1989, Los Angeles.
Due to the monsoon, Los Angeles was unusually hot this year.
There was not a single cloud in the blue sky. The only thing that could be seen was the hot sea breeze.
A black Dodge Challenger came to a stop on the cracked asphalt road, accompanied by the roar of a gas tank.
Beside him was a grayish-white wall covered with green vines. A brownish-black wooden board was nailed to the wall with iron nails. Through a few green leaves, he could vaguely see the words' Angel Orphanage '.
This was an orphanage that was about to close. The director of the orphanage was a 75-year-old Caucasian woman named Samantha. She liked to wear a long green dress and a white shirt that had been washed until it was white.
Her favorite pastime was to pour herself a glass of red wine that cost 4.8 USD per bottle and wait for the biscuits in the oven to dance to the rhythm of the music from the sixties.
Every time the music played, Lady Samantha's face would involuntarily reveal a smile.
Some children would ask her why she was smiling.
Lady Samantha would not say. She would kiss the children's cheeks and tell them that when they grew up, she would tell them the secret.
Therefore, the children of the Angel Orphanage always hoped to grow up quickly.
Unfortunately, that was a few years ago.
Three years ago, there were still dozens of children in the Angel Orphanage. Relying on social donations and her own savings over the years, although it was a little difficult, Lady Samantha was like a fighter who would never be defeated.
She was tenacious, hardworking, and full of enthusiasm and smiles every day. She used 200% of her love to take care of dozens of children.
Hardship could not defeat her. This was a great woman. Although she was not strong, she could fight against fate like a giant.
She used facts to prove that no one could defeat her.
Unfortunately, illness could.
Mid-stage liver cancer. Although it was not an incurable disease in modern society, in this era, in 1986 Los Angeles, for an old director who ran a private orphanage, this medical record was no less than a death notice.
It wasn't that the Angel Orphanage couldn't continue operating, nor was it closed down because of poor management.
After decades of operation, Lady Samantha and the orphanage had become one. Without Lady Samantha, the Angel Orphanage was like a shell that had lost its soul.
Was there anyone like her in this world who was willing to share the kindness in her heart?
Yes, but Lady Samantha wasn't sure if she could find that person in this impetuous society with her remaining time.
Thus, since three years ago, the children of the orphanage had been taken away one after another.
Now, other than Lady Samantha, there was no one else in the Angel Orphanage.
Only a child named Naginitão was left.
This was an Asian boy, six years old this year. This child was smart, beautiful, and very sensible.
What flaws did this child have?
That was because he was Asian. In Los Angeles, discrimination against people of color had never stopped.
If one had to nitpick, how could one find a flaw in this child?
This child was relatively thin and small. Compared to his peers, he didn't seem strong and healthy enough.
Actually, the last child in the Angel Orphanage shouldn't be Naginitão, but another Asian girl named Daisy.
She was also a beautiful child, but Daisy was obviously not as smart and sensible as Naginitão.
It was just because Naginitão was "sick" yesterday.
Lady Samantha had no choice but to send Daisy away.
Although the couple preferred the outstanding Naginitão, Daisy was still cute.
After all, the intelligence of Asians was recognized by the world as outstanding.
Lady Samantha knew Naginitão's little trick.
Sick?
Stop fooling around. Although Naginitão wasn't strong, his physique wasn't as bad as imagined. If it weren't for Naginitão's "illness," Daisy might have stayed in the orphanage.
After all, she wasn't smart, and she was Asian. Other than being pretty, she was almost useless.
Lady Samantha was very gratified, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
In the small kitchen, Lady Samantha wiped the sweat off her forehead. In the hot Los Angeles, the rotating oven in the kitchen made the 75-year-old Lady Samantha feel tired. Fortunately, she had classic vinyl records from the 60s.
She poured herself a glass of red wine. Logically speaking, patients with liver cancer shouldn't drink.
But she didn't care.
In fact, Lady Samantha hadn't been to the hospital since she was diagnosed with liver cancer three years ago.
She knew that her path was coming to an end, but she didn't panic or despair. Lady Samantha was very calm. She treated every day as the last day of her life.
Although her clothes were cheap and her beautiful face was now full of wrinkles, she was very calm.
At the same time, on the second floor of the Angel Orphanage, Naginitão, who had been lying on the bed for a day and a night, opened his eyes.
Who am I?
Where did I come from?
Where am I going?
The three ultimate philosophical problems of idealism left Najni Tang in a daze.
There were two memories in his mind. One was a six-year-old Asian boy, and the other was a 31-year-old Asian man.
The Asian boy didn't have parents since he was young. In his memory, it was a director of the orphanage named Lady Samantha who took him in and took care of him.
He respected her and loved her very much. In the eyes of the boy, Lady Samantha was his only family.
The 31-year-old Asian man was a successful person. He was very lucky, as if he was kissed by the goddess of luck when he was born.
Since he was young, he wasn't outstanding, but he was always a little better than ordinary people.
His grades were the same, his ability to make friends was the same, his graduation from university was the same, and his work situation was the same.
Even his parents were healthier than other people's parents, and his children were smarter than other people's children.
He was a little better than other people, but when all of these were gathered together?
He wasn't rich and didn't have much power, but he was the kind of person who was truly happy. Countless people envied him!
The two memories fused together.
It was impossible to tell who replaced who and who devoured who.
In short, after a day and night of fusion, this body called Naginitão fused and absorbed the two memories and finally became one with the body.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a knock on the door.
Lady Samantha walked in with an iron tray in her hand. On it was Naginitão's favorite finger biscuits.
Finger biscuits were a very common western biscuit. In this era, almost every housewife knew how to make them.
However, there weren't many who could make them well. Lady Samantha wasn't an American. She was of mixed American and Italian descent, and Italy was the birthplace of finger biscuits.
The finger biscuits she baked were crisp and soft, like dry sponge bread. They were very sweet.
This had always been the favorite of all the children in the Angel Orphanage.
She looked at Naginitão, whose eyes were curved from smiling because of the sweetness of the biscuits.
Lady Samantha's eyes flashed with a hint of love. She used her fingers, which were covered with age spots and wrinkles, to wipe the biscuit crumbs from the corner of Naginitão's mouth.
"Also, also, don't eat so quickly. It's all yours. Drink some milk."
The small glass contained about 150cc of milk.
Naginitão took a sip. The sweet finger biscuits mixed with the milk formed a wonderful taste. In Naginitão's memory, this was the most delicious food in the world.
Putting down the glass of milk, Naginitão subconsciously thought of a delicate face that was one year younger than him. He couldn't help but ponder. "Lady Samantha, where's Daisy?"
Daisy and Naginitão were the only two Asians in the Angel Orphanage. The two of them had a very good relationship. Or rather, Daisy and Naginitão had a very good relationship.
Although they were both Asians, unlike Daisy's reclusiveness and rebelliousness, the skinny Naginitão was born with an enviable affinity. He could chat with everyone in the orphanage.
Lady Samantha's eyes flashed with guilt. She looked at Naginitão's young face.