Han Zhou made some plans and decided to go to Taizi Valley in the evening.
However, it was rare to have a free afternoon, so Han Zhou sent a message to Chuck Yong: "Brother Yong, where are you? I'm sending you a script."
Han Zhou had already agreed with Chuck Ceyong that there would be a movie, and Chuck Ceyong had privately asked several times when filming would start.
Now it’s almost time to give the script to Chuck Cheung, and we’ll be ready to start filming in June.
Zhang Ceyong quickly sent an address to Han Zhou.
Han Zhou looked at it, zoomed out the map, and tilted his head.
Zhang Ceyong's location is very close to Taizi Valley.
The key is that if you want to go to Taiziyu Cemetery, you have to go through the avenue where Zhang Ceyong is.
If you take the trail, you will be blocked along the way.
As for this Beijing-Hong Kong-Macao Avenue, you can just walk to the FT District, and then go down Jurisdiction Road.
"Then I'll be here in a moment."
This relationship is good, and there is no need to travel too much. We are moving in the same direction, with a favorable wind.
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When Han Zhou was about to arrive, he sent a message to Zhang Ceyong: "Brother Yong, I have five minutes, where is the specific position?"
Zhang Ceyong sent the location again, and then told Han Zhou: "You wait here, I will come out."
Han Zhou took a look and found that the place where Zhang Ceyong was sent this time was the Xiaoqinghua Welfare Home.
Han Zhou asked in confusion: "Is there any event?"
Chuck Yong replied: "Privately."
Han Zhou: "Then I go in to find you?"
Chuck Yong took a while before replying: "Okay."
When CCTV's car took Han Zhou to Xiaoqinghua Welfare Home.
Zhang Ceyong's agent, Sister Zhen, was dumbfounded. When she saw Han Zhou coming down, she hurriedly said: "Drive this car away quickly."
Yan A00023 is okay. Who doesn’t know that this is the license plate number of Shen Xixiong, director of the Yangma Station?
If the reporter knew that this car was coming to the orphanage, the place would be surrounded in no time.
Han Zhou scratched his head and turned around to tell the driver that he could go back.
The driver drove all the way back.
Han Zhou then followed Sister Zhen into the welfare home: "Private event? Brother Yong is doing charity, isn't it allowed to be photographed by the media?"
Sister Zhen: "If you do charity work, people will say you are showing off. If you don't do charity work, people will say you have no love."
"So, if you want to do charity, just do it quietly. If someone scolds you, just show off the things you did for charity before."
Han Zhou thought about it and it was right.
There are also celebrities in China who are doing charity work in organizations, but even in this case, it is inevitable that someone will come in and put on a show.
It made the big boss of the organization angry.
As for Zhang Ceyong's level, he can organize liaison with his own team and do it himself.
After entering the orphanage, Sister Zhen went directly into the building.
Han Zhou saw a child tilting his head and looking at him.
So I stopped and turned to look at him.
The little boy was startled: "Ah!"
Back quickly.
Han Zhou didn't know why he scared the children, so he smiled kindly and said, "Children, don't be afraid of me. I don't eat children."
The little boy was relieved: "I know you don't eat children."
Han Zhou was confused: "Then why are you so afraid?"
The little boy stared at Han Zhou again: "Uncle, you are so strange. Why can't you see but know that I am looking at you?"
Han Zhou didn't react for a moment and was stunned for a moment before he figured out the logic.
This is a welfare home. Many caring people will come here, and many people who have been rescued will come back.
A large proportion of these people were abandoned by their parents because of physical disabilities.
Therefore, there are many blind people among them.
Blind people always wear sunglasses.
In reality, except for drivers and blind people, there are basically not many people who wear sunglasses everywhere. Of course, celebrities who show off are one of them.
However, the drivers who come here must take off their sunglasses when they get off the bus.
And they rarely have contact with celebrities.
So the little boy thought that Han Zhou was blind. He looked at Han Zhou, but Han Zhou turned his head to face him instead of facing him with his ears. So the unusual scene shocked the little boy.
Han Zhou took off his sunglasses: "Haha, the sun is too big to cover the sun."
The little boy's eyes were full of something called curiosity.
For the first time in his life, he heard that sunglasses can block the sun.
Han Zhou handed over the sunglasses: "I'm here to play with you."
The little boy looked at the sunglasses longingly, then shook his head: "No, it doesn't look very fun."
