Chapter 117 The Research Maniac Who Lost His Child (3) (1/2)

Wang Xuan was in a good mood today. Monday was the first day of school for students, so he had money in his hands. In addition, the weather was cold and he wanted to eat something hot. His products were selling very well. It was not even twelve o'clock yet, and most of the materials he had prepared had been sold.

He smiled rarely and pushed the cart back.

It was March now. There was still some warm sunshine during the day, but it was extremely cold at night. The cold wind blew in gusts. Even if Wang Xuan wore gloves, his fingers were cold because he had to push the cold body of the cart.

But this did not affect his good mood. There were not many people on the street at night. He was not afraid as a young man. He pushed the cart back in a familiar way.

The place where Wang Xuan rented a house was a very shabby small building. It was said that this was originally a factory dormitory. Later, the factory closed down and the boss ran away. The guard who was originally watching the factory took it for himself.

This place is shabby, but the house is solidly built. The guard has become the landlord, but he doesn't have a real estate certificate. In order to make both parties feel at ease, he collects rent once a month, once a day, or once a week. For Wang Xuan, who didn't have much money at the beginning, this is a very good place.

As the economy gradually shifted to the city, the place where he rented the house became more and more desolate. For many people, they rented a house to live in order to work. It was very inconvenient to work so far away. Therefore, since the beginning of this year, some people have started to move out one after another, and only Wang Xuan still occupies his first floor.

He has always had his own plan. Although this place is remote and it takes three hours to go to the city when setting up a stall, the key is still cheap.

Cheap, and the place is large enough to make room for him to use his car to make money.

The most important thing is that living in the city means starting a new network of contacts. Wang Xuan used the first money he saved to learn sign language, but just because he knows sign language doesn't mean others can. No one has the patience to know what a mute is saying. If you run into a neighbor who is difficult to get along with, you will waste a lot of unnecessary time.

It's different here. The neighbors are all people who are struggling to make a living. Wang Xuan has lived here for a long time and is familiar with them, although occasionally there will be a few neighbors who make him feel irritated, such as the neighbor who lives on the first floor like him.

He was a wandering singer who played and sang with his broken guitar every day, regardless of the time of day. Maybe this talent is enough for him to earn enough money to eat outside, but for Wang Xuan, who doesn't appreciate music at all, this is a nuisance.

But no matter how many times he complained, this person was shameless. He promised in person not to sing during the night break, but he still sang the next time. And their landlord, whose eyes lit up when he saw money, could only be vague, fearing that he would not adjust well and one of the few tenants would leave again.

Wang Xuan would not leave. According to his calculations, this was the most cost-effective option. Even if he had to spend three more hours on the road every day, it didn't matter. He could still do business along the way.

He was rich. This money might be a little less than the savings of working people, but it was still a lot for him. Setting up a small stall was not as unprofitable as others thought. As long as he was willing to work hard and run around the gates of various schools, he could always make enough money to live.

As long as he saved this money, it would be enough for Wang Xuan's living expenses for at least two years. This was why he could refuse the police's request to take him to find his biological parents.

He has the confidence. He can make money by himself. Even if it is a bit hard, he can live by his own ability. Wang Xuan doesn't really count on the parents mentioned by the police.

Just as Lin Shiheng guessed, although these children, who are mostly disabled, scattered and lived separately after the organization was disbanded, they were connected as long as they were in the same city because of their childhood experiences.

Wang Xuan witnessed with his own eyes that a child who was two years younger than him and had one arm cut off was found by his parents. After the couple arrived, they first hugged the child and cried bitterly. After crying, their expressions became embarrassed.

During the period when the child was missing, they searched for a while very sadly. Relatives advised them that they should find the child, but also have another one. If the child could not be found, they would be old in the future, how to support their old age.

So, this skinny child with a broken arm faced a family of three, and he could not integrate into it because he had been absent for a long time.

If he was healthy, it would be better, but he was a disabled person, a disabled teenager, which meant that his parents had to bear all his expenses.

He no longer has to worry about how to survive, but what replaces it is the irreplaceable love for his younger brother in his parents' hearts, and the painful feeling that he has become a burden to the family.

If Wang Xuan was a person who couldn't make money, he would definitely follow the police when he heard that his biological parents were looking for him. He couldn't survive, so why would he care about this mess?

But he was making money and he had saved a sum of money. Wang Xuan also had a complete plan for the future, and his parents never appeared in these plans.

