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Chapter 52 Da Fei I Love You So Much

"That's quite powerful. If you ask me to practice now, I may not even know how to do it." Fei Yiban definitely came from the bottom of his heart for this compliment.

What would he be doing when he was eight or nine years old?

Probably only play mud in the lock factory.

If there is mud in the lock factory...

"And what happened later?" Fei Yiban asked, "After you repaired the roof, did the old village head tell you that there was a mine in your house? Or did he just lie to you to work for him?"

"Didn't lie to me. You did tell me."

Yi Ming continued the unfinished story:
"The old village head told me that when he still had many houses, he once rented the largest one to a couple from outside."

"The man's body is full of gold, and he looks rich and powerful at first glance. He can't be an ordinary person. The woman obviously has a big belly."

"They lived in the old village head's house for several months, until one day they suddenly disappeared."

"I don't owe any rent or anything, and I left a whole house of odds and ends."

"It was at that time that my parents, who had been guarding the tea garden on the tea mountain all the year round and had no children after more than ten years of marriage, suddenly stopped guarding the tea garden."

"Not only did they come back, but they also had a daughter, which is me."

"So, people in the village spread the word that I am the child of that wealthy couple."

"In the beginning, everyone believed in this statement, and there was a sense of what was said."

"But my father and mother have been living in Yijia Village since they came down from Chashan."

"I was brought up openly and aboveboard, and I didn't hide or move."

"If I'm really a child of a rich family, it's impossible for my family not to come and pick me up."

"Plus, my father and mother are very kind to me. Anyone in the village who has eyes can see it."

"Slowly, everyone stopped talking."

"When things come to this point, it's almost a correct conclusion."

"Everything is chasing after wind and shadow."

"And I also accepted the fact."

Hearing this, Fei Yiban inevitably began to wonder: "This is the end? After accepting the facts, why is there a subsequent report?"

If this is the case, then the attitude of the people in Yijia Village towards Yiming seems somewhat understandable.

"It's not over yet. Didn't you claim to listen to the detailed version? Is it unbearable?"

"How is it possible?!" Fei Yiban made another inviting gesture and said, "Director Yi, please continue your performance."

"This is not a performance." Yi Ming retorted.

"My fault, please continue your story, Mr. Yi Ming."

"Okay." Yi Ming's story continued from here:
"Because the old village head is not particularly able to take care of himself, and his son has never come back, so I sometimes go to chat with him."

"One day, the old village head suddenly remembered something."

"He said that when the foreign couple rented their house, they would have some business dealings with the outside world from time to time."

"From the first day they lived here, the old village head kept an eye on them."

"The old village head felt that if he went to the countryside to hide and do business, it must not be a serious business."

"Because he was afraid of being implicated, he paid extra attention at the beginning."

"It didn't take long for the couple to have more than a dozen boxes shipped in."

"The old village head thought, this must be a big deal."

"Then, while the couple wasn't paying attention, they secretly opened a box."

"result……"

"What's the result?" Fei Yiban asked.

"The result is a box of blank letterhead."

"I asked the old village head what kind of letterhead it was."

"The old village chief said that it is a very formal letterhead with an address and phone number on the bottom."

"The old village head also said that the couple left suddenly, except for one or two used copies of more than a dozen boxes of letterheads, they didn't take the rest with them."

"And the most important thing, the old village head said that he distributed all those letterheads to those in need in the village."

Fei Yiban saw the needle and asked: "Then your family has also sent it?"

"That must be!" Yi Ming learned the habits and tone of Fei Yi's class, and then said: "I have been a maniac in calligraphy since I was a child, so our family must be the most needy family. .”

"And then?" Fei Yiban asked again.

"Then, the old village head asked me if I still had those letterheads, so that I could know where the couple came from and what company they opened."

"The old village chief said that he remembered that there was a mine in the name of the company anyway. This may be the main reason why Xiaoxia's mother said that my family has a mine."

"Then did you stay?" Fei Yiban asked.

