Wang Wanlin, born in 1945, lives in Hangzhou.
Narrated by Wang Wanlin
Lead Writer Cow Cow
This son, I picked up on the side of the road 30 years ago.
He had a father and a mother, and I took him home as my own child.
I have been with him since he was a teenager. He slowly grew from a homeless child who dropped out of school to the head of an Internet company.
In addition to him, I have picked up hundreds of children, most of them adolescents. I couldn't bear to watch them wander the streets and bring them home.
At most, I had 11 children in my family.
One Friday in the spring of 1992, the sun was good and the wind was blowing warmly on me.
I work at a packaging material factory in Hangzhou. After work, I took the no. 28 bus home.
There were a lot of people in the car, there were no seats, and I stood with the hoop all the way.
Suddenly, the car braked sharply, and everyone rushed forward.
A young man fell on top of me and almost knocked me down.
This young man, sixteen or seventeen years old, is less than 1 meter 7 tall, thin and dark.
I said, "You young man, how can you not stand!" ”
He turned his head, glanced at me, and said, "Cut, what a fuss." ”
Talk more naughty, I simply don't talk.
A big sister on the side couldn't look at it anymore and said, "It's really rude." ”
Within a few minutes, the car pulled to Baoshanqiao Station, and I got off.
The young man got out of the car too, and I thought to myself: What a coincidence, I actually went to the same place.
I just took a few steps when he stopped me.
He said sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I just bumped into you." ”
I was very strange and asked him, "Why didn't you just say it?" ”
He said: "There are so many people in the car, it is embarrassing. ”
I saw that this child was quite interesting, so I talked to him more.
He said that his name was Hu Gaoping and that he belonged to Theaili Village in Anyang, Qiandao Lake.
I asked him, why did you come to Hangzhou?
He said that he had not come to steal things, that the school had removed him, that his family did not want him, that he had been driven out, and that he had come to Hangzhou to look for a job.
I was very surprised and asked him where he lives now?
He said that he lived in hang oxygen, in the studio of his classmate's father.
I left him my home address, No. 15 Mo ya Camp, and said to him: You will come to me in three days, I am working in the factory, and I can help you find a job.
He nodded and left.
Back home, I kept thinking about it.
This kid hit me on the bus and got off the bus and apologized to me, indicating that this kid is very kind. What the hell happened, the school was going to expel him, and the family didn't want him?
The more I think about it, the stranger it gets, and I have to find out.
The next day happened to be a Saturday and I didn't go to work.
Early in the morning, I rushed to the West Bus Station and bought a ticket to Qiandao Lake.
It takes 4 hours to drive from Hangzhou to Qiandao Lake, and it is already noon to Qiandao Lake. Then change the car to Anyang, there is a section to take the ferry, the boat transports people and cars to the other side, and the car continues to drive.
When you get to Anyang, walk back 15 miles to a place called "Xingjialing", and then walk two villages into the mountains.
The roads were all dirt roads, only as wide as a small car.
I carried a satchel and asked all the way.
Found the village of Sairee, it was already more than 3 p.m.
It is a brick and wood house with a small stream in front of the door and a mountain behind the house.
The door was open, and there was an old lady in the house, with gray hair, kind eyebrows, and walking slowly.
I asked her if this was Hu Gaoping's home, and she nodded.
But she spoke in the vernacular, and I could only hear a rough idea. She is Gao Ping's grandmother, who is more than 90 years old, and it can be seen that she does not hate this grandson, and even loves it very much.
After an hour, Gao Ping's father returned, he was about the same age as me.
Speaking of this son, he began to sigh.
Gao Ping's father said that this child is too naughty, not good at studying, in school to be the boss, take a large group of classmates to the county town to play, the result is too late, no car back, classmates parents can not find anyone, anxious to die. In the first two villages, none of them said that he was good...
He also said that Gao Ping's uncle is the director of the school's teaching, and there is no way to take this child, this child has been mixed up all day, and he can't be educated, so send him to the labor camp as soon as possible!
This child's nature is not bad, and it is a pity to give up so much.
I said to Gao Ping's father, "You don't want it, I want it, and I'll educate him well." ”
He said, "Then I'll write you a note." ”
I said, "You don't have to write, your son is always your son, you are related by blood." ”
He said, "Then thank you." ”
Stepping out of Gao Ping's house, the sun had already set.
Back in Anyang, there is no car to go back. I spent the night in Anyang, took a ferry to Qiandao Lake the next morning, drank a bowl of peppery soup at the pier, and then took a car back to Hangzhou.