It's not the time for him to sleep in a damp and smelly quilt at the age of six or seven, fantasizing that his parents will come to pick him up like a hero. He has the ability to live on his own, so there is no need to see that couple again.

When they meet, seeing his appearance, dumb, dark and thin, with calloused hands, and fighting, I'm afraid the tears on his face will soon turn into the same embarrassment as the last time with his parents, and in the end, the joy of reunion will be overwhelmed by the irritability of how to place him.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan frowned and showed a stubborn look on his face.

So be it, just know each other.

He is no different from an orphan now, so there is no need to make trouble for himself.

It was almost one o'clock when he went back. When he saw the shabby little building in front of him standing and waiting for him to come back as before, Wang Xuan's tired look relaxed slightly, and he pushed the cart forward faster.

After returning, he would clean the car first, then boil some water and give himself a bath. Perhaps because he had always slept in a sloppy environment when he was young, Wang Xuan paid great attention to personal hygiene. No matter how tired he was every day, he would never sleep with oil smoke all over his body. The shabby and dark little house was messy but not dirty, and he had tidied it up very well.

Thinking about the 1234 things he had to do after returning, Wang Xuan finally arrived at the door. Unlike what he imagined, everyone was asleep. At the door of the first floor, several people were busy unloading things from the car. The fat and stingy landlord rarely turned on all the headlights in front of the door. His fat face squeezed out a smile attentively, and he was happily moving things from the car to the next door.

What's going on?

Wang Xuan frowned, parked his car, and stepped forward to gesture.

He had lived here for quite a while, and the landlord could roughly understand what he meant. When he saw him coming, he smiled even more: "Ah Xuan, Chao Hong has moved out, and a new tenant has come. They are moving in. Please accommodate them, and they will be moving soon."

Chao Hong was the original tenant who liked to howl in the middle of the night. He always dreamed of becoming a star with his voice, and for this reason he changed his name to Chao Hong.

Wang Xuan was very happy that he could move out, but the new tenant always made him feel uneasy.

He looked up and down at the car parked at the door. It was very big and majestic. The people moving things up and down were wearing work clothes of the moving company. The boxes in their hands were sealed very well, and it was hard to see what was inside.

It was clear without any analysis how the new tenant was out of tune with this dilapidated building.

Because of his childhood experience, Wang Xuan was always very vigilant. There must be something wrong when things were abnormal. He was very worried about the impact of the new tenant on him.

Just as he was about to ask the landlord about the new tenant, a man walked out of the next door. He looked to be in his early thirties, very young and elegant, with a unique temperament of an intellectual. The clothes he wore were exquisite and fit, forming a sharp contrast with the shabby house behind him.

Wang Xuan had seen similar people before. Although they just passed by in a hurry on the street, they would be reserved and avoid physical contact with him without leaving a trace. There was no negative emotion such as contempt in their eyes, only indifference.

He and this kind of people are from two different worlds. Wang Xuan knew it well. Even if they would not show any disdain, they would definitely not be willing to deal with him. This is not contempt, but a different world.

Wang Xuan, who had this idea, almost didn't react when he saw the man opposite, who had written "I am many times richer than you" from beginning to end, extending his hand to him in a friendly and natural way and introducing himself.

"Hello, my name is Lin Shiheng. My wife and I will live here for a while. You are our neighbor, right? I hope you can take care of us in the future."

A kind smile, an equal attitude, and the hand that was stretched out to shake hands with him.

Wang Xuan had never been shaken by anyone's hand. The people he met were those who did not need etiquette, and those who knew etiquette had never met him before. Therefore, when he saw the white palm that even wore a valuable watch falling in front of him, he was stunned for several seconds, and then hurriedly took his hand out of the thick gloves and shook hands with that hand.

His hands were clean. Because he had to wear gloves, Wang Xuan washed his hands. Therefore, although he was in a hurry, he did not look inferior.

There was nothing to be inferior about. He would treat others the way others treated him.

After the two sides shook hands in a friendly manner, Wang Xuan subconsciously made a gesture, then remembered that the highly educated man in front of him probably didn't know sign language, so he took out a pen and paper, first frankly explained that he was a mute, and then briefly wrote a self-introduction on it.

While he was writing, the man who had been standing quietly did not show any curious or inquiring look, which made Wang Xuan feel a little relaxed, and the speed of writing was no longer so hurried.

