Chapter 1990

Zhuo yangrao is interested in looking at Huang Chengjun: "I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, I really can't remember."

"No, no, no, Mr. Zhuoyang, I took the liberty. That day so many compatriots in Yokohama stadium shook hands with you, and time has passed so long, how can you remember one by one. "

"Yes, yes. Is Mr. Huang a native? Still working in Japan? "

"After watching that game, I went back to China. Mr. Zhuoyang, to be honest, you asked me to come back. "

"Oh?"

Under the big locust tree at the school gate, Huang Chengjun tells Zhuoyang his story without exaggeration. Zhuoyang was very happy to hear that he was inspired to wake up. Hearing that he volunteered to teach in the mountains, Zhuoyang paid homage to him. When he was teased by the local black villagers in Bande, South Africa, Zhuoyang laughed again.

This is an interesting person! But until now, Zhuoyang still regards Huang Chengjun as an ordinary fan.

Smiling on his face, Huang Chengjun said, "Mr. Zhuoyang..."

"Just call me Zhuo Yang, and I'll call you Lao Huang."

"OK. Zhuo Yang, can I take a step to talk? I have a very important thing , maybe I need your help. "

Zhuo Yang looks at Huang Chengjun and doesn't answer. Huang Chengjun tries to make his expression natural, but his heart is bursting.

A standard No. 5 football rolled in. Zhuoyang jumped up gently with his toes. He bumped a dozen times in turn, and then kicked it gently to Langdong.

"Langdong, I'll practice the ball inside myself. I'll check later. I can't shake 50 of them at one breath. I'll beat your ass."

Lang Dong made a face with his tongue sticking out, and ran into the school with the ball. Zhuoyang thinks that xiaolangdong has a talent in football. He hasn't been trained before. It's a pity. But from now on, maybe it's too late. Huang also stared at Langdong until he ran into the playground.

And Huang Chengjun came to the bridge far away from the school gate, Zhuo Yang turned around with his hands in his pockets and stared at him.

Huang Chengjun did not dare to be vague. He first introduced his current identity briefly and clearly, and then explained in detail the purpose of coming here today. Listen, Zhuoyang's face is getting serious. He understands the seriousness of the matter.

Zhuo Yang, a volunteer organization of "baby home", knows that his "No. 18 charity fund" has a little cooperation with "baby home", mainly in terms of financial support.

Zhuoyang believes in the facts stated by Huang Chengjun, because he doesn't have to and dare not cheat himself. And Zhuoyang understands Huang's concern about this, because he also knows about Chinese villages.

Before studying abroad, the ancestral house of the old Zhuo family was in a village in the southern suburb of Xi'an. Zhuo Yang often went back to play. He knew the habits of the villagers. Zhuoyang believed that if he caused a disaster outside, he would just run to the village and shout "someone bullies me". The men, women, old and young in the village would flock to him and let the enemy go.

No matter how big an official's trench is, it's fatal to be able to live out of the village. The villagers never ask why the enemy came, nor how many, but where.

Zhuoyang can make the villagers love him so much, only because he has a grandfather, and the principal of langmaocai here is his grandfather. Huang Chengjun understands all his worries, so he can't go to mayor Xiao. It's useless because this is the village of villagers.

"I'm sorry, Zhuoyang. I know it's causing you trouble. But Liu Fan Langdong's biological parents are now waiting in the county's hostel. They are only in their thirties, but their hair has turned white. In eight years, their tears have dried up. "

Zhuoyang looked at the murmuring stream under the bridge. The water was clear and bottomed out. There were small hemp fish drilling in and out between the chilling stones and moss.

"Well, Lao Huang." Zhuoyang said, "I'll find a way. Before that, you and your colleagues should do nothing and wait for my news. "

"Zhuo Yang What are you going to do? "

"I'll go to headmaster lang."

Huang Chengjun was not surprised and did not refute. He believed in Zhuoyang because Zhuoyang was his spiritual belief.

"Good! I listen to you. "

President Lang maocai's home is in the school, where he has lived for 45 years. The small residence and the school inside and outside the apartment are his whole life.

When Zhuoyang came in, Lang maocai was pouring the hot water just burned on the stove into the big tea pot. Seeing him coming in, he quickly put down the aluminum pot and handed Zhuoyang the glass beside him. The green tea in the glass was light.

"Zhuoyang, drink some water. Drink some herbal tea to quench your thirst. It's very hot today. " In the southwest of July, even in the mountains, you can feel the intense heat.

Zhuoyang took the cup with both hands. "Headmaster Lang, sit down and have a rest."

Drink half a cup of herbal tea, and it's really refreshing. Zhuoyang put the cup back to the low table and looked at Lang maocai, who was sitting opposite. The old principal took out the cigarette and lighter from his pocket and put them on the table. He knows Zhuoyang doesn't smoke, but it's his habit of entertaining guests for 45 years."Headmaster Lang, how did Lang Dong come?"

The air is freezing! Lang maocai stopped all the movements as if he were a sculpture. Only the big tea mug was smoking hot white smoke in the room.

"Is it Langdong's My parents are here? " Lang maocai's old face showed surprise and despair.

Zhuoyang closed his eyes and nodded softly.

Lang maocai groped for the cigarette box with trembling hands. He took out a yellow fruit tree from the box and handed it to his mouth twice before putting it firmly.

Zhuoyang picked up the lighter and lit it for him. "His parents have been looking for him for eight years, and now he is in the lower county."

Headmaster Lang lowered his head and smoked hard. The sparks in the cigarette end kept bright in the smoke.

All of a sudden, Lang maocai made an effort to draw his own mouth. "I'm an asshole!"

"Pa!" Again, the cigarette butts were fanned out and splashed on the cupboard.

"I am a beast! I have been educated by the party for so many years, but I know the law and break the law. I bought children from human traffickers. I am sorry for the party, and I have failed to live up to its trust. I am a beast! "

Langmaocai's face full of ravines was full of tears, and he tried to slap himself in the face. Zhuoyang quickly stopped him and held the old man's hand tightly.

"Principal Lang, if it weren't for you, Lang Dong would have died eight years ago. You saved his life."

Zhuoyang dares to come to Lang maocai directly, because he believes that President Lang and grandpa are the same people.

Eight years ago, after his son's daughter-in-law had a car accident, Lang maocai's wife was also ill, and then he died alone, leaving president Lang alone. Everyone in Shili and baxiang knew him and knew his business. Soon someone came to visit him and brought Langdong, who was less than two years old.

Langmaocai took out all his savings and bought Langdong from a human trafficker with 20000 yuan. Since then, he has been in love with Ruo Zhenbao and lives with each other.

"Zhuoyang, Langdong What's the original name? "

"Liu Fan."

"Liu fan, Liu fan, nice to hear, nice name." Principal Lang wiped away his tears and nodded. "Where is he from?"

"Tianjin."

"Good, good, Tianjin is a big city, good, big city good, good!"