Portable Space: Red Age of Rebirth

The place that carried all the childhood and youth in the previous life and was sealed in the deepest memory of Du Xuanjin gradually overlapped with the approaching orphanage in front of her.

The courtyard of the orphanage is very large, but there are only two rows of red-brick and blue-tiled houses built with government funding in the past few years. Although simple, they can provide shelter for the children in the orphanage, and they are the only harbor where they can dock.

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On the contrary, the walls of the orphanage are very high, which blocks the children in the orphanage from being curious about the world, and also provides a relatively calm sky for the children in the orphanage.

When the shuttle bus stopped at the entrance of the orphanage, Ya'er was still immersed in memories that had long since faded but were becoming clearer.

The large wooden sign with the words "Welfare Institute" written on it at the entrance of the hospital must have been repainted not long ago. The writing on the door is still very new, and the two iron gates were already rusty at this time.[

From nine to five every day, there are loving parents who ride their bicycles to and from school. When passing by on the opposite road, they must not know that the children in the orphanage next to the iron gate are hiding and peeking, with envy and longing in their eyes.

, and Du Xuanjin, who was young at that time, had the same look in her eyes. Read the full text of The Fourth Empire of China.

When Du Xuanjin was young and ignorant, she secretly imagined whether her father was as tall and majestic as the uncle in the morning, and whether her mother was as beautiful and gentle as the aunt who passed by just now.

Every evening, those pale and almost transparent little hands would hold tightly to the iron gate, staring at the aunt who passed by here every day. The aunt's voice was very gentle, and she would speak to the little boy she was holding.

Her smile was very warm. Du Xuanjin even imagined herself to be that naughty but happy little boy. This was the happiest fantasy of every child in the orphanage.

But that day, she heard her loving mother threaten the naughty little boy with a serious expression. If he didn't obey again, she would throw the little boy into the orphanage and never see his parents again. She was so frightened that the boy cried loudly.

The young mother with soft eyes must not know that a few steps away, the still ignorant girl across the wall was so frightened that her already pale face turned blue because of these words. Is it because she was disobedient and was punished by her parents?

Throw it here?

Until she gradually understood what the orphanage was, Du Xuanjin no longer hid away with the other children in the yard and secretly yearned for her own warmth.

More often than not, Du Xuanjin, who has learned that some warmth is hard to come by, sits quietly in the corner and flips through a few picture books that have turned yellow. Only when other children ask for delicious food from the nurse aunt

Du Xuanjin would silently go to the ginkgo tree to play on the swing when the time comes, because only then would the swing be empty.

The two swings, one tall and one short, under the two thick ginkgo trees in the front yard of the orphanage are the children's only toys. However, the children in the orphanage like to play there not only because the two swings are their only toys, but also because the two swings are their only toys.

It's because the swing set is right in front of the gate, making it easier for them to keep watch.

Children who grow up in orphanages have very poisonous eyes. If they see uncles and aunts coming to the orphanage in groups, the fastest child will run to inform other children, because it means that they may be able to eat that day.

You’ll find great stuff and even new clothes to wear!

If only a man and a woman come, their eyes will be as cautious as cubs, but in their hearts they will precociously comment on whether the visitor is neatly dressed and whether his words and deeds are as polite as the old dean said, they will be wary.

But they subconsciously show their best side. Because they know that someone coming means that one of them will have a warm little home with a pair of gentle and loving parents.

At that time, Du Xuanjin was no exception, and she fantasized more than once about whether the people coming to her would become her new parents.

However, when the old dean brought him to the visitor again and again, the little girl's delicate features and the agility in her eyes would often make the visitor's eyes brighten. But then, the visitor noticed the little girl's pale face.

The look on his face was different from that of ordinary people, with a regretful sigh and a reluctant shake of the head.

After many times, the young Du Xuanjin realized that she was different from others, and her heart gradually became calmer.

However, even though the ignorant and young hearts of the children who grew up in the welfare institutions have been bruised and ached by reality early on, they have never given up their desire for family warmth like moths throwing themselves into the fire.

Zhao Weihong didn't know that Du Xuanjin, who was pampered by her family and became a treasure, still had a soul that longed for warmth in her memory, "Xuanjin, are you okay? Why are you so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"

After getting out of the car, Zhao Weihong realized that the previously delicate and agile face seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom. Even the skin that was once as thin as gelatin seemed to have lost its color and looked extremely pale in the sun.

"I'm fine, Sister Wei Hong!" Wei Hong raised her hand to block the dazzling autumn sun. Ya'er had also come out of her past memories and smiled forcefully at Zhao Wei Hong, "Don't worry, I might be a little carsick!"

