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After sleeping too much during the day, Jiang Song couldn't sleep at night.

He opened the photo album on his phone, and one of the folders was locked.

There are photos of Gu Changzhen from childhood to adulthood.

When he was ten years old, Gu Changxi read a book on Jiang Song's lap, and fell asleep while watching.

The shot was shot from top to bottom, and you can see the child's long and straight eyelashes and slightly bulging cheeks.

Also, for his 12th birthday, many of Jiang Song's friends came to join him, and it was very lively.

Everyone in Beijing knows that Jiang Song dotes on his children, to the point of his heart.

The boy was very shy, and gave Jiang Song the first piece of cake he cut.

Flipping through one by one, the boy in the photos seems to be consistent with the gentle and gentle side of Gu Changxi now.

It's as if the child grows up step by step and will grow into a good and trustworthy young man.

But Gu Changxi has another side, which grew out of those hateful eyes at the airport.

Seeing Jiang Song, he became gloomy and indifferent, as if he didn't want to say a word to him.

Jiang Song sighed softly and put away the phone.

Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, procrastinating and chaotic, and it belonged to someone who had been drinking.

Yang Guangyuan's drunken voice pierced through the thin walls, "The mountain treasures here, hiccup, are really speechless, and do you know why? Protecting animals is protecting animals, because if you don't protect them, people will eat them up. What else? There must be a brave man under a heavy reward, the people here have no knowledge at all, a few hundred yuan, first-level and second-level, they will call you back, that's how it feels..."

With the sound of closing the door, Yang Guangyuan's voice became vague, mixed with piercing laughter, "... Jiang Song, what's the matter... Mr. Gu is not so easy to curry favor..."

Jiang Song tried his best to listen through the door, but he couldn't hear the specific content clearly.

After a while, the talking over there stopped, and intermittent snores gradually sounded.

It was a little cold in the room, Jiang Song rolled up the quilt, and continued to read the account verification results sent by Xing Ce.

At about ten o'clock, there were several knocks on the door, hesitantly and lightly.

"Who is it?" Jiang Song asked.

The person at the door didn't answer, but just tapped twice again.

Jiang Song looked out through the old cat's eyes, and he could vaguely see that she was a pretty girl.

He put on the anti-theft chain and opened the door a crack, "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, does Teacher Yang live here?" The little girl looked about eleven or twelve years old, her eyes were big and innocent.

"Teacher Yang?" Jiang Song was a little confused, "Did you find the wrong place?"

"No, Teacher Yang from the city told me to come over to him after school and finish my homework. He lives in this guest house." The little girl blinked and patted her schoolbag, "I brought my homework too. Questions to ask him."

Jiang Song couldn't help but frowned, "What's your name?"

The little girl said in a crisp voice, "My name is Caizhi, Yu Caizhi."

Jiang Song reopened the door, let her into the room, and left the door open, "Ms. Yang you mentioned, is it a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a plaid scarf?"

He described Yang Guangyuan's appearance.

Yu Caizhi nodded, "He said he could take me back to the city to study. There are good schools in the city, and my family doesn't need to spend money."

"Then did he say why he took you back to the city?" Jiang Song asked her gently.

"Because I am in the sixth grade this year, and my grades are the best in our class." The little girl was proud and stubborn, "I will go to junior high school next summer. But we don't have a junior high school here. If I go to the town to study It will cost a lot of money, and my family won’t let me study.”

Jiang Song took a breath slowly, "So Yang...teacher said he would take you to study in the city? Did you tell your family?"

Yu Caizhi shook her head, "Teacher Yang said that he still doesn't understand my foundation, and he needs to feel my foundation before deciding whether to take me to the city. I want to tell my family when it is settled, and give them a surprise .”

Jiang Song probably heard of it.

Capital went to poor areas for inspection, and when he came back, he took a few children with him and asked them to go to school in Beijing.

Indeed, some people feel that it is a pity that good seedlings are buried in the mountains, and they bring them back to cultivate them carefully.

But more is another way of saying it.

The children brought back by these people are all in their teens, including girls and boys. Most of them are beautiful and cute, and they live and eat at the sponsor's home.

After raising them for several years, some of them were sent back to the mountains with nothing to do, and some of them didn't know where to go.

