Chapter 952: I will coax you to sleep later (29)
Feng Qian looked at it, and his eyes fell on the broken glass window again.
The wind was not strong today. Standing at the door, she could vaguely feel the wind pouring into the room, and the glass was shaking slightly.
During the day, when the wind blows on the body, it will not make people feel cold, but if it is night and is blown by the night wind, it will be easy to catch a cold.
Feng Qian secretly pondered, when will the fragments be abducted home, the kind that won't come back.
Feng Qian was stunned for a while, Yan Ci had already packed up her backpack and walked towards her.
Feng Qian blinked his eyes and tilted his head slightly: "So fast?"
"Um."
Yan Ci replied softly and nodded.
He was carrying the black backpack in his hand. There shouldn't be many things in it. The backpack was deflated and not so bulging.
Feng Qian didn't think much about it, anyway, if there was something missing, she could help him make up for it.
It's just... she soon encountered another century of problems.
The little girl stood at the entrance of the stairs and glanced down.
Feng Qian swallowed her saliva and turned her head to look at the young man beside her.
Yan Ci's expression was as usual, indifferent, and she went down the stairs one step before her.
Feng Qian resignedly followed behind.
Although going down the stairs seems to be easier than going up the stairs, but in this community where Yan Ci lives, the stairs are not generally steep, and you will fall over if you are not careful.
When Feng Qian went down the stairs, his face was sullen the whole time, and his face was as serious as an enemy.
When she got down to the first floor, the girl bent down and hammered her calf relentlessly.
The young man in front of him stood tall and straight and looked back at her quietly.
He carried the backpack with his fingertips, then slowly put it back together.
Yan Ci approached Feng Qian's side and took a few steps. He blinked and opened his lips, but he didn't know what to say.
Feng Qian also rested and stood up.
She took a step forward, raised her hand and patted Yan Ci's shoulder: "Okay, we can go."
Yan Ci was stunned for a moment, the touch on his shoulder made the boy stunned in place.
He suddenly became nervous, but when he looked up and saw Feng Qian had walked a short distance, he pursed his lips and raised his heels.
After walking out of the big iron gate of the community, Feng Qian led people into the car.
When the car drove smoothly on the road, Feng Qian said casually, "I thought you would live with your parents."
Mentioning the word "parents", Yan Ci held the backpack on his lap and tightened his fingertips slightly.
There was a mist-like confusion in the boy's dark eyes.
"I don't have parents," he said.
Yan Ci lowered his head, and his eyes fell silently on the black backpack in his hand.
Feng Qian was also stunned.
I just heard the boy continue: "I grew up in an orphanage and have no parents."
Feng Qian blinked his eyes.
Yes, it's really a very poor little one.
Probably holding back in his heart for a long time, the girl around him is different from others, Yan Ci silently explained his life experience.
Feng Qian combined the information given by the system, only to feel that the fragments were pitiful and distressing.
When Yan Ci was sensible, he was already in the orphanage.
He didn't know who his parents were, and they were still alive.
He has been withdrawn since he was a child. When someone comes to adopt a child, he will always stay indifferent in his small room.
Putting together a piece of the puzzle that he didn't know how many times he had put together.
He was not adopted by anyone and stayed in the orphanage.
Fortunately, the orphanage is supported by charities and charitable people.
At the age of school, Yan Ci was also fortunate to be supported by one-on-one funding.