Zhuo Yang looked at Huang Chengjun in front of him with interest: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Huang, I really can't remember it."
"No, no, Teacher Zhuo Yang, it was me who took the liberty. That day, so many compatriots in Yokohama Stadium shook hands with you, and so time has passed so long, how can you remember them one by one?"
"Yes, yes. Is Mr. Huang a local? He is still working in Japan?"
"After watching that game, I returned to China. Teacher Zhuo Yang, to be honest, you asked me to come back."
"oh?"
Under the big locust tree at the entrance of the school, Huang Chengjun told Zhuo Yang his story, without exaggeration, and in every detail. Hearing that he woke up from his own inspiration, Zhuo Yang was very happy. He heard that he went voluntarily.
Zhuo Yang respected him when he was teaching in the mountains. When he heard that he was being tricked by a local black fellow in Band, South Africa, it made Zhuo Yang laugh again.
This is an interesting person! But until now, Zhuo Yang still regarded Huang Chengjun as an ordinary fan.
The smile on his face was closed, and Huang Chengjun said: "Teacher Zhuo Yang..."
"Just call me Zhuo Yang, I'll call you Lao Huang too."
"Okay. Zhuo Yang, can I speak with a step? I have something very important... I may need your help."
Zhuo Yang looked at Huang Chengjun without answering. Huang Chengjun tried hard to make his expression look natural, but his heart was thrusting.
A standard No. 5 football rolled over. Zhuo Yang jumped up gently with his toes, and then threw more than a dozen of them in turn, then kicked them gently to Lang Dong.
"Lang Dong, go inside to practice playing the ball. I will take the exam later. If you can't get fifty of it, be careful, I will beat you up on the butt."
Lang Dong made a face while sticking out his tongue, and ran into the school with the ball. Zhuo Yang felt that Xiao Lang Dong had a sense of aura in football. He had never been exposed to formal training before, which was a pity, but now, maybe
It was still time. Huang Chengjun also stared at Lang Dong until he ran into the playground.
He and Huang Chengjun came to the small bridge far away from the school gate, and Zhuo Yang turned around and stared at him.
Huang Chengjun did not dare to be vague. He first introduced his current identity briefly and clearly, and then explained the purpose of coming here today in detail. As he listened, Zhuo Yang's face gradually became serious, and he understood the seriousness of the matter.
Zhuo Yang, the volunteer organization of "Baby Home", knew that his "No. 18 Charity Fund" also had some cooperation with "Baby Home", mainly in terms of financial support.
Zhuo Yang believes in the facts stated by Huang Chengjun because he does not need to or dare to lie to himself. Moreover, Zhuo Yang understands Huang Chengjun's concerns about this matter, because he also understands the countryside in China.
Before studying abroad, Lao Zhuo's ancestral home was in the village in Danansu, Xi'an, and Zhuo Yang often went back to play. He knew the habits of the villagers. Zhuo Yang believed that if he caused trouble outside, he would just go to the village.
He shouted "Someone bullied me", and the men, women, young and old in the village would rush forward without asking for anything, so that the invading enemy would not be able to bear it.
No matter how big the officials are, the treasury and wealthy ones are, it is considered a great fortune to be able to come out of the village. The villagers never ask why the enemy comes, nor how many enemies there are, but only ask where the enemy is.
Zhuo Yang was able to make the villagers in the village love so much because he had a grandfather, and Principal Lang Maocai here was his grandfather. He understood all the worries Huang Chengjun was very good, so he couldn't go to Mayor Xiao, as that was useless because
This is the countryside of the villagers.
"Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry, I know I've caused you trouble. But Liu Fan... Lang Dong's biological parents are waiting in the guesthouse in the county. They are only in their thirties, but their hair is gray, for eight years.
In the middle, their tears were already dry."
Zhuo Yang looked at the gurgling stream under the bridge. The water flowed clear and there were small macaques creeping around between the stones and moss.
"This is how, Lao Huang." Zhuo Yang said: "I'll find a way. Before this, don't do anything, wait for my news."
"Zhuo Yang..., what are you going to do?"
"I'll go find Principal Lang."
Huang Chengjun was not surprised or refuted. He believed in Zhuo Yang because Zhuo Yang was his spiritual belief.
"Okay! I'll listen to you."
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Principal Lang Maocai's home is in the school, and he has lived here for 45 years. The small residence in the inner and outer jackets and this school are his entire life.
When Zhuo Yang walked in, Lang Maocai was pouring the hot water freshly cooked on the stove into a large tea jar. When he saw him coming in, he quickly put down the aluminum pot and picked up the glass cup next to it and handed it to Zhuo Yang. The cup was covered with green tea.
Yang.
"Zhuo Yang, drink some water quickly. Take a little bit of herbal tea to quench your thirst. Today, the sun is very spicy." In the southwest of July, even in the mountains, you can still feel the fierceness of the scorching heat.
Zhuo Yang took the cup with both hands. "Principal Lang, you should sit down and rest."
After drinking half a cup of herbal tea, it really relieves heat. Zhuo Yang put the cup back to the low table and looked at Lang Maocai sitting opposite. The old principal took out the cigarette and lighter in his pocket and placed it on the table. He knew Zhuo
Yang doesn't smoke, but this is his habitual action in entertaining guests for 45 years.
"Principal Lang, how did Lang Dong come from?"
The air solidified! Lang Maocai stopped all movements like a sculpture, and there was only a big tea jar emitting hot white smoke in the room.
"Is it... Lang Dong's... biological parents are found?" Lang Maocai's old face showed surprise and... despair.
Zhuo Yang closed his eyes and nodded slightly.
Lang Maocai used his trembling hands to fumble through the cigarette box, took out a yellow fruit tree from it and handed it to his mouth. He handed it twice before he could calm down.
Zhuo Yang picked up the lighter and lit it for him. "His parents have been looking for him for eight years, and now they are in the county town below."
Principal Lang lowered his head and smoked hard. The sparks of cigarette butts in the smoke kept brightening.
Suddenly, Lang Maocai slapped himself hard. "I'm a bastard!"
‘Bang!’ Another moment, the cigarette butt was blown away and smashed into the cabinet and sparks splashed everywhere.
"I am a beast! I have been educated by the Party for so many years, but I actually know that the law is broken and bought children from human traffickers. I am sorry to the Party and let down the Party's trust. I am a beast!"
Lang Maocai's face was covered with gullies and tears were everywhere. He slapped himself desperately. Zhuo Yang quickly stopped him and held the old man's hand tightly.
"Principal Lang, if it weren't for you, Lang Dong might have died eight years ago. You saved his life."
Zhuo Yang dared to come to Lang Maocai directly because he believed that Principal Lang and grandpa were the same people.
Eight years ago, after Lang Maocai's son and daughter-in-law were in a car accident, his wife was also ill, and then she passed away. Principal Lang was alone. Everyone in the village knew him and knew about him. Soon there were traffickers.
He came to the door with Lang Dong, who was less than two years old.
Lang Maocai took out all his savings and bought Lang Dong from the human trafficker for 20,000 yuan. From then on, he loved him as a treasure and his grandfather and grandson depended on each other for their own lives.
"Zhuo Yang, Lang Dong...what is his original name?"
"Liu Fan."
"Liu Fan, Liu Fan, nice, good name." Principal Lang wiped his tears and nodded. "Where is he from?"
"Tianjin."
Chapter completed!