He could write. The organizer who gave him his surname liked these children very much. Even if they were disabled, he would teach them to read and write when he came back from begging. Some children were tired and didn't want to waste time learning, but Wang Xuan was very obedient. He learned whatever he taught.

It's not that he knew to read and write at a young age, but he just wanted to get a compliment after learning.

When the organization was disbanded and Wang Xuan began to contact the outside world, he realized how important it was to know words. Therefore, after he found a place to live and made money, the first thing he did was to buy himself a dictionary. Every day before going to bed, he had to hold the dictionary and look through it for a while before falling asleep.

Of course, his handwriting was a little ugly, but it was not missing any limbs. When he finished writing and put it in front of Lin Shiheng, he smiled and nodded naturally.

"I heard the landlord call you A Xuan, so I will call you A Xuan from now on."

He didn't ask any questions like why he had to live here by himself at such a young age. His attitude was natural, as if Wang Xuan was not a mute, but was talking to him with his mouth.

Wang Xuan inevitably developed a little affection for this man, and the thought "this is a good neighbor" came to his mind. No matter what the situation, people who respect others are always more likable.

He wanted to ask why someone like Mr. Lin, who looked like he had no shortage of money, would move here to live, but it was a bit rude to ask these questions on their first meeting. The other party respected him, and he should also respect the other party.

Therefore, after a brief introduction, he said goodbye and turned to push his cart into the door.

He didn't know that when he pushed the cart into the door skillfully, a pair of tearful eyes were greedily and distressedly watching his every move by the door next door.

Lin Shiheng watched Wang Xuan enter the door, and nodded politely to himself when closing the door. He also smiled and nodded, watching the door slowly close, and then turned back to the next door they had just rented.

It was a room as shabby as Wang Xuan's, because the previous owner Chaohong was not only a guitarist but also a drunkard. The house was full of alcohol, and the floor was full of household garbage that he had not been able to clean up in time because he moved out in a hurry.

The hostess Zhou Chuchu was cleaning, and when she heard the landlord call out that name, her tears fell. If Lin Shiheng hadn't stopped her, I'm afraid this mother who had been looking for her child for ten years would have rushed out.

When Lin Shiheng came back, Zhou Chuchu was still holding a broom in her hand, and her eyes were still staring at the door next door.

He sighed and held her in his arms.

"You are still emotionally unstable. Going out now will scare him."

Zhou Chuchu leaned her head weakly on her husband's shoulder and said sadly with a crying voice: "He is still so young..."

"I just met him and he is a very sensible child. Maybe he can't accept us because he feels it is too sudden."

Lin Shiheng reached out and patted his wife's arm to comfort her. "We haven't seen each other for ten years. It is normal for him not to believe us. We should get along with him well during this period. When he finds out that we love him, he will definitely be willing to go home with us."

Zhou Chuchu nodded with tears in her eyes, looking at the door next door without blinking, "Well, let's take it slowly."

The new neighbors moving in is indeed a very pleasant thing.

They will not go crazy and make a lot of noise at night like Chaohong, and always wake up Wang Xuan who is tired all day and finally sleeps.

They will not open the door and quarrel with him angrily in the morning when he pushes the cart out because of the ding-dong sound of the cart.

The new neighbors' daily routine is exactly the same as Wang Xuan's, which is simply perfect.

Moreover, they were indeed very cultured and friendly to the people around them. They were a very elegant couple. The husband worked in a research institute and was on vacation, while the wife was a painter and freelance designer. After a long time of contact, Wang Xuan also knew why they moved here.

It was said that the wife came to their shabby little place with her husband for inspiration for painting.

Wang Xuan accepted this reason well. He had heard that artists always have a different perspective from others. What's more, Mrs. Lin did stand in front of this small shabby building with a drawing board every morning, writing and drawing on it.

Almost every day when Wang Xuan went out, he would meet the elegant and kind Mrs. Lin. She would smile at him, like an elder, and tell him to be careful on the road, and ask him if he had eaten breakfast. After learning that Wang Xuan had not eaten, she would shake her head with disapproval on her face, and said softly and gently that not eating breakfast was bad for the stomach.

Wang Xuan never doubted why Mrs. Lin cared about him so much, because her attitude was always gentle, which might be a person's character, just like Mr. Lin who went out for a morning run every morning.

He is a gentleman, which is reflected in the fact that when he was jogging in the morning, he saw the grandmother on the fifth floor who had nowhere to go and had to rent a small house to collect garbage because she was driven out by her son and came down to fetch water, he would take the initiative to help fetch water. It was also reflected in the fact that when the child on the third floor who followed his father to the city was locked at home and cried, he would fold a few grasses on the ground, and then use his slender white hands to quickly fold a decent cricket, and then pass the cricket through the crack of the door, so that the child would not cry.

