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Old Injury - Chapter 14

Published at 17th of August 2022 05:44:56 AM


Chapter 14

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Early in the morning, the birds in the forest chirped to wake me up from my sleep, and the chirping sounds were like they were right next to my ears, which gave me a headache.

When the forest is big, there are really all kinds of birds. I remember that the window was closed yesterday, why is it so noisy?

Struggling to open my eyes, in the darkened bedroom, the corner opposite the big bed somehow leaked a curtain, and the dazzling sunlight poured in through the open window, casting a bright spot on the carpet.

The morning wind blew the window screens, floating up and down, and I noticed that there was still a person sitting behind the dazzling sunlight.

I jumped up from the bed in fright and waited until my vision re-adjusted to the darkness and saw the other person’s familiar facial features. I slumped my shoulders and relaxed my tense back.

“When…when did you come back?”

Seeing that I was awake, Song Bai Lao pressed the remote control beside him, and the curtains slowly opened to both sides with his movements.

“Half an hour ago.”

Like a vampire dying in the light, I stretched out my arms to block the sunlight, and then blinked a few times before I fully adapted to the light.

Song Bai Lao was sitting by the window in a suit and tie, with coffee and sandwiches in front of him, and he should be having breakfast before I woke up. I couldn’t believe it, I was so sleepy that I didn’t even know when he entered the room.

When I thought about being stared at by Song Bai Lao for half an hour while I was deep asleep, during which I might snort and grind my teeth, my head swelled and my face became hot.

“Then…why didn’t you wake me up?” I faced him and crawled out of bed a little backwards.

“Let’s see how long you can sleep.”

I glanced at the electronic clock on the bedside table secretly, it was obviously not even nine o’clock, and it was not very late…

I was wearing pajamas and stepped on the carpet with my bare feet, five meters away from him. The diagonal distance still feels tense.

“Why did you come back so early today, did you forget something else?”

Song Bai Lao took a sip of coffee, and when he heard my question, he put the cup back on the tray, making a “click”, and my heart trembling.

This probably means that I may have said something wrong.

“It’s my home, can’t I come back without taking something?” His tone was not very stern, even pleasant, but I knew that these were all fake images, smoke bombs that let me relax my vigilance, and the enemy’s tricks.

I quickly said, “No, no, you can come back anytime!”

Song Bai Lao looked at me critically, from feet to head, and finally settled on my head. I guess my hair must have been cocked quite a bit after tossing and turning all night.

“Quickly pack up, you are going to a place with me in the afternoon.”

With his order, I began to search for my slippers. One was found beside the bed, but the other was nowhere to be found. I leaned down and looked at the bottom of the bed.

“Uh…where it is?” I saw the slipper lying not far away, it should have been kicked to the bottom of the bed before I went to bed yesterday, so I tried my best to reach for it, and finally reached it, Song Bai Lao’s answer also rang in my ears.

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“Orphanage.”

I knelt on the ground, straightened my upper body, and looked at him dully like a confused groundhog: “Orphanage?”

It wasn’t that Song Bai Lao was suddenly kind, and it wasn’t that he suddenly wanted to adopt a child. All of them had long-established charity itineraries, and it was only when he was about to end that he thought of telling me.

It was almost ten o’clock when I finished washing up and put on the clothes Song Bai Lao personally selected. After a quick brunch, wiped my mouth and got into the private car to the orphanage with the impatient man.

In the car, Song Bai Lao told me that this was a charity and a show, and there would be photographers following the whole journey there, so that I should not talk nonsense or do anything indecent.

I noded agreed, but when I thought of not only facing the camera, but also facing the children and teachers of the orphanage, I couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.

If I don’t deal with it properly and make a mistake, Song Bai Lao will definitely peel me…

But as if hearing my heart, Song Bai Lao looked at me coldly and said: “If you screw up, not only will I peel you, Luo Qinghe will still slap you, he has always placed great importance on his public reputation.”

This was the first time he called Luo Qinghe by name in front of me, it seems that the slap was still there last time, and told him to remember his hatred to this day.

“Dad…” Song Bai Lao gave me a look, and I immediately understood, “cough, I screwed up, why would it affect him?”

Song Bailao pressed the button at his hand, and slowly raised the partition in the compartment to connect with the cab. completely blocked.

“He is preparing to run for Congress. There are four seats in Xiangtan and more than 10 million people. Can he be cautious?”

There will be four seats for each constituency in the country, with a total of 200 seats. The term of office is six years. After he said this, I realized that before I knew it, it was time for a new term.

Although Xiangtan is not big, it has always been a place where people gather due to its developed economy. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are many powerful existences, and the competition can not be said to be fierce. If Luo Qinghe wanted to be elected as a member of parliament, he really could not tolerate a single mistake. Charitable donations are one of the simplest and most effective social activities. No wonder Song Bai Lao said that there are still photographers taking pictures. These accumulated materials will probably become an extra weapon for Luo Qinghe’s campaign in the future.

