Is This Reporter Also Paying Off Debts Today? Chapter 58

we have broken up

Wen Di pushed open the ajar door. Inside were several uniformed policemen. Hearing the noise, they all turned to look at the door.

“Is this Wen Di?” one of the older people asked.

The head teacher nodded behind Wen Di, with a hint of sobs in his voice: “…Yes.”

Wen Di saw another policeman walking towards him, put his arms around his shoulders, and took him into the office, letting him sit on the class teacher’s stool. He looked blankly at the police officers standing and sitting around him. They were talking to him, but he could only hear the words “your parents”, “car accident” and “rescue failure”, and nothing else.

Wen Di sat there, numbly signing one document after another, and then followed the police to the hospital morgue, claimed his parents’ bodies, and signed the cremation consent form. It wasn’t until he saw his parents lying on the cold, narrow metal cart in the funeral home, about to be pushed into the cremator, that he realized that his parents were really gone.

He didn’t know where he got the strength and suddenly ran towards the crematorium. However, before he could get there, he was stopped and hugged by several policemen around him.

No matter how powerful a young man is, he is still no bigger than a few well-trained adults.

He couldn’t get away, so he could only watch his parents being pushed into the small stove, Wen Di crying: “Dad! Mom! Run! Don’t sleep!! You start the car and run away!! The fire is about to start!!!”

The only sound that responded to him was the sound of the furnace door closing and the flame rising. Wen Di’s legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground. He fell on the ground and his loud cries turned into soft sobs. He had no parents anymore.

Never again.

Two hours later, Wen Di received his parents’ ashes at the ashes collection place. He held the urn in his arms, and the box was still filled with warmth. In his tearful eyes, he seemed to see his parents standing in front of him, holding him tightly with warm embraces.

A car accident took the lives of Wen Di’s parents.

The perpetrator was a drug addict. After hitting the person, instead of slowing down, he stepped on the accelerator even more frantically. The vehicle eventually lost control and fell from the viaduct into the moat.

After the rescue team salvaged the vehicle, the perpetrator had no vital signs. The autopsy results showed that the perpetrator had injected drugs before his death and was hallucinating at the time of the accident.

This man grew up in a welfare institution and had no relatives, so Wen Di couldn’t find anyone to vent his revenge on.

Wen Di had a distant uncle who contacted Wen Di after the accident and expressed his willingness to take care of his future life. However, after learning that Wen Di’s mother had made a will before her death and left all the inheritance to Wen Di, Wen Di’s distant uncle seemed to have suddenly evaporated from the world.

Two weeks later, Wen Di took care of her parents’ funeral affairs and returned to school.

But everyone discovered that he had become closed off and no longer liked talking to others.

His grades were still as good as ever, but from then on, it seemed that this was the only thing left in his world.

Although the head teacher told the Chinese teacher that this matter should not be known to the students, there is no airtight wall in the world. In the past few days when Wen Di was away from school, everyone knew that something like this happened in his family.

So after Wen Di returned to school, everyone tacitly agreed never to mention this in front of him.

From that day until he went to college, Wen Di’s world turned into black and white. There were no more laughter or bright colors. All that was left in his heart was studying. Only when he was studying could he feel that he was at peace.

The stomach problem came about at this time. The half-grown young man was busy sprinting for the college entrance examination all day long. He was hungry and full, and worked as hard as he could. He always felt that he was still young and his body could resist it, so even if his stomach was uncomfortable, he could take some medicine and drink some hot water and it would be fine soon. He didn’t take it to heart.

After the college entrance examination scores came out, Wen Di did very well and was ranked among the top 1,000 in the city.

The teachers at the time advised him to apply for majors in computer science and engineering, but he resolutely applied for the Journalism Department of Communication University.

Naturally, everyone doesn’t understand that you have such good grades and the country is now vigorously developing science and engineering. After graduation, you can find a job. Whether you work as a white-collar worker in a large factory or work in a research institute to engage in technology, your income will be much higher than that of being a reporter.

But Wen Di insisted on applying to the Communication University and choosing the journalism department.

There is no other reason.

Just because a reporter helped me when my parents had an accident a few years ago.

The reporter’s surname was Chen. After Wen Di was admitted to college, he no longer worked on the front line, but returned to his hometown to teach news reporting and writing at a local university.

After Wen Di’s parents had an accident, the reporter contacted Wen Di and offered to help Wen Di.

He reported on a man who got into an accident and died accidentally after driving under the influence of drugs, which aroused social condemnation of drugs and drug-driving. During that time, many well-wishers donated anonymously to Wendi.

Although it wasn’t much, Wen Di opened a card and saved the money, and none of it has been touched for so many years.

Whenever he feels lonely, feels like he can’t hold on and wants to commit suicide, he will turn over that card and take a look. It turns out that there are still good people and good intentions in this world.

