Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Where are those two children now?

Several old people looked at each other, but they didn't seem to be very clear.

"I only heard that the two children were adopted by a family named Qi." An old lady said slowly.

"Surname Qi?" Leng Wanyin captured important information.

"Maybe the surname is Ji." The old lady lost a lot of her teeth, and her speech was a little slurred.

"Do you still know the approximate location of that family and where they live?" Leng Wanyin pressed her heart, trying not to look so excited.

Several old people chattered for a while, and mentioned two or three places uncertainly. Leng Wanyin took out her mobile phone and wrote down one by one. After leaving Shigouzi Village, she rushed to the next village without stopping.

The sheep-herding old man has been following the team, acting as a translator and leading the way. After two or three days of investigation, he went to two villages and asked the villagers one by one, but there was no gain, and the old man was a little bit overwhelmed.

"I said how long have you been looking for?" The old man felt that this job was more strenuous than herding sheep. He was working as an interpreter every day, and his voice was almost hoarse.

"This happened more than ten years ago, and people with bad memories have already forgotten it."

"Since people have been here, there will always be traces." Leng Wanyin wiped her face with a towel, raised her hand and simply tied her hair with a rubber band.

"As long as I find a little evidence, I can mobilize more professionals to look for them. These are the two children of our Leng family. No matter how much it costs, we will not give up looking for them."

The old man sighed, looking at the woman in the red jacket in front of him, he felt a little admiration.

The dainty young lady in the city has been looking for so long in the mountain nest, eating and sleeping all day long, where she can't go by car, and she walks without saying a word when her feet are bleeding, she is more stubborn than those old men.

"Ahead, turn over this slope, and you will be Qingshipan Village." The old man pointed with a sheep-herding whip, "There are not many people in this village, but anyone with a little ability has gone out."

Leng Wanyin nodded, led the bodyguards over the hillside, and saw the village below.

"This time, it's the same as before, asking door to door, and inform me immediately if there is news." Leng Wanyin quickly assigned the task, turned on the walkie-talkie at her waist, brought a bodyguard, and walked towards the first house at the head of the village.

Leng Wanyin knocked on the door for a long time before an old woman on crutches came, pulled up the latch tremblingly, and looked curiously at the city people in front of her.

"Old man, do you know that there was a family here more than ten years ago that adopted two boys, the older one was five years old and the younger one was three years old." Leng Wanyin's voice was also a little hoarse.

The old woman sized up the two people in front of her for a moment, but didn't speak immediately.

Leng Wanyin immediately realized that the old lady in front of her must know something.

"Old man, we are not bad people." Leng Wanyin smiled as kindly as possible, "We just came to understand the situation."

Leng Wanyin looked at the bodyguard next to her, who immediately understood, quickly took out the money from her backpack, and stuffed it into the old woman's hand.

"No." The old woman shook her head again and again, "I don't know that family well, they have already moved out of the village."

"Have they lived here?" Leng Wanyin regained her energy in an instant.

"After the family picked up the two children, because they were too poor to survive, they dragged the family and the family to the city to seek a living." The old woman said tremblingly.

Suddenly a voice came from the walkie-talkie at Leng Wanyin's waist, reporting one after another.

The Ji family used to be from this village!

Under the memories of the villagers, Leng Wanyin led people to the place where Ji's family used to live, an extremely dilapidated courtyard, the earthen house in the courtyard was already couched, and the courtyard was full of weeds, poor and barren.

Leng Wanyin closed her eyes and took a deep breath, commanding the bodyguards to move away the collapsed clods, and rummaged through the ruins, hoping to find some evidence of the existence of the two children.

In a small place, more than a dozen bodyguards kept cleaning it. Leng Wanyin simply asked people to nail up a tent next to the dilapidated house, and they took shifts at night to clean it up with a flashlight.

The old man who herds sheep didn’t want to sleep in a tent, so he found a broken house, fiddled with it casually, wrapped his cotton clothes tightly and went to sleep. The next morning, the foreigners had cleared the yard, and it seemed that they had to dig three feet to find one. something is coming.

The old man has nothing to do, wandering around the empty rooms in the village that no one wants, picking up a jar here, picking up an iron block there, no sheep to herd, there must be something to do.

In a relatively well-preserved empty room, the old man saw that there were still many books on the ground, and picked up a few books to go back to burn firewood. When the books were shaken, a few old black and white photos fell out of them.

The old man picked up the photo and looked at it for a while. It seemed that there was a mobile booth that came to the village to take pictures. The family took a few pictures, some of which were taken outdoors. A group of village children leaned beside them curiously, poking their heads. The ones look fresh.

In this photo, the old man took a close look at the photo and saw two little boys, the older one was holding the hand of the younger one, looking eagerly at the person who could take the photo. No.

The old man had a strong premonition, holding the jar and the book, he couldn't wait to find Leng Wanyin who was wrestling with the broken yard, and handed over the photo.

The old man hadn't specifically checked the positions of the two children, but the always strong woman saw the two children at a glance, and tears fell instantly.

Leng Wanyin burst into tears, her fingers trembling, she wiped away the tears that fell on the photo, her voice choked up.

All the bodyguards looked at the old man with admiration in their eyes.