Oh! Zhao Weihong was doubtful. He had never seen Xuanjin get car sick before! However, Zhao Weihong didn't ask any more questions. He just subconsciously held Ya'er's small hand that she had teased many times for being slippery. She only felt cold and slightly...

Trendy.

As soon as the group got off the bus, the iron gate was already wide open.[

The old dean's face that was sealed in Ya'er's memory was particularly vivid at this moment, "Welcome, comrades, welcome to bring your game limit! I want to thank you all on behalf of the children in the orphanage!" The gray-haired old dean said

Say with gratitude.

"Dean Sun, this is what we should do!" Another team leader besides Zhang Zeyuan hurriedly stepped forward and held the hand of Dean Sun, who was nearly 60 years old. "Actually, it is us who should thank Dean Sun on behalf of those children.

This love supports this orphanage and gives the children a place to stay!..."

The others had obviously done enough homework before coming. They knew that the old man regarded charity as his lifelong career, and they all looked at the old dean with respect.

Zhao Weihong, on the other hand, focused most of his attention on Ya'er. Seeing Ya'er's expression becoming more and more dazed, he didn't want to ask more questions, so he quietly chatted with Ya'er, "Xuanjin, did you know that Director Wang is in charge of pediatrics at the hospital?

Yes, and every year from the affiliated hospitals, many newborns or sick children who have been abandoned by their parents are sent to this welfare home! Therefore, Director Wang brings people here every year for free clinics!"

Ya'er just smiled and said nothing. She had lived here for more than ten years. When she was in the car, she vaguely recognized Uncle Wang, who had made her drink many bitter and bitter medicinal soups in her previous life. She remembered

At that time, every time I saw Director Wang, I would hide in fear.

This place carries so many memories of Du Xuanjin in the previous life. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, for a moment he didn't know whether the alienated and independent Du Xuanjin in the previous life was just a dream, or whether the warmth and happiness in this life were all in a dream.

Moreover, because of her subconscious resistance, Ya'er never thought about whether there was another Du Xuanjin in this orphanage at this time.

Director Wang is a practical person. He had just exchanged a few words with the old dean when he saw the rows of little heads hiding behind him and said quickly, "By the way, dean Sun, this time we will give it back to the children."

I brought some fruits and moon cakes, as well as children's clothing specially sponsored by a clothing factory, and they are all in the car! We will take them down in a while so that the children can celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival happily!"

The old dean's eyes lit up. He was worried about how to face the children's expectant expressions. "I won't say much else, let everyone worry about it!" The old dean has always retained the elegance and elegance of a scholar in his heart.

He is noble, grateful, and accepts the good intentions of others without being humble or arrogant.

On the contrary, the deputy dean who had been following the old dean, who was more graceful and skillful than the old dean, shouted behind him, "Children, come here and thank the kind uncles!"

Wow, in a few seconds, thirty or forty people of all sizes ran out of the room that was used as a small classroom. Some of their faces were still stained with dust, and some had not had time to wipe their noses, but they were all scratched.

They stood neatly across from each other, their eyes sparkling, and the surprise inside was obvious.

The group of people were shocked by the pairs of eyes in front of them. They all said that children's eyes are the most innocent and can see through people's hearts. Being stared at by pairs of eyes full of longing, the group of people felt incredibly soft-hearted and didn't know what to say.

But Ya'er couldn't help but frown. The word gratitude is important, but the pity and sympathy on everyone's faces that are too late to take back is another kind of harm to sensitive children.

The smiles on the faces of the drooling children in the front row looked dull. The group of people were all doctors. It was not difficult to tell that those children must be mentally retarded. Some of them were still in their infancy and were older.

The children were taken out, and two of them obviously had excessive whites in their eyes and were dull, and one needed the help of two friends to walk.

Doctors have the heart of a parent. Even if doctors have long learned how to restrain their expressions, facing this group of innocent and innocent children who are destined not to be loved by God, sadness, pity, and sympathy cannot be concealed. These expressions are difficult for those who no longer love them.

Children who are ignorant and forced to grow up early are so cruel.

It was not difficult for Ya'er to even notice that the faces of the children at the back who were about ten years old also had the surprise of receiving the gifts, but when faced with everyone's looks, they were more embarrassed and embarrassed. The eyes of pity and sympathy, once

A reminder that they are different.

Children who grow up in welfare institutions know how to be grateful and appreciate every kindness, but they do not need pity or charity.

In Ya'er's trance, the gifts in the car had been moved, there was also a small box of some standing medicines given to the welfare home, and some simple medical equipment had been installed.

