Can't hide

What Uncle Lin bought was a foldable umbrella, which is not big enough to accommodate two little girls, but it would be a bit worse for old men.

Duan Zhuo was still thinking about maintaining a safe distance, and stretched his arms holding the umbrella to cover Jiang Sui from the rain, with half of his body exposed outside the umbrella.The rain raged on him. After walking a few steps, his clothes and trouser legs were soaked, and the uppers of his feet were also soaked.

Jiang Sui caught a glimpse of it by accident, felt sorry, and leaned towards Duan Zhuo, but unexpectedly, Duan Zhuo moved a step to the side.

Jiang Sui felt strange, and leaned over tentatively.

In summer, they didn't wear much, and at the moment when their arms were about to touch, Duan Zhuo moved to the side again. This time, Jiang Sui dared to conclude that he was hiding and defending on purpose.

But why?Jiang Sui raised his arm and smelled it. He had taken a shower after exercising in the gym, so it was impossible for him to still smell of sweat.

After confirming that it was not his fault, he turned his face and asked Duan Zhuo: "Are you acting as a magnet with the same polarity as me?"

He meant something, but Duan Zhuo couldn't hear it, and replied: "Just protect yourself, I will take a shower when I go back, and I will get wet when I get wet."

Jiang Sui was not willing to admit defeat. When playing with magnets in elementary school, he insisted on pushing two magnets with the same pole together and wrapping them tightly with adhesive tape repeatedly, so that they would also attract with the same pole.

The more Duan Zhuo dodges, the more interesting he finds it. He wanted to stick it on, put one hand on Duan Zhuo's shoulder, and sneered: "This way, it won't get wet."

Duan Zhuo's back was stiff and his scalp was numb. The fingers on his shoulders seemed to be welded to death, and he couldn't peel them off no matter how hard he tried, he was very annoyed: "Are you sick? Is it so hot?"

Jiang Sui was angry and laughed again: "I'm sick? I just want you to avoid the rain and you call me sick? What is a dog biting Lu Dongbin? I have opened my eyes today."

Thinking of the [-], no matter how uncomfortable Duan Zhuo was, he could only grit his back molars and force himself to bear it, anyway, it was only a few hundred meters away.

Duan Zhuo didn't say a word, his steps quickened, thinking that Jiang Sui would stop there, who would have thought that after a while, Jiang Sui asked again: "Are you afraid of getting close to people?"

Duan Zhuo shuddered, he was not afraid of getting close to people, but he didn't want to be so close to a man, and it was only the second time they met, this man stuck to him like a dog's skin plaster, it was too weird.

Duan Zhuo was originally walking on the sidewalk, but in order to keep a distance, he was forced to the motorway. Jiang Sui grabbed the umbrella handle and dragged him back.

"Why are you always hiding from me? Don't you like physical contact with people?"

Seeing Duan Zhuo's distressed face, Jiang Sui patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him solemnly, "My cousin is a psychiatrist, and I have encountered such a situation with a child before. It is a psychological problem caused by the shadow of childhood. It's just like autism, afraid of chatting with people and being afraid of getting close to people, but after taking some medicine, it will be fine, why don't I ask my cousin to help you take a look?"

"Why didn't I hear that there is such a disease?" Duan Zhuo was expressionless, "I think you should go see it, why do you want to get close to people all day long?"

Jiang Sui became anxious: "Is this how you treat your benefactor?"

Finally arrived at the place, Duan Zhuo stopped waiting, grabbed the umbrella: "Benefactor, go slowly, the little one will go back first."

"Don't you want to go in and have a drink?" Jiang Sui responded with virtue and said with a smile, "The benefactor will squeeze a glass of fresh orange juice for you, add pears and honey in it, and put some ice cubes to reduce the heat and dryness. It is most suitable for drinking in summer."

Duan Zhuo didn't dare to step in, just like rejecting the KTV boss back then, he resolutely rejected Jiang Sui and ran away without looking back.