The little boy suppressed his curiosity and changed the subject: "Brother, I thought you were an uncle because you were wearing sunglasses."
Han Zhou smiled: "You can call me uncle, or big brother."
Little boy: "Brother, can you play hopscotch?"
Han Zhou: "? Will...?"
The little boy took Han Zhou and went to hopscotch.
Han Zhou only figured it out after playing with him.
Here, hopscotch is generally only played by girls.
Now, Chuck Ceyong was inside handing out gifts to the children, so the little boy secretly came out to play hopscotch and happened to see Han Zhou coming over.
After handing out the gifts, Chuck Cheung looked back at Sister Zhen, who whispered: "Han Zhou is outside."
Zhang Ceyong thought Han Zhou didn't want to come in, so he didn't say much and continued to hand out gifts.
After a while, after giving out the gifts, Chuck was sweating and stood aside watching the happy children laughing, and he also smiled very happily.
Then he said: "Han Zhou is playing hopscotch with a little boy outside."
Chuck never knew what the game of hopscotch was: "Hopscotch?"
"Jump off the building?"
"Playing with the kids and jumping off the building?"
Chuck Cheyong ran away.
After running out, Zhang Ceyong saw the lines drawn with chalk on the ground and realized that hopscotch was a game.
Many years ago, the hopscotch game was also very popular across the Taiwan Strait. Later, as the Taiwan Strait was a coastal area, it was the first to come into contact with foreign things. Therefore, those of Zhang Ceyong’s generation had rarely seen this old game.
But now, hopscotch has become popular again across the Taiwan Strait, so Zhang Ceyong just missed it and doesn't know what hopscotch is.
Han Zhou saw that Chuck Ceyong came out, stopped, touched the little boy's head, and looked at Chuck Ceyong: "Brother Yong, are you done?"
Zhang Ceyong smiled: "Would you like to go in and say hello to the children?"
Then he walked up to the little boy and said, "Why did you sneak out after giving out gifts?"
The little boy squinted his eyes and showed an innocent smile: "I don't like the textbooks you handed out, don't send them to me."
After saying that, he ran away.
Zhang Ceyong smiled.
It turned out that you were here when the candy was distributed. Now that the textbooks are being distributed, you ran away first?
Han Zhou looked at Zhang Ceyong and answered the question: "I won't go in. I didn't know you came to the orphanage and came empty-handed."
Zhang Ceyong: "Aren't you very good at writing children's songs? You can also sing a song. These children don't particularly like receiving gifts."
What Zhang Ceyong said is true.
When doing charity work in China, you will find three strange things.
Some children in remote mountainous areas don't like the new clothes sent to them.
Some children in the orphanage don't like the gifts they send.
Some elderly people in nursing homes don't like to watch programs.
In fact, these three phenomena that seem to go against common sense have very simple answers.
Many elderly people in nursing homes cannot hear or see clearly. What programs are they watching?
Children in remote mountainous areas rarely wear new clothes. When they wear new clothes and have recently participated in charity activities, people around them know that they are sent to them.
Therefore, many children and their parents do not like to be told that they have received love from them.
People in many places are economically poor, but not ideologically poor. They don't like being treated as weak and being rescued. They like to support themselves.
Therefore, it is common for people in some places to send good clothes to the front feet and cut off the back feet directly to make insoles.
What the children in the orphanage need most is not gifts, but love.
But they know that their elder brothers, uncles, sisters, and aunts who usually come to visit them can only come once a year at most. Some people come once and never come again.
The person you want to meet will not meet you for a long time, or even never see you again.
Everyone has some expectations of their own. The reason why a child wants to look forward to seeing someone is unclear. Maybe it’s because he feels fatherly love, motherly love, family affection, or friendship?
But if you don't meet the person you are looking forward to the second time, you will feel like you are lost.
What they hate most is losing.
Therefore, as long as you are not full of expectations, there will be no feeling of loss.
In fact, the person who has the best relationship with them is not the person who gives the gift, but the big brothers and sisters who often come to volunteer.
After Han Zhou walked into the room, he saw many children.
The child didn't know who Han Zhou was, but the doctor and vice-president's aunt was probably familiar with this face.
After all, how many people have never watched "Young Man Bao Qingtian"? It was so popular when it was aired.
"Another big brother comes to see you today."
Han Zhou came empty-handed, but the children did not treat him differently.
