Chapter 1213

Anyway, he didn't want to attend the so-called engagement banquet. He had investment to talk about. Tang wanwan naturally put all his energy into it.

In the evening of that day, there were more than a dozen bosses who exchanged business cards with Jiao Yang and Tang wanwan, and there were three more who decided to invest directly and set a time for Jiao Yang to talk in detail.

This is undoubtedly the icing on the cake for the ongoing free clinic base.

Ming Kun is away, and Tang is busy. Unconsciously, he hasn't visited the children in the slum for nearly a month and a half.

It's not so easy. There are no classes in the afternoon and there is no meeting to be held. Tang thought about it later. He bought some candy and snacks and went to the slum to visit the children.

She is alone, no one to do company, Jiao Yang can not rest assured, simply hand on the work, to the assistant that account, accompany Tang wanwan, went to the slum together.

On the way, they passed the free clinic base built on the edge of the slum, and then they went to the slum after walking around and checking the progress.

In a short period of one and a half months, coming back to little Arnold's home is another scene.

Little Arnold's mother passed away, which is actually something everyone can expect.

She's in such a bad condition that she hasn't been able to live for a few days, but in this room, how can little Arnold's shadow disappear?

Looking at the empty room, Tang wanwan and Jiao Yang can't help falling into silence.

The last time he came, Tang wanwan promised little Arnold's mother that he would help take care of him. However, as soon as everything was delayed, he ignored it.

Now when I come back, I have not seen little Arnold.

There is a shortage of land in the slums, and there are not enough living people, let alone dead people.

Here, the dead people will be concentrated and discarded to a depression on the edge of the slum. Some of them with family members will help fill the earth. At some point, they will be buried. If they are alone, they will be directly killed in the street.

Although he always knew there was such a place, Tang wanwan never went there.

First, I think it's too terrible there. Second, due to the accumulation of dead people, I can smell the stench of fumigation all the way away.

Listen to the neighbors, little Arnold's mother is not miserable, when she died, someone helped fill the earth, as for little Arnold

When the neighbor said this, he suddenly shut up. Tang wanwan was busy asking.

"What happened to little Arnold?"

"Ah The poor boy was sold by his uncle as soon as his mother left Otherwise, one can't fill his mother's earth.... "

Sold

In fact, such things are very common in slums.

Let alone children, even women are sometimes sold by their parents and husbands.

Here, hunger, is a big thing, family, love, all behind.

Reading the promise to little Arnold's mother, Tang wanwan repeatedly asks about little Arnold's whereabouts.

The neighbors didn't know. After several times of entanglement, Tang wanwan asked about uncle's residence.

It was also a dilapidated wooden shed, no better than little Arnold's.

When Tang arrived late, the wooden shed was locked and the so-called "big uncle" was not at home.

Waiting outside for a long time, until it began to turn dark, I saw a thin, thin man, staggering towards the wooden shed.

"Are you uncle?"

From afar, Tang could not help stepping forward to inquire.

After a pause, the man raised his eyes and looked at them for about two or three seconds. He didn't reply, but almost stepped forward, as if Tang's voice didn't exist at all.

"Ah I call you

Tang wanwan wants to say something, but Jiao Yang grabs him by the wrist.

Looking back, he saw Jiao Yang winking at himself and telling her not to speak.

After walking a little, I saw that the uncle was not alone. The reason why he was holding his body was that he was carrying a child on his back.

The child, a little thinner than his body, is about three or four years old. Due to long-term malnutrition, his head is very big. It looks very disharmonious on his thin body like a piece of paper.

At the moment, the child was closing his eyes, and he didn't know whether he was sleeping or fainting, but Jiao Yang still lowered his voice, stepped forward and asked the uncle.

"Hello, are you uncle?"

Like most adults in the slums, uncle Tang's eyes are full of vigilance for Tang wanwan and Jiao Yang.

He frowned and looked Tang wanwan and Jiao Yang up and down before he spoke.

"Who are you?""My name is Jiao Yang, and her name is Tang wanwan. She has been teaching here for some time before, and everyone calls her teacher Tang."

Jiao Yang said politely, but also did not forget to mention the plastic bag in the handle to uncle, "we brought candy for the children."

Listening to the name of "teacher Tang", uncle, it's relaxing.

But he still did not have a good face, only cold face way, "you wait for me."

Then, he turned his head and headed for his wooden shed.

He carries the child, inconvenient to open the door, Jiaoyang want to help, but was refused.

Helpless, they had to stand aside and watch uncle move the child to his chest, holding it in one hand. It took them a long time to open the lock on the wooden shed. Then they went in and put the child down. Then they came out again.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Well, we want to ask, little..."

Before Tang wanwan's words were asked, he was interrupted by Jiao Yang.

"We just want to talk to the big guy that our free clinic base will be built soon. When we get to see a doctor and take medicine, it will be completely free of charge."

In the process of speaking, Jiao Yang has been carefully observing uncle's look. When he said "taking medicine for free", uncle's eyebrows obviously moved, and his heart has already counted.

He stopped for a moment and then asked.

"What's wrong with the child?"

The atmosphere, which was not easy to ease, suddenly became tense again.

I saw that uncle's brow suddenly wrinkled tightly, with a clear pain in his face, and then slowly released.

"What's the use of free, my child? I can't live anymore."

"AIDS?"

Jiao Yang asks tentatively.

"Yes..."

This time, the uncle did not silence, but gave a positive answer.

"It's starting to get sick. I don't have many days to live."

It's sad to say that people here may not know much about AIDS itself, but they are very familiar with the symptoms that will break out at each stage.

Because, here, almost everyone has witnessed the process of their relatives, friends, or neighbors being killed by AIDS.