The star is suspected of being mentally ill

Chapter 205 Timeless Classics and Screenplays
Han Zhou made some plans and decided to go to Taiziyu in the evening.

However, it was rare to have an afternoon of free time. Han Zhou first sent a message to Zhang Ceyong: "Brother Yong, where are you? I will send you the script."

Han Zhou had already agreed with Zhang Ceyong that there would be a movie, and Zhang Ceyong had asked privately several times when the filming would start.

Now it is almost time to give the script to Zhang Ceyong first, and the filming will start in June.

Zhang Ceyong quickly sent an address to Han Zhou.

Han Zhou looked at it, zoomed out on the map, and tilted his head.

Chuck Yong's location is very close to Taiziyu.

The point is that if you want to go to the Taiziyu Cemetery, you have to go along the avenue where Zhang Ceyong is located.

If you take the trail, you will be blocked along the way.

And this Beijing-Hong Kong-Macau Avenue can just walk to the FT area, and then go down to the district road.

"Then I'll be over in a moment."

This relationship is good, and there is no need to travel too much, in the same direction, with a smooth wind.

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When Han Zhou was about to arrive, he sent a message to Chuck Yong: "Brother Yong, I have 5 minutes, where is the specific location?"

Zhang Ceyong sent the location again, and then told Han Zhou: "You wait here, I will come out."

Han Zhou saw that the place Zhang Ceyong sent this time was the Xiaoqinghua Welfare Institute.

Han Zhou asked suspiciously: "Is there an event?"

Chuck Yonghui: "Privately."

Han Zhou: "Then I'll go in and find you?"

Chuck Yong replied after a while: "OK."

When the central station's car sent Han Zhou to Xiaoqinghua Orphanage.

Sister Zhen, Zhang Ceyong's agent, was dumbfounded. Seeing Han Zhou come down, she hurriedly said, "Hurry up and drive this car away."

Yan A00023 is okay, who doesn't know that this is the license plate number of Shen Xixiong, director of Yangma.

If the reporter knew that the car had come to the orphanage, the place would be surrounded in a short while.

Han Zhou scratched his head, turned around and told the driver that he could go back.

The driver drove back all the way.

Only then did Han Zhou follow Sister Zhen into the orphanage: "Private event? Brother Yong is doing charity work, won't the media take pictures?"

Sister Zhen: "You are doing charity promotion, people say you are showing off, but if you don't do charity, people say you have no love."

"So, if you want to do public welfare, just do it quietly. If someone scolds you, just display the things that were previously used for public welfare."

Han Zhou was right after thinking about it.

There are also celebrities in China who are organizing public welfare, but even this kind of people will inevitably go in to put on a show.

It made the boss of the organization angry.

As for Zhang Ceyong's level, his own team organizes and liaises, and he can do it by himself.

After entering the orphanage, sister Zhen went directly into the building.

And Han Zhou saw a child tilting his head looking at him.

So he stopped and turned to look at him.

The little boy was startled: "Ah!"

Hastily retreated.

Han Zhou didn't know where he was scaring the children, so he showed a kind smile: "Don't be afraid of me, children, I don't eat children."

The little boy was relieved: "I know you don't eat children."

Han Zhou was puzzled: "Then why are you so afraid?"

The little boy stared at Han Zhou again: "Uncle, you are so strange, why do you know that I am looking at you when you can't see it?"

Han Zhou didn't react for a while, and he was stunned for a moment before trying to understand the logic.

This is a welfare home, and there will be many people who show love here, and many people who have been rescued will come back.

Most of these people were abandoned by their parents because of physical disabilities.

Therefore, there are many blind people among them.

Blind people wear sunglasses.

In reality, except for drivers and blind people, there are not many people who walk around wearing sunglasses. Of course, celebrities who pretend to be aggressive are one of them.

However, the drivers who came here must have taken off their sunglasses when they got off the bus.

And they rarely come into contact with stars.

So the little boy thought Han Zhou was blind, and he looked at Han Zhou, but Han Zhou turned his head to face him instead of facing him with his ears, so the abnormal scene shocked the little boy.

Han Zhou took off his sunglasses: "Haha, the sun is too big to cover the sun."

The little boy's eyes were full of something called curiosity.

In his life, it was the first time he heard that sunglasses could block the sun.

Han Zhou handed over the sunglasses: "I'll play with you."