Many children were smiling, and some were waving their little hands.
There is also a cute little girl who looks at Han Zhou and has a beautiful smile.
Han Zhou glanced at it and waved: "How are you, kids?"
Seeing that Han Zhou was not suitable for this occasion, Zhang Ceyong took a step forward and said, "This big brother is called Han Zhou. He can sing very well!"
"Would you like him to teach everyone a song?"
Han Zhou: "Let me tell you a story."
Chuck Yong also smiled: "Okay, let me tell you a story."
Han Zhou was thinking about what song to sing. There were so many children's songs in his mind that it was hard to choose.
But when I thought of telling a story, a list quickly came to my mind.
Han Zhou thought for a while, is it appropriate to tell these children about little princesses and little princes?
Or are we talking about "The Ugly Duckling"? Children are very smart, and soon someone will realize that the ugly duckling was born a swan.
Or stories like "The Emperor's New Clothes" and "Little Red Riding Hood"?
None of them are very suitable.
Finally, Han Zhou chose a story called "The Little Match Girl".
Han Zhou thought this way. The life of the little match girl was miserable. After hearing this, these children would not have any impact on their lives.
"This is a very cold winter. The snow is falling more and more heavily, and it is almost freezing at night. New Year's Eve spreads on this night. It is a noisy night, and people's mood changes with the arrival of the New Year.
He seemed very happy. At this time, a little girl wearing tattered clothes walked up the street, and she didn't even have any shoes on her feet."
Han Zhou spoke bit by bit.
What Han Zhou never expected was that as the story went on, the smiling faces of many children at the scene turned into tears.
But they didn't burst into tears, which shows that these children are strong.
After Han Zhou realized something was wrong, he still had to tell the story.
"However, except for the little match girl, no one knows all the beautiful things she saw when she lit the matches on New Year's Eve..."
After the lecture, there was a little girl with tears in her eyes. She raised her arms and raised her hands to ask questions like she did in class.
Han Zhou saw her crying face and squatted down: "What's the problem?"
Little girl: "Why don't you send her to our orphanage?"
Behind, there was a little boy: "I can give her my bed!"
There is also a child: "I have two pairs of shoes, I can give her one pair."
There was a child: "Lele can't eat so much for lunch, so I can give her half."
Han Zhou simply sat on the ground: "Because, at the time of the little match girl, there were no welfare homes abroad."
"This little girl is a foreigner."
In fact, during the Ming Dynasty, there were already welfare institutions in China to support the elderly and orphans.
However, in the West, there were also social welfare institutions in the sixteenth century.
However, it is very difficult to rely on society to do things like welfare homes. If the state does not take the lead, it will be basically useless for the vast majority of people.
Compared with other fairy tales, "The Little Match Girl" is very different and is an eternal classic.
Whenever I watch or listen to it, it will make my heart tremble.
The children were fine after listening to it.
When the adults present heard this, they became very upset.
These people are originally keen on public welfare and cannot bear to see children suffering.
Many people volunteer here out of love.
After hearing the story of "The Little Match Girl", I felt bad all over.
When others hear this story, they can only think of this story, but when they hear this story, they can think of many stories.
Most of these stories happened at the entrance of the orphanage and in the infirmary.
Han Zhou chatted with the children for a while, and then Zhang Ceyong's accompanying staff continued other activities.
Between the waist-high green walls and pillars, Chuck put his hands on his hips and looked into the distance: "You guys, your stories always touch people's hearts so much."
Han Zhou: "Speaking of this, I remembered that I sent you a script."
Zhang Ceyong stretched out his hand.
Han Zhou took out a USB flash drive from his pocket: "Don't spread the word."
Zhang Ceyong took the USB flash drive: "I play a detective, right?"
Han Zhou: "You play a policeman, but you are also the detective in this movie."
Chuck Chang nodded with satisfaction: "What did you do?"
Han Zhou: "Chen Bijue, criminal."
Zhang Ceyong: "Counter No. 1?"
Han Zhou: "Reverse No. 3."
Zhang Ceyong thought for a while and didn't ask any more questions. He didn't read the script and didn't have much to ask.
"I won't leave for a while, you go first."
Han Zhou: "I can't leave. The car I'm riding in, Mr. Shen, is here. Let him go first. Can I borrow your car? I'm going to Taizi Valley. I'll need a car back to the city later."
Zhang Ceyong: "Okay, I'll find a driver to take you there."
