Ni Jiu - INTOXICATED (NOVEL)

Chapter 31

That night, Lian Jue didn’t sleep very well, and the dream seemed to return to that summer.

Lian Jue had just finished an inexplicable interview. After walking out of the cold and beautiful building, he got on the return bus with a few boys who participated in the interview together.

Children in the welfare home rarely have the opportunity to come to such a grand place, not to mention the exaggerated pomp that was only seen on TV during the interview just now.

Lian Jue felt a little motion sick. She had found a seat in the first row by the window, but she felt too noisy, so she got up and walked to the corner of the carriage.

The bus took the country road, which was very slow. It was already the next afternoon when he returned to the Wenyang City Child Welfare Center.

Wenyang was originally a rainy city, but now it’s summer, and there are hardly any sunny days.

He got off the bus and stepped into the mud puddle with one foot. He frowned at the pair of white-washed sneakers on his feet.

At that time, he was not even called Lian Jue, or even worthy of being called “Lian” Jue.

According to the dean, he was not two years old when he was thrown at the gate of the orphanage, and he couldn’t speak clearly, let alone his name, let alone his surname. The people in the hospital called him “Xiaojue”.

He is fifteen years old this year, and he is already very old in the orphanage, and he is also tall. Most of the clothes sent by the donors are for some younger children, so the clothes that fit his hand are not a big deal. More, and there is no room for nitpicking.

The shoes were sent by volunteers last spring, and the toe was a little squished, but it was the closest size he could wear.

When he returned to the dormitory and put down his clothes, someone came to call him, saying that the dean was looking for him.

“Little Jue.” The dean put the meal brought from the cafeteria on his desk and beckoned him to sit down, “Just come back, eat some food first.”

Lian Jue had been in the car for a day and a night, and actually didn’t have much appetite, but he thanked him anyway, and sat down to pick up his chopsticks.

The dean first asked “how is it over there”, and then asked him “who have I seen?” Lian Jue shook his head, unable to explain clearly.

The dean asked again, “Then how do they feel about you?”

Lian Jue recalled the expressions of the adults in the opposite row during the interview, and deduced, “It should be satisfied.”

The dean nodded thoughtfully and said he understood.

Later, the dean dragged him and rambled a lot, probably because when he first came, he couldn’t speak well, and he was so tall in a blink of an eye, and why he was so smart and healthy, why he was repeatedly retired for so many years.

Lian Jue said nothing, finished the meal, said goodbye to the dean, and left with the empty plate.

Rather than listening to the dean say this, he now wants to go back to sleep better.

He was so tired, and he ate a cold meal in a very uncomfortable situation, and now he felt sick.

Lian Jue was granted permission not to participate in the daily activities of the welfare home in the afternoon. He lay in bed and felt dizzy.

He recalled how the dean asked him about the interview just now, and the people who seemed to be very satisfied with him, and then his stomach tightened unbearably, and he lay on the edge of the bed and began to vomit.