The most popular king in the world

Chapter 75 The Most Precious Thing

Halbin City has now entered the coldest season of the year.There was a light snowfall before dawn, and the road was already smooth, but when this layer of snow powder fell, it made the situation even worse.

Zhang Qingsheng was wrapped in a shabby military overcoat, and he limped into the town pushing his motorcycle.He fell down just now, although he didn't have any major problems with the thick clothes, but he twisted his foot and it hurt a lot.

Most importantly, after he lifted the motorcycle up, he couldn't start it anyway.The flagpole tied to the rear frame was also broken, and the whole person looked quite embarrassed.

To be honest, 8 years ago, Zhang Qingsheng would never have imagined that one day he would become what he is now.

8 years ago, he had his own studio. 8 years ago, he was earning millions a year. Eight years ago, he was an upstart in the field of game design. Eight years ago, he had a beautiful wife whom everyone envied. 8 years ago, he had his own cute little angel Qiuqiu.

But from the moment his wife called him in a panic eight years ago, crying and telling him that his son was missing, his life, his career, his family, and even his entire life all collapsed.There is only one belief left - to find the child.

In order to find Qiuqiu, he transferred his studio, sold his stocks and funds, and couldn't care about anything else.From the beginning of spending huge sums of money to publish missing person notices in various media newspapers, to driving around looking for or posting missing person information.

Two years have passed, and there is still no news of Qiuqiu, while Zhang Qingsheng's originally wealthy net worth is shrinking rapidly.When Zhang Qingsheng planned to sell the house in order to continue looking for Qiuqiu, his wife filed for divorce from him.

Zhang Qingsheng calmly accepted his wife's proposal, signed his name on the divorce agreement, took half of the house sale price, and continued his journey to find his son.

For 6 years, he rode a motorcycle, starting from Shanghai, and followed the map from south to north to search for cities one by one.

For six years, he lived and slept in the open, and searched all over the northern part of China by relying on a motorcycle.Every time he arrives in a new city, he is full of expectations.Every time he left, apart from deep disappointment and exhaustion, all he had left was the big forks scratched with a red pen on the dilapidated map he carried with him.

Everyone persuaded Zhang Qingsheng to give up, but he always believed that one day, he would be able to find Qiuqiu and bring his son home!
This is a small place called Shuangqi Town. Zhang Qingsheng came here the night before yesterday. He walked around the town all day yesterday and posted many missing person notices printed by himself. Unfortunately, Qiuqiu is not here. .

He set off this morning, and wanted to go to the next destination, but who would have thought that the road would be icy, and his old buddy would also lose his temper.

Fortunately, when he was circling around Shuangqi Town yesterday, he saw a motorcycle repair shop not far away, which saved him from being blinded in this cold weather.Pushing the car to the door of the repair shop, Zhang Qingsheng opened the door and walked in.

The room is quite warm, and the owner of the repair shop is a young man in his thirties, sitting by the fire listening to the radio.

The boss met Zhang Qingsheng yesterday. This person walked around the town all day yesterday and sent out a lot of orders. On the pole tied to the rear frame of his motorcycle, there was also a huge photo of Qiuqiu and words about family search.

The boss knew that Zhang Qingsheng was a poor man who was looking for children everywhere. Although he felt sympathetic, he couldn't help him before, so he opened his mouth when he saw him come in.

"What's the matter, buddy? Is there something wrong?"

"Boss, my car is turned off and can't start, can you check it for me?"

"Come on, I'll open the door for you."

Seeing Zhang Qingsheng walking with a limp, the boss realized that he must have fallen, so he overtook him by two or three steps, ran outside and pushed the car into the house by himself.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Qingsheng's voice is very soft. In the past eight years of searching for Qiuqiu, Zhang Qingsheng's voice has become softer and softer. He even became afraid of arguing with others.But his brain is still bright, knowing that the owner of the maintenance shop has noticed that his legs and feet are inconvenient.

"Why are you being polite? Is this a thing? You go to the fire to warm up, and I'll show you this car. By the way, did you get up early for dinner?"