On Monday, according to the agreement, Hu Gaoping will come to me.
Before going to work, I stood at the entrance of the alley waiting for him, and I saw him coming from a distance.
I took him to the unit. The packaging material factory was short of people, so he stayed with him as a printing worker.
In the evening, I took him home.
My home is in Mo Ya Camp No. 15, the old house in the wall door, one bedroom and one living room, more than 40 square meters. The bedroom has a large bed and a small bed, with a nightstand in the middle.
I said to Gao Ping, "You will live with me in the future, and this small bed will sleep for you." ”
I added: "Be a good person, don't join the labor camp." ”
He nodded.
Gao Ping wasn't the first kid I picked up home.
In the winter of 1979, at 11 p.m., I saw a child at the bus stop, dark and not slippery, leaning against the railing. The bus had stopped running, and I asked him, why don't you go home?
He said that his hometown was in Wuxi, and he had escaped from the coal mine and had not eaten for two days.
I took him home, gave him a bowl of rice, and lent him my clothes to wear.
At that time, my mother was still alive, and she said, "You are doing good deeds, and your mother is happy for you." ”
From then on, I would often go to the bus station and train station, and when I saw the dirty children, I would go up and talk to them, and if I really needed help, I would take them home.
Some find ways to send them back, and some help them find jobs.
My income is not high, the packaging materials factory works, dozens of dollars a month.
Sometimes, when there are several children in the family who want to eat, I will go wholesale potatoes, carry a sack back, eat potato shreds, potato chips, and I have also picked up the leaves lost in the vegetable market.
After Gao Ping stayed at home, I made him a few rules: one was not allowed to smoke, the second was not allowed to drink, and the third was not allowed to make friends with people who were not three or four.
He promised to be pretty good, but after only three months, he got into trouble.
In the summer of 1992, early one morning, I got up to go to work.
The night before, Gao Ping didn't come home from work, I went out in the middle of the night to look for a circle, but I didn't find it. When I woke up in the morning, I wondered where the child had gone, and the landline phone at home rang.
I picked it up, and it was the voice of a young man.
He said: "This is the Pengbu police station, do you have a son named Hu Gaoping?" ”
I quickly said, "Yes yes, what's wrong with him?" ”
He said, "Come and talk." ”
I walked from my home to the Pengbu police station.
The police at the police station told me that Hu Gaoping's friend was caught stealing a bicycle, and Hu Gaoping ran to the police station to make a false testimony, saying that the bicycle was not stolen, but his friend's own.
I said to the police at the police station: "You can rest assured, I will definitely take him back and educate him well." ”
I took Gao Ping home and said to him, "It is illegal to commit perjury, how can you do this?" ”
He said, "Oh friend, I want to be righteous." ”
In January 1993, almost the Spring Festival, I asked Gao Ping: "Can you go back for the New Year?" ”
Gao Ping said: "I didn't mix any flowers, why did you go back?" I don't want it at home either. ”
I said, "Giving birth to you and raising you is a parent, and you should go back." ”
I took him to Longxiang Bridge to buy a suit.
Longxiang Bridge has a lot of Japanese suits for sale, more than twenty dollars a set, washed and scalded, very beautiful. I bought Gao Ping a set of plaids, a set of black ones, and dressed him up beautifully and went back.
It didn't take long for him to write a letter, and Rory had written a whole bunch of it, and it was pretty well written.
He said he went back in a suit, and the people in the village thought he had become a big boss, saying that he had met a nobleman... Finally, there is another sentence: thank you, you are a good father.
I was very touched to see it.
Hu Gaoping
After returning from the New Year, not long after, Gao Ping stopped doing it in the factory.
This kid is very economically minded. He went to the East Station Small Commodity Market to wholesale sunglasses and sold them on the Zhongbei Bridge. He can sell 10 yuan a pair and make a lot of money a month.
I also support him, and the goods are all piled up at home.
Gao Ping's relationship with his father also eased, and his father deliberately came from Qiandao Lake to see me.
Gao Ping's father said: "You have a good education, I want to learn from you." ”
I said, "He'll be fine, he'll be fine." ”
Unexpectedly, I said this too early.
One day in 1994, I came home from work.
Just after arriving at the entrance of the alley, the neighbor Lao Yu called out to me, he said: "Wang Wanlin, you picked up a son and sold train tickets at the city station (railway station), which I saw when I was on a business trip." ”
As soon as he said it, I knew it was Hu Gaoping, and recently this child was mysterious and mysterious, and he didn't know what he was doing.
