Wolves are reborn

The boy was holding an English picture book and read it with great interest. He asked kindly: "Little friend, how old are you?"

The little boy looked up at Zheng Jiajun, and replied childishly: "Almost 5 years and 9 months."

"What's your name?" Zheng Jiajun asked.

"Yang Jiancheng." The little boy replied.

Zheng Jiajun only felt that the sky was full of golden light, and his eyes were bright.

He stared at Yang Jiancheng happily, never tired of seeing this pink and beautiful little boy.

Seeing the old man entering the room with a teapot, Zheng Jiajun asked, "Sir, what are the three words for Jiancheng's name?"

"The poplar of the poplar, the sword of the sword, the success of success."

The old man responded and poured tea for Zheng Jiajun.

Zheng Jiajun clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his excitement and asked: "His birthday is New Year's Day?"

"Yes." The old man nodded.

Zheng Jiajun really wanted to cheer loudly, but he didn't dare to make a fuss, so he could only sit quietly with his eyes down, letting his heart surge.

Yang Guangyao abandoned his wife and son in order to cling to the powerful, so this old man is his father-in-law, that is, Yang Jiancheng's grandfather.

How could the old man like such a son-in-law?

Even if he is very talented, he has no virtue.

Compared with virtue, isn't the latter more important?

With the old man's status, is it possible that he can't find a son-in-law with both ability and political integrity?

However, if the old man really picked someone else to be his son-in-law, Yang Jiancheng would no longer exist.

Ugh……

Having such a father is really the biggest stain in Jiancheng's life!

The old man glanced at his watch and said softly, "Jiancheng, the time is almost up, go to class."

Yang Jiancheng immediately closed the book and went to the small bookshelf by the wall to put the book away.

He waved his hand at Zheng Jiajun and said politely, "Goodbye, uncle!"

Zheng Jiajun said "goodbye" and looked at Yang Jiancheng with reluctance.

Yang Jiancheng said "Goodbye, Grandpa" to the old man, turned around and opened the door to go out.

grandfather?

Should not be!

Didn't Yang Guangyao's father pass away long ago?

Zheng Jiajun stared at the closed door in bewilderment, unable to figure out what went wrong.

The old man poured out the scroll from the bamboo tube and slowly unfolded it on the desk.

He looked at this magnificent and majestic collage of rags, applauding secretly in his heart.

It is impossible for a person to make such a painting without a broad mind and lofty aspirations.

It seems that he did the right thing by doing this favor.

The old man glanced at the inscription on the painting and said, "Xiao Zheng, do you plan to raise chickens all your life?"

"Not only raising chickens, but also feed, dairy products, biology, finance, real estate, etc., I will be involved in the future. However, this has to be done step by step, and you can't become fat with one bite." Zheng Jiajun said his life plan.

"I can understand the feed, what's going on in the back?" The old man humbly asked for help.

Zheng Jiajun eloquently explained the future development of various industries to the elderly. When it came to excitement, he stood up and raised his arms, with the potential to swallow mountains and rivers.

The old man's blood boiled with excitement, and he couldn't believe that he was actually aroused by a young man in his 20s to arouse his long-lost ambition.

He patted Zheng Jiajun's shoulder heavily, and said proudly: "Let go! I'll be your backing!"

Zheng Jiajun stared at the old man's piercing eyes in surprise, his gratitude was beyond words.

He suddenly thought of something, and his whole body suddenly deflated like a deflated rubber ball.

"What's wrong, this is?" the old man asked suspiciously.

Zheng Jiajun hesitated for a while, and decided to reveal some truth to the old man.

"Something may have happened to me. I don't remember my name, age, place of birth, etc., and I don't have any documents to prove my identity. What I told you last time was from Xue Kaiyan, the owner of the chicken farm. I rescued him once, and in order to repay me, he let me stay and work in the chicken farm. Now this name is chosen by myself. It doesn’t matter if I use it on weekdays. But if I want to register a company, it’s impossible No. I am a person without status and can't do anything!"

The old man looked at Zheng Jiajun in surprise, and said: "I don't think you look like you have amnesia at all, but like a prophet."

"It would be great if I really have supernatural powers." Zheng Jiajun said with a wry smile, "Old man, I can tell you the truth. I have never mentioned this to anyone."

"I'll find you a doctor and see if you can cure the disease." The old man pondered.

"I don't want to treat it." Zheng Jiajun said frankly, "It will be forcibly deleted by the brain, and it must not be a pleasant message. I don't want to waste time tracing the past. Life is short, and I have to seize all the time to create the future."

The old man didn't expect that such a young man could have such an open-minded and pragmatic attitude towards life, so he couldn't help but look up to him.

He stretched out his right hand and introduced himself: "My name is Yang Siyuan."

