Chapter 1656 Young Wang Zhao 4

Safe and sound, smooth sailing, this sentence expresses Dean Lin’s blessing to all the children.

Before entering the next room, Feng Qingxue suddenly heard the sound of reading. The voice was very low, a bit like mumbling, but the content was a collection of poems by leaders.

Following the sound, they saw a very thin young man in the corner with his back to them, facing the wall and muttering to himself.

While reciting the poem, he stretched out his hand and drew on the wall.

Noticing the looks from Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue, Director Lin sighed, "His name is Wang Zhao, he is fifteen years old this year, and he has been very smart since he was a child. When I teach the children to recognize words, he is always the first one to remember them. When I teach them to recite quotations and poems, he can memorize them after listening to them a few times. I know that he wants to go to school, but our orphanage has always been very tight on money. If it weren't for the sponsorship from the two leaders last year, we might not have been able to take out the money to buy food and vegetables. I dare not let him go to school. If he goes to school, how can other children who don't go to school be willing? I can only teach him more of my knowledge."

Feng Qingxue heard something strange, "Is this child's surname Wang?" Isn't it said that boys have the surname Guo and girls have the surname Dang?

Dean Lin said in a low voice, "You are talking about this. This child came to the orphanage when he was seven years old. His original surname was Wang, and his name was Wang Zhao. Because he had a good background, we didn't change his surname."

Wang Zhao faintly heard their voices, turned around, and hurried over to greet them.

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Dean Lin was overjoyed, "Thank you, leader. Thank you for your concern!"

"What's your origin?" Feng Qingxue asked.

This appearance is exactly the same as his old comrade Wang Erxi.

She had been educated and of course knew that there was no harm in reading, so she had been teaching the children wholeheartedly. It was just that she was too busy and had to take care of all the affairs of the welfare home, so it was difficult for her to teach them to read and write every day.

Wang Zhao was stunned and shook his head, "My father's name is Wang Rong. Who is Wang Erxi? I ​​don't know."

Feng Qingxue looked at Wang Zhao who was immersed in his studies, then turned to Dean Lin and said, "Tomorrow I will have someone send you a set of textbooks, from elementary school to high school, and then find a knowledgeable person to teach the children. Let this child study hard and don't waste this talent. Reading is a good thing, it will help you understand reason and justice."

Seeing his handsome and gentle face, Lu Jiang's heart was shocked. He grabbed his arm and stared at his eyebrows and the hitching post beside his left ear. "Your father's name is not Wang Rong, his name is Wang Erxi, right?"

Lu Jiang frowned, thinking of his biological mother in Guancheng Guanyu.

"His father, Wang Rong, is a retired soldier. He saved someone eight years ago but died. Wang Zhao's mother remarried under the arrangement of her parents. The other party was unable to raise Wang Zhao, so she sent him to an orphanage." Dean Lin's eyes flashed with compassion. "Wang Zhao went to school. His father always told him that knowledge is everything and he must study hard and make progress every day, so he worked very hard. He was also very sensible and often did some odd jobs pasting paper boxes to earn money and gave it to me."

"Ah Jiang, what's wrong? Do you know him?"

Lu Jiang looked at Wang Zhao's face while answering his wife's question, "This child looks a lot like an old comrade I haven't contacted for more than ten years, but he is much younger and looks very immature. The last letter he wrote to me was that he had a son who was born with a bit of a hitching post. Child, let me ask you, is your father missing three fingers on his left hand?"

"How do you know?" Wang Zhao blurted out.

Lu Jiang felt mixed emotions of sadness and joy.

The good news is that we finally have news about this old comrade, but the sad news is that he has sacrificed his life while saving others.

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