MC Bookstore Chapter 74 The Old Man Makes His Appearance
Chapter 74 The Old Man Makes His Appearance
Chapter 74 The Old Man Makes His Appearance (Ta-da! Explosive Update Mode Activated 11)
Chen Lang and Liu Yifei became undeniably prominent figures at school.
Wherever they go, people point and whisper about them.
"Look, it's him, Chen Lang, the one who wrote 'Sisters'."
"The person next to him is Liu Yifei. She's really good-looking and sings beautifully too."
"I heard they were betrothed when they were children."
Chen Lang was already used to these discussions.
He still goes to and from school with Liu Yifei every day, living a regular and peaceful life.
However, he also felt a sense of satisfaction that others could not understand, as a creator behind the scenes.
BJ.
Beijisi Hutong, a standalone two-story building.
A green 212 military jeep came to an abrupt stop in front of the small building.
The car door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in casual clothes got out.
The man stood tall and straight, with two horizontal bars and four gold stars on his shoulders, indicating his rank as a senior colonel.
The guards at the gate saw him and immediately saluted.
The colonel returned the greeting and hurried into the small building.
In the courtyard, an old man wearing a white shirt tucked into his green military trousers was pruning a pot of clivia with a large pair of scissors.
The old man looked to be in his sixties, with still black hair and a ruddy complexion.
The colonel walked up behind the old man, stood at attention, and remained silent.
The old man trimmed off the last extra leaf before putting down the scissors and sitting down at the stone table.
"They're here."
The colonel took a photograph out of his briefcase and handed it over with both hands.
The photo shows Chen Lang and Liu Yifei singing at the school's National Day performance.
The old man took the photo, a glimmer of light shining through his cloudy eyes.
He gently stroked the boy's face in the photo.
"Tell me about it."
The colonel straightened his back and began his report.
"Chen Lang, male, was born on August 25, 1987, at Tongji Hospital in Wuhan."
"Premature birth, born before one month of gestation."
"My mother, Chen Qin, was a singer at the Wuhan Song and Dance Theater. She died from postpartum hemorrhage."
"His father, Shen Jingfang, entrusted him to Liu Xiaoli, a dancer at the Wuhan Song and Dance Theater and a close friend of his deceased wife, to raise him."
"According to the investigation, the two families had a verbal agreement about a marriage between their children when the children were born."
"Chen Lang began learning music at the age of three under the tutelage of his maternal uncle, Yao Feng, a professor in the Composition Department of Wuhan Conservatory of Music."
"At the age of five, he was already able to independently adapt songs."
"In the same year, his father, Shen Jingfang, returned home to visit relatives and began to teach him to study and practice martial arts."
"He entered Poyang Street Primary School this year. Because he had already completed the junior high school curriculum on his own, he skipped a grade to sixth grade along with Liu Xiaoli's daughter, Liu Yifei."
"I have already started learning English on my own and can have fluent conversations."
"According to the observation of the staff at Shen Jingfang's workplace, Chen Lang had a very deep relationship with his adoptive mother Liu Xiaoli and her family, and regarded Liu Xiaoli as his biological mother."
"His future plan is to accompany Liu Yifei to Beijing to apply for a film performance major."
"According to our intelligence, Liu Xiaoli and her husband An Shaokang's relationship has long been broken down and they are currently separated, but have not yet gone through divorce proceedings."
"In addition, Shen Jingfang's good friend Chen Jinfei has adopted the two children as godparents and gifted them an apartment in Huiyuan Apartment in Chaoyang District, Beijing, which is currently being renovated."
The colonel's report covered every detail, no matter how small.
From Chen Lang's birth to every detail of his life, everything was thoroughly investigated.
The old man kept his head down, looking at the photo in his hand.
After the colonel finished speaking, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"His name is—Chen Lang?"
A bead of cold sweat appeared on the colonel's forehead.
He answered reluctantly.
"Takes the mother's surname."
The old man dropped the photo from his hand to the ground.
He slammed his hand on the stone table beside him and stood up abruptly.
"You bastard!"
He roared, his voice booming, making the colonel's eardrums ring.
"I'm a descendant of the Shen family, and my surname is Chen?"
"OK!"
"Where is that little bastard Shen Jingfang now?"
The colonel's body tensed up instinctively.
Comrade Shen Jingfang is currently on a mission in Africa.
"The Rwandan civil war has just ended, and he is there handling some cleanup work."
"As planned, after the mission, he will go directly to Chechnya —"
"Chechnya my foot!"
The old man interrupted him with a roar, and instinctively reached for his waist.
The colonel broke out in a cold sweat.
This old man had a very fiery temper when he was young.
He likes to hit people with his belt at the slightest disagreement.
When Shen Jingfang was a child, he beat her a lot.
"Tell him to get the hell back here right now!"
The old man pointed at the colonel's nose and started cursing.
"Immediately, right now!"
"What kind of bullshit mission is this? They've abandoned their wives and kids!"
The colonel stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move, letting the spittle fly onto his face.
"yes!!"
He could only respond loudly.
The old man cursed for a while, his chest heaving violently, as if he was exhausted.
He bent down, picked up the photo from the ground, and blew off the dust.
"What should we do about the child?"
The colonel asked cautiously.
The old man's anger seemed to be extinguished instantly by those words.
He looked at the photo of the little boy who resembled him somewhat, and his expression became complicated.
In the end, only a long sigh remained.
"never mind."
"Let's keep the surname Chen."
"It's because I owe the Chen family a life."
"It's that child, Xiaoqin—this old man is so sorry for her."
"This child has suffered too."
The old man's voice lowered.
"It's not easy for people to raise their children to this age."
"Let's talk about it when that brat Shen Jingfang gets back."
He looked up at the colonel.
When will he be able to return to China?
The colonel did not hide anything.
"The exact date is not yet clear, but it is expected to be no later than 96."
"With Hong Kong's return to China imminent, there is a severe shortage of manpower there."
The old man nodded and sat back down on the stone bench.
"You stay over there and have someone keep an eye on things."
"Don't disturb the child's life."
"Yes, don't worry, I've already arranged for someone to keep an eye on things over there."
The colonel responded, hesitated for a moment, and then asked.
"Based on observation, Liu Xiaoli will likely bring her two children to Beijing next year to attend junior high school."
"Would you like to meet him then?"
The old man stared blankly at the photo in his hand, lost in thought.
After a long while, he finally waved his hand.
The colonel saluted, turned and left.
In the courtyard, the old man was alone, holding that photo and looking at it over and over again.
He muttered to himself.
"So alike, so very alike."
"Hahaha----"
He suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with smugness and pride.
"An eight-year-old prodigy!"
"They are from my Shen family!"
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