Chapter 49: The meaning of life

Spring and Jingming, Luoyang Flower Fair, blooming like a brocade, tourists like weaving.
Meng Xinghun walked on the main street of Luoyang City. There were many shops on both sides of the street with banners and banners. Numerous flower pots were placed under the windowsill porch. There were flowers everywhere, and the air was full of flowers.
There are Xixi people on the street, all dressed in colorful clothes, there are rich businessmen, there are those who are humble, there are ladies and gentlemen. It seemed that on this day, all ordinary and extraordinary people swarmed the streets, marching towards the peony gardens everywhere in Luoyang, to see the prosperity of the world.
"If you ask about ancient and modern things, please only look at Luoyang City"
This is the most prosperous street in the most prosperous city in the world.
Meng Xinghun also came to enjoy the flowers. Ah Fu told him to combine work and rest, and often walk in the crowd, so as not to stay in the dark for a long time, and people would become shameless.
He wears a purple gold crown with inlaid hair, golden silk, butterfly and red arrow sleeves, a dragon pattern on his feet, a Hetian Baoyu pearl belt around his waist, his eyes are like morning stars, his face is like a full moon, handsome and resolute, and heroic. .
Had it not been for Ah Fu's constant suggestion, he would not have worn such gorgeous clothes.
The daughters of the wealthy businessmen, the daughters of the officials, and even the wealthy and noble ladies were all looking at him. The more courageous girl had come up and shyly arranged flowers in his ears.
This is a custom during the Luoyang Flower Fair. People who appreciate flowers will also appreciate others and borrow flowers to express their hearts. When beautiful women receive flowers, there are naturally handsome men who receive flowers.
The women who came to arrange flowers, came to attract businessmen, and the sons who came to visit were endless. They wanted to get to know him, please him, talk to him, and make friends with him.
Meng Xinghun is a little embarrassed. He doesn't like this feeling. He doesn't like being watched and being the focus of shining. Although he has envied those who become the focus in the crowd, he is not at all comfortable when the focus is changed to him. Up.
He just wanted to run away, to a place where he felt at ease.
Before he knew it, Meng Xinghun passed through Jinxiu Avenue, walked into the alleys among the peony clusters and fragrance, and left the main street into a back alley.
In this alley, there are people in cloth and linen, no more beautiful peonies and ladies in Chinese clothes. On the street, market vendors gather and scream, full of fish and shrimps. The fishy smell and the smell of other chickens, ducks, dogs and hogs are all dirty.
Meng Xinghun didn't hate all of this. Instead, he felt more at ease, as if he should have belonged to such a place, he should have been born and grown up here, and his inexplicable sense of familiarity made his steps brisk.
A group of five or six-year-old children ran past him. The children were holding wicker twigs as swords and baskets as shields, shouting, laughing, and clamoring. Among them was a child with a tiger-head cotton hat. He pulled down the brim of his hat to cover his eyes, and yelled in a childish voice: "Love Batman!"
The lovely children made Meng Xinghun laugh.
He suddenly felt that something was wrong. These children had ruddy complexion, excellent complexion, and innocent. Although their clothes were a bit old and the material was only homespun, they were cut very close to the body, and the styles were exactly the same.
Take a closer look. The words "Gotham Orphanage" are embroidered on the chest and cuffs of the clothes.
This group of children is actually a group of orphans, a group of happy orphans, how can orphans in this world be happy?
Meng Xinghun had also been an orphan. He knew what an orphan should be like. This group of happy orphans aroused his curiosity. Following the running and frolicking children, he came to the front of a large courtyard.
Although this compound occupies a large area, it is not a tall mansion. The patent leather on the gate is mottled, and the wall covering is often peeled off. It has some old and decayed atmosphere, but it looks like an old house left by an official who has fallen for many years. .
However, the plaque hanging on the gate is new, and it is engraved with five characters: "Gotham Orphanage".
Meng Xinghun walked into the gate of the Gotham Orphanage. There was a cave inside. The houses were renovated and repainted. The snow-white walls were painted with pictures of small rabbits, big mushrooms, and sheep standing like people. Very funny and cute.
There are slides, swings, sand piles, and small wooden horses in the yard.
Look at the house. There are rows of small wooden beds, desks, pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and bookshelves. There are many books on the shelves.
This is a simple but well-equipped house, which is like a warm little home for every child. They can play, sit at the desk and read and read, and they can sleep while listening to songs on their cots.
The children rushed to a person, and they ran to and flocked to the person, hopping and chatting.
"Hug your mother!"
"Niangniang kissed Xiaobao, Xiaobao was so good today."
"Niang Niang, Niang Niang..."
...
It was a very young girl. She was wearing a plain coarse cloth coat and a large grey apron over her coat. She was decorated with natural engravings.
She is busy serving the small vegetable garden in the yard. Since it is a vegetable garden, there is not a single flower in the garden, only some seasonal vegetables. But she was very careful, as if she was serving the most precious peony oiran.
She smiled sweetly, squatted down to kiss this, touched that, and took out a few fruits from the pocket of the big apron and distributed them to the children.
The sound of Meng Xinghun's footsteps caught her attention. She raised her head and looked over. At the moment she raised her head, the surrounding sunlight seemed to be brighter.
She looks beautiful, not only her face is beautiful, everything about her is beautiful, even the small vegetable garden next to her has become the most beautiful garden in the world.
Meng Xinghun was dumbfounded.
Seeing Meng Xinghun's dull look, the girl pursed the corners of her mouth, and showed a slight smile.
That smile was very charming.
He dumped the blazing snow city that Meng Xingshun had built around his atrium, and liberated his frozen meteorite core.