What happened in the middle, no one can say.

It should be said that Yang Guangyuan would show kindness and choose a child to give to Future.

Jiang Song didn't quite believe it.

But he didn't hit the little girl directly. He just said to her: "Teacher Yang may have already rested at this time. We will stay here for one more day tomorrow. You can come back in the daytime. Then call your parents and don't do it yourself." Make a decision."

Yu Caizhi was a little embarrassed, and grabbed the patched padded jacket, "But I still have to go to class during the day."

There was the sound of the door opening with a "twist" outside, and the sound of dragging footsteps was accompanied by Yang Guangyuan's long yawn, "Little girl...why haven't you come yet?"

He walked to Jiang Song's door, "Hey" and looked in, "Xiao Song, so you are here."

Seeing him, Yu Caizhi immediately stood up respectfully and bowed ninety degrees, "Hello, Teacher Yang!"

"Hello, hello, little...Zhi." Yang Guangyuan came in smelling of alcohol and rubbed his hands.

Jiang Song looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

The little girl opened her schoolbag, and handed him a stack of awards, "Mr. Yang, this is an award I won in school. I am No.1 in the class every semester."

Yang Guangyuan took it and looked at it perfunctorily, stretched out his hand and pinched Yu Caizhi's face, "It's really good, it's really good."

"Mr. Yang, do you still remember the purpose of this trip?" Jiang Song asked him quietly.

"Supporting poverty-stricken mountainous areas! Why don't I remember?" Yang Guangyuan burped again, "A child as good as Xiaozhi, who is going to do it in the future, so what, a scientist, right?"

Yu Caizhi looked up at him, eyes full of anticipation, "Mr. Yang, can I go to the capital to study?"

Yang Guangyuan laughed "hehe" twice, took the little girl's hand and touched it back and forth, "What's wrong with that? Xiaozhi is so beautiful, can't she go to study somewhere?"

The little girl seemed a little scared, she pulled her hand back, "Teacher Yang..."

Yang Guangyuan held onto her hand with drunken eyes, "Look at this hand, the teacher can read palmistry, and it looks like you are..."

"Yang Guangyuan." Jiang Song pulled the obviously frightened little girl behind him, "You drank too much."

"Drink too much? How could it be?" Yang Guangyuan pointed to his temple, "I'm never more awake than now."

"The little girl is always going to grow up. I have to teach her in advance, so as not to take her back later and disobey discipline." He said, laughing with yellow teeth all over his mouth.

"She's still a child, don't talk nonsense." Jiang Song knelt down and said to the teary little girl, "Go to the opposite side and find Uncle Xing, and tell him that Jiang Song let you go."

Yu Caizhi nodded in panic, and was about to go out when Yang Guangyuan stopped her like an eagle pouncing on a chicken, "Don't go."

He turned to Jiang Song again, "This is your fault. Everyone knows why you left Gu Changxi behind. Why? Only state officials are allowed to set fires, but ordinary people are not allowed to light lamps?"

Jiang Song looked at him with disgust, "What are you talking about?"

Yang Guangyuan smiled "hehe", "It's just the two of us, you don't need to pretend. You like men, right? Gu Changxi looks like that, how attractive are you? As long as you are really a good and innocent uncle, Would he hate you so much? It's because you couldn't control him later. "

In front of the children, Jiang Song didn't want to swear, so he twisted Yang Guangyuan and pushed, "Get out."

But Yang Guangyuan refused to leave, "What? I poked a sore spot? But it doesn't matter, Gu Changzhen is too old to play with. If you like tender ones, don't you want as many as you want? Even now, I don't mind sharing it with you either..."

Jiang Song put his foot on his stomach, "You bastard! You are also a human being!"

"Hey!" Yang Guangyuan rolled on the ground clutching his stomach, and Yu Caizhi ran out with her schoolbag in her arms.

"Jiang Song, you know who is behind me, how dare you be so arrogant!" Yang Guangyuan stood up while leaning on the wall in pain, "In your current situation, even if I want to sleep you, it's not impossible !"

"Oh, is that so?" A leisurely voice sounded behind him, "Then who is behind you?"

