"Shencheng Orphanage..." Hong Dali felt a little heavy as he looked at the door sign, which had some paint peeling off.¤
Speaking of which, the Shencheng Orphanage was established in the 1980s and has a not-too-distant history. However, because the location is relatively remote, there are not many people here, so there are even fewer donations, and it can only rely on weak government funding to maintain it.
Basic expenses.
Seeing this depressed look, Tang Muxin held Hong Dali's hand tightly. Her hands were shaking a little, and her palms were covered in cold sweat. It was obvious that the little girl was in a very nervous mood.
Hong Dali has a kind heart, which can be seen from the fact that he saved the poor child, so when he came here, Han Songyang and others were not worried at all, they just thought that Hong Dali just wanted to do some good things.
But Hong Dali's mood is probably only understood by those around him, Tang Muxin and Li Nianwei.
At this time, such a large group of people were standing at the gate, which had already attracted the attention of the guard. The old man poked his head out of the guard room, looked at Hong Dali, a large group of young men and ladies from various wealthy families, and asked in fear: "How many of you are there?"
What comes here is..."
Based on his usual experience, with so many people coming here, one of the children in the yard must have caused some trouble...
"Uncle, it's okay. We are just here to see if there is anything we can do to help and donate some money." Hong Dali smiled and said, "Can you ask us to come in?"
"Are you here to donate money?" After hearing this, the guard's face suddenly became overjoyed and he said: "Oh, there are not many caring young people like you now. Please come in quickly, please come in quickly." The uncle said and opened the door.
He opened the door and let Hong Dali and others inside, while saying: "Speaking of it, today is really a good day. A nice middle-aged man just came here and said he wanted to donate some money. Haha."
Eh? Anyone else come to donate?
Hong Dali was a little surprised. He looked around and soon saw a brown-red Jaguar. He smiled and said, "Did he drive that car? It seems that this person does have some strength."
This Jaguar is a 2015 four-wheel drive flagship business version with a market price of more than 1.4 million, so Hong Dali said that this person has some ability. He was not just talking casually.
"No, I'm chatting with the dean inside now. Come in quickly. Come in quickly." The guard led Hong Dali and others into the courtyard. Tang Muxin and Li Nianwei walked and looked around. This nursing home only has a three-story building.
The small building has a courtyard area of just over a thousand square meters. It is no exaggeration to say that generally better kindergartens have a better environment than this orphanage.
At this time, there are about seven or eight children playing in the yard. The oldest of these children is about ten years old. The youngest is only three or four years old. Some of them are squatting on the ground making clay figures, and some are bouncing glass balls. 2
The electronic society that developed rapidly in the eleventh century seemed to be completely isolated from the outside by the wall in this courtyard, leaving no trace here.
In fact, the reason is very simple, no money.
Tang Muxin and Li Nianwei felt sad for a while. Tang Muxin was born into a wealthy family. Her family had invested at least three million in her since she was a child. She could learn everything from piano, dance, vocals, English, etc. Although Li Nianwei came from a poor background.
Somewhat. But it can be considered a well-off family, at least it has enough food and clothing.
But now I see the place where Hong Dali lived since he was a child...
"Little brother, come on, sister, can I buy you some delicious food?" Tang Muxin was twitching in her heart, looking at the children in the yard, her eyes were a little wet and her nose was a little sore. She really wanted to move to two supermarkets now.
Come and put it in the yard.
"Sister, you are so beautiful." Seeing Tang Muxin's beauty and gentleness, a group of children looked at everyone from a distance. Although the oldest one had longing eyes, she still shook her head: "Grandma said you can't just ask for it.
It’s something from a stranger. Grandma also told us to study hard and buy whatever we want when we make money in the future!”
"Haha, what a good child." Li Nianwei smiled and shook her head. She did not force these children to accept their help. After all, with Hong Dali here, these children will definitely live a good life in the future.
Seeing how sensible these children were, Tang Muxin and Li Nianwei were even more convinced that Hong Dali had always been pretending to be heartless. In fact, Hong Dali was really smart and was definitely not blind.
Now that the few people have arrived, there is no need to rush to help these children first. According to Hong Dali's plan, the entire orphanage will be moved in the future, so there is no need to rush now.
The group of people followed the guard upstairs and passed several rooms. Tang Muxin and Li Nianwei glanced at them subconsciously. There were several children doing homework in the room. Their expressions were very serious. It was obvious that they knew
, they have no money, no power, no backing, and no relatives to help them. In the future, after completing their studies, entering the society and finding a stable job may be the only way out.
