Sister, you miss me

In the morning, the three of them just strolled around the commercial street in the county town, mainly to accompany Wang Fenglin, and at the same time bought him two sets of new clothes.

That's all, I also argued with Lao Wang for a long time.

Wang Fenglin's income was not low originally, but he was tall and handsome, and even if he was old, he was an elderly beautiful man. With such a figure, he could look different in any clothes.

Therefore, Wang Fenglin was originally a rough man, often wearing a white coat to commute to get off work.

It's not that Wang Fenglin is reluctant to pay, but he thinks that the money is not worth it.

Wang Fenglin has worked all his life, receiving special state allowances on a monthly basis, but he still lives in a house with two bedrooms and one living room.

On the way, after Wang Fenglin wore a neat overcoat, he just felt it and said, "Qianqian, grandpa has worked for a lifetime, and he only left you with a dowry of 100,000 yuan. Don't be too young."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Wang Bingqian groaned.

But Yang Feng was murmured. It is said that Wang Fenglin's income is not low, and he still has allowances. He does not smoke and rarely drinks. The house is also the old house of the unit, and he does not pay attention to eating and dressing.

Calculated like this, there should be more than that.

Yang Feng even wondered evilly whether Wang Fenglin had raised a small child outside.

Of course, even if he saved one million, Yang Feng didn't look down on it, Yang Feng was just curious.

Today is the fifth day of the first lunar month, and it can be considered a traditional holiday. On the Fifth Horse Day, there are people firing guns early in the morning.

Nowadays, in small counties and rural areas, cannons can be fired during the New Year holidays. In order to deal with the smog, big cities do not allow cannons. Those who dare to commit crimes are directly detained.

There is no wind today. At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun rises high, and there is actually a warm feeling.

The two young men followed Wang Fenglin along the street, and then walked into the central garden.

Every old man with gray hair, there are men and women, standing or sitting, some carrying birds, some playing chess, some playing the violin, and some singing.

It’s a joy to go all the way.

Seeing Wang Fenglin, everyone stood up and said hello. Obviously, Wang Fenglin was very popular with the big guys.

Then, Wang Fenglin introduced his granddaughter and Yang Feng to everyone.

Wang Bingqian and Yang Feng called grandparents together sweetly.

"Oh, Director Wang, your granddaughter is so handsome," said several old men.

"Unbelievable, Director Wang, your grandson-in-law is so handsome." said several old ladies.

"Golden boy and jade girl, perfect match." An old lady sang.

"President Wang, when do you invite everyone to have a wedding drink?" the old man pulling the erhu asked.

Wang Bingqian suddenly smiled somewhat reluctantly, but Yang Feng was calm: "Grandpa and grandma, you can do it anytime."

Wang Fenglin stepped forward to relieve the siege: "Now that young people are wild, they don't want to be constrained by marriage so early. However, my grandson-in-law, I am absolutely relieved. I am coming over today to say to all my brothers and sisters that I am going to the big city to enjoy my granddaughter and grandson-in-law. "

"Ah? Oh, Director Wang, I really envy you!"

"President Wang, you are finally out."

"President Wang, I can't bear you!"

Wang Fenglin immediately moved his true feelings and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes: "I can't bear to bother everyone. We don't have friendship for a year or two. This time we will see each other in our lifetime? But the children are filial, and I am too You can’t rely on your own temperament, so I wish you brothers and sisters good health and live younger.

Several old women were particularly reluctant to leave, and surrounded Wang Fenglin.

"Pharaoh, we are all very old, can the big cities adapt?"

"That's it, Pharaoh, what's great in big cities? There are many cars and people, and there are many smog. Remember to wear a mask when you go out."

"If you don't get used to come back quickly, we won't be able to withstand the toss.

"Understand, understand."

Wang Fenglin tears away with the old comrades.

Wang Bingqian's eyelids were soft, and she also shed tears.

At the exit of the central garden, Yang Feng met an acquaintance, but the acquaintance did not recognize him at once, and instead called out "Director Wang" affectionately.

Wang Fenglin walked over immediately: "President Jiang, oh no, Director Jiang is right."

The person here was Jiang Yingjie, the principals of Yang Feng and Wang Bingqian. Later, because the county No. 1 High School was too dazzling in the college entrance examination, Jiang Yingjie stepped up to the sky and entered the county education bureau as deputy director. After several years, he finally got on board. Up the main office.

It is strange to say that as soon as Jiang Yingjie left, the County No. 1 Middle School did not show any dazzling performance in the subsequent college entrance examination.

Therefore, there have been all kinds of rumors and discussions.

For example, the times make heroes.

Others say that heroes make the times.

There is also a saying that the monthly profit must be lost, and the prosperity will decline. The County No. 1 Middle School has been holding back for many years, and suddenly it has been a little overdone. As the saying goes, "the power cannot be exhausted", so the successor of the No.

From the perspective of feng shui, it hurts vitality.

At this moment, Jiang Yingjie and Wang Fenglin were talking cordially.

Jiang Yingjie said: "President Wang, the Hope Fund you donated has built a Hope Primary School in Zhoujiadian. The primary school will be named after you. When the primary school is completed, you are invited to cut the ribbon on the spot."

Only then did Yang Feng know where Wang Fenglin's money had gone, and he looked at Wang Bingqian. After Wang Bingqian was surprised, he was overwhelmed with emotion.