The little black box hidden in the deepest part of the memory opened, and Meng Xinghun seemed to have seen such a smiling face before. Before he was six years old, there was a woman who was so beautiful and smiled in his childhood when his memory had not been solid.
How much he wished he hadn't met Boss Gao when he was six years old, but like these happy orphans, spinning around the girl in front of him, letting her touch her face and eat the fruit she handed over.
Being watched by her, Meng Xinghun became more and more cramped. He awkwardly scratched his head to cover up, and said: "I'm just curious why there is an orphanage in Luoyang City, so come in and have a look. Are you a helper here?"
The girl shook her head and said, "No, this is my orphanage, and I am the dean."
Meng Xinghun said in surprise: "You built all of this?"
The girl nodded and said, "Yes, but it took me a lot of effort."
Meng Xinghun looked around, and he was still very puzzled. Although the orphanage was simple in furnishings, it would not be the same to buy such a large yard in Luoyang City, which is rich in land, and clean it up delicately and warmly. A girl can do it alone.
Meng Xinghun frowned and said, "Are you the daughter of a rich family?"
The girl shook her head and said, "It used to be, but it is not anymore."
Meng Xinghun immediately believed her words. He was once a killer, with extremely strong eyesight, and he didn't even need a polygraph to tell if a person lied.
He asked again: "You spent all your savings and built an orphanage. What can you do with the expenses of raising orphans in the future?"
The girl said: "Solicit donations from well-wishers."
With these words, she seemed to think of something happy, winking playfully, and pursing her lips playfully.
Meng Xinghun said, "I am a kind person, I want to donate a lot of money!"
The girl pursed her mouth and thought, "It's okay to donate money, but I won't agree to be asked out just because you donated money. Don't even think about it."
Meng Xinghun's face was a little hot, he really wanted to make an appointment with her, but now he couldn't open an appointment.
He suddenly thought of something and quickly said: "Can I come here to help often?"
The girl smiled and asked, "Do you know how to wash clothes?"
Meng Xinghun shook his head.
The girl asked again: "Can you cook?"
Shook his head.
"Can you teach children to read?"
Shook his head.
"Do you serve the vegetable garden?"
Shook his head.
"Can you work as a carpenter or a bricklayer?"
Shook his head.
The girl sternly said: "Then what can I do for you here?"
Meng Xinghun was stunned. He had an idea and said: "I know martial arts, and I can be a bodyguard to protect you and the children."
The girl giggled and said, "You don't need a bodyguard here, especially if a rich man like you is here to be a bodyguard, you will be knocked out by the wicked person, you will be beaten with a crooked nose, and you will be beaten half-dead. Brother son is a bodyguard."
Meng Xinghun's current attire is the fighting son of the young boy. He doesn't even know how to explain that he is actually one of the best martial arts in the world.
He said with a shy face: "But, if there is no protection in this world, what should you do if the wicked come to bully you and your children and grab your money?"
A child smiled and answered him: "Evil people dare not come to the Gotham Orphanage to make trouble. Who dares to make trouble, Sister Catwoman will kick him in the ass!"
The child with a tiger-head cotton cap also echoed: "Even if Catwoman doesn't kick his ass, Batman brother will kick him!"
Another kid said: "They will kick his together!"
When the children talked about the topic of their ass, they laughed inexplicably into a ball, and the crisp, childlike laughter rippled in the yard.
The girl tilted her head and said with a smile: "Yes, Sister Catwoman can kick bad guys in the ass."
Meng Xinghun also laughed and echoed her: "Yes, Brother Batman also kicks bad guys in the ass."
Even though he was smiling, Meng Xinghun was extremely lost. He wanted to stay here forever. Even if he couldn't stay, he could come often, but he had no reason to stay, and no reason to come often.
He is not the kind of stalker brother, but now he would rather be.
The girl didn't rush him, but he had to drag his feet and slowly leave, and walked to the gate of the orphanage. He couldn't help but look back to the girl who was playing with the children.
He has never been so desperate for a treasure like he is today. He can only come and look at her quietly, without disturbing her, just watching so quietly.
Just like a flower-loving person who really loves flowers, he won't kill the flowers for a long time before they linger, and they take them home and put them in a vase to watch the flowers wither.
With a sigh, Meng Xinghun walked into the market and walked back to Wayne Manor. He didn't want to see the Luoyang Flower Fair anymore. He had seen the most beautiful flowers in the world in the most beautiful garden in the world.
"Hey, brother brother!"
He was stopped and turned his head in surprise.
"You said you know martial arts?"
"I will!"
Meng Xinghun didn’t know how to tell her to believe in himself, so he played a set of punches, with heavy punches and fierce feet. In order to increase his persuasiveness, he deliberately turned several somersaults in place, just like a joke. Barbaric.
The children slapped their hands when they saw it, and giggled with joy.
The girl also covered her mouth and smiled.
"It looks like you really know martial arts, and it seems to be better than my brother."
Meng Xinghun was a little ashamed. His set of fists and kicks was not really used to kill people, but was just embroidered with fists and legs. He looked pretty, but he didn't expect the girl to praise it.
"You can teach the children martial arts occasionally, so that they can protect themselves in the sinister world."
Hearing this, Meng Xinghun happily turned his head on the spot again. His purple gold crown was crooked, his brocade robe was wrinkled, and Bu Yun's shoes were rubbed into the mud. He smiled, looking like a stubborn stubborn. Happy kids.
"Okay, okay, after learning martial arts, I will fight bad guys like Batman!"
"I'm Batman!"
"I am I am!"
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The children were chattering and arguing, and the beautiful girl looked at it with a smile. Meng Xinghun never felt that life is so beautiful and his life is so meaningful.