you are my destiny

Chapter 12: Before class

The gate of the orphanage is made of red-brown marble. The marble walls are covered with various nameplates such as "civilized unit". The connection is an electric stainless steel sliding mesh door, and in front of the reddish-brown marble is a small green belt made of wooden boards, full of vibrant green plants.

After Yuan Hao parked the car, he took Yin Chen to the gate of the orphanage, and there was a gray-haired old man in the guard room at the gate, wearing blue overalls, sitting at the guard's table by the window. On the road, a little hunched over, the old guard showed a kind smile when he saw Yuan Hao coming: "Yuan Hao is here again, it seems that today is not the weekend."

"Uncle An, your old body is getting stronger and stronger. Today is not a weekend, it is a temporary task given by the dean. I have to perform well. You see, I even found a right-hand assistant to help." Yuan Hao pointed The tall Yin Chen, who was holding a pile of hand tools beside him, greeted Uncle An with a smile.

Uncle An looked up and down at Yin Chen, who was holding a pile of things, and said with a smile, "Such a good-looking young man, you are the only one who can ask others to help! You, you know how to entertain my old man, and the orphanage didn't give him any money." Any reward you get is for your hard work from the bottom of your heart, and if you perform well, there is no reward, right?"

After finishing speaking, Uncle An picked up the visitor record form at the door hanging on a nail on the wall of the guard's room, and handed it to Yuan Hao, "Come on, Yuan Hao, register the time of entering the park, the reason for entering the park, and the handsome guy behind you, look He doesn't have any extra hands to register, so you should also register for him."

"Okay, Uncle An." Yuan Hao wrote two lines in scribbled handwriting and returned the registration form to Uncle An.

Uncle An took the registration form, glanced at Yuan Hao's writing, and said, "The handwriting is still ugly. How come people are so good-looking, but the handwriting is so ugly. I think the children in the yard write better than you."

"Oh, Uncle An, don't make fun of me. I haven't studied seriously for a day since I was a child, and I have always been promoted to higher education with poor grades." Yuan Hao said helplessly.

"Amusing my old man again? Nonsense, ask the handsome young man next to you to see if he believes it or not!" Uncle An looked at Yin Chen expectantly, hoping that he could unite with him.

"I believe it." Yin Chen said seriously, he really believed it, because he had seen Yuan Hao's unsatisfactory grades, and even laughed at Yuan Hao because of it when he was a child.

"Hey, tell me about the two of you, that's all, you two, that's the same group." Uncle An still stood firm, and once suspected that Yin Chen was making a fuss on purpose because of selfishness.

Yuan Hao said helplessly, "Uncle An, then let's go in now."

"Go, go, remember to come to me when you come out, please remember, don't run away again." Uncle An calmly opened the door and let the two pass.

"Remember! Uncle An, then I will go to class first and we will talk later."

The first thing Yuan Hao did after entering the kindergarten was to ask Yin Chen: "Why do you believe it? Is it so obvious that I am a scumbag who has been studying for thousands of years?"

"Well, it's quite obvious." Yin Chen replied bluntly.

"..." Yuan Hao was speechless, good you brat, I will settle accounts with you later!

Yuan Hao and Yin Chen walked to the orphanage from left to right, and as soon as they entered the garden, they saw a stone path paved with stone bricks, leading directly to the gray teaching building inside, with green plants planted on both sides. There is also a set of children's toys on the grass, and a female teacher is leading a group of children to play there.

After Yuan Hao led Yin Chen around a green belt, he went up the stairs and came to the art classroom.

The door of the art classroom was painted light blue, and the teacher’s outer wall was painted with green paint. It was originally a painting of an apple tree reaching the top, but it may have been a little too long, and the wall skin was a little peeled off. The green bottom wall It is also filled with the masterpieces of children's random graffiti.

Yuan Hao pushed open the blue door and walked to the teacher's podium. It was a very simple podium with a movable blackboard. In front of the blackboard was a flat square table with a locker next to it.Yuan Hao pointed to the table and said to Yin Chen, "Put the art materials on this table first, and I'll go out first to inform the children to come to class."

"Okay." Yin Chen said.

After Yuan Hao finished speaking, he left the art classroom, while Yin Chen put down the art materials he was carrying and began to look around the classroom.

The classroom is not big. Two simple wall-mounted containers made of brown wooden boards occupy the white wall behind the classroom. Each container is separated by four long wooden boards, forming an independent small storage space.The containers are full of art materials and handicrafts and art works made by the children in the courtyard.

The white walls around the classroom have been treated and are covered with light gray cork boards. Some of the better works completed by the children are displayed on the top of the area out of reach of the children with colored nails for everyone to watch.