Reporter Chen has also been supporting Wen Di’s studies. Even though he knew that Wen Di had a large fortune left by his parents and this tuition fee was nothing to him, he still insisted on paying Wen Di two tuition fees every year until the end of Wen Di’s college entrance examination. He received a text message from Wen Di reporting his college entrance examination results.

Wen Di said in the text message that he wanted to be like Reporter Chen and prepare to major in journalism. In the future, like Reporter Chen, he would help others and repay everyone for the help they had given him.

Reporter Chen took a long time and replied with a few words: Just do what you want to do.

That’s it. During the time when he was applying to volunteer, the whole world was against Wen Di’s choice. Only these nine words from reporter Chen silently supported him, just like that report silently supported a child who had lost his parents and was isolated.

Later, the university started.

Wen Di, like all freshmen, was full of curiosity about college life. Each class was in a different classroom and with different classmates. He had more time at his disposal. He followed the teacher to interviews outside the school gate to experience various aspects of life. He would also go to the self-study room in the dormitory building to read at night after the dormitory lights were turned off at night, bringing exercises from Level 4 and Level 6 and a small lamp.

When I was in my junior year, Huo Qingyun, the deputy editor-in-chief of Anzhou Times, came to Communication University to give a speech, and Wen Di naturally went there too. After the speech, Huo Qingyun extended an olive branch to the students present and welcomed them to apply for Anzhou Times after graduation. Most of them just listened and laughed.

That’s the “Anzhou Times”. How many years does it take for a graduate of Communication University to get admitted to a top student?

But Wen Di listened. From that day on, his life became even busier, attending classes, interviews, doing homework, reviewing for exams…

A year later, he became the only recent graduate to be admitted to the Anzhou Times in the past five years.

After joining the workforce, Wen Di’s life became even busier. Only after meeting Lu Huaichu did his life become a little sweeter.

But people who have been soaked in bitter water for a long time cannot taste the sweetness.

People who have been soaked in bitter water for a long time are reluctant to let their loved ones get a little bit of bitter water.

Wen Di fell asleep for a long time, and he didn’t want to wake up because he would have to push Lu Huaichu away with his own hands.

He didn’t dare to look into Lu Huaichu’s eyes.

He even thought that maybe this was a dream. How could Lu Huaichu come?He should be his doctor in Anzhou. How could he join the army? How could it be such a coincidence that this army also came to country B and area J.

But when Lu Huaichu gently woke him up, Wen Di realized that all this was not a dream, but real.

The person who had been hiding for so long now found this place.

“Baby, you can’t sleep anymore. Get up and eat something first. I’ll cook porridge for you.” Lu Huaichu’s voice was still so gentle, deep and magnetic.

Wen Di slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes did not dare to meet Lu Huaichu’s eager eyes.

He was half-carried and half-supported to sit up and lean against the head of the bed. Lu Huaichu was sitting beside the bed, holding a bowl in his hand, scooping up a spoonful of porridge and blowing on it gently.

“It’s not hot anymore, you have a taste.” Lu Huaichu handed the spoon to Wen Di’s mouth, as naturally as every feeding before, as if nothing had happened between the two of them in the past few months.

Wen Di sighed in his heart. Since he had been a “bad guy” once, he should continue to be the “bad guy” to the end.

He turned his head slightly and avoided Lu Huaichu’s hand. The hand holding the spoon obviously paused in the air.

“Thank you, I’ll just do it myself.”

Wen Di took the spoon and bowl and started eating bit by bit.

He was really hungry. He hadn’t eaten for at least two days since he fainted. He was so hungry that he could eat the porridge cooked by Lu Huaichu. Wen Di ate it very slowly, but also very seriously. He tasted every spoonful and every mouthful carefully and swallowed it bit by bit.

Although he had always said that the food cooked by Lu Huaichu was too bland, after coming here, Wen Di realized that his stomach had been spoiled by Lu Huaichu for a long time. It seemed that as long as he ate the food made by Lu Huaichu, his stomach would be relieved for a long time.

After finishing the porridge, Wen Di hummed comfortably. Lu Huaichu took the empty bowl and wiped his mouth with a paper towel: “You can’t eat too much when you wake up. I’ll wait for a few days to calm down and make something delicious for you.”

“Lu Huaichu.” Wen Di said, interrupting Lu Huaichu’s movements and words.

Lu Huaichu’s hands trembled. He heard the calmness in Wen Di’s voice. He was suddenly afraid. He didn’t want Wen Di to continue talking.

Yu Chen was right. He was too aggressive and Wen Di couldn’t accept his appearance for a while. However, after Wen Di rescued him, he couldn’t leave him alone here without asking anything.

“What’s wrong, baby, are you tired? Let me help you lie down and sleep for a while, okay?” Lu Huaichu stood up and wanted to help Wen Di lie down, but was interrupted by Wen Di.

“Lu Huaichu, we have broken up.”

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