Because of these foundations, when Mr. Lin, who was jogging in the morning, appeared on the uphill slope that Wang Xuan had to experience every day, and kindly helped him who was struggling to push the cart up, Wang Xuan was grateful, but did not doubt anything.

In his opinion, this couple is like the prince and princess in a fairy tale. They are friendly, helpful, and always treat the people around them with the greatest kindness, which naturally includes him.

Because Mr. Lin's morning jogging route is exactly the same as his route to the city, the two would chat on the way, and Mr. Lin would tell him some interesting things about doing experiments, such as students competing, a bottle of chemicals was placed there, and a small note was posted on it, saying it was poisonous, be careful to touch.

Then, a student opened the bottle so carelessly and licked it.

Wang Xuan was rarely surprised and widened his eyes, gesturing and asking the student if he wanted to z-i'sa?

His appearance made Mr. Lin laugh, "Of course not, silly boy."

Mr. Lin naturally reached out and touched his head, and said with a smile: "That student is a thief. The organizers of this kind of competition will definitely not dare to take it seriously, otherwise someone will die, and they will be unlucky."

This natural action made Wang Xuan stunned. He had never been touched on the head by anyone before. Even the organizer surnamed Wang was not interested in the heads of these little guys who basically didn't wash their hair.

Mr. Lin's natural and unrestrained elder appearance, and Mrs. Lin's gentle and always smiling daily life made Wang Xuan, who had never felt much warmth, feel different.

He had a home-cooked meal for the first time. Mrs. Lin cooked porridge for two people in the morning. Mr. Lin had no appetite and went out for a morning run early in the morning, so she knocked on the neighbor's door and invited him to help with the meal.

There were not many dishes, but they were all delicious. Even the bowl of porridge tasted just right. Mrs. Lin sat opposite him, smiled and stretched out her chopsticks to pick up dishes for him, and kept telling him to eat more. Children need to eat well to grow up.

Wang Xuan was able to visit the Lin family because of this opportunity. He had been to Chaohong's territory before. At that time, there were beer bottles all over the floor, the bed was also messy, and the air was filled with a foul smell of various smells.

He only came once and never came again. At that time, he was still wondering how Chaohong could endure in such an environment.

However, the same house was completely different when it came to Mr. and Mrs. Lin. The uneven floor was cleaned up and the bed was neatly made. Perhaps because the wardrobe was too worn out, they put the folded clothes in a box. There were also some paintings hanging on the wall, all of which were paintings of this small dilapidated building.

After getting Mrs. Lin's permission, Wang Xuan walked closer to admire the painting. Perhaps in the eyes of an artist, all things are beautiful. At least in this painting, this ugly and dilapidated building that was disliked by many people has a sense of beauty, as if it was not because of various destructions that it became like this, but was deliberately built into this appearance.

The figure pushing the cart in front of the building also attracted Wang Xuan's attention. He turned back to look at Mrs. Lin in surprise, pointed at the painting, and then pointed at himself, meaning: Is this me?

Mrs. Lin kept smiling at him while he was looking at the paintings. Seeing him ask, she nodded, "Every time I paint, it happens that you come out, so I paint you in too. If Ah Xuan minds, I won't paint anymore in the future."

Wang Xuan shook his head quickly to show that he didn't mind. He turned around with some curiosity and continued to look at himself in the painting on the wall.

As far as he could remember, he had only taken a photo once, when he applied for his ID card. As we all know, such photos can be extremely ugly. Wang Xuan had never experienced a serious photo.

And now, in such a painting, his appearance, his movements, and his clothes were all preserved in this form. Wang Xuan didn't understand painting, but he could see that Mrs. Lin painted him very carefully.

Every morning when he pushed the cart, he was always very tired, and the man in the painting had a face full of hope for the future. A ray of warm golden light reflected on him through the gate, making his face look like it was illuminated, which made people feel comfortable.

While he was looking at the painting, Zhou Chuchu always stood aside, looking at Wang Xuan gently. His slightly round eyes were looking at himself in the painting, full of love.

Yes, this child has loved painting since he was a child. At that time, when she was painting, he would quietly hold his little toys and sit aside. From time to time, he would look up at the drawing board with his round eyes. Sometimes when he saw the color he liked, he would clap excitedly.

