Zhuo Yang looked at Huang Chengjun in front of him with interest: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Huang, I really can't remember." ”

"No, no, no, Mr. Zhuo Yang, I took the liberty. So many compatriots shook hands with you at Yokohama Stadium that day, and so much time has passed, how can you remember them all. ”

"yes, yes. Is Mr. Wong a local? Still working in Japan? ”

"After that game, I went home. Teacher Zhuo Yang, I can't hide it, 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, 1510. Hearing that he had suddenly woken up because of his calling, Zhuo Yang was very happy. Hearing that he volunteered to teach in the mountains, Zhuo Yang paid respect, and when he heard that he was being teased by the local black villagers in Bande, South Africa, Zhuo Yang laughed again.

It's an interesting person! But until this time, Zhuo Yang still regarded Huang Chengjun as an ordinary fan.

The smile on his face retracted, and Huang Chengjun said, "Teacher Zhuo Yang ......"

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

"Good. Zhuo Yang, can you take a step to speak, I have a very important ...... matter, and I may need your help. ”

Zhuo Yang looked at Huang Chengjun and didn't answer, Huang Chengjun tried to make his expression appear natural, but his heart was bursting.

A standard No. 5 football rolled in, and after Zhuo Yang jumped up lightly on his toes, he took turns to flip a dozen of them, and then gently kicked them to Lang Dong.

"Lang Dong, go inside to practice juggling by yourself, I'll come to the assessment in a while, I can't bump fifty in one breath, be careful I'll beat your ass."

Lang Dong stuck out his tongue and grimaced, and ran into the school with the ball. Zhuo Yang felt that Xiao Langdong had an aura in football, and it was a pity that he had not been exposed to formal training before, but now that he starts, maybe it will be too late. Huang Chengjun also stared at Lang Dong until he ran into the playground.

and Huang Chengjun came to the small bridge away from the school gate, and Zhuo Yang turned to stare at him with his hands in his pockets.

Huang Chengjun didn't dare to be ambiguous, first briefly and clearly introduced his current identity, and then explained in detail the purpose of coming here today. Listening to this, Zhuo Yang's face gradually became serious, and he understood the seriousness of the matter.

Zhuo Yang, a volunteer organization called Baby Home, knows that his No. 18 Charity Fund also has a little cooperation with Baby Home, mainly in terms of financial support.

Zhuo Yang believed the facts stated by Huang Chengjun because he did not have the need and did not dare to lie to himself. And Zhuo Yang understands Huang Chengjun's concern about this matter, because he also knows the Chinese countryside.

Before studying abroad, the ancestral house of the old Zhuo family was in the village in the southern suburbs of Xi'an, and Zhuo Yang often went back to play. He knew the habits of the villagers very well, and Zhuo Yang believed that if he caused trouble outside, as long as he ran to the village and shouted, 'Someone is bullying me', the men, women and children in the village would rush up without asking any questions, so that the invading enemy could not eat and walked around.

No matter how big the official or dirty moat, it is a great fortune to be able to come out of the village alive. The folks never asked why the enemy came, nor how many they were, only where the enemy was.

Zhuo Yang can make the villagers in the village love him so much, just because he has a grandfather, and the principal here Lang Maocai is a grandfather himself. He understands all Huang Chengjun's worries very well, so he can't go to Mayor Xiao, it's useless, because this is the village of the villagers.

"Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry, I know I've caused you trouble. But Liu Fan ...... Lang Dong's biological parents are now waiting in the guest house in the county seat. They were only in their thirties, but their hair was already gray, and in eight years, their tears had dried up. ”

Zhuo Yang looked at the gurgling stream under the bridge, the water was crystal clear, and between the rocks and moss, there were small hemp fish drilling around.

"That's it, Old Huang." Zhuo Yang said: "I'll figure it out." Until then, you and your colleagues 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, he did not refute, he believed in Zhuo Yang, because Zhuo Yang was his spiritual belief.

"Good! I listen to you in everything. ”

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Principal Lang Maocai's home is in the school, and he has lived here for 45 years. The little dwelling inside and outside and this school were his whole life.

When Zhuo Yang walked in, Lang Maocai was pouring the freshly boiled hot water on the stove into the big tea jar, and when he saw him come in, he quickly put down the aluminum kettle and handed the glass next to him to Zhuo Yang, and the tea in the cup was lightly rippling.

"Zhuo Yang, drink some water. Take a sip of herbal tea to quench your thirst, the sun is very hot today. "In the southwest in July, even in the mountains, you can still feel the fierceness of the heat.

Zhuo Yang took the cup with both hands. "Principal Lang, you also sit down and rest."

Drink half a cup of herbal tea, and it really relieves the spleen. Zhuo Yang put the cup back on the low table and looked at Lang Maocai, who was sitting opposite. The old headmaster took out the cigarette and lighter from his pocket and laid them on the table. He knew that Zhuo Yang didn't smoke, but it was a habit he had done to entertain guests for 45 years.

"Principal Lang, how did Lang Dong come here?"

The air is frozen! Lang Maocai stopped all movements like a sculpture, and only the large tea jar in the room was emitting hot white smoke.

"Isn't it...... Langdong's ...... Did the biological parents find it? Lang Maocai's old face showed surprise and ...... Despair.

Zhuo Yang closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Lang Maocai groped for the cigarette case with a trembling hand, took out a yellow fruit tree from it and handed it to his mouth, and handed it twice before steady.

Zhuo Yang picked up a lighter and lit it for him. "His parents have been looking for him for eight years, and now they are in the county below."

Principal Lang lowered his head and smoked fiercely, and the sparks of the cigarette butts in the smoke continued to brighten.

Suddenly, Lang Mao slapped himself hard. "I'm a bastard!"

'Smack! Again, the cigarette butt was fanned and flew out, smashing on the cupboard and sparks flew everywhere.

"I'm a brute! I have been educated by the party for so many years, and I have broken the law knowing the law and buying children from human traffickers, I am sorry for the party and have betrayed the party's trust. I'm a brute! ”

Lang Maocai's face was full of tears, and he slapped himself desperately. Zhuo Yang hurriedly 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, and you saved his life."

Zhuo Yang dared to come directly to Lang Maocai, because he believed that Principal Lang and his grandfather were the same person.

Eight years ago, after Lang Maocai's son and daughter-in-law had a car accident, his wife was also ill, and then he died, and Principal Lang was alone. Everyone in ten miles and eight towns knew him and knew about him, and soon someone traffickers took the initiative to come to the door, taking Lang Dong, who was less than two years old.

Lang Maocai took out all his savings and bought Lang Dong from the traffickers for 20,000 yuan, and since then he has loved him like a treasure, and his grandson has depended on each other.

"Zhuo Yang, Lang Dong...... What was the original name? ”

"Liu Fan."

"Liu Fan, Liu Fan, good sound, good name." Principal Lang wiped away his tears and nodded. "Where is he from?"

"Tianjin."

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