The little boy looked at the sunglasses longingly, then shook his head: "No, it doesn't look very fun either."

The little boy suppressed his curiosity and changed the subject: "Big brother, I thought you were an uncle when you were wearing sunglasses."

Han Zhou smiled: "It's okay to call him uncle, or big brother."

Little boy: "Big brother, can you play hopscotch?"

Han Zhou: "? Will...?"

The little boy dragged Han Zhou to hopscotch.

It was only after playing with him that Han Zhou figured it out.

Here, hopscotch is usually only played by girls.

But now, Zhang Ceyong was giving gifts to the children inside, so the little boy came out to play hopscotch secretly, and happened to see Han Zhou coming over.

Zhang Ceyong, who finished delivering the gifts, looked back at Miss Zhen, who whispered, "Han Zhou is outside."

Zhang Ceyong thought that Han Zhou didn't want to come in, so he didn't say much, and continued to send gifts.

After a while, after handing out the gifts, Chuck Yong was sweating, and stood aside watching the happy children laugh, and he laughed very happily.

Only then did he speak: "Han Zhou is playing hopscotch with a little boy outside."

Chuck never knew what game hopscotch was: "Hopscotch?"

"Jump off?"

"Accompany the children to play jump off the building?"

Chuck Yong ran away.

After running out, Zhang Ceyong realized that hopscotch was a game when he saw the lines drawn with chalk on the ground.

Hopscotch games were also very popular in Taiwan for many years. Later, as a coastal area, Taiwan was the first to come into contact with foreign things, so Zhang Ceyong's generation grew up and basically never saw this kind of old games.

And now, hopscotch has become popular again in the Taiwan Strait, so Chuck Yong just missed it, and doesn't know what hopscotch is.

Seeing that Zhang Ceyong came out, Han Zhou stopped, touched the little boy's head, and looked at Zhang Ceyong: "Brother Yong, are you done?"

Zhang Ceyong smiled: "Do you want to go in and say hello to the children?"

Then he walked up to the little boy: "Why did you sneak out to give the gift?"

The little boy squinted his eyes and showed an innocent smile: "I don't like the textbook you sent, don't send it to me."

After speaking, he ran away.

Chuck Yong smiled.

It turns out that you were here when you were distributing candy, but now you are distributing textbooks, so you ran away first?
Han Zhou looked at Zhang Ceyong and answered the question: "I won't go in, I didn't know you came to the orphanage, you came empty-handed."

Zhang Ceyong: "Aren't you very good at writing nursery rhymes? You can sing a song. These children don't particularly like receiving gifts."

What Zhang Ceyong said is true.

When doing public welfare in China, you will find three strange things.

Some children in remote mountainous areas do not like the new clothes sent.

Some of the children in the orphanage don't like the presents.

Some of the elderly in the nursing home don't like to watch the show.

In fact, the three phenomena that seem to violate common sense have very simple answers.

Many elderly people in nursing homes can't hear or see clearly at all. What programs to watch?
Children in remote mountainous areas basically don't wear new clothes. When they wear new clothes and have recently participated in public welfare activities, people around them will know that they are sent here.

Therefore, many children and their parents do not like to be told that they have received the love sent.

People in many places are poor financially, but not poor ideologically. They don't like being rescued as the weak, and they like to support themselves.

Therefore, it is very common for people in some places to send good clothes to their front feet and cut their back feet directly to make insoles.

And the children in the welfare home, what they need most is not gifts, but love.

But they know that their big brothers, uncles, sisters and aunts who usually come to see them come at most once a year, and some people will not come again after they come once.

The person I want to meet will never meet after a long time, or even never see again.

Everyone will have their own expectations. The reason why children want to look forward to seeing someone is not clear. Maybe they feel the feeling of father's love, mother's love, affection, or friendship?
But the second time I don't see these expecting people, there will be a feeling of loss.

What they hate the most is losing.

Therefore, as long as there is no expectation, there will be no feeling of loss.

And the person who has the best relationship with them is not the gift giver, but the big brothers and sisters who often come to do volunteer work.

After Han Zhou entered the room, he saw many children.

The child didn't know who Han Zhou was, but the doctor and vice president's aunt probably knew this face.

After all, how many people haven't watched "Youth Bao Qingtian"?When it was broadcast, it was so hot that it exploded.

"Another big brother came to see us today."

Han Zhou came empty-handed, but the children did not treat them differently.