"After the paper is in my hands, how could there be any left? Of course, I wrote it all, and then my parents used it as firewood."

The story seems to have entered a bottleneck period again.

"That's a pity." Fei Yiban expressed his feelings as an audience.

"I hope it's really a pity." Yi Ming said with some regret.

"Huh? So there's another story?"

"There is no other story. The next day, I drew a letterhead myself and went to the old village chief."

"painting?"

"Yes, at the age when I used those lettered papers to paint and draw, I didn't know many words on the paper, but my memory is pictorial, and I can use the lettered papers that I used for a long time to use up at that time as pictures. Write it down, and then draw it."

"Exactly the same?"

"That's not true. My painting skills are not that strong, but they are pretty close."

"I can draw all the words on the letterhead paper, including the address and contact number underneath."

"Then I took the letterhead paper I drew to the old village chief and asked him if it looked like this."

"What did the old village chief say?" Fei Yiban was fascinated by what he heard.

"The old village chief said, [This is definitely the letterhead I sent to all of you!]"

"Is the story turned around like this?" Fei Yiban couldn't help but sigh: "Your picture-based memory is too heaven-defying, isn't it?"

"If you like it, I will give it to you. With so many things in my mind, it is easy to remember myself as a fool. I am the best example."

"Why do you say that about yourself?" Fei Yiban was rather depressed.

"I'm just telling a fact." Yi Ming asked, "Do you still want to hear the next story?"

"Listen!" Fei Yiban said, "I want to know everything related to Yi Dao."

"That will probably disappoint you."

"would not!"

"I mean, I'm willing to tell you, there's only one story that everybody knows."

"It's okay, what a big deal! Just because you don't want it now, doesn't mean you won't want it for the rest of your life."

Yi Ming smiled and said, "Mr. Xiaofei, you are so confident."

"Dafei! Dafei! Dafei!" Say important things three times.

"Okay, Dafei, then I'll finish this story."

"Yeah, Da Fei is ready to listen to Yi Dao's storytelling!" Fei Yiban thought for a while, "Can I also call you Mr. Yi?"

"Yiming is fine."

"Okay then, Yi Ming, please continue your story."

"Actually, when the story reaches this point, there is nothing more to say. You probably guessed it."

"My student status and household registration issues have never been resolved."

"The older I get, the more I mind."

"No matter how good my grades are and how strong my memory is, I'm still a black household without qualifications for study."

"This matter, for me, is still very hurt."

"Later, I waited for the census, and some people came from the village."

"I'm going to ask directly, if I have lost my birth certificate, can I register for a household registration?"

"The census told me that many people in rural areas do not have birth certificates, and most of them are born in their own homes."

"There is not much direct relationship between a birth certificate and whether you can register for a household registration."

"Black households are most likely not caused by the lack of a birth certificate."

"The people who made the census didn't make it very clear, but I probably know what they mean."

"I am indeed a child of unknown origin."

"It is impossible for me to be in such a situation through adoption."

"Then, I went to the census people and gave them the letterhead I drew."

"I said, the content on this headed paper is likely to be the only clue left by my parents."

"I ask the census person to give this paper on letterhead to the police uncle, and let the police uncle check it for me."

"Not long after, my father and mother were taken away by the police uncle."

"I didn't even go to see them. I went to see my own father and mother who own mines."

"Tell me," Yi Ming looked at Fei Yiban, "am I a bit ruthless?"

"I don't think so." Fei Yiban said, "Isn't it natural for a human trafficker to be arrested?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought at the time. I feel that I am the embodiment of justice, and I am happily running towards my beautiful new life." Yi Ming finished this sentence with a smile.

There was a bitterness in the smile.

"If your father and mother didn't hide it when you first asked, maybe you can understand that this kind of deliberate deception, even if it doesn't have any emotional color, I will definitely stand on your side side."

"Who says it's not?" Yi Ming didn't continue this topic.

Instead, pointing to a place not far ahead, he said, "I'll see your van soon."