Zhang Ceyong picked up his mobile phone and made a call.
Putting down the phone, Zhang Ceyong said: "Wait a few minutes, someone will be here soon."
Han Zhou waited for a while and a pickup truck came over.
Sister Zhen told Han Zhou that Han Zhou knew what was going on.
Zhang Ceyong came here without much style, so each person has one seat, and as many people come back as they come back, the car is just enough.
Except for a pickup truck that brought gifts.
The driver of this pickup truck had already been on vacation. As soon as he left, he was called back by Zhang Ceyong.
At first, Sister Zhen thought that Han Zhou would go back to the city soon, so she planned to have one of the cars take Han Zhou back and then drive back.
However, Han Zhou said that he was going to Taizi Valley and needed a car to follow him for a while, so he had to ask the driver of the pickup truck to come back.
After getting into the pickup truck, Han Zhou sat in the passenger seat and smiled: "Have you eaten yet? It's almost six o'clock. Do you want to go have a meal first?"
Recently, Han Zhou organized a June 1st party and has become accustomed to greeting employees.
Driver: "What a shame! What else can we eat?"
"Now I don't have to eat at all at work. The boss draws the pie, the colleagues give me the melons, I touch the fish, the boss makes the pot, the customers get into the head, the competitors are not, the teammates add fuel to the fire, and I get angry. Not enough? The main focus is nutritional balance!”
Han Zhou heard the complaint and laughed loudly: "I see that you have pulled a lot of things in the back of your pickup truck. Are you preparing to send a second shipment? Sorry to trouble you."
Driver: "That's not true."
"I bought a load of eggplants and planned to send them back to my hometown in Northeast China."
Han Zhou: “Can’t you buy eggplant in the Northeast?”
Driver: "You can buy it, but with a cart full of eggplants, I can take the green channel and don't have to pay highway tolls."
Han Zhou: "6"
Han Zhou saw a cemetery on the side of the road and raised his eyebrows: "Arrived so soon? Is it as far away as shown on the map?"
The driver glanced at the roadside: "That's not the Taiziyu Cemetery, it's the Muslim Cemetery."
Is this still halal? Maybe the burial customs are different?
Continuing forward, he saw another cemetery. Han Zhou raised his eyebrows: "We're here this time, right?"
The driver glanced at it: "This is the Yanjing North Cemetery, not the Prince Valley Cemetery."
"Your map shows it's not that far. In fact, it takes us more than ten minutes to walk on a small road."
Han Zhou: "Stop then, I'll buy a bouquet of flowers."
The driver parked the car directly on the side of the road and waited for Han Zhou to finish buying flowers before getting on the road again.
Soon, they passed another camp. Han Zhou looked over and found a tank.
Then I saw the Veterans Activity Center.
Then I saw a huge field where a 'car accident' was happening. It seemed to be a vehicle research institute.
It seems that there are many such institutions here that require large venues.
While walking, Han Zhou saw a picking garden.
It seems that Lu Xiaoxiao's father took her here to pick strawberries.
Soon, when we arrived in front of Taiziyu Cemetery, the driver said, "I won't go in here. Can you walk a few steps?"
Han Zhou: "No problem, I'll walk there."
Han Zhou got out of the car and walked into the cemetery.
When I entered, I saw a stall set up here. There was a fat man with a mustache: "Friend, do you want to make a photo album?"
Han Zhou glanced at his stall and then read the words on it.
【Write a biography and write a guest book.
Make photo albums and handwrite elegiac couplets.]
There’s quite a lot of business!
Han Zhou: "I'm here for a visit. It's my first time here and I don't know the way."
The mustache pointed in front: "Oh, you go there first."
Han Zhou followed where he pointed.
We arrived at a small house with a stone building on the lower half and a brick wall on the upper half, but with white walls.
The main theme here is simplicity and solemnity.
There was a man sitting here. He looked up at Han Zhou and lowered his head: "Are we visiting now?"
"It's very late. You have to leave before eight o'clock."
Han Zhou: "Okay, it's my first time here and I don't know where the cemetery I'm looking for is. Please help me look for it."
The man subconsciously said: "Our Taiziyu Cemetery also provides an electronic cemetery function. If you don't worship often, you can also pay your respects online, or you can entrust someone to deliver the sacrifices for you."
As he spoke, he opened the computer directory: "Let me check it for you."
