Orange yellow is splashed brightly in the distant sky, the sunset glow connects the sky and the earth, and the summer breeze blows gently, bringing the aroma of condensed roses.

The church-like Gothic building towers under the sky, and the majestic and rigorous teaching four characters are engraved on the majestic milky white stone at the door.

The campus is full of various plants, which are tools for the children who are either rich or expensive to learn to identify in plant class.

The solid black school gate separates the two worlds inside and outside the school. The bright orange-red slide and seesaw are empty. At this moment, only a young female teacher and a young boy carved in jade are left in the school district.

Zhong Ling was standing at the bottom of the steps wearing an indigo teacher's uniform, she leaned over with a warm smile and said softly, "Qiao Zhuo, your parents may be delayed on the way, let's wait patiently together, okay?"ah?"

The orange-yellow and deep-purple sunset glow falls on the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows behind, reflecting the rainbow-like colorful and mysterious colors.

The little boy who was left alone was carrying a small schoolbag at the moment, sitting obediently on the steps with his head bowed and flipping through the book in his hand.

When he heard Zhong Ling's voice, he didn't make any noise, and he didn't even raise his head. He still kept the same posture, reading the book quietly, as if he didn't fit in with this world.

Zhong Ling seemed to have gotten used to Qiao Zhuo's quietness, even if she didn't get any reply from the little boy, she wasn't surprised at all.

Qiao Zhuo is the most withdrawn boy in the small class. When the boys and girls of the same age are very noisy and lively, he will always sit by the window and watch others silently.

When Zhong Ling took office, she was worried that Qiao Zhuo's personality would be bullied, but she was reminded by her colleagues that no one should worry about Qiao Zhuo.

It was only later that Zhong Ling learned about Qiao Zhuo's background. He was born in the Roman palace, and he didn't need the sympathy of ants.

Qiao Zhuo was reticent, but dazzlingly beautiful.

Other children may not know Qiao Zhuo's identity and family background, but they have beautiful eyes, and children's love is simple and passionate.

So even though Qiao Zhuo is withdrawn and silent as always, he is still the most popular boy in the small class.

As soon as the summer wind blows, Qiao Zhuo raises the small dark blue bow tie on the neckline of Qiao Zhuo's school uniform.

The boy was sitting on the steps, wearing a neat little suit and school uniform, his round eyes did not express much emotion, only the enviably thick and long eyelashes were fluttering.

Among the mixed-race children that can be seen everywhere in this aristocratic elementary school in Chenglan, Qiao Zhuo has a rare oriental introverted temperament.

The silence spread endlessly.

"What book is Qiao Zhuo reading?"

With the idea of opening up the topic, Zhong Ling leaned over and glanced at it, but she didn't expect to see the full English article with Arabic numerals interspersed with each line in the book.

Zhong Ling: "..."

Qiao Zhuo was finally willing to raise his eyes, he looked at Zhong Ling and said, "Thomas Calculus."

The boy's voice still had the immaturity unique to children of this age, but it shocked Zhong Ling tremendously.

Zhong Ling subconsciously wanted to ask if he understood, but Qiao Zhuo had already lowered his head and turned the page again.

Zhong Ling breathed a sigh of relief and got up to comfort herself, thinking that some people in this world are born with certain responsibilities.

Reform, advance, subvert.

Presumably Qiao Zhuo is also one of these people.

"Sorry for being late."

Zhong Ling turned her head in shock when she heard the sound, only to see an old man with gray temples bowing slightly with a top hat in his hands, with full manners, like an old-fashioned aristocratic gentleman, making people feel close at a glance.

Zhong Ling smiled gently and said, "Hi, are you Qiao Zhuo's parents? Qiao Zhuo is very obedient and has been waiting for you."

Qiao Zhuo put the book in his backpack and stretched out his hand obediently waiting for Zhong Ling.

For a moment, Zhong Ling seemed to have been hit in the heart, and became soft. She quickly held Qiao Zhuo's little hand, helped the boy down the steps and brought him in front of the man.

Qiao Zhuo let go of Zhong Ling's hand, raised his head and called out to the man, "Thomas."

Just as Zhong Ling felt puzzled, he saw the man put on a top hat, the corners of his eyes were slightly wrinkled, and he smiled softly, and said, "I am the butler of the young master's house, thank you for your care."

Zhong Ling's eyes widened, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "I see, I'm sorry."

Thomas held Qiao Zhuo's hand, then bent down and hugged the young master in his arms.

Qiao Zhuo sat on Thomas' arm. Although his well-behaved fair face was still expressionless, there seemed to be some emotional fluctuations in those eyes.

Qiao Zhuo waved at Zhong Ling, and said immaturely, "Teacher, goodbye."

Zhong Ling clutched her chest excitedly, waved again and again: "Goodbye, Qiao Zhuo!"

But it was such a cute and well-behaved boy who was praised by the teacher, but his face darkened when he got in the car.

like a little grownup.

