Half a month later, He Chaozhi was finally discharged from the hospital.
Song Lan helped him take off the suit jacket from the hanger and walked over to put it on for him: "Now that you're discharged from the hospital, I can work without worries."
He Chaozhi grabbed her hand: "Do you still want to go back to KEO? Can I help you?"
Song Lan gently took out his hand: "No, Jun Zetian and the Jun family have helped me a lot. If I resign and return to KEO now, I will be unworthy of the Jun family's kindness."
He Chaozhi fell silent.
Previously, Song Lan was ostracized by everyone in Night City because he offended the He family, so he had to work in a bakery.
It was indeed the Jun family who extended an olive branch and took Song Lan in, overcoming all opinions and resorting to decisive measures.
"However, KEO is the property left by your father after all, and you should go back." He Chaozhi reminded in a low voice.
Song Lan paused: "I will consider it."
When she returned to work at Jun's, there happened to be a meeting in the project department, and Song Lan was distracted for a while.
I was scolded by the project department director.
"Song Lan, you have been distracted since you entered the door. Do you know that Jun's project department represents the core of the entire Jun's company? Do you really think that Mr. Jun invited you here just to make a living?"
Song Lan's face turned pale, and she immediately stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry, minister, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have been distracted."
The minister's anger subsided and he said with a cold face: "I happen to have something here, and you can only do it."
"We recently cooperated with a large magazine and needed to complete a corporate interview. But you are the only one in the department who has ever been a reporter, so we have always decided to let you do this interview."
While Song Lan was surprised, she lowered her eyes and accepted the minister's arrangement: "Good minister, as long as I can help the project, I will do a good job."
Song Lan's mission is to visit a folk artist who is the inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of shadow puppetry.
It is required that a first-hand interview transcript be obtained within three days.
The minister only provided the address. Song Lan looked at the address and found the door, only to find that it was a bungalow compound. The door of the old man's house was a tattered and rusty iron door.
Song Lan knocked on the door cautiously, and it took a long time for someone to open it.
He is an old man with gray hair who has reached his twilight years.
"Who are you?" The old man's cloudy eyes showed confusion.
Song Lan took out his work ID card and stated his purpose: "Old sir, I'm here to interview you. This is my work ID card. I want to ask you something about shadow puppets."
When the shadow puppet show was mentioned, the old man's expression changed. He refused coldly: "I don't know what shadow puppet show is, so don't look for me. You can go."
"how come?"
Song Lan was surprised: "Aren't you Mr. Wang, the successor of shadow puppets?"
"Don't worry, old sir, I will never interrupt your interview. Whenever you are free, I can make an appointment with you..."
Song Lan explained softly, but Mr. Wang refused to accept her at all, and was strictly guarded against letting her in.
"I said I'm not going to see you. I'm going to see you. Get out. If you don't go out, I'll call the police. You really think I'm a lonely old man who's easy to bully, don't you?"
Mr. Wang suddenly roared through the crack in the door, his old face full of sadness.
"roll!"
He closed the door hard, and Song Lan was startled. He could only leave here in despair and then think of a way.
From the words revealed by the old man, we can know that he is a lonely old man who lives alone and has a withdrawn personality.
Song Lan entered the old man's name into major website platforms, and finally found a clue in a certain forum.
"Oh my god, how could this happen..."
Song Lan's eyes were soaked in the blue light of the screen, showing her unbearable expression.
What she found was a few news items.
This was all several years ago.
Mr. Wang once had a pair of children, and they were raised by shadow puppetry. Their favorite thing was the shadow puppetry of the old man.
When the two children grew up, they were admitted to college and found good jobs.
My son is a firefighter and my daughter is a police officer.
But there are unforeseen circumstances. Just five years ago, Mr. Wang's son bravely sacrificed his life in a fire to save the trapped people.
Two years later, Mr. Wang's daughter also died heroically while working as an undercover agent during the anti-drug investigation.
After the two men died, the government came forward and compensated Mr. Wang a huge amount of compensation, allowing him to spend his remaining years in peace.
But from then on, Mr. Wang seemed to have lost his soul. He had to live and die in the shabby house where the family of three crowded together when he was a child, refusing to leave and trying to explain things in simple terms.
People under the age of sixty turn gray overnight.
After Song Lan read the report, he came to the door again with a heavy heart.
As soon as he walked into the courtyard this time, he saw Mr. Wang moving a chair and sitting alone in the courtyard looking at the sky in a daze.
The gray and sparse hair was swaying in the cold wind.
Not very sad.
Song Lan felt uncomfortable, thought about it, and left quietly.
Now is not the time to interview Mr. Wang.
She heard that after the death of his children, Mr. Wang no longer performed shadow puppet shows. He just stayed in the house every day and made shadow puppets. After his death, he took them away to his children.
Song Lan found out about the fire brigade where her son was alive and ran over.
"Hey, who are you? The fire brigade does not allow outsiders to enter."
The guard stopped Song Lan and frowned.
Song Lan took out his work ID and press ID, and said sincerely: "Hello, I am a reporter. I understand that Wang Gu worked in this fire brigade before his death. Mr. Wang is in a worrying situation now. I would like to ask everyone for help."
His busyness."
Wang Gu is the name of Mr. Wang’s son.
When the guard heard Wang Gu's name, he was stunned for a while and sighed: "Wait here for a while, I will ask Wang Gu's captain."
After a while, the captain came over and said solemnly: "How do you want to help Mr. Wang?"
Seeing that there was something going on, Song Lan quickly revealed his plan: "I would like to invite everyone to perform a shadow puppet show for Mr. Wang, so that the old man can rekindle his hope in life."
Song Lan said sincerely, but the fire chief shook his head: "You reporters, it really hurts to stand and talk. Do you know how busy the fire brigade is? Mr. Wang needs money and strength, and we can afford it, but shadow puppet performances are
Are you thinking too simply about this kind of thing?"
"Captain, after Wang Gu's death, as his teammates, you must have visited Mr. Wang frequently. The old man is not short of money, power, and materials, but is it useful? What the old man lacks most now is spiritual comfort. I
I know my idea is very naive, but please think about it carefully. What if it is feasible? I am not saying this from the perspective of a reporter. I really can’t bear to see the fathers of the two heroes, old and lonely, living in pain day and night.
among.”
After Song Lan's perseverance, the captain finally hesitantly relaxed.
"Okay, our detachment will be on vacation in three days, and we will be free to play shadow puppets with you... I hope the method you mentioned will be effective."