At such a juncture, how could Fei Yiban care about a van?

However, Yi Ming obviously has no intention of going on.

Fei Yiban had no choice but to let it go.

It wasn't a story that would make her happy after all.

Fei Yiban is sure that this is only the tip of the iceberg of Yi Ming's story.

Otherwise, she wouldn't list the current one as a range that she could casually talk to him about.

Of course, the casual premise is well known.

If everyone didn't know, Yi Ming wouldn't even share the tip of the iceberg with him.

Fei Yiban accepted it as soon as he saw it: "Okay, I have to see what my van has been dismantled by you."

Some things cannot be rushed.

The more anxious you are, the more patient you must be.

Coincidentally, he is so poor now that all he has left is patience.

Yi Ming expressed satisfaction that Fei Yiban didn't get to the bottom of it.

She responded with a smile: "The frame is..."

"The frame is the frame, and the wheels are the wheels. What it was supposed to be is what it is now, right? I can recite whatever you want."

"Da Fei has a good memory."

"It can't be compared with Yi Ming!"

Touting each other, we arrived at the abandoned cement factory.

Come to the cement factory again.

Fei Yiban saw that the inside had been completely new.

The original layers of ashes have been completely cleaned up.

The space looks much bigger.

Also a lot brighter.

The most important thing is that it is very clean.

The scrapped van soon came into view.

The frame of the van was transformed into a small white tea museum.

There are many pictures, introducing the spring tea and autumn tea in Yijia Village, as well as the various solar terms in spring tea and autumn tea.

Then there are some production techniques of white tea.

What was originally a dilapidated van turned into a white tea museum.

Rao Shifei's group thought they were doing design, but they didn't go deep into this level.

The four wheels that were already a bit tattered, after removing the tires, the hubs were all fixed to the wall.

Some wild flowers and weeds that can be seen everywhere in the village were transplanted.

It seems that it has a different flavor.

It perfectly confirms the saying [a frame is a frame, and a wheel is a wheel].

Renovation of old objects is not a rare thing for designers.

It's strange that Yi Ming can transform old things to such an extent.

Come to think of it, during the time he was busy at Shuitan Villa, Yi Ming didn't rest even a day.

"I probably know why you can sell a travel agency by selling souvenirs on the Great Wall."

"Oh, so you know?"

"That's right, if you use this level of ingenuity to remake old objects into souvenirs, it won't be sold in minutes."

"When I was selling souvenirs, I lived in a windowless basement. I sold souvenirs on the Great Wall, but I couldn't sell a travel agency."

"Then how did you land a travel agency?"

"Well, most people in Yijia Village think that I rely on my beauty."

"Cut, there is absolutely no such possibility." Fei Yiban said resolutely.

"Why such a big reaction? Dafei thinks I'm not pretty?"

"No. You have. At least for me now, especially."

"Why doesn't that sound like a good thing?"

"I don't know if it's a good word, but I'm telling the truth anyway. At first, I thought you were the opposite of my aesthetics. Later, hey... don't worry about it."

"For some things, it's better not to talk about it than to say it." Yi Ming didn't ask any more questions.

"Then what are we talking about?"

"Otherwise, let's talk about the tea factory. Do you think you can win the tea picking right from Liu Jinyang for the next 15 years?"

"I don't think I can."

"Uh... so direct? I don't know how to answer you so directly."

"You don't need to answer. I haven't finished my sentence. I can't do it, but we can do it. Boss Fei and Director Yi are invincible. I have more confidence in you than in myself."

"why?"

"Because you opened a travel agency, and I was still a novice from the beginning to the end. In terms of business, I must rely on you."

"If I'm someone who can be relied on, do you think you still have a chance to meet someone as heartless as me in a place like Yijia Village?"

"Why do you say that about yourself?"

"I'm telling the truth anyway."

"Don't tell the truth!"

"Then what lies do you want to hear, let me see if I can tell you."

"Okay, then try saying [Da Fei, I like you so much]."

(End of this chapter)