Chapter 229 real world

Io’s calm expression froze, and he looked at Wen Qing silently.

Wen Qing paused, pointed sideways to the second floor of the building in front of him, and said to him, “It’s near the stairs on the second floor, you can see it when you go up. Auntie Wang Mei, who is in charge of handling the donations.”

Seeing Io staring at the phone without saying a word, Wen Qing tentatively said, “Or I’ll accompany you there first, and then take them for the test.”

“Brother, I’m not colorblind, Wen He is.”

“Brother Wen Qing, he is colorblind, you just need to take him there.”

The two little friends started to quarrel again after you said a word to me.

Io glanced at them and said to Wen Qing, “I know the way and have been here before.”

Wen Qing was stunned: “when did you come?”

Io: “A few years ago, during winter and summer vacations.”

Wen Qing was even more puzzled. A few years ago, she should have been in junior high school.

He has been living in the orphanage during the winter and summer vacations, helping every day, and he generally knows the people who come to donate.

“I don’t seem to have seen you,” Wen Qing paused, worried that Io would misunderstand, and added, “I mean, have we met before?”

Io half-closed his eyes and said casually, “Maybe.”

The voice fell, Wen He’s Wenger’s quarrel became louder and louder.

“You are! You are blind!”

“You are what you are, are you blind, or are you stupid!”

…

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, leaned over and touched their heads, and said warmly, “Okay, don’t quarrel.”

“Brother will take you for a test now.”

After speaking, he said to Io: “See you later.”

Io responded and stood there watching him hold the hands of the two children and gradually walk away.

It was not until Wen Qing’s figure disappeared at the end of the corner that he walked into the building in front of him and walked up to the second floor familiarly.

In addition to Aunt Wang, there is a young girl in a volunteer’s coat who is typing in front of the computer.

Seeing someone came in, the girl quickly said, “Hello, may I ask?”

Aunt Wang looked up, saw Iou, and smiled: “Xiao Zhang, you continue to process the documents.”

“This is an old acquaintance.”

“Okay.” The girl was stunned for a moment, looked at Yiou more, and muttered in her heart that this handsome guy often came to the orphanage at such a young age.

Io sat on the sofa, leaned back lazily, picked up the album on the table, looked at the big group photo above, and found Wen Qing, who was seven or eight years old at a glance.

Aunt Wang poured him a glass of water and smiled, “You haven’t been here for a while.”

“Thanks to you, the orphanage has been operating well over the years.”

…

On the other side, Wen Qing took the two children directly into the infirmary of the orphanage.

There was no one inside, Wen Qing froze for a moment, lowered his head and asked Wen He, “Can’t Uncle Chen come today?”

Wen He whispered: “Uncle Chen was still there in the morning, maybe he went out to smoke.”

Wen Qing walked to the window, looked out, and saw a middle-aged man under a tree in the distance talking on the phone and smoking.

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, without disturbing him, she took out a dilapidated colorblindness test book from the drawer and spread it out on the table.

“Wen He comes first.”

Wen Qing pointed to the dog pattern on one of the pages and asked, “What animal is this?”

Wen He stared at it for a while, and thought about it: “This is a sheep.”

Wen Qing’s fingertips paused, turned to the next page of the rabbit pattern, and asked, “What about this?”

Wen He said in a milky voice, “It’s a cat.”

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, no longer referring to the animals, turned to the numbers, and asked, “What time is this?”

“1, 9, 2.”

“what about this?”

“3, 8, 5.”

…

Although Wen He’s cognition of animals is wrong, the numbers on the test book are clearly visible.

Wenger’s test was no problem at all, and both had normal vision.

Wenger crossed his hips and said triumphantly, “I’ll just say I’m not colorblind!”

Wen He whispered, “I’m not either.”

Wen Qing put away the color-blindness test book, lowered her eyes and pondered.

Wen He and Wenger can distinguish their hair color.

It’s not their problem, it can only be Io’s problem…

Wen Qing looked at Wenger and asked, “You said that the big brother’s hair was silver just now. What kind of silver is it?”

Wenger took out the Ultraman card face he carried with him from his pocket and pointed to the Ultraman’s head on it: “It’s this silver, exactly the same, how handsome.”

Wen He leaned forward and glanced at the card, and whispered, “No, it’s the hair color of the doll that brother Wen Qing bought for me.”

Wen Qing remembered what the doll she bought for Wen He looked like, with bright red hair.

Big red and Ultraman silver are two completely different colors.

Impossible to admit wrong.

Unless… in their eyes, it really is that color.

Wen Qing’s eyelids jumped, thinking of the owner of the milk tea shop discussed by the students in the class group, the hair color, appearance and appearance are all different.

He took out his mobile phone, clicked on WeChat, sent a message to Io, and edited and edited several times in the dialog box, but he did not edit a complete sentence.

Wen Qing’s fingertips said something, and accidentally uttered the word “you”.