On the way, the phone rang, which startled him, thinking that Jiang Sui was haunted, only to realize that Jiang Sui didn't save his phone number.

The caller was Wang Zhi, a staff member of the Xiaohe Miao Public Welfare Fund. He often sent rice, oil and milk to Duan Zhuo's house during holidays. He knew everything about Duan Zhuo's family.

After a few greetings, Wang Zhi learned that Duan Zhuo was admitted to the ideal school, and congratulated him: "When you go to university, you must learn to be more active, communicate with teachers and classmates more, and stop being bored by yourself."

"Ah."

"What major did you apply for?"

"Atmospheric Science."

"Oh, that's great. You may be able to work in the Meteorological Bureau in the future. The income is stable and the benefits are good. You finally lived up to everyone's expectations of you. The milk you drank when you were young is not in vain..."

You can feel that Wang Zhi is genuinely happy for him, and Duan Zhuo is also thankful for being able to survive until today.

Wang Zhi said at the other end: "I have to tell you something, because the platform's one-to-one poverty alleviation project stipulates that donors will support students until they graduate from high school. If you graduate early, you are considered to have graduated. The road... you have to go by yourself."

"I understand." Duan Zhuo avoided a shallow puddle on the ground, thought for a while, but still didn't tell Wang Zhi about the stolen package, "I can earn money by myself, and the tuition is enough, so you don't have to worry about me."

"Okay, as long as you understand." Wang Zhi said again, "If possible, I will also push your admission information to your benefactor. Over the years, he has invested a lot in you and treats you as a Now that your son has been raised, I think he will be happy for you too."

I am afraid that there is no one in this world who wants to prove himself in front of donors more than Duan Zhuo. To him, Mr. J is a reborn parent, who would not want to be the pride of his parents.

"Of course." Duan Zhuo said anxiously, "Can you leave me my mobile phone number by the way? I have always wanted to thank him in person."

"Leave your mobile phone number, I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

There is a reason for Wang Zhi to think this way, because Duan Zhuo is a child of a prisoner, and the situation is different from ordinary poor children in rural areas. The information on the platform is open to the public, including the notifications to donors.

At that time, in order to protect Duan Zhuo's personal privacy, they still used pseudonyms, and it was a little inappropriate to disclose their private contact information like this.

Wang Zhi thought for a moment: "Why don't you leave your email address, you can contact me privately."

The first-line chance is also a chance, Duan Zhuo is very grateful on the phone.

The drizzle lasted for several days in Nancheng, and it finally stopped in the early morning of the weekend. The vegetation took on a new look, and the air was humid and cool.

In the study room of a villa in a small courtyard, the coffee machine was humming, and the strong aroma of coffee beans was wafting around.

Zhao Ruizhi knocked on the door: "Come down for breakfast."

"Oh, right away." The young man sat in front of the computer, scrolling the mouse, the curtains blocked the light, only the light of the screen danced in his brown eyes.

At the top of the page are the words "One-to-One Rescue for Xiaohe Miao", which are green and represent hope. He originally wanted to send money to the public welfare platform this morning, but unexpectedly received a push.

The message was sent three nights ago.

"Hello, Dear "Mr. J", it is my pleasure to share a piece of good news with you.

First of all, I am very grateful that you provided a total of 16 yuan of educational support to "Little Spoon" from xx to xx. Your kindness has effectively improved its living conditions and improved its quality and ability. "Little Spoon" is 1.9 years old this year, with a height of He has reached 78 meters two and weighs [-] kg. He loves sports and has a strong body.

More importantly, you gave him psychological comfort and kept him enthusiastic about life.

"Little Spoon" has always kept in mind your dedication. Over the years, it has been diligent, down-to-earth, modest and progressive, and has maintained its top grades in school.In June of this year, "Little Spoon" took the college entrance examination and successfully obtained the admission notice from Nancheng T University, his ideal school.