Zhang Qingsheng shook his head, but didn't speak, just sat down by the fire with his body curled up.

The boss fixed the car ladder, looked at Zhang Qingsheng who was sitting by the stove, and pursed his lips.Then he turned around and went into the inner room, and when he came out, he was holding a bucket of instant noodles in his hand, which tasted hot and sour.

"Here, soak it and eat it. There is boiling water in the pot on the stove."

"No boss, I... I have steamed buns I bought last night in my bag, and I can eat them by roasting them on your fire."

"What nonsense! Let you eat it! Kang Shuaifu's, counterfeit, cheap."

When Zhang Qingsheng saw the boss handing him his hand, he didn't intend to take it back, knowing that he couldn't refuse the other party's kindness.In the past 8 years, during his journey of looking for Qiuqiu, he has encountered many fucking people and things, but he has also encountered many kind-hearted people like the boss.

After taking the bucket of Kang Shuaifu, who was dead and heavy, Zhang Qingsheng bowed deeply to the boss.

But the boss waved his hand and said loudly: "Don't make such a fuss, eat it, I'll show you the car."

After tearing off the plastic packaging on the surface of the bucket, Zhang Qingsheng poured the seasoning packet into the bucket, picked up the kettle on the stove, and poured boiling water into the bucket.

The scalding hot water washed away the seasoning of the instant noodles, and the rich aroma spread out, filling Zhang Qingsheng's nostrils.He couldn't remember how long he hadn't smelled this fragrance.

During the 8 years of looking for Qiuqiu, even instant noodles, a food that he dismissed in the past, he was not willing to eat a few times.Because every dollar saved means a few missing person notices.

While waiting for the noodles to soak, the program played on the radio attracted Zhang Qingsheng's attention.

This is a program similar to a real-time hotspot broadcast, with some music interspersed in the middle, and it is considered a little popular in the local area.

'Recently, at the awards ceremony of the Qihang Cup annual ceremony, Shao Yang, the champion of this year's Qihang Cup, announced on the spot that he would donate 500 million to the China Orphans Association, including the bonus of 430 yuan he won in the Qihang Cup competition. 65 yuan, and [-] yuan contributed by Shao Yang himself. "

'Mr. Shao Yang's kind deeds have won constant praise from many netizens. The broad masses of enthusiastic people are deeply inspired by Shao Yang, and they have imitated Shao Yang's generosity. So far, the Huaxia Orphans Association has received A total of more than 350 million yuan has been donated from all over the country. '

"In this world, there are still many good people! This foreigner is a man, anyway, he is better than me. If you want to let me go, you may not be willing to donate so much money."

While the boss skillfully removed the spark plug, he was commenting on the news on the radio.Zhang Qingsheng nodded, but did not speak.

The instant noodles had already been soaked, and when he held it in his hand, he opened the paper seal, and a strong hot and sour smell came over him, constantly stirring up his taste buds.

After a mouthful of sour and spicy thick soup, the whole stomach is warm.For Zhang Qingsheng now, sitting by the stove to cook this in cold weather is already a great luxury.

The program on the radio is still going on: "Mr. Shao Yang was even invited to compose an anthem for the China Association for the Lost Orphans. This song called "The Way Home" was released and entered the top 100 of the hit list the seventh place.Next, let us enjoy the golden song "The Way Home" composed by Shao Yang. '

The host's voice gradually disappeared, replaced by a melodious prelude, the rhythm of the song was not fast, like a trickle, slowly flowing into people's hearts.

The way home
Count the number of cold and heat in a lifetime
Count the ups and downs of the journey

how much laugh how much cry
The way home
Count a year to 360 five
Count the days and wins and losses
what satisfaction
go home happy

Happiness can hug parents

Talk about a shy confession
The lights are not far away

go home lonely

Loneliness is still waiting to be appeased
take off those layers of costumes
blow the fog in my heart
The way home
Count the number of times you are happy in a year
Count the ups and downs of your temper throughout the day
what is poor what is rich

The way home
Count the speed at which the years go by
Counting the troubles of life, who will live together
everything becomes clear

go home happy

Happiness can hug parents

Talk about a shy confession
The lights are not far away

go home lonely

Loneliness is still waiting to be appeased
take off those layers of costumes
blow the fog in my heart
go home happy

Happiness can hug parents

Talk about a shy confession
The lights are not far away

go home lonely

Loneliness is still waiting to be appeased
take off those layers of costumes
blow the fog in my heart
The way home
Pat the dust on your shoulders
No matter how tired you are, you still keep on walking
really happy to be home
The singing gradually died down, and Zhang Qingsheng felt as if his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't swallow the noodles in his mouth.