I was fascinated by the thought, and Song Bai Lao didn’t make a sound after that.

The orphanage is located in a two-story western-style building on the outskirts. It is not far from Weijing Mountain, only thirty minutes.

When I got out of the car with Song Bai Lao, I was warmly welcomed by the dean and other staff members, and even two children brought us flowers.

During this time, the shutter sound continued, and the flash continued, which should have completely captured my pale and stiff ghost appearance.

My retina has not recovered from the continuous flash of enthusiasm, and my right hand is suddenly grasped by a wider hand, slowly pulling forward.

The shock of my body being struck by the thunder is not enough to describe my shock. The hand trembled involuntarily, like the aftermath of the thunder.

The sound of my heart beating filled my eardrums, and the tip of my nose was scented with flowers. I stared at Song Bai Lao’s back, followed him step by step, and stumbled on his arm.

Song Bai Lao was pushed forward by my impetus, and his impatience was already on his brows.

“Be careful, don’t fall.” He waited for me to stand up and held my hand again, “Go slowly, I’ll hold you.”

He was so gentle all of a sudden, which made me very uncomfortable.

I started thinking about the wedding day.

I still remember that day, he held me, leaned close to my ear and said with a smile, it was all fake anyway.

Thinking of this, I stopped, and my whole body was much more awake.

We followed the dean to visit the canteen, classrooms, children’s dormitories, and a library.

Song Bai Lao asked the dean from time to time about the cost of food and clothing for the children. He was humble and polite, and his speech was generous and decent. His performance along the way could serve as an excellent model for the heirs of modern chaebols.

It seems that his bad temper also depends on the occasion, depending on the object.

Song Bai Lao talked about buying new winter quilts for every child in the orphanage , renovating the aging teaching building, donating 2,000 books, and also subsidizing the orphanage’s meals every month. The photographer on the side couldn’t stop pressing the shutter, and his companion held a voice recorder in his hand. He didn’t know if he would go back and organize it into a press release.

I was gradually pushed aside and stood with the staff holding flowers.

Maybe this is the right position for me, watching the “protagonist” glow from a distance, acting as a dispensable passerby.

Suddenly, the screams of the girl on the playground piercing the sky successfully attracted everyone’s attention.

The person with such a good voice was a seven- or eight-year-old girl with half-length hair draped over her shoulders. Her face was full of anger and she pointed at another ten-year-old boy not far away: ” Give me back the headband!” The boy made a face begging for beating, and raised the pink headband between his fingers provocatively: “If you don’t return it, I won’t return it !”

Figures with sharply contrasting shapes rushed over from the other side of the playground, throwing the boy to the ground as easily as a sumo wrestler.

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With a “Bang”, the ground raised dust, and the two boys scuffled together.

“Brother!” The girl hurried over to support.

“What are you doing! Separate them!” The adults finally began to take measures, and several teachers rushed up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Mr. Song, we made you uncomfortable…” The dean smiled stiffly.

Song Bai Lao waved his hand and said he didn’t mind: “Children, it’s inevitable.”

The dean sighed, “Yes, it’s really hard for a child of this age to play cats and dogs all day long.”

“I also have one child, he’s only five years old, and he’s not at the age to be bothered.” Song Bai Lao just casually answered, but he didn’t expect to dig a hole for himself.

“Ah, with the excellent genes of the two of you, this child must be very good and cute, and he won’t be as worrying as these leather monkeys in our yard.”

The dean probably didn’t do enough homework, and flattered the horse’s leg. Song Bai Lao’s expression visibly froze for a moment. I almost thought he was going to turn his face, but he endured it again. It’s just that the words after that were obviously a lot less, and I mainly listened, and nodded in response from time to time.

An hour later, we returned to the car and successfully completed the trip to the orphanage.

Song Bai Lao let out a long breath from his chest as soon as he closed the car door, then loosened his tie, untied the bite stopper, and opened the wine cabinet to pour himself a whisky, completely relieved from the pressure.

I looked out of the car window, and my eyes lingered on the two little figures standing on the playground. I couldn’t help thinking… Does Youyou also fight with people? Will he think I abandoned him? will he hate me? Does he really… want to know about his other father?

His father…

“What are you looking at?”

I was shocked and turned around: “No, I thought of something from the past.”

Song Bai Lao looked past me and looked in the direction I was looking at.

“I remember you and Zhu Li had a good relationship before” He leaned back comfortably, shaking the ice cubes in the wine glass gently, “He’s still doing too much for you.”

It really happened.

The endless malicious bullying in the freshman year of high school was finally stopped thanks to Zhu Li’s presence, but it wasn’t because we had a good relationship.

This is a multiple-choice question. If he wants to maintain the character of “good brother”, it is impossible for him to see me as nothing.




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