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Otherwise, it is easy to have a heart attack and death due to poor breathing.

They are not worried about Changsheng's body, but they are afraid that Changsheng's death will affect them.

So when they are in a bad mood, they can only vent on other people.

For them, the children in the orphanage are just their punching bag and a tool for them to vent their emotions. Anyway, they don't dare to complain, and no relatives will decide for them.

At this time, in the small dark room, there was a tall and thin figure.

Because it was too dark, I couldn't see the man's face clearly, only a silhouette of his body could be seen. With his back to the door, the boy was hitting the wall with his forehead, again and again, as if he didn't know the pain.

"Brother Qinglang, I'm just laughing." The child's soft voice came from outside, and the boy's impact stopped.

After that, the voices of Changsheng and Xixi also came from outside.

The boy stopped hitting, and in the dark he turned around and came to the iron door, his head lowered, but his eyes did not fall on the door.

After a while, his lips moved, and a few hoarse words came out of his voice: "Xiaoxiao, you?"

Are you smiling?

Outside the door, Xiaoxiao was lying on the iron gate. Although the young man's voice was a little low, he heard it, and he hurriedly said: "Brother Qinglang, it's me, I'm Xiaoxiao."

"Smile, smile..." In the small dark room, the boy murmured in response.

Teenagers have the best relationship with Xiaoxiao.

In the Xingxing Orphanage, Xiaoxiao is a pistachio, cheerful, likes to laugh, and smiles sweetly, just like his name.

Autistic teenagers also responded the most to smiles.

"Brother Qinglang, are you hungry?" Xiaoxiao asked several times.

A boy's voice came from the door.

"Hungry, I."

I'm hungry.

"Brother Qinglang, wait a minute, I'll give you something to eat with a smile."

The door of the little black house can't be opened.

Food can only be thrown in through the palm-sized windows.

But the window was over a meter high, and even the oldest Changsheng couldn't reach it.

However, laughing at them has countermeasures.

Come to the small black house to deliver food, they already have experience.

Xiaoxiao Da Da Da was struggling to drag the chair.

Of the two, the eldest, Changsheng, could not do the heavy work of moving chairs because of his health, and Xixi couldn't do it even more in a wheelchair, so he could only be a five-year-old with a smile.

The wooden chair was still heavy for the five-year-old Xiaoxiao, and it took him a long time to drag the chair over.

However, Xiaoxiao did not have any complaints.

Smile, has always been a helpful child.

"Huh, it's here." Xiaoxiao finally dragged the chair to the iron gate and exhaled a long breath.

"Brother Changsheng, it's your turn."

"it is good. "

Even with a chair, Xiaoxiao's height still can't reach the small window, but longevity is possible.

Changsheng carried the bag containing the steamed buns and rice, tied them tightly, moved his small hand to the window, and stuffed them inside.

The steamed bun passed through the window and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Brother Qinglang, have you seen Fanfan?" asked with a smile.

In the small dark room, the young man was stunned for a while, then looked down, squatted down and groped, and quickly got the bag containing the food.

The sound of laughter came from outside again.

"Brother Qinglang, have you got it?"

The boy blinked and said, "Get it, me."

I got it.

The Xiaoxiao who received the response smiled happily: "Brother Qinglang, I'll see you later."