After signing the contract, the title of the book was changed to "Rebirth of 1902". Well, this is easy to understand and you can know what you wrote at a glance. Please continue to support and encourage me. I would like to thank my family's general xx, Kakarot, Xuanyuan Wu, I Want to Fly Fly 2012, Estee Lauder Xiang, Qingsong Far Love, Wu Tian, ​​Wu Tian, ​​Ye Tianlong and other friends for their rewards and support. You are my motivation.

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"Finished in the garbage pile on the other side of the road." Janet also looked into the bag, her breathing was a bit thick, as if she was suffering from a cold. "They knew I would go, so they put the baby there, and of course, another girl."

Ah Fa looked at the baby's red little fingers, and his little hand didn't move. He asked in confusion: "She has nothing, right?"

"Nothing?" Janet shook her head with a wry smile. "If she had nothing, I wouldn't have stood here to talk to you! No, I'm a little late this time, she's already cold." She covered the bag and raised her head, "But at least I didn't let the rats and dogs bit her. I think the parents wanted me to find her. They knew when I would go on a patrol, and put the baby there before I came. Because I couldn't raise her, you know. But I often found living people, of course, mostly girls."

Afa's heart sank. Looking at Janet's expression that was not particularly concerned, he knew that such things were common to her, but his eyes never left the little thing in the bag, and he felt very upset.

"Does someone ask you to take their children away? Or do you always ask you to go out and find them yourself?" Ah Fa asked in a low voice.

"They sometimes send their children, usually put them on the steps." Janet's eyes flashed with a mischievous look and said, "What? Do you have one to send?"

Ah Fa shook his head. He had not seen such things before. But when the new soul occupied the body and he looked at them from a new perspective and thinking, the heaviness made him almost too lazy to speak.

Janet stared at Ah Fa for a while, as if waiting for his answer, then glanced at the canvas bag, sighed and took a photo, and said, "Okay, let's go, I have to send this little thing a funeral. Do you want to go in and take a look?" She sent an invitation again.

"I won't go in." Ah Fa shook his head vigorously. He was afraid of seeing the little thing again. His small clenched fist made him feel extremely uneasy. He took out the money from his pocket and didn't carry it with him. He left five yuan and handed over the rest. He said embarrassedly: "Now I have only these. In the future, when I get rich, I will send it to you again."

"Thank you!" Janet smiled faintly, folded the bills and put them in his pocket.

Just as the cloth bag was covered, Ah Fa caught a glimpse of the red little hand again, and a heat suddenly surged in his heart. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, receiving the communion with other children in the orphanage run by the church. He was so innocent at that time.

He looked up and saw Janet's blue eyes encouraging him. Whether your faith was ridiculous or not, it was always right to do good things. He couldn't help but handed over the five dollars, "Take this too, I don't need it."

"Then why are you going home?" Janet asked, but took the money away.

"Go back." Ah Fa seemed to relax suddenly, and his chest and back couldn't help but straighten.

"I will pray for you, for all the people you care about." Janet drew a cross on her chest, but she looked a little careless and casual.

"That" Ah Fa hesitated for a moment, took a step forward, closer to Janet, and asked, "I want to ask you about saving the maids. If it is other suffering women, do you care? Can you protect them?"

Janet looked at Ah Fa in confusion, and after a while, he smiled, "Then you'd better come in and talk!"

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When Ah Fa left, well, this Jerusalem Hall, which the Chinese called it Jirashen, his steps were very light, and he felt that he had found a way to protect the girls in Hongxiu Pavilion from bullying and persecution.

The concession has a church background and foreign devils. This should undoubtedly be a very useful amulet, although Ah Fa is not very sure.

Walking through the dirty street again, the unpleasant smell seemed to be much lighter. However, someone was waiting for him, which surprised Ah Fa.

"Hello, sir." A guy who looked like a guy seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Ah Fa could see the messy footprints in that small area.

"Is there anything wrong?" Ah Fa said calmly.

"That's right, sir, did you come back from overseas?" the guy asked politely.

"No." Ah Fa shook his head and turned around and walked away.

The guy paused for a moment, immediately chased after him, and asked anxiously: "So, do you know foreign language? Can you write it in foreign language?"

Afa was a little impatient, stopped, stared at the guy and asked, "What do you mean? Just say something."

Ah, the guy didn't seem to know the purpose of the boss, so he scratched his head and stuttered: "If you can speak foreign language and write foreign articles, our boss wants to treat you to a meal and discuss something."

"I don't know your boss, just say that when you go back." Ah Fa would not agree to this invitation with unknown intentions casually, so he turned around and left.

Not far away, there was a teahouse, an old-fashioned stone building, with red horizontal plaques written with golden characters hanging above the carved wooden doors. This is where many Chinese merchants rest and chat while buying and selling goods at the foreign warehouse here.

"Sir, sir, our boss is here, you..." The guy who looked like a guy followed Ah Fa, eager to complete the task assigned by the boss.

"I said that I don't know your boss." Ah Fa didn't look back and speeded up his pace.

As soon as the door of the teahouse opened, a man walked out and reached out and shouted, "Sir, please stay."

Ah Fa rolled his eyes, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man with displeasure. He was wearing shiny gold-rimmed glasses and gray silk clothes, and was very thin. He also showed a gold tooth on the bed when he grinned.

"Hello, I'm the next surname Qin, I'm very happy to see you." Mr. Qin changed his bag and stretched out his right hand to Afa, speaking in a strange-tongued English.

"Mr. Qin? My surname is Chen." Ah Fa did not shake hands with Mr. Qin directly. He observed it carefully. The hand that came out was pale, and even his hair was missing. The pale blood loss made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that Ah Fa could understand his words, Mr. Qin smiled even happier, his neck moved like a bird, and his gold teeth lit up, changing to a Mandarin with an accent, "That's it. I just saw the husband talking to that boy bag for a long time, and then guessed that the husband should know foreign language and admired him very much..."

Child bag? Are you talking about Janet? Very, very cute nickname! Ah Fa nodded, held back his smile and said, "I do know foreign languages. It's nothing in Shanghai, right?"
Chapter completed!