Yang Guangyuan, who had just stood up, had his legs go limp and knelt down again, more than half sober, "Gu Gu Gu, Mr. Gu!"

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the guest house was brightly lit.

Jiang Song and Gu Changxi sat together, and Xing Ce next to him led Yu Caizhi who was still shivering.

It turned out that Yu Caizhi's father was the secretary, and he was staring at Yang Guangyuan with a livid face.

The old village head sat in the middle, sighing constantly.

Yang Guangyuan has regained some of his composure, and said with style, "I called everyone here at night, in fact, I want to discuss it with everyone. I want to take Xiaozhi back to study and give her better conditions for studying and living."

The village head turned to look at the little girl, "You told Mr. Yang that you want to go to school in the city?"

With tears all over Yu Caizhi's face, she shook her head desperately, "No, I won't go."

"Jiang Song was also in a hurry just now, and he would do it without saying a few words. Look, he scared the child." Yang Guangyuan also took out a tissue and gave it to Yu Caizhi, "Uncle Jiang just looks arrogant, but in fact he is quite a good person. "

Yu Caizhi didn't dare to pick it up, and kept hiding behind Jiang Song.

"Secretary, ask someone to take the child home." The old village head sighed.

After Caizhi left, Jiang Song said, "Yang Guangyuan, everyone is sitting here now, and you don't have to hide your dirty thoughts anymore. Today you have to speak clearly about what's going on."

"What's there to say? In the past, people picked up children from here every year, the village head and secretary, don't you know?" Yang Guangyuan crossed his legs, as if he wanted to see Jiang Song's joke.

The secretary patted the table hard, "Why are you so shameless when you say something out of conscience!"

The village head pressed him down, "Stop talking! You are here to do good deeds, why are you so angry?"

"They are here to do something good!" Hearing this, the secretary became even more angry and choked up: "I pick up so many babies every year, saying that they eat and dress outside, and the babies cry when they call , dare not say anything! They said it was a donation, but the money was taken away as soon as it was brought in, and the water used to irrigate the crops was not as fast as their money! I couldn’t even see a shadow!”

Yang Guangyuan stood up abruptly, "What do you think you are? I donate money and you want money. If I make you kneel, you won't be able to stand up, believe it or not?"

"Donate money, donate money, what about the money you donated? You come to eat and drink a lot, and lead the children to the city. I don't know what to do. I haven't seen any children read it out in all these years!" The secretary stalked Neck, blushing and thick neck.

"Be careful what you say, don't think that you can talk nonsense because you are a countryman. Believe it or not, I will sue you for slander. In this life, I will teach you to squat in the bureau and not get out!" Yang Guangyuan pointed at the secretary's nose, spitting stars flying all over the place .

The village chief waved his hands in a dilemma, "Speak well if you have something to say, and if you have something to say, please say it well. There is no misunderstanding here... The gentlemen are all nobles, so please don't say a few words, secretary!"

"What should I say?" The secretary waved his hands, "No matter how well you say it, they are also liars! If you don't give money, I don't think it's a big deal. We poor people are poor! But our children can't treat liars as benefactors! Our village Mr. Jiang is the only benefactor, the others are all bullshit!"

"You wait," Yang Guangyuan took out his mobile phone and pretended to make a call, "I will contact the lawyer now, and by tomorrow morning, the whole of China will know how you ungrateful beggars slandered your benefactors! "

Jiang Song held a golden leaf between his fingertips, and took a slow mouthful, "Slander, first of all, must be a lie. If the secretary's statement is true, then there is no such thing as slander or non-slander."

"What do you mean by that? Can't you understand the good words? Can't you hear that he scolded you together?" Yang Guangyuan looked at Jiang Song in disbelief.

"Why did he scold me? The money I donated is going through the process, and part of it is already being transferred in. It will soon be used for the purchase of teaching aids and the recruitment of teaching staff. I have already asked Xing Ce to list the recruitment of teachers with high salaries. I have What can you be scolded for?" Jiang Song calmly smoked.

The secretary was taken aback, and looked at him, "Are you serious?"

Jiang Song dusted off the cigarette ash, "Tomorrow morning at the latest, you will receive the notification. Xing Ce also went to work for those parents who asked to drop out of school. Most of them are willing to wait, and those students will probably go back to school tomorrow." Resume class."