Next, "Little Spoon" will continue to move forward with a grateful heart, keep kind thoughts, do good deeds, and wish you and your family good health and all the best.

According to the agreement, the one-to-one assistance and poverty alleviation relationship between you and "Little Spoon" will be automatically unbound at midnight on the tenth.

If you continue to send money to the platform, the money will still be used for education and public welfare undertakings to help poor children.

In addition, "Little Spoon" has the idea of ​​thanking you personally, and its email account is: [email protected].If you wish, you can contact us at any time.Yours sincerely.

salute! "

The young man leaned forward slightly, frowned slightly, and reread the content again, his brown eyes narrowed.

1.9 meters two, strong body?How can this be the figure that a 16-year-old girl would have?

It must be that the platform got the information wrong—it was clearly the daughter of a prisoner who was bound and funded by him, a beautiful and juicy little cutie.

The platform of "Xiaohemiao" has online customer service. It was the first time he used this function. Like the webpages of many training institutions, he clicked the small round button and a small dialog box popped up.

[J: Hello, I just saw the information you sent me. There is no problem with the year and donation amount, but the little spoon I sponsored is a little girl. How could it grow into a 1.9-meter boy? 】

[J: I think there must be a mistake in some link, please check again. 】

[Miao Miao: Hello sir, Little Spoon is a boy^-^. 】

"Tsk." The young man frowned, guessing that the customer service was newly recruited by the platform, and there were some mistakes in the handover of work, or that there were two aliases on the platform called Xiaoshaozi.

There are half-length or full-length photos of the children on the rescue platform. Most of the children in impoverished mountainous areas are dark complexioned, malnourished, and have unnatural eyes when facing the camera.

There is only one little cutie who is different. When shooting, she was lying on the table doing her homework. What was photographed was a silhouette. The warm sunset fell into the classroom and shone on her cheeks. Her hair was a little long, and she was tied behind her head Little Tuya, a strand of light hair hanging down by his ear.

The little guy has a small face, but big eyes, and the bridge of his nose is straight and delicate. Just by looking at his profile, he can tell that he is a standard beauty embryo.

[J: [Picture] Do you call this a boy? 】

Miao Miao also sent him a screenshot, which was Xiao Shaozi's profile information——

Number: 1809.

Name: Little Spoon (pseudonym).

Nationality: Han.

Sex: Male

Family profile: Father was sentenced to prison for drug trafficking and other crimes, and mother passed away last year...

The young man stared blankly, his back pressed against the back of the chair, and he almost didn't fall over in one breath!

Back then, he was indeed bewitched by the cutie's appearance, and he wanted to seize the opportunity to be her angel brother. Whoever was interested in caring about what bad things happened to her family didn't read the introduction carefully.

The key point is that they are all in pigtails, no one will think they are boys when they look at them.

"Outrageous!"

He slapped the table hard, and his two sword eyebrows were almost knotted.

With a glimmer of hope, he sent a message to the platform, asking if the gender on the profile was wrong, and if it was possible to go to the field to confirm it.

[Miao Miao: No sir, Little Spoon was indeed a bit girly when he was young, but he is not like that anymore.I visited his home with my colleagues last month. He has developed eight-pack abs and is full of energy all day long haha.Thank you for your continuous support~]

It's completely different now~

I have developed eight-pack abs~

It seemed as if dozens of knives had been stabbed in the chest, and someone's energy was completely drained from the morning, and he slumped in a chair.

For the past eight years, he has sincerely treated Little Spoon as a member of the family, and he is reluctant to spend a share of the lucky money. He has saved it to pay her tuition fees, and the competition prize money is used to buy her new clothes, new pants, and a new padded jacket. She just hoped that his cloud-raised little cutie would one day turn into a big cutie, throwing herself into his arms and acting like a baby.

He glanced at Xiaoshaozi's profile, the word "gender male" was eye-catching, and he squeezed Shan Gen hard.

Lie!Lie!This is blatant photo-deception!

The author says:

Duan Zhuo: Who made you lustful.