Wang Fenglin shook his head: "Firstly, I am for the children, not for the sake of fame. Secondly, I am leaving Chunyang soon."

"Where to go?" Jiang Yingjie couldn't help asking.

Wang Fenglin turned slightly to the side and waved to Yang Feng and Wang Bingqian, "You two, it was not enough to meet your old principal."

"Hello, President Jiang."

Yang Feng and Wang Bingqian said in unison.

Jiang Yingjie has gray hair and dim eyes. He carefully identified it for a long time: "Xiao Feng, Qianqian, it is really you."

"Principal, it's us."

The hands of the three people were tightly clasped together.

Jiang Yingjie sighed: "Oh, how many years have passed since this dazzling, you all have grown up. You are the pride of a middle school and the entire Shunan education community."

"Principal Jiang, you passed the award, your spirit is still so good." Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Well, what is good, my old man, it's no use." Jiang Yingjie said, smiling at the two of them: "You are still together after all, good, good."

At this moment, Wang Bingqian let go of Jiang Yingjie's hand, walked over and grabbed grandpa's hand and said with a cold face: "Comrade Wang, what have you done secretly with me behind?"

"I do not have it!"

"No, I am your only granddaughter, and your only relative, OK? You only left me a dowry of 100,000 yuan, and you actually donated a lot of money to help build Hope Primary School?"

"Huh? You heard it all?"

"Your granddaughter is not deaf."

"Qianqian, grandpa is sorry for you."

Jiang Yingjie was a little embarrassed, because after all, he missed his mouth. At this moment, he felt that he had to relieve Director Wang, so he stepped forward and said, "Qianqian, your grandpa is love from heaven and earth. He was originally meant to save the dead and heal the wounded. Doctor, I didn’t expect to still be concerned about the education of children in poor mountainous areas. Isn’t this kind of spirit worth advocating and not touching?

"Comrade Wang, I just want to know how much you donated?"

"One..." Wang Fenglin raised an index finger.

"Ten thousand?" Wang Bingqian said.

Wang Fenglin shook his head.

"One hundred thousand?"

Wang Fenglin shakes again.

"Don't tell me it's a million?"

Wang Fenglin shook his head, barely smiled and said, "The difference is five thousand."

Wang Bingqian covered her mouth at once, and shining tears slid down her fair and clear face.

Wang Fenglin panicked and quickly comforted: "Qianqian, grandpa is wrong, don't cry, grandpa will never donate a penny in the future, grandpa's future money will be yours."

"Grandpa!" Wang Bingqian yelled, "Qianqian is reluctant to bear you. It turns out that you have been reluctant to eat and wear these years because you have such a lofty ideal."

Wang Fenglin and Jiang Yingjie were stunned. It turned out that Wang Bingqian meant this.

Especially Jiang Yingjie, who just thought Wang Bingqian was reluctant to donate the money, because if Wang Fenglin did not donate, the money would eventually be left to Wang Bingqian.Because of this judgment, Jiang Yingjie was very disappointed with this student, thinking that one generation was far worse.

Therefore, after hearing Wang Bingqian's words, Jiang Yingjie was quite surprised.

Then, Wang Fenglin choked and said, "Qianqian, you are the closest person to grandpa. It is true that grandpa is hiding from you. However, since entering the mountain ten years ago, grandpa found that the children in the mountains are too bitter. All of them went to school in dilapidated houses. At that time, Grandpa had the idea of ​​helping to build a Hope Primary School.

Wang Fenglin's dim old eyes suddenly radiated a strange brilliance, "When you struggle for lofty ideals and beliefs, the pain and suffering are really insignificant."

"Grandpa, you are so great, Qianqian is proud of you."

Wang Bingqian walked over, plunged into Wang Fenglin's arms, and hugged his waist.

"Good boy, really good boy of Grandpa." Wang Fenglin shed tears of relief.

Jiang Yingjie also took a breath, and this ending was called perfect.

Yang Feng took Jiang Yingjie’s palm and shook it. He said, “President Jiang, let’s do this. In the name of grandpa, I will donate another one million. If it is not useful for the time being, you can set up a Fenglin Education Fund.”

Wang Fenglin and Wang Bingqian looked at the two together.

"Xiaofeng, are you doing well?" Jiang Yingjie slapped Yang Feng's arm happily, "Well, this is also called feeding back the society, feeding back the hometown, but why not in your own name."

Yang Feng shook his head and looked at Wang Fenglin: "Because I am not as great as my grandfather."

"Where and where, great and as great."

Jiang Yingjie said with a smile.

In fact, no one understands Yang Feng's meaning, only Yang Feng himself. He is not humble. Wang Fenglin put out a million, which is almost his life savings, and he is frugal, and sacrificed his granddaughter’s dowry. To Yang Feng, a million is not a small amount of money, and the meeting gifts he casually gave to his godson also exceeded this number.

Therefore, he said he was not as great as Wang Fenglin.

After breaking up with Jiang Yingjie, Wang Fenglin became more and more pleasing to this grandson-in-law. There is no alternative, like-minded, very rare.

Especially when I remembered that the two were working together in the county hospital, one is old and one is young, one is a well-known medical expert, and the other is a little-known boy, they have become friends of the year.

This is all fate in the dark!

Wang Fenglin took a young man's hand on the left and right, and couldn't help sighing for a while.