In the afternoon, three o'clock.

Yan Zhuo took his record book and walked to the inpatient department. Along the way, he was thinking about what kind of beginning he should use to elicit this popular science education. After all, he couldn't say, "Mr. Song, I found out after I rummaged through your garbage bag..." Yunyun.

In this way, I am afraid that after Song Yan's heart is perverted, stalker, and annoying, he will add another charge - voyeurism.

Although, he did all the above behaviors...

There is a rare trace of sunlight in the sky, reflected on the ice lake, like a colorful crystal. When Yan Zhuo passed the stone road, he saw a child sitting by the lake, holding his knees and burying his head in motionless, with a red cap on his head, which was somewhat familiar.

He walked over and patted the other person lightly: "Little boy, are you okay?"

After a while, the little girl slowly raised her head and stared straight at him with a displeased expression.

Yan Zhuo let out an embarrassed "cough", trying to explain that he was not a bad person, but suddenly felt that the other party was a little familiar.

Pale, bloodless, red cap.

Yan Zhuo instantly remembered who she was.

He asked, "We met again, do you remember me?"

The little girl frowned, a little bewildered. It seems that don't remember.

Yan Zhuo reminded: "2B——"

"Oh..." The little girl said with clear eyes, "I remember."

Yan Zhuo tried to show the kindest smile and asked, "Where are your parents?"

The little girl said, "I'm going to see my brother."

Oh brother.

Yan Zhuo didn't think deeply, and asked again, "Where's the marinated egg head?"

"..."

The little girl glanced at him: "He has a name, not a braised egg."

Kind of protective, Yan Zhuo grinned and asked her, "What's his name?"

The little girl turned her head: "It has nothing to do with you."

Pretty personality. Yan Zhuo touched his nose and explained, "I am a staff member here, not a trafficker. You are too young to run around here, you need a guardian by your side, so can you tell me where your parents are? "

"I'm not too young," said the little girl.

"Ok?"

"I am twelve years old."

Yan Zhuo was a little surprised: "I thought you were only 8 years old."

Yan Zhuo's original intention was to think that the little girl was tender and small, but who knew that the other party didn't appreciate it.

The little girl glanced at him and suggested seriously, "Then you should have your eyesight checked."

Cold expression, mean tone, familiar formula.

It is almost in the same vein as Song Yan.

He joked, "You don't have the surname Song, do you?"

The little girl was stunned, her mouth slightly opened, and it took a long time before she said, "How do you know?"

Really! !

Come to see my brother...Song Qiao, the director of Xinqiao Orphanage...surnamed Song, the information was linked together, he turned a corner in his heart and asked, "Is Song Yan your brother?"

The little girl was really convinced. After all, she was still a child. She couldn't figure out why she didn't say anything, but the people in front of her knew all about it.

From the look on her face, she knew she was right. Yan Zhuo thought: In this way, Song Yan... he might also be an orphan?

It seemed that something flashed in my mind, but it was too late to catch it. The little girl asked, "Do you know my brother?"

Yan Zhuo nodded.

"Are you familiar?"

Are you cooked? Yan Zhuo didn't say it well either. Sometimes Song Qiao would chat with him a few times, and sometimes he would not say a word. Most are silent, never gossiping.

So - are you familiar? At least in some respects he didn't know anything about Song Yan.

But it's no big deal to talk nonsense instead of disappointing children.

Yan Zhuo said with a guilty conscience, "We are friends."

"Really?" the little girl said with a wink, "I really can't tell."

Yan Zhuo: "..." I don't know if it's his illusion, he has a feeling of being rejected.

The little girl laughed, delighted by his instantly mourned face.

"Is my brother a little difficult to get along with?"

Ask knowingly.

What a bit! is very!

Yan Zhuo said: "It's very good. He has a mild temper and is willing to help others."

After all, he couldn't speak ill of people in front of his younger sister, so he spoke against his conscience, talking nonsense in the clear sky.

Facts have proved that only ghosts can believe nonsense.

The little girl who was still in the world suddenly frowned and said with a strange expression: "Are you sure you are talking about the same person? My brother doesn't touch on these two points."

Yan Zhuo: "..." This is not what he said.

The little girl pouted and asked, "Are you really familiar?"

The sun shines on her long eyelashes, casting a thin shadow.

Yan Zhuo opened his mouth and was about to say something when someone shouted, "Yaya—"

He looked back.

Dean Song led the braised egg and stood two meters behind him. Looking closely, the braised egg looked extremely bad, as if he had just finished going to the grave.

Yan Zhuo thought in his heart: Could it be that Song Yan said something unbearable?

No wonder he thought so, it was because Song Yan's ability to fight people was too strong, and he could easily turn his popularity into a puffer fish.When the needle is poked, it explodes directly.

Now the braised egg looks like it's about to burst.

Song Qiao was a little surprised when he saw Yan Zhuo, he smiled and said, "What a coincidence."

"President Song, hello." Yan Zhuo greeted politely.

"Hello," Song Qiao asked, "to come to see the family?"

Yan Zhuo shook the notebook in his hand: "I'm a staff member here."

Seeing Song Qiao surveying his body up and down, Yan Zhuo explained, "I'm a volunteer, and informal employees don't need to wear work clothes."

"Volunteers," Song Qiao said in awe, "that's great."

Yan Zhuo: "It's not that exaggerated..."

Song Qiao laughed twice and said to Lu Dantou, "Little Eagle, isn't my brother great?"