Many children were all smiling, and some children waved their little hands.

There is also a cute little girl who looks at Han Zhou with a beautiful smile.

Han Zhou took a glance and waved: "How are you guys?"

Zhang Ceyong saw that Han Zhou was not suitable for this occasion, so he took a step forward: "This big brother is called Han Zhou, and he can sing very well!"

"Do you want him to teach everyone to sing a song?"

Han Zhou: "Let me tell you a story."

Zhang Ceyong also smiled: "Okay, then tell everyone a story."

Han Zhou was thinking, what song is suitable to sing?There are too many nursery rhymes in my mind, but it is not easy to choose.

But thinking of telling a story, the list quickly comes to mind.

Han Zhou thought for a while, is it appropriate to tell these children about little princess and little prince?

Or something like "The Ugly Duckling"?Children are very clever, and soon someone will realize that the ugly duckling is born a swan.

Or stories like "The Emperor's New Clothes" and "Little Red Riding Hood"?

Neither is very suitable.

In the end, Han Zhou chose a story "The Little Match Girl".

Han Zhou thinks this way. The little match girl is living a miserable life. After these children hear it, it will not have any impact on their lives.

"It's a very cold winter, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the night is almost frozen. The New Year's Eve spreads out on this night. It's a noisy night. People's mood follows the New Year's arrival. She looked very cheerful. Just then, a little girl in rags came walking down the street, and she had no shoes on her feet."

Han Zhou spoke bit by bit.

What Han Zhou never expected was that the more he talked later, the smiling faces of many children at the scene turned into tears.

But they didn't cry together, which shows that these children are considered strong.

After Han Zhou realized something was wrong, he still bit the bullet and finished the story.

"However, except for the little match girl, no one knows all the beautiful things she saw when she lit the matches on New Year's Eve..."

After the lecture, there was a tearful little girl who raised her arms to ask questions as she did in class.

Seeing her crying face, Han Zhou squatted down: "What's the problem?"

Little girl: "Why don't you send her to our orphanage?"

Behind, there is a little boy: "I can give her my bed!"

And a child: "I have two pairs of shoes, I can give her a pair."

There is a child: "If Lele can't eat so much lunch, you can give her half."

Han Zhou simply sat on the ground: "Because, at the time of the little match girl, there were no orphanages abroad."

"The little girl is a foreigner."

In fact, in the Ming Dynasty, there were already welfare institutions for the elderly and orphans in China.

However, in the West, there were also social welfare institutions in the sixteenth century.

However, it is very difficult for the society to do things like welfare homes. If the state does not take the lead, it is basically useless for the vast majority of people.

Compared with other fairy tales, "The Little Match Girl" is very different, and it is an eternal classic handed down from generation to generation.

No matter when you watch or listen to it, it will make your heart tremble.

The kids are fine.

When the adults present heard this, they panicked.

These people are keen on public welfare, and they can't see children suffering.

Many of them do volunteer work here because of love.

Hearing the story of "The Little Match Girl", the whole person is in a bad mood.

When others hear this story, they can only think of this story, but when they hear this story, they can think of many stories.

Most of these stories happened at the entrance of the orphanage and in the infirmary.

Han Zhou talked with the children for a while before Zhang Ceyong's accompanying staff continued with other activities.

Between the waist-high green walls and pillars, Zhang Ceyong crossed his waist and looked into the distance: "You guy, writing stories is always so touching."

Han Zhou: "Speaking of this, I remembered, I sent you a script."

Chuck Yong stretched out his hand.

Han Zhou took out a USB flash drive from his pocket: "Don't pass it on."

Zhang Ceyong took the flash drive: "I'm playing a detective, right?"

Han Zhou: "You play a policeman, but you are also a detective in this movie."

Chuck Yong nodded with satisfaction: "What about you acting?"

Han Zhou: "Chen Bijue, the criminal."

Zhang Ceyong: "Anti-number one?"

Han Zhou: "Anti-No. [-]."

Zhang Ceyong thought for a while, didn't ask much, didn't read the script, and had nothing to ask.

"I won't be leaving for a while, you go first."

Han Zhou: "I can't leave. I'm taking Master Shen's car. I'll let him go first. Let me borrow your car? I'm going to Taiziyu, and I need a car to go back to the city."

Zhang Ceyong: "OK, I'll find a driver to take you."

Zhang Ceyong picked up his mobile phone and made a call to go out.

