The black-bellied old man is completely broken

The next day, the two woke up early.

The sky looked very bad, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sun was obscured by gray clouds, making people drowsy.

A few gray crows flew by, and let down a few mournful cries.

Gu Liangcheng's keen sense of smell caught some moisture in the air, it looked like it was going to rain, and he had to get out of here before the mountain rain came.

Otherwise, once it rained on that kind of dirt road, Wang Qian would definitely not be able to stand the bumps.

So the village branch secretary was asked to advance the donation activities.

It was held at a school not far from the village, and people from all over the world brought their children to watch the fun, saying that a benefactor came to our village to donate to the school.

Local reporters also came to interview the donation.

The condition of the original school was quite poor. There were only a few bungalows, a classroom full of small stools, no desks, and only a small playground outside without any sports equipment. It was just covered with small stones, some of which were very beautiful. , is colored.

The children wearing red scarves all smiled, and each held a small red flower, dedicating it to the handsome Gu Liangcheng.

Wang Qian was classified as a great benefactor, standing beside Gu Liangcheng, the local reporter raised his camera and took pictures of the stage.

It’s not exciting, only the petal-like smiling faces of the children, who were flushed from the cold, came into my mind, paired with plain clothes with patches, and tattered shoes, which were repeatedly played back in the brain like movie clips.

The little mute timidly hid in the corner, his eyes full of longing. Perhaps for him, going to school was impossible in his life.

Wang Qian spotted him at a glance, and his heart was wrenched, but it was difficult to say anything on stage.

The principal is also an old man, a part-time teacher, who is shaking hands with Gu Liangcheng warmly, with tears in his eyes, and said a lot of touching words to the audience.

Gu Liangcheng, with a playful braid on the back of his head, held an envelope in both hands, walked steadily to the front, and put the envelope into the donation box in a serious manner.

There was a burst of thunderous applause from the audience.

Standing behind him, Wang Qian raised his eyebrows and smiled. For the first time, he felt that his back was so beautiful.

Then the secretary of the village branch announced the completion of the donation ceremony. Some villagers lit firecrackers, some reporters sent flowers to take pictures, and there was a lot of noise.

When Lun arrived at the interview session, a reporter suddenly raised his mobile phone, found a photo of Gu Liangcheng and Wang Qian kissing, and asked loudly: "Mr. Gu, I heard that you have repeatedly exposed kissing a gentleman on the street in City A. It seems to be you. The gentleman next to me, may I ask if these photos are true?"

As soon as this question came out, the smiles on the faces of the villagers and the principal disappeared instantly, and everyone cast shocked glances at Gu Liangcheng.

A man kissing another man was almost unheard of for the simple villagers.

Gu Liangcheng raised his eyelids and glanced at the reporter. There was no dust on the white sneakers, a white shirt, and a professional jacket. He looked like a very pure female college student.

It should be from the city, probably sent by the enemy to tear down the stage.

Before answering, Xie Yuan came forward to resolve the embarrassment: "We are only here to donate the teaching building. Regarding other issues, I am sorry, we have the right to remain silent."

But the female reporter was relentless: "Isn't that bad, why are so many folks watching?"

Xie Yuan just wanted to refute something, but Gu Liangcheng pushed him away, walked slowly to the edge of the podium, squatted down gracefully, lifted the straight trouser legs with his slender fingertips like jade, and drew a smile on his handsome face at the female reporter Meaning: "Sister, you just graduated from college?"

The female reporter was taken aback, not understanding why he asked herself this question, so she had to answer truthfully: "Yes."

"Oh, have you had a boyfriend yet?" Gu Liangcheng's blue eyes were deep.

Deliberately squatting down to sit on an equal footing with her, but bursting out with overwhelming aura.

The female reporter was inexplicably scared, and took a few steps back: "Mr. Gu shouldn't be concerned about this, right?"

"That……"

Gu Liangcheng walked her phone away and glanced at the photo on the screen. It was a photo of him and Wang Qian kissing at the playground some time ago. Not to mention, the photo was pretty good.

Hooked lips smiled slightly, "Then you take these composite photos and ask me this kind of question, are you trying to pursue me?"

"composite picture???"

The villagers exclaimed: "What is a composite photo?"

A primary school student jumped out and explained: "I know, it's just a fake photo. The original photo of two people can be synthesized into one photo through computer graphics!"

Gu Liangcheng couldn't stop laughing, and slapped his hands: "Correct, so it's good to read more!"

The villagers didn't understand it very well, but they grasped the word cheating!

It turns out that this girl wanted to court our great benefactor through a fake photo!

Someone couldn't help but blamed the reporter: "Girl, you look so innocent, why do you use such methods?"

"That's right, it's too shameless, I'm afraid you want the money from your benefactor?"

"That's right, it's said that people in the city have deep routines, but there are indeed everyone. Hey, it's better in our countryside..."

The female reporter flushed with anger: "This is not a fake photo, it's..."

"What is that?" The villagers asked Gu Liangcheng.

The female reporter was speechless, but in fact she was bought by Lu Feifei.

