The other children were sensitive to this point. One of the petite little girls, who was eight or nine years old, immediately said: "Uncles and aunties, he is Dean. There is something wrong with his brain. He likes to be in a daze, and he can't speak. Please don't be offended."
Although she was young, the cruel living environment had made her extremely clever. Her words were very clever. She did not appear to be jealous, but pointed out Dudian's shortcomings, and also sold him a good boy.
"Yes, yes!"
"Uncles and aunties, don't lower yourself to his level."
Only then did the other children come to their senses and hurriedly chimed in.
Barton and several other children who lived in the same room with Dean were surprised to see the little girl who took the lead. It seemed that they did not expect her to speak out. At this moment, when they heard the words of other able-bodied children, they could not help but look ugly. However, they did not dare to speak for Dean, for fear of leaving a bad impression on these adults.
Du Di glanced at the little girl indifferently and felt slightly surprised in his heart. In his impression of the past three months, he remembered that this little girl was one of the few children with a kind personality among the able-bodied children. Even to deformed children like Barton, she never spoke ill of them. Especially this little girl, she was very gentle to everyone. Even when Barton and the other deformed children talked about her in private, they were full of praise.
Dean also had a good impression of her. He remembered that her name seemed to be... Lisa?
Sure enough, he was still a little naive.
At this time, when these adults heard Lisa's words, their eyes suddenly showed a trace of understanding. No wonder a child with such clean skin and such a delicate appearance would be abandoned. For a time, many adults felt sorry for her.
Seeing the look of the adults, Lisa and other able-bodied children were relieved.
"Uncles and aunties."
Suddenly, without any warning, a tender voice sounded from the crowd. All the children and adults were surprised. Suddenly, all the children's eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost. Because the speaker was Dean!
In the past three months of orphanage life, Dean was silent every day and carefully observed and listened. He learned a lot of simple words. Moreover, the orphanage also had basic speech and pronunciation lessons. Even the most dilapidated orphanage was no exception. But there were one-year-old babies. Although he didn't join them, but he eavesdropped and learned a lot.
However, the people around him had long regarded him as a mute. They usually communicated with him using hand gestures, and no one took the initiative to chat with him. Therefore, he was too lazy to speak and was happy to be left alone.
"There is nothing wrong with my body," Dean said calmly.
The young and tender voice actually gave off an unquestionable illusion.
He did not go out of his way to accuse Lisa of lying and take revenge on her, because there was no need to do so.
The adults were surprised, but the next moment they seemed to understand something. They looked at Lisa with hidden anger in their eyes. They saw that the little girl was shocked. Soon the adults found that the other children were also surprised. They knew that the problem was not with the little girl, but with Dean.
For a moment, many adults frowned.
One of them, a sturdy and dark-skinned middle-aged man, said with a sullen face, "Judging from their expressions, they don't seem to know that you can speak. Can you tell me why you hid it from them?"
The most taboo thing for the adults was to adopt a child who was full of thoughts and had no sense of security.
Dean knew that he had stepped on a thread in the hearts of these people, but he was very calm and said, "I didn't deliberately hide it from them. It's just that I'm autistic and don't like to speak. They treated me as a mute, so I let them be."
Hearing his words, the coldness in the eyes of the adults gradually relaxed. Most orphans had autism. They understood and understood it.
"Even if you are autistic, you've grown up in the orphanage. It's impossible that you haven't spoken a word, right?" A fat woman in the crowd said suspiciously.
Before Dean could speak, Aunt Dai, who was next to him, rushed to say, "It's like this. This child loves to be clean, so we specially assigned him a separate room, so he has no chance to communicate with other children."
As soon as these words came out, Dean, Barton, and the other children were slightly startled. They didn't know why Aunt Dai would lie. In the orphanage, no child could enjoy a separate room.
Dean's heart moved, and he immediately understood. On this point, today's orphanage was similar to the orphanages of the old era. They would package the children in the orphanage perfectly and cover up the flaws to the minimum. If these adults knew that Dean had only been in the orphanage for three months, no one would be willing to adopt him even if his conditions were good. Because children of seven or eight years old already had memories, they would definitely remember their biological parents. No one could guarantee that when they raised him into an adult, he wouldn't leave them to find his parents again.
Understanding this, Dean's heart slightly sank. He glanced at the other children and saw that the able-bodied children and Lisa seemed to be ready to say something. At this moment, Dean saw Aunt Dai's back facing the adults. She fiercely glared at Lisa and the children who were ready to speak, scaring them so much that their faces turned pale.
In the orphanage, Aunt Dai had the power of life and death over all of them. As long as Aunt Dai said a word, they would never have the chance to be adopted.
As for why Aunt Dai was helping him, Dean certainly wouldn't be narcissistic to think that he had any special personality charm. It was because the sooner he was adopted, the less food the orphanage would consume.
"So that's how it is." The chubby woman saw Dean's snow-white complexion and suddenly understood. She looked at him sympathetically and said, "Child, I choose you. From now on, you will be my child."
As soon as these words came out, Barton and the other children who had a good relationship with him were immediately surprised, as if they were the ones who were adopted. They were happy for Dean.
Hearing this, Dean immediately looked at the chubby woman's clothes and palms. Seeing her rough fingers, he could tell at a glance that she did hard work. He couldn't help but frown slightly. When he was about to open his mouth to refuse, suddenly another person laughed and said, "I think this child is very pleasing to the eye, and I think that with my conditions, I'm more suitable to be this child's parent."
Everyone looked at the person who spoke. It was a plain-looking middle-aged man with a faint smile on his face.
The chubby woman's face changed, and she said with a cold face, "Really? I'd like to know what kind of big shot you are."
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I'm not a big shot. I'm just a small gardener of the Mel family."
Hearing this, everyone was startled. The children didn't have much reaction, but the adults around couldn't help but change their faces. One of them whispered, "Mel family? Is it that Mel family? "
"Apart from that Mel family, which Mel family needs a gardener?"
For a time, everyone looked at the middle-aged man with a bit of awe in their eyes.
The chubby woman's face turned pale. She lowered her head and didn't say a word.
"How about it, child?" The middle-aged man was very satisfied with the reaction of others. He looked at Dean with a smile.
Lisa and the other children, including Barton and other deformed children, also saw the clues at the moment. They looked at Dean with envy and jealousy. It was good that they could be adopted, but Dean was being fought over by others. How could they not be jealous?
Dean frowned and thought for a little bit. He shook his head, "I'm sorry, uncle. Thank you for looking after me. But I hope that my parents are doctors. It will give me a sense of security."
This was a tactful refusal.
The middle-aged man was a little surprised. He didn't expect Dean to refuse. He had been to many orphanages to look for children who were fated to be adopted. Those children were excited when they heard that they could be adopted. How could they be as calm as Dean? Moreover, he spoke in an orderly manner.
Soon, the middle-aged man woke up. Although the Meishan family was well-known in the outer wall, the children didn't know about it. They didn't even know what a 'gardener' was. After all, the world they lived in was too far apart.
Dean certainly knew what a gardener was. Moreover, he knew from the expressions of the adults that the Mel family must be a colossus. But even if it was just a name, it was still not a big deal.
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