The village chief happily grabbed his hand, "Why didn't you tell me about these things? I'm really worried!"

"I thought this was a normal donation process, and I planned to follow up with you tomorrow." Jiang Song said gently, then looked at Yang Guangyuan, "I just didn't expect Yu Caizhi to come over tonight."

When mentioning her daughter, the secretary would pick up Yang Guangyuan's collar, "She is only 12 years old, you are like an animal..."

Yang Guangyuan broke away from the secretary's hand, and turned angry at Jiang Song: "Jiang Song, you are young and have never done anything, so don't break the rules and make things difficult for everyone!"

"What are you talking about?" Gu Changxi said slowly.

Yang Guangyuan seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw, and he was angry at Jiang Song, "You didn't donate this money alone. Besides the Wu family I represent, there is also Mr. Gu here? Don't make up your own mind here, you say this money How to deal with it?"

Speaking of which, Jiang Song was indeed not that confident, and subconsciously glanced at Gu Changxi.

Gu Changxi has been leaning against the window with his hands folded, seemingly interested, but also seems to have nothing to do with him.

Hearing Yang Guangyuan's roll call, he seemed to realize that he should also participate in the discussion.

"Boss Yang asked me," he chuckled, "Don't you think it's redundant?"

The straw Yang Guangyuan was holding on to was obviously about to sink.

He asked resentfully: "President Gu, what joke are you talking about?"

"It is written in black and white on the notification that Mr. Jiang Songjiang is the main donor. That means that Mr. Jiang will make the decision on how to manage the donation. Is there any doubt about it?" Gu Changxi shrugged as if Explaining these two sentences to Yang Guangyuan is a waste of his time.

Yang Guangyuan was a little annoyed, "I think the two of you are still too young. It is reasonable to say that you have been doing donation follow-up in the first year. The Wu family has been doing it for several years and has much more experience than you. If you follow suit, you will not If you are at a disadvantage, why do you have to make such a show of harming others and benefiting yourself?"

Jiang Song couldn't help laughing, "The experience you mentioned, wouldn't it be to get back the donated money and trick the children out of the mountains?"

Yang Guangyuan's voice couldn't help but raise his voice, "It's all about money for fame, so don't pretend to be aloof here! Don't meddle like your father, or you will end up with him!"

Jiang Song raised his head suddenly, "What did you say?"

"What are you talking about? People who say meddling in their own business will not be able to get along sooner or later, and they will be punished!" Yang Guangyuan still smelled of alcohol, but he vaguely said, "I'm all for your own good, since you stay In this circle, I should have known who I should look at!"

"I don't know who to look at, but I know that fraudulent donations and molesting young girls are probably enough for Mr. Yang to get out of jail. By then, guess if the Wu family will get their hands dirty because of you?" Jiang Song looked at him coldly, with every word to his heart.

"Okay, I'm not as good at talking as you, then let's wait and see!" Yang Guangyuan said angrily, and strode out of the room.

Early the next morning, the village head and secretary came to thank Jiang Song through the door, "We have received part of the donation, and the manufacturer contacted us to send tables and chairs!"

Jiang Song slept late yesterday, still holding a bird's nest.

He rubbed his eyes, "Well, there seems to be news about Xing Ce's recruitment. It's pretty fast. Don't worry."

"Don't worry, don't worry," the village chief bowed to him gratefully, "We misunderstood you before, and we really neglected you."

"It's nothing to be negligent or negligent." Jiang Song waved his hand, "The Baiyun Mountain project is something that my father hasn't finished. I'm just helping him deal with the aftermath."

The secretary who had been silent all this time scratched his head, feeling a little guilty, "Mr. Jiang Zhengguo...is that your father?"

Jiang Song nodded.

The secretary took half a step back and gave him a deep bow.

Jiang Song quickly reached out to help him, "What are you doing?"

"Our school can be built here, thanks to Mr. Jiang's kindness. In the past few years... I can't say anything. I thought I was going to ruin the old man's hard work... and I misunderstood you so deeply." The secretary lowered his head head, with an apologetic face.