Thomas held the steering wheel and stared at the rearview mirror and asked softly, "Master, how is school life today?"

Qiao Zhuo threw down his backpack and leaned against the car window, looking at the bustling crowd on the street, and said coldly but childishly, "It's boring."

Thomas couldn't help laughing out loud, he said: "Just get used to it, life is a collection of boredom."

"It's boring, but it's also short."

Hearing this, Qiao Zhuo sat upright, looked at Thomas's gray hair and asked, "Thomas, will you leave me too?"

Thomas didn't give the child a chance to buffer, and said bluntly: "Yes."

Qiao Zhuo was silent for a while, his round eyes blocked by long eyelashes.

Thomas stopped at a red light, and just when he thought Qiao Zhuo didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, a childish voice suddenly sounded from the back seat of the car.

Qiao Zhuo said: "Thomas, I will miss you."

"I'll put your picture in a box and hide it under my pillow."

Thomas entered Qiao's family after a resignation crisis. The Qiao family is a very friendly boss.

They had a plane accident when Qiao Zhuo was still a toddler.

Thomas raised Qiao Zhuo, and he also knew that there were photos of his parents under Qiao Zhuo's pillow.

Thomas may have been moved, he didn't know, so he said hoarsely: "That's my honor, young master."

The scenery outside the car window quickly fell backwards.

Suddenly, Qiao Zhuo leaned on the car window again, and shouted in surprise: "puppy!"

Thomas stopped the car immediately, and he also saw the all-white puppy.

But just as he got off the car, Qiao Zhuo stopped in front of a ragged little boy.

Qiao Zhuo looked up at Thomas, then pointed to the little boy curled up on the ground confidently and said, "Thomas, look, puppy."

It turned out that Qiao Zhuo wasn't referring to the puppy.

Thomas took off his top hat, gave a standard chivalrous salute regardless of whether the little boy could see him, and then said, "Master, he is a human being, not a puppy."

Qiao Zhuo has a super high IQ, and a super headache EQ.

Compared with other rich kids on the road to Rome, Qiao Zhuo would not intentionally make things difficult for anyone, but his status made him form a noble temperament of a superior that cannot be ignored, and he was born to look down on thousands.

There was doubt on Qiao Zhuo's face, but he still pointed at the little boy, lowered his voice half a degree, and tried to say: "Thomas, I want to raise him."

Thomas put on his top hat, with a serious expression on his face, and said, "Young master, we can't raise a man, he can't be your pet."

Qiao Zhuo ignored it, he walked up and squatted in front of the little boy.

The little boy shrunk his head hard and huddled together in the corner of the street, skinny and pitiful.

Qiao Zhuo asked: "Hey, do you have a father?"

The little boy didn't speak, just kept shaking.

Qiao Zhuo asked again: "Do you have a mother?"

silence.

Qiao Zhuo squatted on the ground with his knees hugged. For a while, he didn't know what to say, and then he had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Do you have Thomas?"

The boy had never encountered such a situation before, so he could only dodge harder and harder, trying to drive away the noble young master in front of him with this negative attitude.

Thomas said lightly: "Young master, he doesn't seem to want to go with us."

Qiao Zhuo didn't understand what Thomas said before, but he knew what it meant to not want to.

Qiao Zhuo never forced others to be difficult, since the little boy didn't want to, he didn't raise him.

But just as Qiao Zhuo reached out to hold Thomas' fingertips, another boy rushed out of the dark alley!

Thomas immediately picked up Qiao Zhuo, firmly holding him in his arms.

Thomas turned sideways to block the person, and asked softly, "Master, are you scared?"

Qiao Zhuo blinked, and looked tentatively with a pair of round eyes from behind Thomas' tall shoulders.

I saw that the poor little boy curled up on the ground just now had gone to nowhere, and was replaced by a boy with shining eyes.

He is also very thin, but there is always something different from the person just now.

"Master, I can cook and clean the door of the room. You can support me!"

Qiao Zhuo didn't speak.

The boy's courage just now faded in the silence, and turned into embarrassment and shyness.

Thomas was considerate and reminded aloud: "Young master, do you want to keep him?"

Thomas traveled to many places in his early years, and he knew that the little boy in front of him must be in a bad situation, and he might not even have enough to eat.

But Thomas is not a person full of sympathy, he just passed a small step for this strange boy within the scope of his duties.

Qiao Zhuo's leather shoes stepped on Thomas' chest, even cleaner than the boy's face.

Qiao Zhuo raised his face and asked: "He is different from the one just now, I don't want it."

The boy's shoulders suddenly lost strength.

Thomas didn't ask why when he heard the words, just walked straight to the car with Qiao Zhuo in his arms.

Qiao Zhuo hugged Thomas' neck and quietly looked at the boy in the distance.

Suddenly, the young master said: "Thomas, although I don't like him, someone will like him."

"Help him find a home."