Zheng Jiajun hurriedly held Yang Siyuan's hand, and said respectfully, "Old Yang, hello!"

"I'll find someone to check your identity for you. However, our country has a large population and a large area, so it may be difficult to find out." Yang Siyuan said.

"You can check the prisoners across the country first to confirm that I am not a fugitive or a criminal suspect. In that case, you can rest assured that I can also be at ease." Zheng Jiajun said truthfully.

Seeing Zheng Jiajun expressing his worries that he couldn't express clearly, Yang Siyuan was a little embarrassed.

"You go back first, and I'll see if I can help you solve the identity problem."

"Thank you!" Zheng Jiajun bowed and said happily, "The identity problem is solved, and I can make great achievements!"

Zheng Jiajun left Xiangyu Kindergarten and went to the hospital to get Zhou Junyu's physical examination report.

He was told by the doctor that Zhou Junyu suffered from early gastric cancer and needed to be hospitalized immediately.

He secretly called out for danger, and hurriedly called Fan Lekang to come out and hand over Zhou Junyu's medical examination report to him.

Fan Lekang did not stay long, and reported to Yang Guangyao after taking the report.

Yang Guangyao attached great importance to it, and ordered Fan Lekang to send a telegram to Zhou Junyu immediately, summoning her to Beijing for treatment.

Zhou Junyu received a telegram and learned that he had stomach cancer, and almost cried to death.

Her precious son is only 12 years old, if she really lets go, what will happen to the child!

She sold all the valuables at home and remitted all the money to Yang Tiancheng.

The last time she returned home from Jijing, she didn't listen to Zheng Jiajun's advice, lost her money, and slapped herself hard in regret.

Now, she has learned a lot from a pit, and she no longer dares to save small money or lose big money.

Zhou Junyu came to Jijing by train, and went to a restaurant with Fan Lekang who came to pick him up. In the private room, he met her ex-husband whom she hadn't seen for more than 4 years.

Seeing the other party's imposing manner, and thinking of her physical weakness, she was too ashamed to lift her head.

Yang Guangyao looked at his aging and shy ex-wife, feeling a little guilty, but he didn't regret his original decision.

People go to high places and water flows to low places. If a commoner like him wants to stand out, he must seize every opportunity to climb up, even if he is called Chen Shimei.

"Xiaoyu, I asked an expert. Your illness can be cured only if you have to cut out your stomach and pull a section of intestine up. Although you lost an organ, it's better than losing your life. Tian Cheng is still young, so for him, You have to take care of yourself."

Yang Guangyao's tone was calm and distant, with a businesslike tone.

"After you are cured, you will live here. I will ask Xiao Fan to arrange a place for you. Tian Cheng will have to go to school here in the future. You live near the school. You can get together with him on weekends and urge him study. At the end of each month, I will send Xiao Fan to give you living expenses. Don’t blindly save money and ruin yourself and your children’s health. It’s not convenient for me to see you. If you need anything, just ask Xiao Fan, He will report to me."

Zhou Junyu nodded her drooping head, holding the corner of her clothes with both hands under the tablecloth.

She really wanted to say "I don't want you to arrange housing, I don't want your money, I don't want you to take care of my son", but unfortunately, she didn't have the capital.

She is just a barefoot doctor and a village woman with little education. How could she survive in a metropolis like Jijing by herself?

For the sake of her son's future, she must endure the humiliation!

"Let's eat first. After dinner, I will go to the hospital with Xiao Fan. I have other things to do in the afternoon, so I won't accompany you."

Yang Guangyao picked up a chopstick dish for Zhou Junyu, and began to concentrate on eating.

8. Reversal of fate...

Zhou Junyu picked up the chopsticks and forced herself to eat with a big mouthful.

She felt that what she swallowed was not rice grains, but stones, which made her throat burn and hurt, and even her eyes burned.

She did not allow herself to cry in front of Yang Guangyao.

Because, she has clearly realized the cruelty of this man.

She should have seen his true nature clearly, and should not have extravagant hopes for him.

All these years, she has been tormenting herself because of him, she is so stupid!

After Zhou Junyu stayed in the single ward, she lay alone on the bed, her heart was like a chilling winter.

When there was a knock on the door, she immediately sat up, raised her voice and said "Come in".

Zheng Jiajun came into the room carrying two cans of malted milk and a bag of fresh fruit, and looked at the pale Zhou Junyu with concern.

"Sister Yu, what's wrong?"

Zhou Junyu shook his head, and said with a serious expression: "Junzi, I am afraid that I will never be able to repay you for saving my sister's life. I want to ask you something, can you agree?"

"Don't be so polite to me, just speak straight."

Zheng Jiajun put down the gift and sat down beside the bed.

"Sister, if something happens, can you help take care of Chengzi?"

Zhou Junyu looked at Zheng Jiajun sadly, his eyes gradually filled with tears