"Father, you always said that your greatest wish in this life is that you all will be well and be together forever, like a family."

"I didn't have this ability before, but now I have it. I hope the orphanage will open again and it will be better than before, I promise." Zhang Shang, a great federal philanthropist, looked at the black and white photos in front of him, his eyes full of joy.

remember.

He still remembered that the winter of that year was so cold, and he was so hungry when he was wandering around. When he saw the old man sweeping the snow at the door of Xingfu Orphanage, he didn't have much hope in his heart, even though he had been driven away.

He had done this many times, but he was almost going crazy from hunger, so he still went forward to ask.

"Grandpa, can you give yourself some leftovers? Anything that can fill your stomach is fine, thank you." The young Zhang Shang looked at the old man longingly.

"Are you an orphan?" The old man frowned as he looked at the little boy whose hands and feet were chapped from the cold. It looked like this little boy was about ten years old.

"Yes." Zhang Shang nodded.

"Why don't you go to the federal government? They should give you some food." The old man asked curiously.

The hope in Zhang Shang's eyes dimmed, and he was about to turn around and leave. He didn't want to go to jail. In order to survive, he had stolen things many times when he was young, and he had already been detained in the police station several times, even though he was just a petty thief.

, but if it happens too many times, you will still be sentenced.

Zhang Shang still remembered the uniformed man from the police station whom he met last time, and warned him sternly that if he dared to steal anything again, he would be thrown into prison by them, and he would never be able to escape again in his life.

Unfortunately, he stole something again last time. He didn't know if the person reported the crime. He didn't want to gamble, and he didn't want to go into a dark and dank prison.

"Come in, kid, there's some food left tonight, I'll heat it up for you." Just when Zhang Shang was about to turn around and leave, the gentle voice of the old man came from above his head. Zhang Shang looked up in surprise.

The old man looked at him gently, his wise eyes seeming to have seen through everything.

"If you have no place to go, just stay. The Happy Orphanage is your home. Among this group of orphans, you should be the oldest. From now on, you will be their eldest brother. As the eldest brother, you must take good care of the little ones.

Oh." In the heavy snow, inside the slowly closing door, the old man held the hand of the little guy next to him and walked in the direction of "home". The old man's gentle voice could be vaguely heard, and the two figures walked farther and farther away.

"Father, when I left the Happy Orphanage, I once swore to you that I would stand out in this life."

"Now, I finally did it. I am now the head of the Hope Chamber of Commerce. I have hundreds of thousands of people under my command. I have the ability to take good care of you and my brothers and sisters. But why, when I come back,

It has become like this." Zhang Shang's resolute face was full of tears, and he touched the white temples of the old man in the black and white photo with one hand, and the old man's voice and smile seemed to still appear in front of his eyes.

"Although the people who harmed you have been punished, I know your wish. I will continue to open this happy orphanage and fulfill your last wish."

"By the way, father, don't worry, I will find the younger brothers and sisters who are still underage after the closure of Xingfu Orphanage one by one, and cultivate them to become talents."

"Father, for so many years, I haven't come back to see you even once. My child is unfilial." Zhang Shang looked at the smile on the old man's photo, suddenly knelt down on his knees, and cried uncontrollably.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I hadn't been so competitive, if I hadn't had to go out and try my best, if I had listened to you and stayed with you and guarded my brothers and sisters, everything would not be the same now.

This is it." Two lines of hot tears flowed from Zhang Shang's eyes.

"Father, I regret so much. I miss you so much. It's all my fault. You must be very disappointed in me." Zhang Shang knocked his head deeply to the ground and choked.

"How could I be disappointed in you, Shang'er, you have always been my proudest child." The old man's familiar voice came from behind him. Zhang Shang turned around suddenly and saw an old man wearing a black long-sleeved shirt smiling gently.

Looking at himself, the style of this dress seems a little inappropriate for the old man's age.

"Why don't you give it back? This is the first gift you gave me, Shang'er. I like it very much. Why doesn't it match? This dress suits me very well." Looking at the old man, Zhang Shang shed tears.

Zhang Shang seemed to recall that day, when he made money working outside for the first time and wanted to buy a gift for the old man. Because he had never bought a gift before, he finally chose this black long-sleeved shirt as a gift for the old man.

, although the size of the clothes was just right, the effect of the clothes on the back obviously did not match the old man's age and temperament. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to ask the old man to change it, and took it to the store to return it, but the old man had a tigerish face.

, no matter what, he refused, as if he was a child about to be robbed of his favorite toy. Since that day, the old man has been wearing this dress almost every day.

In the words of the old man, this is the most beautiful dress he has ever worn in his life, because it is the first gift his eldest son gave him.

"Father." Zhang Shang knelt down in front of the old man, hugged the old man's legs, and cried bitterly.

"Don't cry, don't cry. You are a role model for your younger brothers and sisters. You can't cry in front of your younger brothers and sisters. Shang'er, as the eldest, you have to be strong." The old man stroked the head of the child at his feet and said warmly.

"Shang'er, you have always been my proudest child, and Le'er is the child I feel most guilty for. It's all because I didn't teach him well, so he ended up like this. It was all me who hurt him.

Ah." In the backyard of Xingfu Orphanage, the old man and Zhang Shang stood side by side, looking at the withered dendrobium flowers all over the courtyard, and sighed.

"After you get your younger brothers and sisters back, can you help me plant the dendrobium flowers all over the yard? I promised Le'er that I would give him a home he likes." The old man said to Zhang Shang, with a trace in his eyes.

plea.

"Father, don't worry, I understand, I will do it." Zhang Shang looked at the tombstone not far away and sighed. The last trace of blame towards Zhang Le disappeared in his heart. After all, everyone else has gone.

, Zhang Shang also didn’t want the old man to be sad.

"Shang'er, if possible, please move my tomb here, right next to Le'er. I want to be with him, and I can continue to look at the Happy Orphanage." The old man sighed.

"Okay, by the way, father..." Zhang Shang nodded and suddenly asked hesitantly.

"Silly boy, I know what you want to ask. I don't know why I am in this state. Maybe God has pity on me as an old man and wants me to come back and take another look at you and the orphanage. But after all, I am already

I will eventually leave the dead people."

"Actually, I'm very satisfied, but I still feel a little worried about you, the orphanage, and Le'er." The old man looked at the child in front of him kindly, who had grown into an upright man, and smiled happily.

The two of them looked at the empty Happy Orphanage, as if they were seeing a lively scene again in the future, and smiled at each other.

The heavy blue rain has stopped long ago, and the midnight bell echoes in every corner of the city. People look at the empty opposite side. They subconsciously look up to the sky and smile at the stars in the distance, although he/she has already

Although we are still a little reluctant and unable to let go, people are still very grateful for this reunion.

Tomorrow is still a brand new day.

Maybe, tomorrow, they will forget everything that happened tonight, but the scars in their hearts have long been healed and made up for. Although the cold night has not completely passed, there is a person whose actions have warmed

The whole city.
Chapter completed!