Chapter 501: Legend of Baihe (Part 1)

This is a story about the life of a man named Baihe.

At that time, no one knew that such a child who was not loved, wanted, and even had no hope of living could become the biggest black hand in the universe.

Wang Mei was awakened by the loud crying.

It was a snowy winter, but there were bursts of children's sobbing outside the window.

The voice was loud and strong.

At first, Wang Mei thought it was a child in the orphanage who didn't sleep late at night.

In anger, she wanted to rush out with a bamboo whip to beat someone.

But until she walked out of the door, she found that there was heavy snow in the yard, and the plum tree in front of the door was dotted with white winter plums.

The sound was not from the yard, but outside the orphanage.

Wang Mei tightened her cotton coat. The weather was too cold, and she didn't want to care.

But the continuous crying made her unable to ignore it. If it continued like this, she might be unable to sleep tonight.

So, she hurriedly crossed the yard and opened the door of the orphanage.

She saw a thin baby thrown casually in a bamboo basket.

The crying came from this baby, who was simply wrapped in a thin blanket.

Wang Mei was a little surprised that the baby looked very thin and had cried for half an hour in such heavy snow and had not frozen to death.

But she instinctively didn't want to care about it.

The orphanage was the legacy left by her husband. Before her husband died, he signed a contract with her, and he must let the 37 children in the orphanage grow up safely and become independent at the age of 18.

Only then did he agree to give her the property of the orphanage.

Wang Mei herself was not a good person. When she was young, she worked as a nightclub girl and a hair salon technician. As the saying goes, bitches are ruthless. How can you expect a woman who has lost her fertility to have a good face for these children in the orphanage?

So she was very annoyed with these children in the orphanage. As long as they didn't starve to death, she didn't want to care about anything else.

Naturally, she didn't want to adopt another baby, no matter whether he lived or died, what did it have to do with Wang Mei.

She wanted to close the door, but she accidentally glanced at the opposite corner of the street, a woman staring at her grimly.

That look was even colder than the ice and snow in winter.

It seemed that if she didn't take the child back, the woman would rush up and strangle her to death.

Wang Mei felt a chill in her heart for no reason, and immediately took the baby and the basket back to the orphanage.

...

Time flew, and a year passed.

Surprisingly, Baihe survived.

The common diseases of infants and young children had never appeared in him.

Moreover, the child didn't even need to drink breast milk or milk powder, just some rice paste could maintain vital signs.

Not only that, the crying was very loud on weekdays, which didn't sound like a malnourished child at all.

If there were no superpowers in the world, Wang Mei would even think that she had brought back a freak.

"It's OK if he's easy to raise. I can't stand it if he brings back a baby."

Wang Mei patted her chest thankfully.

If she brings back a baby, she would have thrown him into the police station.

So the baby was formally adopted by the Morning Star Orphanage.

Wang Mei recalled the child she met on a snowy night last year. That night, it was snowing heavily, and the whole world became white. The plum trees in the courtyard were also dotted with white flowers.

And the street in front of the door was covered with snow, spreading into the distance.

From a distance, it looked like a river winding into the distance.

White River...

"Let's call you Baihe."

So, Baihe was born.