So they study very seriously.
Tang Muxin and Li Nianwei looked at each other, and both could see the sympathy and relief in each other's eyes.
Now that Hong Dali is here, the future of these children may be in doubt.
"What a good child," Han Songyang sighed from behind: "I suddenly want to arrange a position for them in my family's company. It can be regarded as a work-study program, and they can also supplement it."
"That's a good idea," Gu Feifei expressed her appreciation for Han Songyang's idea: "I'm a little impressed by you, haha."
Several people laughed together.
Soon, he arrived at the dean's office. As soon as he walked to the door, Hong Dali heard a deep voice saying: "Dean Wu, I wonder how the child I fostered here is doing now?"
Then an old female voice sounded: "You mean vigorous, right? Alas, this child is a good child. He just entered college and his future was somewhat promising. It's a pity that he went out of his way to save two children.
Car accident, dead, alas..."
"Ah? Dead?!" The male voice said in surprise: "Died in a car accident? Oh, this is really a pity. Both my brother and his wife have passed away, and the only one left who is a relative is dead.
Oh...his name is Dali? Hong Dali?"
Upon hearing this, everyone was about to enter the house, but Hong Dali was suddenly stunned.
Because he heard what the middle-aged man said - he said his brother's flesh and blood? His name was Hong Dali? Wasn't that himself?
When several people saw Hong Dali's expression, they knew that something was obviously going on here, and they all stopped immediately. However, the guard didn't pay attention and knocked directly on the door: "Dean Wu, there are a few young people who said they came here to watch.
Look, I plan to donate some money."
"Oh? Is this happening? Why don't you invite them in quickly?" The old female voice was obviously surprised and said hurriedly: "What happened today? Why are there so many good people here, haha..."
Soon, the door opened and an old face was revealed.
This is a very kind face. It is full of wrinkles, gray hair, stooped, and even her legs are bent due to her age. But none of this can cover up the impression of this old woman in everyone's mind.
Her smile was so kind and gentle, and everyone could even feel the sincerity of those poor and lovely orphans when they called her grandma.
"Come in, come in, come in." When Grandma Wu saw Hong Dali and others, she was stunned for a moment, and then quickly invited everyone inside: "Oh, the place is small and there is not much, don't mind."
"Hello, Grandma Wu. My name is Hong Dali." Looking at the Grandma Wu who had raised him for more than 20 years, Hong Dali subconsciously wanted to throw herself into his arms, but unfortunately he finally remembered.
Because of my identity, I endured it.
"Dali?" Grandma Wu held Hong Dali's arm with both hands, looked left and right, and finally shook her head: "Oh, your name is also Hong Dali. There used to be a man named Hong Dali here, ah, by the way.
, this is the gentleman who sent Dali here in the first place. Haha, you two are really destined to meet here."
At this time, Hong Dali had ten thousand questions in his mind, but he looked at the gentleman and finally held back.
That gentleman was very good-looking. He must have been a handsome boy when he was young. However, there was a scar on his face, which ruined his overall beauty, but it made him more masculine.
This man is so impressive that people are impressed by just one glance. Hong Dali stretched out his hand: "Hello, hello, my name is Hong Dali. What do you call uncle?"
"Haha, hello, it sounds like we are destined," the middle-aged man also stretched out his hand and shook Hong Dali's hand: "My surname is Liu, please call me Uncle Liu."
"Haha, hello, Uncle Liu." Hong Dali smiled, and then asked casually: "Uncle Liu, have you sent a child here before? I just heard that the child seems to be named Hong Dali?"
"Yes," Uncle Liu nodded, then sighed and said, "That is my sworn brother's child, alas. My sworn brother was considered young and promising at first, but he died in an accident and his wife
Because this incident resulted in dystocia, they both died on the same day, leaving only one child behind, and now that child is no longer here..."
"Fate has its way with people..." Grandma Wu sighed softly and secretly wiped her tears.
After hearing this, Hong Dali's heart skipped a beat, and he almost burst into tears. He finally held it back, and then asked carefully: "Uncle Liu, what is the name of your sworn brother? Can you tell me?
Me? Well, my name is Hong Dali after all, and I want to pay homage to him, which can be considered as a way to accumulate some virtue."
"Well, there's nothing that can't be said," Uncle Liu smiled and said, "His name is Hong Haoming, and his wife's name is Lan Xiangqin." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster.