The big guy has been busy all day and night, so it's too late for the old man to pick up a piece of junk!

Leng Wanyin couldn't hide her excitement, and quickly took a black and white photo of the two children with her mobile phone. Just as she was about to call Leng Xiuming, her fingers paused.

Don't tell him about this yet.

Leng Wanyin flipped through the contacts, found the column of "Father", took a deep breath, and pressed the call button.

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"It's really disturbing." Leng Xiuming walked into the villa carrying a bag, with a helpless smile on his face.

"My aunt seems to have made a new discovery, and she left me here alone. No one is willing to give it to me. I really don't know who to talk to about this matter, so I can only come to you."

Wang Zhaomou smiled, took out snacks from the refrigerator, made a simple pot of tea, and put them on the table in the living room.

Leng Xiuming took out a few cans of beer from the bag, as well as some hamburgers, fried chicken, and french fries.

Seeing Wang Zhaomou looking at the hamburger and fries he brought, Leng Xiuming was a little embarrassed.

"When I was in the United States, my grandfather was very strict. I was not allowed to eat these things when I was a child."

Wang Zhaomou smiled politely and poured tea to the guests.

"Mr. Wang, you are the first friend I have met since I came to China." Leng Xiuming sat opposite Wang Zhaomou, opened a can of beer, and smiled brightly.

"Respect for friendship."

Holding the teacup, Wang Zhaomou touched Leng Xiuming lightly.

Leng Xiuming raised his head, his Adam's apple slipped, and he drank the beer in almost a moment. Wang Zhaomou took a sip of tea calmly, sensing that Leng Xiuming seemed to be in a bad mood.

What did his aunt find?

"Mr. Wang, do you still remember the Panlongyu I told you about?"

With the beer in his stomach, Leng Xiuming unbuttoned his suit jacket, took it off and put it on the sofa, raised his hand to insert his half-length curly hair, and casually combed it a few times, showing a messy and fluffy beauty.

"En." Wang Zhaomou held the teacup with a calm expression.

"That piece of Panlong Jade is actually my cousin's relic." Leng Xiuming's eyes showed a bit of loneliness, "My two cousins ​​were brought to Hua by their parents when they were very young, but they didn't want to meet them. To take revenge on the former enemies of the Leng family, there was a car accident, and all four members of the family died."

Wang Zhaomou remained silent and listened quietly.

"No one wants this to happen. After my father heard the news in the United States, he, who had never lost his composure in front of everyone, actually yelled at the reporter on the spot.

My aunt washed her face with tears, kept contacting people in Huaguo, and used all available connections to confirm this matter over and over again.

Grandpa was depressed for a long time because of this. I still remember that one night when I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the living room to drink water, I saw that in the living room downstairs, grandpa was holding a photo of my uncle's family and wiping tears. "

Leng Xiuming seemed to have opened up the chatterbox, picked up a pack of tomato sauce, and squeezed it together.

"For more than ten years, I thought everyone had accepted the reality, but yesterday my aunt actually told me swearingly that she saw my little cousin in a restaurant."

Wang Zhaomou's eyes paused slightly, he raised his teacup, and moistened his lips.

"This is not the first time she said something like this. She said something similar when she was still in Inza before. We almost turned the whole city upside down, and what we found was a Chinese who looked a bit like my uncle. "

Leng Xiuming's eyes were full of helplessness, "We were originally the one who had Panlongyu, but my aunt wanted to find that man again. Maybe he was just like my uncle. I tried to stop her this time, but she said that I was afraid of finding someone else. After my cousin, I can't inherit the Leng family's business!"

Wang Zhaomou quietly glanced at Leng Xiuming.

According to the trajectory of the previous life, Leng Xiuming did not compete with Ji Lianhuo.

"It's so ridiculous!" Leng Xiuming gnawed on the hamburger as if venting, but he didn't look ugly despite his handsome half-race temperament.

Leng Xiuming raised his hand to wipe the sauce on his lips, Wang Zhaomou took out a tissue and handed it over, and spoke naturally.

"If it's true that your cousin is not dead, you do have to compete."

Leng Xiuming took the tissue, wiped off the sauce on his lips, and smiled.

"Taking a step back, I have been trained as the heir of the Leng family for more than ten years. Mr. Wang, do you really think that I will not be able to compete with my two cousins ​​who have been living outside since childhood?"

Wang Zhaomou looked at Leng Xiuming, but didn't speak.

"If they are really alive, after I inherit the Leng family, as long as they live in peace, I will not treat them badly. I will give them enough money to let them live their lives without any worries, but if They insist on fighting against me..." Leng Xiuming dipped French fries in red ketchup, slowly, dragging out a red mark, and looked up at Wang Zhaomou.

"I will not be soft."

Seeing Wang Zhaomou's complexion look serious, Leng Xiuming smiled brightly and put the French fries in his mouth.

"After I came to Su City, I heard some rumors, especially about Mr. Wang's treatment of siblings fighting for family property. I think Mr. Wang and I have a lot in common."

"We may not be the same." Wang Zhaomou looked down at the teacup in his hand.

"We don't need to talk about these non-existent things anymore." Leng Xiuming wiped his hands with paper, and looked around curiously, "Mr. Wang, you probably don't live alone. I seemed to see other people in your villa that day."