Putting down the phone, Zhang Ceyong: "Wait for a few minutes, people will come right away."

Han Zhou waited for a while, and a pickup truck came over.

Sister Zhen told Han Zhou that Han Zhou knew what was going on.

Chuck Yong came here without any style, so one seat per person, as many people come, as many people go back, the car is just enough.

Except for a pickup that came with a gift.

The driver of this pickup truck was already on vacation, but just after he left, he was called back by Chuck Yong.

At first, Sister Zhen thought that Han Zhou would go back to the city directly, so she planned to let one of the cars take Han Zhou back, and then drive back.

However, Han Zhou said that he was going to Taiziyu and needed a car to follow him for a while, so he had to let the driver of the pickup truck come back.

After getting on the pickup truck, Han Zhou sat in the co-pilot and smiled: "Have you eaten yet? It's almost six o'clock, do you want to have a meal first?"

Recently, Han Zhou organized a June [-] party, and he has gotten used to greeting his employees.

Driver: "Damn! What else do you want to eat!"

"Now I don't have to eat when I go to work, and the cakes drawn by the boss, the melons given by my colleagues, the fish I touch, the pots given by the leader, the water in the customer's mind, the competitors are not, the teammates add fuel and jealousy, and I get angry, and I don't know what to do. Not enough to eat? The main focus is a balanced nutrition!"

Han Zhou heard the meaning of complaining, and laughed loudly: "I see that you have pulled a lot of things from the back of your pickup truck. Are you going to deliver the second shipment? Sorry to trouble you."

Driver: "That's not true."

"I bought a truckload of eggplants, and I'm going to send them back to my hometown in Northeast China."

Han Zhou: "Can't you buy eggplant in the Northeast?"

Driver: "I can buy it, but with a carload of eggplants, I can take the green channel without paying highway fees."

Han Zhou: "6"

Han Zhou saw a cemetery on the side of the road and raised his eyebrows: "It's so soon? Is it as far as shown on the map?"

The driver glanced at the side of the road: "That's not the Taiziyu Cemetery, it's the Muslim Cemetery."

Is this still halal?Perhaps different burial customs?

Continuing forward, he saw another cemetery. Han Zhou raised his eyebrows: "Is it here this time?"

The driver glanced at it: "This is Yanjing Chengbei Cemetery, not Taiziyu Cemetery."

"Your map shows that it's not far away, but in fact it takes us more than ten minutes to walk on the path."

Han Zhou: "Then stop, I'm going to buy a bouquet of flowers."

The driver directly parked the car on the side of the road, and waited for Han Zhou to buy flowers before going on the road again.

Soon, passing another camp, Han Zhou looked over and found the tank.

Then I saw the Veterans Activity Center.

Then I saw a huge field where a 'car accident' was taking place on what seemed to be a vehicle research institute.

It seems that here, there are many institutions that require large venues.

As he walked, Han Zhou saw a picking garden.

It seems that Lu Xiaoxiao's father took her here to pick strawberries.

Soon, when we arrived in front of Taiziyu Cemetery, the driver said, "I won't go in here, can you walk a few steps?"

Han Zhou: "No problem, I'll walk."

Han Zhou got off the car and walked into the cemetery.

When I went in, I saw a stall here, and there was a fat man with a mustache: "Friend, do you want to make a photo album?"

Han Zhou glanced at his stall, and then at the writing on it.

[Write a biography, write a guest book.

Make photo albums and handwrite elegiac couplets. 】

There is still a lot of business!

Han Zhou: "I'm here for a visit. It's my first time here. I don't know the way."

Mustache pointed to the front: "Oh, you go there first."

Han Zhou walked past the place he pointed.

I arrived at a small house with a stone building on the lower half and a brick wall on the upper half, but the walls were painted white.

The main focus here is simplicity and solemnity.

A man was sitting here, looked up at Han Zhou, then lowered his head: "Visit now?"

"It's late, you have to leave before eight o'clock."

Han Zhou: "Okay, this is my first time here, I don't know where the cemetery I'm looking for, please help me find it."

The man subconsciously: "Our Taiziyu Cemetery also provides an electronic cemetery function. If you don't worship often, you can also pay homage online, or you can entrust someone to help you deliver sacrifices."

While speaking, he opened the directory of the computer: "Let me check it for you."

Han Zhou: "I want to sweep the grave of a child named Lu Xiaoxiao."

