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Zhuo Yangrao was interested in looking at Huang Chengjun in front of him: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Huang, I really can't remember."

"No, no, Teacher Zhuo Yang, I took the liberty. That day, so many compatriots at Yokohama Stadium shook hands with you, and the time has passed so long, how can you remember them one by one."

"Yeah. Is Mr. Huang a native? Still working in Japan?"

"After watching that game, I will go back to my country. Teacher Zhuo Yang, it is true that you told me to come back."

"Oh?"

Under the big locust tree in front of the school, Huang Chengjun told Zhuo Yang his story, without rendering or exaggeration, fifteen to ten. Zhuo Yang was very happy to hear that he was awakened by his own appeal. Zhuo Yang paid tribute to hearing that he volunteered to teach in the mountains. When he heard that he was being teased by the local black fellow in Bender, South Africa, Zhuo Yang laughed.

This is an interesting person! But until this time, Zhuo Yang still regarded Huang Chengjun as an ordinary fan.

The smile on his face shrank, Huang Chengjun said: "Mr. Zhuo Yang..."

"Just call me Zhuo Yang, I also call you Lao Huang."

"Okay. Zhuo Yang, can I take a step to speak? I have a very important thing... I may need your help."

Zhuo Yang looked at Huang Chengjun and did not answer. Huang Chengjun tried to make his expression look natural, but his heart was bursting.

After a standard No. 5 football rolls, Zhuo Yang jumps gently with his toes, turns over a dozen times, and then gently kicks Lang Dong.

"Lang Dong, go inside and practice the ball. I will evaluate it later. I can't beat 50 in one breath. Be careful. I beat your ass."

Lang Dong made a grimace with his tongue out and ran into the school with the ball. Zhuo Yang feels that Xiao Langdong has a sense of aura in football. It's a pity that he hasn't been exposed to formal training before, but now, it may not be too late. Huang Chengjun also stared at Lang Dong until he ran into the playground.

He and Huang Chengjun came to the bridge away from the school entrance, Zhuo Yang turned his hands around and stared at him.

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

Zhuo Yang, a volunteer organization "Baby Go Home", knows that his "18 Charity Fund" also has a little cooperation with "Baby Go Home", mainly for financial support.

Zhuo Yang believes in the facts stated by Huang Chengjun, because he doesn't need to lie to himself. And Zhuo Yang understands Huang Chengjun’s concern about this matter, because he also knows the Chinese countryside.

Before going abroad to study, the old Zhuo family's ancestral house was in a village on the southern outskirts of Xi'an. Zhuo Yang often went back to play. He is well aware of the habits of the folks. Zhuo Yang believes that if he is in trouble outside, as long as he runs to the village and yells, "Someone is bullying me", the men, women and children in the village will swarm up without asking the enemies of the invaders. Walk around.

No matter how big the official is, there are lots of trenches. The folks never asked why the enemy came or how many the enemy was, only where the enemy was.

Zhuo Yang can make the villagers love so much, only because he has a grandfather, and the principal Lang Maocai is the grandfather himself. Huang Chengjun had all the worries he understood very well, so he could not go to Mayor Xiao, because it was useless, because this is the village of the villagers.

"Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry, I know to cause you trouble. But Liu Fan... Lang Dong's biological parents are now waiting in the county guest house. They are only in their thirties, but their hair has been gray for eight years. Here, their tears are already crying."

Zhuo Yang looked at the gurgling stream under the bridge, the water flow was clear and bottomed, and there were small hemps drilling among the ragged stone moss.

"Well, old Huang." Zhuo Yang said: "I'll find a way. Before that, you and your colleagues don't have to do anything, wait for my news."

"Zhuo Yang..., what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find Principal Lang."

Huang Chengjun was not surprised, did not refute, he believed Zhuo Yang, because Zhuo Yang is his spiritual belief.

"Okay! I listen to you everything."

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The home of Principal Lang Maocai is in the school, he has lived here for 45 years. The small residence between the coat and the school is his entire life.

When Zhuo Yang walked in, Lang Mao was pouring the hot water that had just been cooked on the stove into the big tea pot. When he saw him come in, he quickly put down the aluminum pot and put the glass next to it to Zhuo Yang. The tea in the cup was light. Yang.

"Zhuo Yang, drink some water quickly. Drink some herbal tea to quench your thirst. The sun is hot today." Southwest of July, even in the mountains, can still feel the violent 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 really relieve the heat. Zhuo Yang put the cup back on the low table and looked at Lang Maocai sitting opposite. The old headmaster took out the smoke and lighter in his pocket and put it on the table. He knows that Zhuo Yang does not smoke, but this is his habitual movement to entertain guests for 45 years.

"Principal Lang, how did Lang Dong come?"

The air has solidified! Lang Mao stopped all his movements like a sculpture, and only the big tea pot was smoking a hot white smoke in the room.

"Is it...Lang Dong's...biological parents found it?" Lang Maocai's old face showed surprise and... despair~lightnovelpub.net~ Zhuo Yang closed his eyes and nodded gently.

Lang Mao only groped his cigarette case with a trembling hand, took out a yellow fruit tree from his hand and handed it to his mouth. He handed it twice before it stabilized.

Zhuo Yang picked up the lighter and lit it for him. "His father and mother have been searching for eight years, and they are now in the lower county."

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

Suddenly, Lang Mao pulled himself hard. "My jerk!"

'Snapped! ‘It’s another look, the cigarette butts are fanned out and hit the cabinet with sparks splashing around.

"I am a beast! I have been educated by the party for so many years, and I know that the law breaks the law and buys children from the traffickers. I am sorry for the party and have failed the party's trust. I am a beast!"

Lang Maocai's face covered with ravines and tears, and he slaps his face desperately. Zhuo Yang quickly stopped him and held the old man's hand tightly.

"Principal Lang, if it were not for you, Lang Dong might have been dead eight years ago. You saved his life."

Zhuo Yang dare to come directly to Lang Maocai, because he believes that Principal Lang and Grandpa are the same person.

Eight years ago, after the car accident of Lang Maocai's son and daughter-in-law, his wife couldn't afford to fall ill anymore, and then he let go, and the principal Lang was alone. Everyone in Shili Baxiang knew him and knew about his affairs, and soon a trafficker took the initiative to come to the door and took Lang Dong, who was less than two years old.

Lang Mao took out all his savings and bought Lang Dong from the traffickers for 20,000 yuan. From then on, he loved the treasure, and his grandson and grandson lived together.

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

"Liu Fan."

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

"Tianjin."

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