1989, Los Angeles.

    Affected by the monsoon, Los Angeles was unusually hot and dry this year.

    In the blue sky, you can''t see even a cloud. The only thing is the dry and hot sea breeze.

    On the cracked asphalt road, with the roar of fuel tanks, a black Dodge Challenger stopped.

    Next to it is a gray white wall covered with green vines. A brown black wood board is nailed to the wall by iron nails. Through several green leaves, you can vaguely see the two words Angel orphanage.

    This is an orphanage that is about to close. The dean is a 75 year old white woman named Samantha. She likes to wear a long green skirt and a washed white shirt.

    The favorite pastime on weekdays is to pour yourself a glass of $4.80 a bottle of red wine in the classic music of the 1960s, waiting for cookies in the oven with the rhythm of fingertips.

    Whenever the music sounded, Mrs. Samantha always couldn''t help smiling.

    A child asked her why she smiled.

    Mrs. Samantha didn''t say it. She would kiss the children on the cheek and tell them that when she grew up, she would tell the children the secret.

    So the children of angel orphanage always hope to grow up quickly.

    But unfortunately, that was a few years ago.

    Three years ago, there were dozens of children in the angel orphanage. With social donations and their savings over the years, although it was difficult, Mrs. Samantha was like a fighter who would never be knocked down.

    She is tenacious, hard-working, full of enthusiasm and smile every day. She takes care of dozens of children with 200% love.

    Suffering cannot defeat her. She is a great woman. Although she is not strong, she can fight against fate like a giant.

    She proved with facts that no one can beat her.

    But unfortunately, the disease can.

    In the middle stage of liver cancer, in modern society, although this is not an incurable disease, in this era, in Los Angeles in 1986, for an old director of a private orphanage, this medical record is no less than a death notice.

    Angel orphanage is not unable to continue to operate, nor is it closed down because of poor management.

    Just decades of operation has already integrated Mrs. Samantha and the orphanage. Without Mrs. Samantha''s angel orphanage, it is like a body without soul.

    Is there anyone in the world who, like her, is willing to share the kindness in her heart?

    Yes, but Mrs. Samantha is not sure whether she can find that person with all the time she has left in this impetuous society.

    So since three years ago, the children in the orphanage have been taken away one after another.

    Nowadays, angel orphanage, except Mrs. Samantha.

    There''s only one child left called nangintang.

    This is an Asian boy. He is six years old. He is smart, beautiful and very sensible.

    What are the shortcomings of this child?

    That is the other party''s Asian identity. In Los Angeles, discrimination against people of color has never stopped.

    If you insist on being picky, find a defect in the child?

    That is, the child is thin and small. Compared with his peers, he doesn''t seem strong and healthy enough.

    In fact, the last child in the angel orphanage should not be nangintang, but another little asian girl named daisy.

    It was also a beautiful child, but Daisy was obviously not as smart and sensible as Nagini Tang.

    Just because nangintang was "sick" yesterday.

    Mrs. Samantha had to send Daisy away.

    Although, the couple prefer the excellent Nagini Tang.

    But the lovely Daisy also seems good. After all, the IQ of Asian Americans is recognized as excellent in the world.

    Mrs. Samantha knows nangintang''s tricks.

    fall ill?

    Come on, although nangintang is not strong, his physique is not as bad as expected. Without nangintang''s "illness", Daisy is likely to stay in the orphanage.

    After all, she is not smart, but also an Asian. She is almost good for nothing except being pretty.

    This makes Mrs. Samantha very happy, but also some heartache.

    In the narrow kitchen, Mrs. Samantha wiped the sweat on her forehead. In the hot Los Angeles, the rotating oven in the kitchen made 75 year old Mrs. Samantha feel tired. Fortunately, there were classic vinyl records of the 1960s in her ear.

    She poured herself a glass of red wine. It is reasonable that patients with liver cancer should not drink.

    But she doesn''t care.

    In fact, Mrs. Samantha has never been to the hospital even once since she was diagnosed with liver cancer three years ago.

    She knew that her road was coming to an end, but she didn''t panic and despair. Mrs. Samantha was very indifferent. She regarded every day as the last day of her life.

    Although the clothes are cheap, the embroidered beauty of her youth is now full of wrinkles, but she is very calm.

    Meanwhile, on the second floor of the angel orphanage, nangintang, who had been lying on the shelf bed for a day and a night, now opened his eyes.

    Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?

    The three ultimate philosophical problems of idealism confused Nagini Tang.

    There are two memories in my mind. One is a six-year-old asian boy and the other is a 31 year old Oriental man.

    The Asian boy had no parents from urination. In his memory, he was the director of an orphanage called Mrs. Samantha, took him in and took care of him.

    He respected her and loved her very much. In the boy''s eyes, Mrs. Samantha was his only relative.

    The 31 year old Oriental man is a successful man. He is very lucky. It seems that he was kissed by the goddess of luck at birth.

    From small to large, he is not excellent, but he is always a little better than ordinary people.

    The academic performance is like this, the ability to make friends is like this, the graduation university is like this, and the work situation is like this.

    Even parents are healthier than other people''s parents, and their children are smarter than the children of other colleagues.

    He''s a little better than everyone else at every point, but these come together?

    He is not rich and does not have much power, but he is really happy, which is the envy of countless people!

    The two memories merge with each other.

    I can''t tell who replaced who and who swallowed who.

    In a word, after a long fusion day and night, the body named Nagini Tang fused and absorbed the two memories, and finally formed a whole with the body.

    "Dong Dong Dong!"

    There was a knock at the door.

    Mrs. Samantha came in with an iron tray in her hand containing naguindon''s favorite finger biscuits.

    Finger biscuit is a very common western biscuit. In this era, almost every housewife can make it.

    But not many have done well. Mrs. Samantha is not American. She is a mixture of American and Italian, and Italy is the birthplace of finger biscuits.

    Her baked finger biscuits are crisp and soft, just like dry sponge bread, very sweet.

    All along, this has been the favorite of all children in Angel orphanage.

    Looking at nangintang whose eyes are bent with laughter because of the sweetness of cookies.

    There was a flash of love in Mrs. Samantha''s eyes. She wiped the cookie crumbs from the corner of naguintang''s mouth with her fingers full of age spots and wrinkles:

    "Also, there''s no need to eat so quickly. It''s all yours. Drink some milk."

    A small glass containing about 150cc of milk.

    Nagini Tang took a sip, and the sweet finger biscuits were mixed with milk to form a wonderful taste. In Nagini Tang''s memory, this is human delicacy.

    Putting down the milk cup, nangintang subconsciously came up with a delicate face one year younger than himself. He couldn''t help thinking in his eyes: "Mrs. Samantha, where''s Daisy?"

    Daisy and Nagi Tang are the only two Asians in the angel orphanage. They have a good relationship, or daisy and Nagi Tang have a good relationship.

    Although they are all Asian, different from Daisy''s seclusion and rebellion, the thin Nagini Tang naturally has an enviable affinity. He can talk to everyone in the orphanage.

    Mrs. Samantha''s eyes flashed a touch of guilt. She looked at nangintang''s young face.