Chapter 551 The children of the poor have become rich early
Wang Sheng smacked his lips, not knowing what to say.

There were people in the group who had affairs in private, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Wang Yuanchao, who dared to do it openly, meet other people's parents, and get married.

The key is that this is my own brother!
"You still have to keep this a secret. Many people in the group know you. If the parents come to see their daughter one day and someone spreads the news, your lies will be exposed!
As for your family, just talk to me, and you can also say hello to Heping and Wang Li. As for my parents, I think you should just forget about it."

Wang Sheng felt that this was not a glorious thing after all. After all, Zhu Lin was still a mainlander!

There was no need for the eldest brother to remind him of the troupe's affairs. Zhu Lin asked for leave because of family matters, not to go home to get married. Moreover, he was about to go to Jinguancheng to shoot a movie, and after the filming, he would switch to the Capital Film Studio.

If Mr. Wang wants to promote someone, it only takes a few minutes.

After talking to his elder brother, Wang Yuanchao talked to his old subordinate Guo Feng again, and sold the house on Xinzhong Street to Guo Feng directly at the old price. It was almost like giving it away for free.

Guo Feng didn't bother to be polite with Wang Yuanchao, because he knew that his old leader was very rich. At least he should remember the person who dug the well when he drinks the water.

Liu Tuan is out for a meeting and isn't here, so I can't chat with my old buddy.

Wang Yuanchao turned around and left the art troupe. He decided to keep a low profile and wait for Zhu Lin outside.

……

To buy things, Wang Yuanchao directly asked the front desk downstairs for help and just gave them some errand fees. Zhu Lin had not yet reached the noon break time and was particularly disciplined today, so he didn't leave early.

Wang Yuanchao was sitting in the car, bored, when he saw someone burning paper on the roadside...

Suddenly I realized that today is April 4th, and tomorrow is April 4th, Qingming Festival.

It’s the same art troupe, but he has new people and has forgotten the old ones.

Wang Yuanchao just watched people burning paper. A gust of wind blew up a cloud of ashes, and the ashes took the shape of Wu Lanfang, which was already a little blurry.

Time flies. It has been several years since Wu Lanfang passed away. Which year did she pass away?
It seems to be 74 years!
In a blink of an eye, seven years have passed.

If the child were still alive, he would probably be in the first grade of elementary school now.

She is calling me to go and see!

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

Someone knocked on the car window.

Wang Yuanchao turned his head and saw that it was Zhu Lin, smiling like a flower in the sunshine.

"Get in the car!" he said, and started the car.

Zhu Lin walked around to the passenger seat, got in the car, slammed the door shut, and said:

"Are you in a daze? You didn't even hear me talking to you, and you still knocked."

Wang Yuanchao drove away swiftly and said:
"When you get off work and have nothing to do, think about what you want to do and plan it out in your mind!"

Zhu Lin grabbed Wang Yuanchao's right hand and said with great courage:
"If you are busy, go back to Hong Kong after lunch."

Wang Yuanchao immediately grabbed Zhu Lin's soft and boneless little hand and said:

"You're newlyweds, do you need that little extra time? No matter how busy you are, you have to stay home for three days. I have a lot of things to do here, too. Don't worry, I can't tell the difference between what's important and what's not."

Zhu Lin hummed and lowered his head.

His career was related to the President of the United States. She could understand that Wang Yuanchao was in a hurry to leave given such a big thing.

She understood it, but if Wang Yuanchao really left in the afternoon, she would be heartbroken.
-
After having lunch at her father-in-law's house, Wang Yuanchao sent Zhu Lin to work. He told her that he had to go out for something in the afternoon and might not be able to come back for dinner in the evening. He told her to take a taxi home by herself.

As long as he came back to stay overnight, Zhu Lin had no objection. She knew that Wang Yuanchao was really busy.

Then Wang Yuanchao turned around, bought some paper money, and went straight to Wu Lanfang's grave.

The road ahead was relatively easy to drive on, probably because the road was under construction. But the road behind was not so easy to drive on, thanks to the superior performance of the Crown. When we got to the countryside, we encountered a small earth slope or a small earth pit and had to move carefully, otherwise we would get hung or stuck there. It was fun.

The last long section is a dirt road in the fields, and every now and then you can see piles of manure, which are all compost for the winter.

At this time, the superiority of the Gas Jeep was revealed. When his elder brother brought him here, the Gas Jeep had a smooth journey and he only got off the car when he was almost near the hillside and there was no road at the end of the field.

Looking at the pile of fertilizer that took up half of the road and the tractor tire marks next to it, Wang Yuanchao's big Crown couldn't get through. What a pity!
He could only park the car by the side of the road, stuff paper money and other things into the space, and walk on his own two legs.

By taking the path, he could go directly through the path in the field without having to walk too far.

I saw Wu Lanfang's grave at a glance, with black smoke flying. Was someone burning paper there?
Maybe he is a relative of Wu Lanfang's uncle.

Wang Yuanchao waited for a while, and then a child appeared.

He thought it was a relative's child and didn't take it seriously.

But the child came out, and no adult followed him.

He couldn't help but feel strange and looked at the child carefully. The more he looked, the more frightened he became!

"Hey, kid, what's your name?" He asked, and the child shivered with fear.

The child then discovered that there was someone on the other side of the cemetery. He didn't know when he got there, but he was holding a big bag in his hands.

The man looked very tall and mighty, but he also made people feel a little warm and comfortable, just like the early spring weather.

"My name is Ding Wenqing." The child said weakly.

"How old are you? Are you in school?"

The child touched his fingers and said:

"Six and a half years old, just started first grade."