Io responded to the message in seconds: [Yeah. 】

Io: [What’s wrong? 】

Io: [I’m still discussing donations. 】

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, stared closely at the first two lines sent by Io, and typed slowly: [Okay, then I’ll come to you later. 】

When the news was sent out, he lowered his head and said to Wen He and Wenger, “My brother has something to do with the dean’s mother, so you can play by yourself first.”

“OK.”

“See you later, brother.”

Wen Qing waved at the two children and turned to the dean’s office.

In the office, a woman who is nearly fifty years old is standing in front of the window. The years have left some traces on her face, but she seems to be more kind and gentle.

“Mother Dean.” Wen Qing called out, strode forward, and hugged the Dean.

The dean patted him on the back and smiled, “Why are you acting like a baby all of a sudden?”

“Didn’t we see each other when the semester started, it’s only been over a month.”

Wen Qing hugged her and snorted twice.

More than a month in the real world, plus a long time in that world.

It’s been a long time.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, the dean touched his head and asked in a low voice, “Did something happen?”

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, released her hand, and said to her, “I have something to do.”

The dean frowned, and his expression became serious: “What’s the matter? Are there any students in the class bullying?”

Wen Qing couldn’t help but smile: “No, the classmates are all very good.”

“It’s a good thing.”

The dean was stunned for a moment, his brows and eyes widened, and he asked gently, “Are you in love?”

The smile on Wen Qing’s face froze, and she no longer sold off: “No.”

“I made a lot of money.”

The dean was stunned.

Wen Qing didn’t tell her the origin of the money, but said, “This money is not money from unknown sources, nor was it earned by law or discipline, but I can’t tell you what happened.”

“I want to donate the money to a welfare home or other charities. Do you have any recommendations?”

The dean regained his senses, raised his hand to touch his head, and said warmly: “The welfare home has been operating very well these years, and the country has been in good weather, and there have been no major disasters. I understand that those charities don’t need your money for the time being. .”

“Since you make money, keep it for yourself.”

The dean changed the subject and said to Wen Qing, “I’m more curious about another thing than your money.”

“Are you in love?”

Wen Qing said dryly, “No.”

Since he went to college, every time he met the dean’s mother, he was asked this question, so that he stayed in the dormitory or worked part-time on weekends, and rarely returned to the orphanage.

The dean looked at his well-behaved and beautiful profile and sighed softly, “You kid, how come you never fell in love when you grow up so much.”

“That kid Wen Qiang told me to wait until he graduates from college, just like a girlfriend proposing.”

Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said, “That’s why his name is Wen Qiang.”

Dean: “I’ve always been worried about the one you’re indulging in. After all, since you were in elementary school, you’ve always had boys and children following your ass, and some of them chased after you to the orphanage, crying and saying they wanted to be with you. live together.”

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, he had no memory of these things at all.

Thinking of the past, the dean’s expression became more gentle. She smiled and said, “You still have a few adults playing in the park after school, and you didn’t even come back to eat dinner. Your auntie Wang almost called the police.”

Wen Qing is a little vague.

The public elementary and junior high schools he attended were not far from the orphanage. He walked back after school by himself. He had a vague impression of returning late, but he couldn’t remember what happened.

Just thinking about it, I heard the dean’s mother sigh softly: “It’s twenty now, and I haven’t even talked about a relationship.”

“When I was in college at the age of 20, I had more boyfriends than I could count on both hands.”

“At that time, I was in fashion, and I even had a girlfriend.”

Wen Qing was silent, is this something he can know?

The dean continued: “It’s okay if you like boys, don’t care about gender.”

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and a long list of men’s names flashed in her mind.

Listening to the dean’s mother babbling for a while, the dean’s cell phone rang as it approached lunchtime.

After answering the phone, the dean frowned slightly and said to Wen Qing, “I have some materials that I need to send to the government now. There are other things in the afternoon and evening, and I may not be able to come back.”

Wen Qing nodded obediently: “Go get busy.”

“I was having dinner with my friend, and he came over today.”

While rummaging through the information, the dean asked, “Are you the dormitory head you mentioned before?”

Wen Qing hummed.

The dean paused and turned to look at him: “You kid, why didn’t you bring him over to see me together.”

Wen Qing blinked: “he wants to donate.”

The dean said helplessly: “We now have an online donation channel, and you are acquaintances. It is impossible for him to come to inspect the situation of the orphanage.”

“If it wasn’t for you, why did he run over in person?”

Wen Qing was stunned.

“Okay, I’ll go first, think about it for yourself.” After that, the dean hurried out.

Wen Qing stayed in the office for a while, until she received a call from Io, and she slowly recovered.

He asked blankly, “What did you just say?”

“I said, don’t you want to go to lunch?”

Wen Qing snorted: “I’m going downstairs now.”

He walked slowly out of the office.

Going to the first floor, Wen Qing took out her mobile phone and wanted to ask where Io was, but when she saw that the screen of her mobile phone was on, she realized that the call just now was still on.

He didn’t hang up, and neither did Io.

Wen Qing tried to shout, “Hello?”

The other party’s deep voice clearly came from the mobile phone: “Well, I am here.”

Wen Qing’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart skipping a beat.

He seemed to hear 001’s voice.