Zhao Weihong had already sat behind the small square table that the children had temporarily used as a diagnosis and treatment table. He had taken out his case book and was preparing to be a nurse to take notes. However, he found that the little doctor on his side was still in a trance, "Xuan Jin, Xuan Jin

, Hurry up, Professor Zhang said that your pulse diagnosis is accurate, let our group diagnose the pulse of the youngest child first. Don’t worry, Professor Zhang also said that there will be a follow-up examination in rotation in a while, let us not

There’s pressure!”

"Oh!" Ya'er was dazzled by the hand in front of her, and finally came back to her senses from Zhuang Sheng's philosophy of Mengdie.

The surrounding environment is not unfamiliar to Ya'er. The only large room with a few dozen square meters of wooden floor is empty. Children usually like to sit in it and listen to the old dean telling stories. The little wooden horses and horses are old but still intact.

The damaged toy cars were still neatly placed in the cardboard box. These were toys owned by dozens of children!

On the old bookshelf in the corner are still the dozen or so picture albums that Du Xuanjin in her previous life had turned over several times. Even this small square table with three legs is still engraved with the name of Liu Xiaojun, the most naughty person in the orphanage.[

During the day, the four nursing aunts are very busy, busy cleaning, washing the children's clothes, patching, and helping Uncle Wang in the cafeteria to cook for dozens of children. During the day, in addition to those who are old enough to go to school,

The older children and other children were crowded in this room, listening to the old dean telling stories and learning from the old dean how to take care of younger children.

Everything felt so familiar, as familiar as returning home again. Ya'er opened the medical box, put the pulse pillow on the table, and prepared to treat the first child who was brought over by the nurse Aunt Liu. However, she didn't expect that just now, the nurse Aunt Liu

The little girl who was looking at her curiously in her hands burst into sobs as soon as she came to the two of them. Zhao Weihong was so frightened that she scratched her head and scratched her head, not knowing how to comfort her.

"Oh, little sister, don't cry, don't cry! Auntie is not a bad person who gives injections and medicines to children, let's let this beautiful auntie touch them! No injections, no painful medicines!..." coax

The child, Zhao Weihong, was not good at it, and he was so anxious that he almost shed tears.

The four-year-old girl originally had a dark face and a pair of dark, lively eyes, but now she was crying with tears in her eyes, and even the tip of her nose was rubbed red by her little hands. The nurse aunt couldn't find the handkerchief for a while, and her little face

His nose was covered with snot.

"Hey, Xiaochen is very courageous, and he doesn't like to cry much at ordinary times!" the nurse aunt explained, fearing that the two young doctors would be impatient.

Huh? Zhao Weihong was even more worried. If he had any questions, he asked Xuan Jin, "Xuan Jin," you have many younger brothers, come and coax them! He didn't say the last sentence, and his hands swished to Ya'er's face, "It turns out that little kid

I’m all scared to tears by you! Why are you keeping a straight face? Why don’t you just smile!"

This was the first time that Zhao Weihong saw Ya'er with a straight face. While trying to put a smile on Ya'er's face, she said reluctantly, "Damn it, haven't you been sick to so many bosses, how can you still be nervous!

Don’t worry, Professor Zhang has already said that if we don’t have more people, we will have to take turns for follow-up visits!”

Ya'er was being ravaged by Zhao Weihong. The little girl opposite saw that the pretty sister's face was so stern that her cheeks were as red as a little monkey's ass, as the old dean often said when telling stories. Her child's face was as bright as June.

, the little girl laughed when she was joking.

Hearing the little girl's laughter, which was as clear as a silver bell even though she was out of breath, Zhao Weihong's shoulders relaxed. It was finally done! However, Xuanjin wouldn't ask him to settle old scores for a while, and he felt slippery without exerting much effort.

It's so easy to touch, why does it turn red when pinched?

Ya'er actually smiled, but she felt that she was too cautious in front of the children!

Ya'er's heart knot was slightly relieved, and the next consultation went smoothly. However, the pediatric alchemy, called Mute Department, could not speak, but the pulse could be felt, but the behavior and color were the basis. After Ya'er finished the consultation,

It was almost noon for the little patient.

The previous pulse records had already been taken away by others for re-examination. After all, although everyone knew from Zhang Zeyuan that the little girl was an entry-level disciple of those leading Chinese medicine doctors, pediatrics is known as the first of the four diagnostics, of course.

It is the most difficult and the most test of a doctor's medical skills. Most people do not have as much confidence in Ya'er as Zhang Zeyuan, who is the first teacher and godfather.

What's more, there are many children who are already suffering from diseases and are sent to orphanages! Moreover, the orphanages are short of funds and manpower, and sometimes the caregivers are dedicated. Although these children are not abused, they are taken good care of.

It’s difficult to force others to do so, and my physical condition is not ideal!

The author has something to say: I didn’t say anything anymore and gained several pounds!