There is no gorgeous treble, no virtuosic coloratura, and no hoarse shouts.But the lyrics that were sobbing and complaining were like ice picks, piercing Zhang Qingsheng's broken heart fiercely.

Tears slipped from the corners of the eyes, flowed through the messy stubble on the cheeks, gathered at the chin, and finally dripped into the face bucket in his hand.

For 8 years, he didn't cry when he dispersed his family wealth, he didn't cry when he divorced his wife, he didn't cry when he was looked down upon and bullied by others, he didn't cry when he searched most of China and found nothing.

For 8 years, Zhang Qingsheng thought that his tears had already been shed when Qiuqiu was lost.But right now, he cried when he heard Shao Yang's singing.

Because every line of lyrics Shao Yang sang hit the most sensitive and fragile part of his heart.Every line of the lyrics Shao Yang sang is the wish that he most expects and wishes to realize most in his heart!
8 years, he wants to go home, he wants to find his son and take him home with him!
The boss took a rag and wiped off the oil on his hands, and then pressed his big hand on Zhang Qingsheng's shoulder.

"Brother, the car has been repaired for you. The spark plug is blown. It's a small problem." After a pause, the boss's hand squeezed Zhang Qingsheng's shoulder vigorously. "You can definitely find the child, as long as you keep looking, one day, you will be able to bring the child home with you."

Zhang Qingsheng wiped his face with his sleeve, put down the instant noodles in his hand, and stood up from the stove.

"Thank you! I think so too! By the way, boss, how much is the total?"

"Why is there no money? No more! After you finish eating the noodles, go on looking for your child!"

"I want to give it! I..."

"What do you give? I can't compare with people who donate 500 million yuan, but what's the point of reaching out to do a little favor? Eat quickly, or the noodles will be cold later."

"it is good!"

Zhang Qingsheng's eyes were still red, but this time, instead of rejecting the boss's offer, he sat down quietly by the fire again, picked up the noodle bucket, and began to eat noodles in big mouthfuls.Every mouthful is still very congested, but every mouthful can already be swallowed.

When the motorcycle was pushed out of the repair department, the original haze in the sky had dissipated, and the sun also appeared from the thick clouds, and sprinkled the sunlight on the earth, bringing warmth in this winter.

The breeze blows, and the flag that has been replaced by the owner of the repair shop flutters in the wind. On the flag is written a big gilt character - looking for relatives!Ball where are you?Dad is here to take you home!

Standing in front of the repair shop, Zhang Qingsheng bowed deeply to the owner of the repair shop who sent him out, and refused to get up for a long time.

From the boss's point of view, what he did for Zhang Qingsheng today may be nothing more than a little effort.But from Zhang Qingsheng's point of view, what the boss gave him today was not just a bucket of instant noodles or free repairs.

Because, in addition to these material aids, the boss also gave him respect and hope!For Zhang Qingsheng, this is the most precious thing!
Turn the key to power on, press the ignition switch, the motor sounds, and then the motorcycle engine also starts to roar.

Zhang Qingsheng, who was supported by the boss, sat on the car seat and said goodbye to the boss with a smile.

"gone?"

"Well! Let's go!"

"Be careful on the road. When you find the child in the future, bring him to Shuangqi Town to play! I invite you two to eat pig-killing vegetables and burning knives."

"Okay!"

"Well, let's make a deal, let's go!"

The roar of the motorcycle engine sounded, and watching Zhang Qingsheng's back gradually recede, a happy smile appeared on the boss's face.That smile, although it looks simple, is the most brilliant smile in the world.

(End of this chapter)