Rongcheng Fuxin Orphanage has been moved once since its establishment. The first time it moved was because it was about to face bankruptcy. It happened more than ten years ago. Finally, it was retained with government funding and donations initiated by the Lu family.

I came down and moved to the third hospital and kept it.

When Qingzhi passed by, the retired old dean was already waiting there.

After seeing Ning Zi, she felt a little subtle warmth and sourness in her heart. She probably couldn't treat Ning Zi as a completely stranger. In addition, Ning Zi's blood is flowing on her body now, and sometimes she can't even tell her.

Is it Qingzhi or Lu Qingzhi?

She always cared about that gardenia.

I went back and asked the old people in the Lu family’s old house.

I found out about Ning Zi's mother. She was very easy-going woman who always treated others with a little kindness, but she couldn't tolerate any sand in her eyes. Many people thought about her kindness, and her words were full of pity.

Then, then

Moreover, Ning Zi has few friends, and there are several male friends. Whenever Ning Zi goes out to see her male friends, Lu Ji will get furious.

Then gradually, the male friends were worried that Ning Zi would suffer and didn't contact her much.

If you count your age, those men are probably in their forties or fifties. Climbing over the wall, especially the high walls in the Lujia private cemetery, shouldn't be easy to climb over.

She thought that in addition to being curious about Ning Zi's life experience, she was also curious about who laid the gardenia.

The old dean took out two photos from the bottom of the box.

"At that time, the orphanage had no conditions, so we took two photos at the end of the year. Many people wanted to see this photo..."

Qingzhi took the photo and looked at it. The photos from more than 30 years ago were black and white. Because they were group photos, the head was like the size of a fingernail, and the face was quite blurry, which could only be considered to be a roughly recognizable level.

Perhaps because she couldn't find the little princess Qingzhi, the old dean put on reading glasses, lowered her head to identify it for a long time, then pointed at the second-to-last little girl in the third row and pointed.

"This kid is Miss Lu's mother, Ning Zi!"

Qingzhi then looked carefully and found that Ning Zi was indeed very good when she was a child. She was more eye-catching among the children. The other children were timid and cramped. Only Ning Zi's eyes were bright, and she seemed to like taking photos.

, and even tilted his head, as if he was posing secretly.

Qingzhi bent her lips and smiled, with a complicated feeling in her heart.

Huo Jiting looked at Qingzhi and his eyes fell on the old dean, "How much do you remember about my mother-in-law?"

The old dean took a breath and recalled, "There are too many people asking Mrs. Lu recently. At the beginning, someone came to ask, which made me confused because it was too long. I really don't remember what happened more than 30 years ago.

How many, especially Mrs. Lu only stayed in the orphanage for more than a year, and then she was taken away by someone at first sight. "

Qingzhi just heard the old dean say once that someone came to inquire about Ning Zi, and now she heard it again.

But now I don’t want to interrupt the old dean’s memories, and I’m worried that after the old man was interrupted, I can’t recall it.

"Later, as many people asked, I went back to think about it myself. As I thought about it, I really slowly remembered some things."

"The person who sent Mrs. Lu, oh, the person who sent Ning Zi over was a woman. She said she couldn't afford to raise her daughter, so she threw it to the gate of the orphanage. We wanted to stop her, but we couldn't stop her."

"It's strange to think about it now. Although Ning Zi was wearing ragged clothes and her clothes were dirty and old, the small skirt was washed and stitched and repaired, and it was quite fashionable. Rongcheng didn't even do that at that time.
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