That’s not right. Today is Saturday and we still have to go to school.

"So you're not going to school today?"

The child looked like he was about to cry, as if he had done something bad and was caught, and said nervously:
"I, I'm going to school now."

"It's already half past two. You're going to school at this time? Have you asked the teacher for leave?" The child lowered his head and said:
"No……"

Wang Yuanchao saw Wu Lanfang's grave. The black ash from the burned paper was still there, but there were no embers left. He put a bag of yellow paper on the ground, patted it, and said:
"Come, sit down and talk."

Ding Wenqing wanted to run, but he still sat obediently on the bag of paper, not daring to look up at Wang Yuanchao who was sitting on the opposite side of the paper.

Wang Yuanchao handed over a handful of candy. "Hey, here you go. What are you doing here?"

Ding Wenqing hesitated for a while, but couldn't resist the temptation of the candy, so he stretched out his little hand and grabbed the candy.

There are cracks on my hands. They are frostbite. It has been warmer in the past few days, but it hasn't healed completely yet.

Ding Wenqing stuffed all the candies into his pocket and said:

"I'll burn the paper."

Wang Yuanchao's heart moved, and he couldn't help asking:

“Who are you burning paper for?”

Ding Wenqing lowered his head again, and after a while, he said:
"My mother." The voice was choked with sobs.

Wang Yuanchao peeled a candy, handed it over, and said:
"Don't cry, don't cry. If you cry, your mother in the underworld will be sad too."

Ding Wenqing raised his sleeve to wipe his nose, snorted a few times, took the candy and put it in his mouth.

sweet!
Fragrant!
good to eat!

"Uncle, you are so kind to me. No one has ever been so kind to me."

Wang Yuanchao felt sad and distressed, and said:

"Who are you living with now?"

Ding Wenqing drooled, the candy was too sweet, and said:
"I also have a father and a mother now, but I am not their biological child. This is my biological mother."

He said, pointing to the small mound next to him, which was Wu Lanfang's grave.

Compared with the big grave next to it, it's really just a small mound of earth. After so many years, no one has added soil to repair the grave, isn't it?
"Then how do you know they are not your biological parents? You are so young?" Wang Yuanchao continued to ask questions.

Ding Wenqing puffed out his chest for once and said:
“Grandma Sun said that my parents wouldn’t want me anymore now that they have a younger brother!
At first I thought she was teasing me, but later I found out that my younger brother had grown up, and grandma and mom and dad would hide the delicious food from me. Then I knew that Grandma Sun was not lying.

So I went to ask Grandma Sun where my biological parents were. "

Wang Yuanchao's eyes lit up. Wow, this kid is good!

He peeled an orange that he had originally prepared as an offering to Wu Lanfang, and handed the orange segments to Ding Wenqing one by one.

The little guy didn't hesitate and stuffed it into his mouth.

He closed his eyes tightly and ate the orange slices with a slurp. Then when Wang Yuanchao offered it to him again, he refused to take it.

“Too sour…”

Wang Yuanchao laughed. He had just eaten candy and was eating oranges. How could this orange taste good?
So he stuffed it into his mouth and said:
"Then how did Grandma Sun know that your biological mother was lying here?"

Ding Wenqing said:

"She doesn't know either, but she knows that my grandmother brought me here from my cousin's grandmother's house in the village next to ours."

Wang Yuanchao pointed to the village behind him and said:
"Your cousin's grandmother is from this village?"

Ding Wenqing nodded, took a few bites of candy, and said:
“Last year, when I was in school, I came here to ask around.

I soon found out where my cousin's grandmother lived.

I asked my cousin's grandmother, who was rubbing corn at home at that time. I said that I was the grandson of Ding Zhao from the next village, and asked where my biological parents were.
At first she refused to admit it, calling me a little bastard and saying that my parents were just my real parents.

I told her they themselves said I was adopted, and she stopped talking.

I helped her rub a few corn cobs and said I just wanted to know where I came from. I would study hard and repay her in the future.

She brought me here and said that my biological mother died when I was born, and my parents didn’t have any children at that time, so they sent me here.”

Ding Wenqing spoke in simple but very logical language, just like he was telling a story. Wang Yuanchao wondered how could this kid be only in the first grade?

Seeing that he had finished slurping the candy in his mouth, he immediately peeled another candy and handed it to him.

"What about your biological father?"

Ding Wenqing felt a little sorry for Wang Yuanchao peeling another candy. How nice it would be if he could just give the candy to him? He quietly picked up the candy wrapper on the ground and wrapped the candy up without making a sound. Such a good candy can't be eaten all at once. It's not easy to meet such a generous uncle.

"My cousin's grandmother didn't know either, and my biological mother didn't tell me either. Otherwise, if she knew, why would she give me away? Then I went back to school."

Children from poor families have to grow up early! They are so mature at such a young age, it's all because they are forced to do so.

"Is your cousin's grandmother... grandfather's last name Wu?"

Ding Wenqing's eyes widened in disbelief. But he soon subconsciously felt that this uncle must be a relative of his aunt's grandmother's family. Otherwise, it would be impossible to guess based on just a few words.

It’s okay to complain to strangers, but it’s better not to say anything nonsense to acquaintances.

So he stood up quickly and said:
"Uncle, thank you for the candy, I really need to go back to school."

Wang Yuanchao said:

"What's your mother's name?"

Ding Wenqing said:
"Oops, I'm going to be late!"

Just run away.

Wang Yuanchao picked up the child immediately. The little guy kicked his legs and said in fear:
"Uncle, I really don't know my biological mother's name."

(End of this chapter)