These photos were all sent to her by Lu Feifei. Lu Feifei found out from Duan Jin that Gu Liangcheng would take Wang Qian to the mountains for donation activities. Out of revenge, she wanted Gu Liangcheng to embarrass himself in front of the villagers, so she arranged it carefully. this reporter.

It's a pity that this reporter is too immature, so he was defeated by Gu Liangcheng and made himself feel ashamed.

"Yes Yes……"

"Where did you come from?" Gu Liangcheng also asked.

The female reporter received money from her employer, so she must not dare to tell Lu Feifei, not to mention that so many villagers are scrutinizing her, she has no experience, and she doesn't even know how to make up a lie, so she burst into tears.

In the end, he could only cover his face and run away.

"Hey, look, if you ask her where she came from, she can't tell, it must be a fake!" The villagers talked again, and their images of the benefactor increased a lot.

It's just that Wang Qian felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He has a child, so he is still reluctant to admit it in front of the world?

But it is also understandable, after all, he is a great benefactor, and he wants to establish a good image of self-cleaning in front of the children.

The donation ceremony was successfully concluded, and the villagers were very enthusiastic to bring home chicken and duck eggs to express their gratitude. Gu Liangcheng couldn't resist, leaving Xie Yuan and two bodyguards to deal with it.

But myself and Wang Qian went to the mute child's home under the leadership of the village branch secretary.

……

The dilapidated earthen house even tilted a little, looking like it would collapse at any moment.

The room was extremely dark and small, and an old lady was lying on the plank bed, her lower body was paralyzed, and her face was not much bloody.

Gu Liangcheng was afraid that Wang Qian would be thinking wildly, so he asked him to wait at the door, and went in alone with the secretary of the village branch to condolences.

The little mute brought a small stool to Wang Qian, and motioned him to sit with a smile on his face.

Wang Qian smiled at him after sitting down, patted his little shoulder and asked, "Do you want to go to school?"

The little mute was stunned, and then, two crystal clear tears fell out of his eyes, he nodded vigorously, and shook his head again.

"Why are you nodding and shaking your head?" Wang Qian laughed, reaching out his hand to wipe away his tears.

The little mute pointed to his throat, tears welling up like a fountain.

Wang Qian felt sad for a while, turned his head and glanced at Gu Liangcheng who was chatting with the old lady in the room, and leaned into the little mute's ear and asked in a low voice: "Do you like that handsome uncle in there?"

The little mute nodded vigorously again.

"When he comes out, you rush to hug his thigh and call him daddy..."

Dad said two words, but he choked abruptly, after all, the little mute can't speak.

After thinking about it for a while, I had an idea, "Come on, I'll teach you how to lip-synthesize, Dad..."

"Ah, ah..." The little mute neighed twice.

Wang Qian reached his lower lip and continued to teach: "b, a, ba dad..."

After repeating it several times, the little mute finally made a sound similar to a cat screaming: "Papa..."

"Right, that is it!"

As if he had taught his son to call daddy, Wang Qian slapped his thigh, "You can hold his thigh and call him like that later, he is your beneficiary daddy, I guarantee that as soon as he is happy, he will make you a professional deaf-mute school, you know?"

The little mute's eyes lit up, as if he couldn't believe that there was a school for the deaf and dumb in the world, and then dimmed again, pointing to the old lady in the room, as if he couldn't let her go.

Wang Qian's heart was touched again. Sure enough, the children of the poor have been in charge of the family for a long time. Remembering that he was brought up by his grandmother, he couldn't let go of many things. He grabbed the little mute's cheek and pinched him: "Don't worry, the gold master's father is very smart. I'll figure it out for you!"

The little mute looked very moved, hugged him and sobbed, and after crying, he made some random gestures, signaling Wang Qian to wait here, and he was going to the house to get something.

Wang Qian didn't understand what he said, so he just nodded.

The air in the mountains is good, and an unknown old tree covers the earthen house all over the place, bearing some bright red fruits that cannot be named.

Wang Qian folded his eyes, cupped his stomach with his palms, and had a slight smile on his lips.

The little guy grows up quickly, and when he grows up, his father will teach you how to speak!

Just as he was thinking, the little mute came out. He stood under the eaves and sneered at Wang Qian. He picked up a glass jar with his small hand, only the lid of the glass jar was exposed, and shook it to this side, letting out a sigh of relief. sound.

It seemed that he wanted to give Wang Qian his most precious treasure.

Wang Qian was still sitting on the small stool, couldn't help laughing, "What is it?"

But as soon as he asked, the beam on the little dumb's head was obviously loose!

Because it is that kind of earthen house, the roof has beams built with wooden piles interlaced to support the entire roof.

But this earthen house is too old, so there are signs of loose beams.

"careful!"

Without even thinking about it, Wang Qian rushed over, wanting to take the little mute away!

but,

Just as he rushed over to protect the little mute, a huge wooden stake fell from the roof with a "crash"!

The time was so fast that he had no time to dodge. He felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and he and the little mute were patted onto the ground!