Han Zhou: "I want to visit the grave of a child named Lu Xiaoxiao."
The man raised his head and stared at Han Zhou.
The man's eye sockets were bloodshot and his cheeks were thin.
Originally from Canton, I have high cheekbones, dark skin, and deep eye sockets.
Now coupled with the bloodshot eyes and tired posture, he looks very haggard.
The man looked at Han Zhou for a while, then stood up, bent down and picked up a bag with a little pink cat on it from under the table: "I'll take you there."
The sun hasn't set yet.
The green plants are quite green in summer.
From the clean tomb passage, you can see the tombs on both sides.
There are also flowers, food, wine, and cigarette butts placed in front of some curtains.
The man took Han Zhou around several turns and came to a tombstone.
There is a photo of a little girl taped to the tombstone.
Before Han Zhou could make a move, the man took out some bread, milk, a small cake, and a pack of popping candies from the bag.
Then he sat on the ground and began to unpack the bag.
"Xiaoxiao, it's midnight. Do you want to eat snacks? That's tube feeding. What do you want to eat... ah."
"Dad bought you a cake..."
Just sweep the tomb. Han Zhou did not disturb the father and daughter from having dinner.
The cake was not placed anywhere, but the man took a bite, then handed it to Xiaoxiao, and then the man took another bite.
Of course, it was the men who ate it all.
But this sense of formality makes people feel dizzy.
After a long time, popping candy was sprinkled in front of the tomb, and milk was poured into the soil.
The man wants to cry now, but he can no longer cry.
Han Zhou then stepped forward and placed the flowers he bought.
The man took out a cigarette and lit it. Then he remembered that someone was still there and handed one to Han Zhou.
Han Zhou lit the cigarette.
The man thought again: "Let's go a little further, Xiaoxiao doesn't like the smell of smoke."
The two of them were far away before the man spoke: "I know you, do you know Xiaoxiao? I don't know..."
Han Zhou handed over a letter.
The man took the letter and read it, his hands shaking more and more as he read it.
Han Zhou: "Because of the National Mother's Day activity, I read a lot of letters and saw this one."
The man smiled, which was uglier than crying: "I didn't expect you would actually read the letter. I thought no one would actually open and read the letter I sent for Xiaoxiao."
Standing in front of the child's grave, Han Zhou couldn't tell lies: "I don't look at it at ordinary times, but I will take it apart and look at it when doing activities."
The man returned the letter to Han Zhou: "This letter is for you, not for me. Please keep it."
Han Zhou looked at the man and said, "Go back to Guangfu."
The man remained silent.
Han Zhou: "Are you short of money?"
If he had money, he would not eat the cake, but would leave it in front of his grave without moving it.
The man shook his head: "It's not that poor. I don't want to go back."
Han Zhou chatted with the man and then figured it out.
At first, after Xiaoxiao was diagnosed with the disease, the couple decided to go to Yanjing for treatment.
But the doctor clearly told them that the mortality rate of this kind of acute leukemia is still as high as 30% even if they take medicine, undergo surgery, and fully check the passport.
And that means spending a lot of money.
Moreover, if it is surgery, the mortality rate may increase because Xiaoxiao is too young.
Therefore, my mother did not agree to the operation.
But her father thought she didn't want to spend money.
So the two had a quarrel.
However, when Xiaoxiao passed away, his father realized that if he did not undergo surgery and Xiaoxiao took care of herself slowly, she might be able to survive. As long as she continued to take medicine, she might be able to live until she was twenty or thirty years old.
As we become more developed, there is no guarantee that we will be able to survive forever.
So, dad started blaming himself.
He didn't dare to face his mother either, so his father buried Xiaoxiao here.
Han Zhou had nothing to say or anything to say. He just suggested that Xiaoxiao should be taken back to his hometown for burial.
As a Cantonese, Xiaoxiao's father was actually not short of money, but the money on his card was spent on treating Xiaoxiao, and the money Xiaoxiao's mother later sent to him was useless.
In this state, let alone accompanying Xiaoxiao, he might not even be able to survive for a year.
It will be tragic when no one is dead due to ketoacidosis.
When Xiaoxiao's father faced Han Zhou, an insider, he couldn't help but break down and fainted from tears.
Han Zhou could only sigh and hit 120.
Later, Han Zhou could only leave this matter to Sister Hong and asked her to do it.
Han Zhou still has to go back and prepare for the June 1st party.