Movie King Dad, your daughter came to you from the countryside.

Chapter 123
Chapter 123

About 20 minutes later, a young man came in.

"Mr. Nie, Director Gao is in a meeting and asked me to come over and handle it."

"As long as it can be handled, anyone can come." Nie Lingchuan didn't care about this and asked, "Have you not applied to the foundation before?"

"I applied." Liu Yanjun nodded sadly, "Let me wait for news over there."

The young man said hurriedly: "It's really not that we are delaying. There are too many applicants at present. We are all dealing with them according to priority. What kind of disease do you have here?"

Liu Yanjun said: "Cancer."

The young man nodded and said helplessly: "Our foundation has limited manpower. Usually some stars in the industry come to help when they are free. Moreover, there are currently more than [-] registered cases of cancer patients seeking help through the foundation."

Nie Lingchuan said: "I will give a donation to the Gene Society later and use it for his daughter."

The young man nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Nie, for supporting our country's charity."

Liu Yanjun suddenly looked up at him, with tears in his eyes, his lips trembling, and he stood up and bowed deeply to the two of them, "Thank you, thank you."

The donations sent to him through the foundation do not need to be repaid.

When he arrived, he was already feeling uneasy.

Unexpected turnaround.

"Okay, while you chat, I'll leave first."

"Mr. Nie, walk slowly."

The two sent Nie Lingchuan away and continued to sit down and chat.

When the young people heard that Liu Yanjun's family had very little left, they couldn't help but sigh.

"Before we did a survey, some people had multiple houses and they had to apply for charity funds."

This family wanted to sell the bed they slept on.

"When are you going to see my daughter?" Liu Yanjun knew this was a normal process.

"In the next few days." The young man put away all kinds of information about Liu Yanjun's daughter, "The money will be available within a week at the latest."

Then he added: "Please understand, investigation is essential. After all, these funds are donations, and we cannot just apply for them by just one person, we have to send them out. Charity cannot be used casually."

Liu Yanjun nodded hastily, "I understand."

He is not worried. If possible, he hopes that everything is fake now.

His daughter was not sick, and his wife was not on the verge of collapse because of her daughter's condition.

He is still the happy man who comes home with a squeamish daughter.

pity……

That night, Nie Fuyao saw Fang Yunwu.

Fang Yunwu in the photo has short hair and is the most beautiful in the world, but Nie Lingchuan's filter is thick enough.

But there is no doubt that she is indeed a beauty.

The face shape is round and oval, with soft and dignified features, making people feel bright and majestic.

Not as soft and beautiful as southern girls, but with the unique charm of northern girls.

In the photo, Fang Yunwu is looking at Nie Lingchuan beside him, with a smile in his almond-shaped eyes and a slightly playful look.

Nie Lingchuan, on the other hand, seemed a little embarrassed and didn't know what interesting topic the two were talking about.

"Dad didn't lie to you, did he? Your mother is the most beautiful woman in the world." Nie Lingchuan's tone was filled with pride.

Nie Fuyao smiled and said, "Yes, the most beautiful in the world."

"It was near autumn, when I was filming a promotional film abroad, and I ran across half the country to find your mother. You may not be able to understand that the moment I landed on that land, I was eager to see you. When it comes to her, not even mountains of swords or seas of fire can stop me.”

"I understand." Nie Fuyao nodded seriously, "Just like when I do research, for that purpose, even if I die, I will continue to move towards the final result."

"No one can stop it."

Nie Lingchuan: "..."

What is this metaphor for?
Although doing research is indeed important, in his heart, his daughter is the most important thing.

Don't scare him, he is too old to bear this.

He will send his parents away in the future, and his daughter will send him away in the future.

This order must be followed.

It would be a human tragedy for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person away, and he didn't want to experience it.

A few days later, Nie Fuyao and Nie Lingchuan boarded a plane to Qing Province.

She felt nothing.

On the contrary, Nie Lingchuan looked very nervous.

After getting off the plane, we rushed all the way to the nearest county town.That night the group stayed at a hotel in the county.

The environment of the hotel is indeed not very good. There is mold in every corner of the room, and the sheets have turned yellow, and the original appearance cannot be seen.

However, the bed sheets in the hotel are all new unless there is no one staying.

Even so, Nie Fuyao was still urged by his old father to put on the four-piece suit he brought.

No one slept well that night.

As the sky grew brighter, they checked out and set off again.

When we arrived at the village, it was breakfast time.

The village is very backward, and there are basically no young and middle-aged people. Instead, there are some children wearing dirty clothes, which can be seen everywhere.

Several cars drove into the village, and soon everyone in the village knew about it.

When they stopped at the Fang family's old house, someone understood.

When Nie Fuyao got out of the car, many people were a little resentful.

"Girl?"

Someone shouted.

Nie Fuyao followed the sound and saw a short, fat, middle-aged woman.

She was also the woman who gave Girl Nie the puppy in the first place.

She is also the only woman in the village who helps her.

"Aunt Guifen, long time no see."

Tian Guifen quickly stepped forward and looked her over, "That's great. This girl is in her prime."

"Sister, what are you doing back here?" An energetic young man came over.

This is Tian Guifen's son, Fang Tong.

Fang Tong was not very sensible when she was a child and once bullied her.

It was only after being beaten several times by my own mother with a broom that I slowly changed.

I had ridiculed Fang Yungang several times before.

"Move the grave!" Nie Fuyao raised his eyebrows and looked at this crumbling old house, which was enough to be classified as a dangerous building.

Tian Guifen sighed: "Gangzi has been caught, and the old lady has died, leaving us free."

"Girl." The village chief came over slowly at this time, "Why are you back when you have time?"

"Come back and move my mother's grave." Nie Fuyao didn't hide it either.

The village chief saved Nie Yatou's life.

When Fang Yunwu passed away, Mrs. Fang wanted to give Nie Yatou away, but this person stopped her.

Although he was bullied a lot in the village when he was a child, and he would scold them a few times when he saw them, could he really do something to those children?

It can only be controlled by the parents of each family.

It’s nothing more than a temporary solution.

In those years, murder and arson were not serious matters, and few parents exercised moral restraint and discipline.

It’s no surprise that girls are under-appreciated and boys are over-indulged.

The village chief nodded, "When?"

"Just for today." Neither mother nor daughter wanted to spend the night in the village.

"Then you have to move the grave as early as possible. It's our rule here." The village chief didn't stop him, and he couldn't stop him.

No one told anyone about Nie Fuyao's return, but he didn't know who it was or where he got the news.

Less than an hour later, local TV stations rushed over with cameras.

I happened to see Nie Fuyao offering incense to his mother in front of the grave.

"Professor Nie, we are reporters from Liangqu TV Station..."

Nie Fuyao nodded, "I don't have time for an interview right now. We'll talk later."

"Okay!" The reporter stepped aside knowingly.

After all the previous worship ceremonies were over, the village chief called on the people in the village to help lift the grave.

The upper soil was excavated, revealing an almost rotten coffin.

Nie Lingchuan frowned.

The village chief said: "In the early years, burials were still carried out in the village. It was only in the past ten or eight years that cremation began."

(End of this chapter)