Tears began to well up in her eyes again. Fortunately, the room was dim, and Zhou Chuchu wiped them hastily, so as not to attract the attention of Wang Xuan who was concentrating on looking at the paintings.

After wiping away her tears, her heart softened, and she said gently: "If you like the paintings, pick one and take it back later."

Wang Xuan heard this and turned around and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want it.

This painting is so good, it must be very expensive. He has received a lot of help from Mr. and Mrs. Lin, so how could he ask for their things again.

"It doesn't matter. This painting depicts you, which is also regarded as using your portrait rights. You can regard it as a reward. Besides, I paint every day, and I have a lot of such paintings."

Zhou Chuchu looked at her son with a gentle gaze. Seeing that Wang Xuan still wanted to refuse, she simply took the painting that Wang Xuan was looking at with fascination and put it in his hand.

"I'm very happy that you like this painting. It should go to someone who likes it."

This was the first time that Mrs. Lin was tough with him, and Wang Xuan was a little helpless holding the painting.

His rare weak look made Zhou Chuchu feel very soft-hearted. She hid the tears in her eyes and forced herself to smile.

"Ah Xuan, can you do me a favor?"

Wang Xuan nodded quickly without thinking.

"I am designing clothes for boys aged 15 or 16. I plan to sell them online after they are made, but I don't have a model. Can you be my model? It won't take much time. I'll just measure your size."

Wang Xuan still nodded. Mrs. Lin was so good to him, and he felt that he should repay her.

Zhou Chuchu took a ruler and quickly measured the size of each part of Wang Xuan's body. She was doing this, so she naturally knew the standard sizes for all ages. Wang Xuan's thin body almost made the mother unable to control the tears in her eyes.

So thin, how much suffering did this child have to endure.

Just after the measurement, Lin Shiheng pushed the door in. Seeing Wang Xuan, he didn't show any surprise, just smiled and nodded at him: "Ah Xuan is here."

Wang Xuan also smiled at him.

The harmonious coexistence during this period has allowed him to give the Lin family couple the most genuine smile.

Even though he knew that Mr. and Mrs. Lin were so gentle and considerate to everyone, Wang Xuan, who enjoyed this gentleness, was still grateful to them.

He naturally didn't know that Lin Shiheng's morning jogging route was exactly the same as his in order to help him. The "temporary request to help finish breakfast" on this day was also intentional by the couple. Even Zhou Chuchu painted in front of the small building every morning in order to see his son more.

In the following days, Wang Xuan always received invitations to have breakfast together because Mr. Lin didn't eat breakfast. He took the painting back and hung it on the wall. He looked at it every day before going to bed, and felt that even sleeping was much easier.

Mr. Lin was a more traditional person. He would buy newspapers every day to read, and would share with Wang Xuan what he saw in the newspaper when he met Wang Xuan during his morning jog every morning.

This made Wang Xuan's life, which used to be busy and tiring to make money day after day, more interesting. He began to stop studying hard with a dictionary and took the initiative to pay attention to some news from the outside world.

What made Wang Xuan happy the most was that Mrs. Lin was learning sign language because she was going to volunteer at a school for the deaf and dumb, and Mr. Lin, who had always had a good relationship with Mrs. Lin, also started learning with her under her influence. They would occasionally ask Wang Xuan for advice during the learning process, which made Wang Xuan, who always accepted their help but didn't know what to give back, very happy.

The happiest thing was that he would no longer be the only one who could speak sign language in this small building. Facing Mr. and Mrs. Lin, he could also communicate with them in sign language, and the loneliness that had always surrounded him gradually disappeared.

Mrs. Lin had a piano at home. Wang Xuan used to hate music, but after listening to Mrs. Lin playing the piano, he realized that he just hated bad music.

Because Wang Xuan went out early and came back late and didn't come back at noon, his contact with the Lin family was only a short period of time in the morning, but Mr. and Mrs. Lin could always make him happy in this short period of time.

It could be a grasshopper that Mr. Lin picked up during his morning run, or it could be Mrs. Lin complaining that her husband didn't eat breakfast again and inviting him to have dinner together.

Mr. Lin taught him to recite the periodic table, and Mrs. Lin taught him to play the piano. The couple were both gentle. Even if Wang Xuan was a little stupid and couldn't learn it at first, he could only recite it silently in his heart because he couldn't speak, or write it on paper. They were very patient and didn't get angry at all. When he learned a little, they would encourage and praise him, as if he had done something great.

