suddenly looked up, his golden eyelashes trembling: "Are you not afraid of me anymore?"

Shen Jingxing's ears suddenly turned red, and he pinched the candy wrapper with his fingers even harder: "Mom said you are an angel, how can an angel be scary." He paused, and added, "Qingjia and I are the same as you, what's there to be afraid of? Tell me quietly, we both have white hair, but it only turned black after taking medicine in the past two years. Don't you think our skin is also very white?"

The wind from the courtyard blew over with the fragrance of osmanthus. Xiaobai suddenly smiled, with a shallow arc at the corner of his mouth, like a warm crack in the ice.

She took the doll and the candy: "Thank you!"

Xiang Haichen watched this scene, gently touched Lu Yan's arm, his eyes shining like falling stars.

Lu Yan held his hand with his backhand, and the warmth of his palm passed through his fingertips - he knew that Xiang Haichen's heart softened the first time he saw Xiaobai, the way the child stood alone in the corner.

At dinner time, Xiaobai sat next to Xiang Haichen. In front of her was a small bowl of pumpkin porridge, which was specially cooked by Lu Yun. It was made to be sticky because he was afraid that she would choke.

She didn't move the spoon, but just stared at the pattern on the edge of the bowl until Xiang Haichen put the spoon in her hand: "Try it? I deliberately put less sugar in it, afraid that you would choke."

Xiaobai's hand holding the spoon was shaking a little. Just as she was about to put the porridge to her mouth, a drop of it suddenly fell on the table. She hurriedly put down the spoon and wiped it, her movements were so urgent that she seemed to scratch the table: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Lu Xuan held her hand and took a tissue to wipe it slowly: "It's okay, the porridge is thick, it's normal to fall."

He scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it to her mouth, "Shall I feed you?"

Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, looked at the smile in Lu Yan's eyes, and suddenly opened his mouth.

As the sweetness of pumpkin mixed with the aroma of rice spread on her tongue, her eyes slowly turned red - in the past in that family, if she dropped her chopsticks, she would be scolded as "unlucky", not to mention spilling porridge, for which she would probably be scolded and beaten.

"Eat slowly." Shen Jiaqi picked up a piece of steamed yam for her, "If it's not enough, there's more. It'll make you full."

Xiaobai chewed the yam in small bites and suddenly asked, "You...really won't send me away?" The voice was as light as a sigh, but it hit everyone's heart heavily.

Xiang Haichen put down his chopsticks and looked at her seriously: "Although our house is not big, there is room for you. Look at the hyacinths in the yard, some bloom early, some bloom late, but they can all take root in the soil, and you can take root here too."

Xiaobai scratched the tablecloth with his fingers and suddenly pointed at the photo on the wall - it was a photo of Lu Yan and Xiang Haichen with Lu Ang at the door of the store, and next to it was a family portrait painted by Song Hui.

“Can I post a picture of me?”

"Of course." Lu Xun said with a smile, "When Lu Ang comes back, we will go take the photo and we will stick to the middle!"

At night, when Xiang Haichen was making Xiaobai's bed, he found that there were only two old clothes neatly folded in her small suitcase, and a small thing wrapped in a handkerchief - it was a pebble that she had picked up and polished to a smooth finish.

"Did you pick this up?" Xiang Haichen picked up a pebble with a crooked smiley face drawn on it.

Xiaobai nodded and looked out the window: "I found it under the bridge before. I want to put it on the windowsill when I find a home."

Xiang Haichen's heart seemed to be tugged by something. He placed the pebble on the bedside table, next to the small tank model Lu Ang gave him: "This will be your windowsill from now on. Put whatever you want on it."

When Xiaobai lay down, he stared at the star lights on the ceiling for a long time. Lu Xuan had installed them specially in the afternoon, saying, "If you are afraid of the dark, turn them on at night."

She suddenly asked in a low voice: "Dad Xiang, is my hair really like an angel's?"

Xiang Haichen sat on the bedside and gently touched her hair, which was as soft as clouds: "Yes, you are prettier than an angel. Look at the stars in the sky, aren't they all sparkling white? You are the little star of our home."

Xiaobai didn't say anything, but quietly moved closer to him and grabbed the corner of his clothes with her little hand.

Xiang Haichen froze and dared not move until her breathing gradually became even. Then he dared to gently withdraw his hand - there was a little bit of her hair on the corner of her clothes, silver-white, like snow falling on black cloth.

The next morning, Song Yuan dragged Xiao Bai to the backyard to look at the flowers. The hyacinths were in full bloom, with lavender spikes hanging down. Song Hui picked one and handed it to him: "This will definitely look good in your hair."

Xiaobai pinched the petals, suddenly smiled, and pinned the flower behind her ear.

The sunlight fell on her face, and her golden eyelashes were covered with dew, making her look like a doll walking out of a painting.

Ren Qingjia ran over holding a camera, an old one discarded by adults: "Mom asked me to take a picture of you and put it on the wall."

Xiaobai stood in the flowers, pursing her lips a little embarrassedly. Song Yuan moved over and stood shoulder to shoulder with her. When Song Nian shouted "one, two, three", Xiaobai suddenly raised her head and smiled at the camera - that was the first time that Lu Yan and the others saw her smile so brightly, like a light that had been held back for a long time finally dared to shine.

While eating breakfast, Xiaobai picked up the cup of milk, hesitated for a moment with his fingers on the edge of the cup, and then put his mouth close to it.

Shen Jiaqi watched her sipping milk, and secretly glanced at Xiang Haichen, with warmth in his eyes.

"By the way," Lu Yan suddenly spoke, pulling out a small box from his pocket, "I named you Lu Xingmian, Xing for star, Mian for sleep. You will be able to sleep well in the future and don't have to be afraid of the dark anymore."

Lu Xingmian pinched the name tag in the box and suddenly threw herself into Xiang Haichen's arms, her shoulders twitching: "I have a name... I also have a home..."

Xiang Haichen hugged her, his hands trembling a little as he patted her back, and his eyes were red as if soaked in morning dew.

Lu Yan stood aside, watching the hyacinths in the yard swaying in the wind, and suddenly felt that the best scenery in the world is never flawless, but the ones with scars and injuries that finally dare to stretch out in the sun.

The director of the welfare home called later and said that all of Lu Xingmian's adoption documents had been sent.

After Lu Yan hung up the phone, he saw Lu Xingmian drawing with a few children on the corridor. On the paper were five little people holding hands. One of them had silver hair and a pair of white wings.

He walked over and heard Lu Xingmian say, "Look, I have wings too."

Ren Jiaqing nodded and used a pen to paint some gold on the wings: "This will make it look more like an angel."

The sunlight shines through the flower stands in the corridor, casting tiny spots of light on the painting, like a handful of stars.

Lu Yan suddenly remembered what Xiang Haichen said last night: "We may not be able to give her the whole world, but we can give her a place where she is not afraid of being abandoned."

Yes, home is never four walls, but someone telling you: "Don't be afraid, we are here."