In the middle of the classroom, there are four round low tables that can seat eight people, and there are small wooden stools with backrests for the same number of people under the low tables.

Yin Chen disassembled the handmade materials he had just bought, and threw the excess rubbish in the trash can first, and waited for Yuan Hao to come back after sorting.

Just as Yin Chen was worrying about how to arrange the materials in front of him, Yuan Hao came in with a bunch of children ranging in age from 5 to 10 years old, "Kids, come in quickly, find a seat and sit down, we are about to start class oh."

One after another, the children found their familiar seats and sat down. All three round tables were filled to the brim. There was only a little boy sitting alone on a round table in the far corner of the classroom. That little boy lowered his head. He was very focused on playing with the beverage bottle cap that he didn't know where he came from, and kept silent all the time.

After all the children were seated, a little girl with two ponytails pointed at Yin Chen and asked Yuan Hao, "Brother Yuan Hao, who is he?"

"Yes, yes, who is this tall man? Who is it?" another little boy asked.

"Is he a friend of Brother Yuan Hao?"

"Why is he so tall!"

"He looks whiter than brother Yuan Hao, taller than brother Yuan Hao, and even more handsome than brother Yuan Hao!"

"Hahaha……"

"Is he also an art teacher?"

"I like this big brother!"

In an instant, the other children in the class started chatterboxes, and followed suit, and all of a sudden, the class exploded.

"I..." Yin Chen was a little at a loss when he saw such a chaotic scene for the first time.

"His name is Yin Chen. He is a good friend of Brother Yuan Hao and the teacher of our art and handicraft class. Everyone calls him Brother Yin Chen, okay?" Yuan Hao immediately answered a group of curious children for Yin Chen. .

"Brother Yin Chen!" A group of children shouted in unison.

Seeing such enthusiastic children, Yin Chen had no choice but to say to everyone, "Hello."

"Okay, we are about to start class, everyone calm down first, and let Brother Yin Chen distribute the materials to you. Whoever sits down first will be the first to get the materials!" Yuan Hao said to the group of people in front of him. The little guys seem to have a good way. Just after saying this, the class that was bluffing just now immediately fell silent.Everyone sat straight and straight, with their hands neatly placed on the table.

"Achen, please give this pack of A4 colored handmade cardboard to each of the children here. If it is a color, you can send it at random. If there is a child who specifically asks for a color, you can give it to me." handmade A4 color handmade cardboard to Yin Chen.

Hearing Yuan Hao call himself "A Chen", Yin Chen was still uncomfortable with the noisy environment just now, and immediately disappeared, taking A4 color handmade cardboard to distribute to the children.

"Brother Yin Chen, I want the pink one!" The little girl with two ponytails said to Yin Chen with her hands raised high.

"Okay." Yin Chen gave her the corresponding color, and she happily showed Yin Chen a sweet smile.

"I want yellow!"

"I want green!"

"I want orange..."

With a beginning, all the children asked Yin Chen for the color they wanted, and Yin Chen patiently gave them one by one, but the little boy sitting alone at the round table in the far corner of the classroom did not speak to Yin Chen. The minister proposed the color he wanted.

Yin Chen picked out a pretty lake blue one and put it in front of him. The little boy was still concentrating on playing with his bottle cap with his head down, and didn't answer him.

When Yin Chen spared the classroom and returned to the podium, Yuan Hao had already taken out the 36-color ultra-light clay and put them in the palettes prepared in the art room. There are 1 color palettes in total.

"Achen, put 4 color palettes on each table, and put the extra 2 here for my demonstration."

"Yeah." Yin Chen handed the color palette back and forth to the children, and the children on the three noisy tables still asked for their favorite colors in various ways, and after asking Yin Chen to give them to them, they sat down contentedly.

Only the round table in the far corner of the classroom remained silent.At this moment, Yin Chen also noticed that the little boy in the corner was a little different from other children in the class.

When Yin Chen returned to the podium again, Yuan Hao who was on the side just came back after distributing a double-headed black liner pen to each of the children present. Yuan Hao whispered to Yin Chen, "Ah Chen, the little boy in the corner is called Xiaoyu is an autistic child who likes to be alone and doesn’t like to play with his peers. When he sees his friends playing games with great interest, he has no interest in watching or participating in the class. Pay attention to him."

"Yes." Yin Chen replied.

"Xiao Yu's artistic talent is very good. In the whole class, his works are the most creative after class. I like him very much." Yuan Hao brought a chair while talking, "Achen, you first Sit down here, I'm going to start the class. If there are children who need your help during my lecture, you can help and maintain the classroom order by the way. However, the children here are very sensible, and basically there will be no troubles. "