Don't come here, the milk dog who wears books

Chapter 662
Seeing that Qin Junyi agreed, Xiong Ze immediately showed a happy smile on his face:

"Okay, I see. Thank you very much."

"You don't need to thank me, I didn't do anything."

Qin Junyi sighed, turned his eyes to the distance, and seemed to start to recall the past.

Suddenly Qin Junyi said in a low voice as if talking to himself:

"I said—do you believe in the principle that human nature is inherently good?"

Before Xiong Ze could answer, Qin Junyi continued to say:

"Han Xuefei and I did know each other. At that time, Han Xuefei was not called by his current name, but Song Zixue."

"Song Zixue?" Xiong Ze murmured the name after him.

"I was not called Qin Junyi at that time, but Song Ziyi."

"Eh? Your surname is Song? Could it be that you are..." Hearing this, Xiong Ze's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had discovered something shocking.

"We are not, don't think about it. The name is just a code."

Qin Junyi glanced at Xiong Ze indifferently, "Listen to what I have to say."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Xiong Ze scratched his head and closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Qin Junyi sighed, and began to slowly talk about memories that he didn't want to mention.

"I was sent to the orphanage when I was five years old. That was the first time I met Song Zixue..."

In memory, Qin Junyi was five years old.

"This is your new brother, remember to get along well."

The director of the orphanage led a little boy, pushed him in front of a group of children, squatted down and touched his head, and then said lovingly:

"Okay, let's go."

When the other children saw a new face, they all crowded around curiously.

"What's your name?"

"Where are you from?"

"Why did you come to us?"

…………

The little boy probably didn't see this posture, he took a few steps back in a daze, and turned his head hastily to find a figure he could rely on.

but.

Only he himself.

"Hey, talk, are you dumb?"

Seeing that the newcomer didn't speak, a well-built boy stepped forward and couldn't help but push him.

"Hmm..." The boy accidentally fell to the ground, showing an extremely indecent posture.

"No, no. He really doesn't seem to be able to speak."

Seeing the new boy, the burly boy didn't speak even if he was pushed, and couldn't help but exaggeratedly overtook his partner.

"It turned out to be a little mute." Seeing this, the people around laughed and echoed.

They are all children without parents, or children whose parents have died.

For the less fortunate, it is sometimes a joy to see even less fortunate people.

"I...I'm not dumb." The boy hugged his legs tightly, shrunk himself into a small ball, and murmured tremblingly.

But what he said was not heard, and the children who made fun of him had already run away humming a little tune.

He was alone again.

The boy raised his head in confusion and looked at the empty scenery around him. He couldn't help lowering his head and sobbing softly.

Like a wounded little beast, it hid itself in a corner, licking its wounded feathers alone.

I really want to have a family, so won't I be rejected?In that case, wouldn't he be alone anymore?

(End of this chapter)