The man raised his head and stared at Han Zhou.

The man's eye sockets were bloodshot, and his cheeks were thin.

Originally from Cantonese, she has high cheekbones, dark skin and deep eye sockets.

Now with the bloodshot eyes and tired posture, he looks very haggard.

The man looked at Han Zhou for a while, then got up, bent down and lifted a bag with a little pink cat printed on it from under the table: "I'll take you there."

The sun hasn't set yet.

The green plants in summer are quite green.

On the clean tomb passage, you can see the tombs on both sides.

There are also flowers, food, wine, and cigarette butts placed in front of some scenes.

The man took Han Zhou around a few turns and came to a tombstone.

There is a picture of a little girl on the tombstone.

Before Han Zhou moved, the man took out bread, milk, a small cake, and a pack of popping candy from the bag.

Then sit on the ground and start dismantling the bag.

"Xiaoxiao, it's late night, do you want to eat snacks in the next day? That's tube food, what do you want to eat...baa."

"Daddy bought you a cake..."

Just sweep the grave, Han Zhou didn't bother the father and daughter for dinner.

The cake was not placed anywhere, but the man took a bite, then handed it to Xiaoxiao, and the man took another bite.

Of course, it was the men who ate it up.

But this sense of form makes people feel blocked.

After a long time, popping candy was sprinkled on the grave, and milk was poured into the soil.

The man wanted to cry now, but he couldn't cry anymore.

Han Zhou stepped forward and placed the flowers he bought.

The man took out a cigarette, lit it, and then remembered that someone was still there, and handed one to Han Zhou.

Han Zhou lit a cigarette.

The man thought about it again: "Let's go further away, Xiaoxiao doesn't like the smell of smoke."

The two walked a long way before the man said: "I know you, do you know Xiaoxiao? I don't know..."

Han Zhou handed over a letter.

The man took the letter and read it, his hands trembling more and more.

Han Zhou: "It's because of Yangma's June [-] event. I read a lot of letters, and I also saw this one."

The man smiled, which was uglier than crying: "I didn't expect you to really read the letter. I thought that no one would really open the letter sent for Xiaoxiao."

Standing in front of the child's tomb, Han Zhou couldn't tell a lie: "It's true that I don't usually read it, but I will take it apart and read it when doing activities."

The man returned the letter to Han Zhou: "This letter is for you, not for me, please keep it."

Han Zhou looked at the man: "Go back to Guangfu."

The man was silent.

Han Zhou: "Is there no money?"

If he had money, he would not have eaten the cake, but would have left it in front of the grave without moving it.

The man shook his head: "It's not that poor, I don't want to go back."

Han Zhou chatted with the man before he figured it out.

At first, after Xiaoxiao was diagnosed with illness, the couple decided to go to Yanjing for treatment.

But the doctor told them clearly that the mortality rate of this acute leukemia is still as high as [-]% even after taking medicine, surgery, and full nursing care.

And that means spending a lot of money.

Moreover, if it is an operation, the death rate may increase because Xiaoxiao is too young.

Therefore, my mother did not agree to the operation.

And Dad thought she didn't want to spend money.

So the two fell into a stalemate.

However, when Xiaoxiao passed away, her father realized that if she didn’t have an operation and Xiaoxiao recuperated slowly, she might survive. As long as she continued to take medicine in the future, she might be able to grow up to be 20 or 30 years old. When technology and medicine are more developed Yes, it is not certain that he can live forever.

So, Dad started to blame himself.

He also didn't dare to face his mother, so his father buried Xiaoxiao here.

Han Zhou had nothing to say, and he couldn't say anything. He just persuaded Xiaoxiao to be taken back to his hometown for burial.

As a native of Cantonese, Xiaoxiao's father is not really short of money, but the money on his card was spent during the treatment of Xiaoxiao, and the money from Xiaoxiao's mother after calling him was useless to him.

In this state, let alone being with Xiaoxiao, he might not be able to last a year by himself.

At that time, people will be gone because of ketoacidosis, and it will be tragic.

Facing Han Zhou, an insider, Xiaoxiao's father couldn't help but collapse emotionally, and passed out from crying.

Han Zhou could only sigh and dialed 120.

Afterwards, Han Zhou could only leave this matter to Sister Hong, and asked Sister Hong to do it.

Han Zhou had to go back to prepare for the June [-]st party.

After all, the party is coming soon.

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(End of this chapter)