Wang Xuan was in better spirits day by day, and this goodness was not only reflected in his physical health, but also because of his vigorous spirit. He used to be silent and boring when he went home at night, but now Wang Xuan can walk forward while reciting the piano music taught by Mrs. Lin, or recite the periodic table in his heart.

Even if he still can't speak, his heart is full of joy.

He didn't really like these things, but he liked the praise from Mr. and Mrs. Lin after he memorized them.

It wasn't because he wanted to be praised, but because it was the praise from Mr. and Mrs. Lin.

Wang Xuan began to get close to Mr. and Mrs. Lin uncontrollably. Even though he knew clearly that they were not from the same world, he still longed for their closeness.

He never said out loud what he had hidden in his heart because he felt ashamed and embarrassed. Mr. and Mrs. Lin were very much like the image of his parents that he often fantasized about when he was a child.

Honest, gentle, patient, and as if they knew everything, their eyes looking at him were always gentle, and they were always so reliable no matter what happened.

Wang Xuan began to dream, but unlike the nightmares he had in his childhood, he had a beautiful dream.

In the dream, he was the child of Mr. and Mrs. Lin, they liked him very much, and the family of three lived happily.

How happy he was in the dream, how lost he was when he woke up, the reality was in front of him, he was not the child of Mr. and Mrs. Lin, his parents were someone else, and they were still in the distant capital.

Wang Xuan could only pick up his dreams, stand in front of the half-broken mirror to look at himself, brush his teeth and wash his face, and go out to work.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin were just looking for inspiration. They would leave eventually, but before they left, he wanted to get along well with them.

Wang Xuan was preparing a farewell gift for Mr. and Mrs. Lin. He had always been very stingy with money. Because he had to make plans for the future, he wanted to spend every penny in half. He saved and guarded his money carefully like a miser. He was reluctant to spend money on himself, let alone on others.

But that was Mr. and Mrs. Lin.

Wang Xuan made a decision and began to choose a gift. On Sunday when students were on vacation and there was not much business, he did not push the cart out, but went to the mall.

Mr. Lin should be given a pen. Mr. Lin always suddenly remembered something while running, and then took out the pen and paper in his pocket to write it down. He once said that it was his job to write down the ideas of genius. Wang Xuan laughed for a long time at this humorous remark.

A scarf was given to Mrs. Lin. She was a little weak. Mr. Lin boiled Chinese medicine for his wife every day. It was still cold in the morning in March. Mrs. Lin had to paint, so she needed to keep warm.

Wang Xuan did not knit this scarf himself. He felt that it was too cheap to knit it himself. He carefully selected a scarf that was warm but not too warm to suffocate. Wang Xuan imagined the look of Mr. and Mrs. Lin happily accepting the gift, and walked back with the bag with a few smiles.

He recited the periodic table in his heart, and walked back easily with his hands tapping the rhythm as Mr. Lin taught.

But just when he arrived in front of the small building, his face suddenly turned pale.

A car was parked in front of the door on the first floor.

A familiar scene, just like the day when Mr. and Mrs. Lin arrived.

Are they leaving?

Wang Xuan had already talked about this day, but he never thought that this day would come so soon.

Originally, he thought he could easily send the two away and give them a gift with his heart, but until now, Wang Xuan was told by the strong reluctance and emptiness in his heart.

He couldn't bear to leave.

He couldn't bear to leave Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin.

He really wanted to be willful for once. He wanted to rush to the two and ask them if they could stay, even if it was just for a little longer, just a little longer.

But in the end, Wang Xuan still lowered his head dejectedly and lost, and walked forward with heavy steps, intending to give the farewell gift to Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin.

"Is it for me? Thank you, it's so warm!"

Mrs. Lin came out first. After receiving the gift, her beautiful and elegant face showed undisguised joy. She almost immediately put the scarf on her neck, full of joy.

Wang Xuan handed over another bag, using sign language to indicate that it was for Mr. Lin and a farewell gift for them.

"Farewell?"

Mrs. Lin showed confusion on her face, "We are not leaving."

No?

Wang Xuan's dim eyes gradually brightened up.

But what about that car?

The next second, a white-haired old lady walked out of the house and saw Wang Xuan. She smiled brightly on her wrinkled face. She walked up to Wang Xuan, hugged him, patted his back, and spoke with love and intimacy.

"This is Xuan Xuan, right? This child looks sensible!"