Just as Jiang Song was about to comfort him, Gu Changxi's laughter came from the corridor, "Doesn't the secretary still want to ask for Mr. Jiang's letter? Now is a good opportunity."

The secretary couldn't believe it, "The name of the school...was written by you?"

Jiang Song was a little embarrassed, "I'm ashamed to say it, I haven't written it for many years."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't written it before, I didn't expect the owner of the calligraphy to come in person," the master said incoherently, "If you are willing to forgive me for my previous offense, can you write another picture for the children?"

Jiang Songting readily agreed, laid out paper and ink, re-wrote the name of the school for them, and sent it to the town to engrave a plaque.

After lunch at the village chief's house, Gu Changxi had some work to do, so he went back to the guest house first.

Jiang Song sat lazily in the yard, chatting with the village chief while basking in the sun.

A half-human-tall dog jolted over, sniffed around him, wagged its tail and circled around him.

"Oh, Huzi regards you as his own family." The village head smiled, a little bit embarrassed, "This dog will recognize good people. It also liked Mr. Jiang very much back then. It followed wherever it went. It is very spiritual."

"It has seen my father?" Jiang Song patted the dog's head, and the tiger sat down obediently immediately, panting at him "hachihachi".

"This is the dog my son has raised to drive the mountains for many years. It's just that his family moved into the city and left the dog here." The village chief sighed, a little embarrassed.

"My father really likes dogs, but he doesn't have much chance to raise them." Jiang Song hasn't mentioned his father for a long time, and now talking to the village chief, his mind is much calmer.

"It can be seen that Huzi would take him around the mountains in the past. At that time, Mr. Jiang was so strong that he could walk with Huzi on the mountain for a long time." The village chief seemed to remember something, "Eh? You think I don’t want to walk around, the tiger is very familiar, you just follow him around, tell it ‘go home’ when you are tired, and it will know.”

"Okay." Jiang Song couldn't tell what it was like to be able to walk the road his father walked in the past, but he seemed to be able to get some comfort.

"The forest around here is not deep, and there are no big animals. Huzi knows it and won't lead you around." The village chief picked up a wooden stick from the yard and gave it to him. Snakes, but there may be traps put by hunters. When walking, we should still hit the grass, so don’t go far.”

Knowing that he was going to the mountain, Hu Zi happily circled around Jiang Song, barking twice.

It was still early, and Jiang Song followed the lively tiger for a walk along the mountain stream.

At first glance, this road is often visited by people, and it is relatively smooth.

Many trees in the forest are still hanging with tiny fruits that have not had time to fall, and the air is fragrant with the damp and cool soil before spring.

My father once brought hope to this mountain. How did you feel when you walked this road?

Does Yang Guangyuan's "same fate" mean that he may also know about it?

Fires cannot be lit in the mountains, so Jiang Song walked slowly by the stream with an unlit golden leaf between his hands.

He didn't notice the unusual silence around him and the gradually darkening sky.

Until a thunderclap sounded, the mountains seemed to be trembling.

Jiang Song recovered from his contemplation, turned around but didn't see Huzi.

"Tiger!" he called into the empty woods.

The only answer to him was the wind.

Jiang Song didn't come back until the evening.

Gu Changxi went to the village chief's house, "Where's Mr. Jiang? Director Xing has something to do with him."

In the winter, the village chief was sweating, "He took the tiger out at noon, and he should have come back a long time ago, but..."

The spring breeze-like smile on Gu Changxi's face slowly froze, "But what?"

"He couldn't get through on the phone, and he has already called everyone in the village to look for him, and all the dogs in the village to drive the mountains have been sent out!" The village chief was in a hurry.

Outside the window, I thought of the rolling thunder again, and the dark clouds weighed heavily on the horizon.

The village chief looked up at the young man by the door, and a chill slowly crept up his back.

He hurriedly explained: "It won't go far, and I will definitely find it."

The young man who had always been gentle and calm seemed to have shed a layer of skin, and his face was so gloomy that he looked like a murderous god emerging from the dark night.

Seeing him turn around and walk out, the village chief stopped him fearfully, "It will rain soon, and you are not familiar with mountain roads, so just wait at home!"

Gu Changxi raised his head and looked in the direction of the forest, and said softly, "It's best for you, don't let me find him first."

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