I hurried to the train station.
He wasn't found on the first day, and he didn't come home.
The next night, I went again and saw him. Really being a "scalper", with a big handful of train tickets in my pocket.
I hurried to call him back.
Back at home, he was still unconvinced, saying, "Why can't you do it?" This is very profitable, someone goes to the mountains to buy some vegetables and transport them to the city to sell, I can sell a few train tickets What is not ok? ”
He also argued: "People are manual labor, and I call this light labor." ”
I said very harshly: "Train tickets are state tickets and are not allowed to be bought and sold privately." ”
I said: "In order to maintain social order and the interests of the broad masses of the people, it is necessary to exercise dictatorship over those thieves, fraudsters, murderers and arsonists, hooligan groups and all kinds of bad elements that seriously undermine social order. ”
Gao Ping asked me, "Who said that?" ”
I said, "Chairman Mao said." ”
He stopped ringing.
Two days later, there was a black-and-white TV at home, playing the news.
I shouted to Gao Ping to come and see.
Gao Ping said, "Didn't you show me TV, why did you let me watch it today?" ”
He sat down in front of the TV, pointed excitedly at the screen and said, "This is the man I know... I also know this. ”
On television, the men were handcuffed and taken away — arrested for reselling train tickets.
I said on the side, "Are you lucky?" ”
He didn't make a sound, but he knew it in his heart.
In 1994, Gao Ping told me that he saw an electronic computer company recruiting salesmen.
As a salesman, standing there selling things, he felt that he had no problem, so he went to apply. But after going there, the unit said that he was a foreigner and did not admit him.
Gao Ping wanted me to accompany him to the unit and make a guarantee.
The company is called "Sanjia Computer Company" on the way to teaching. The general manager, Mr. Jiang Bo, is also a professor at Zhejiang University, and I went to visit him in his office.
Mr. Jiang Bo was thin, wore glasses, and was very Sven.
I said, "Teacher Jiang, this is my child, please help take him, he is very willing to learn." ”
Teacher Jiang was very cheerful and said, "Yes, no problem." ”
Wherever Teacher Jiang went to give a lecture, he would take Gao Ping with him, and Gao Ping would sit down and listen.
Gao Ping went to work during the day and went to college at night to study English and computer science.
Once, Gao Ping took over a business and designed a line for a company.
He drew out the whole design and showed it to Teacher Jiang. Teacher Jiang was very surprised to see it, did not expect this child, listening to the class self-study, really learned, the picture is very good, except for a corner is not marked, the other is no problem.
In this business, Gao Ping made 50,000 yuan.
Fifty thousand yuan is not a small amount.
I said to him, "Gao Ping, you can't take this fifty thousand yuan." Teacher Jiang taught you the technique, you must know how to be grateful, the first money you earn, should be all to the teacher. ”
Gao Ping was very obedient, and gave all the points to Teacher Jiang.
In 1995, the old wall gate of Mo Ya Camp was demolished, and the new house was assigned to Cuiyuan, and Gao Ping also lived with me.
In 1996, Gao Ping rented an office on Wener Road and started a network company.
Gao Ping said, let me give his company a name.
I said that the children I helped were all from all over the world, and it was called "Four Seas".
Gao Ping worked very hard, asking for school if he didn't understand, and when the work could not be done, he would make a floor in the office.
I feel very relieved to see him get better day by day.
In 1998, Gao Ping bought a house outside and was about to move out.
He lived in my house for 6 years, really going to be separated, I am happy and sad, both hope that he is getting better and better, but also very reluctant, a lot of words hanging on the lips, can not say.
Before leaving, Gao Ping said to me, "Something called me. ”
I waved my hand and said, "Got it, got it." ”
After Gao Ping went out, he often came to see me and bought me a TV set and a washing machine. If I'm too busy at work, he'll call me and say, "How's it going?" "You have to call me for something."
Gao Ping has his own family and children. He told me that he hoped I wouldn't work so hard, live with him, and help him with the kids by the way.
But I still want to live here.
Gao Ping also made me a website called "Good Man Wang Wanlin". The homepage put a portrait of Lei Feng, and Gao Ping said that in his mind, I was better than Lei Feng.
One night in 2005, I had just finished dinner when there was a knock at the door and I was in a hurry.
I opened the door and looked, and it was Gao Ping who came.
He said restlessly that his father was in the hospital and that the situation was not good, and that his father had asked me to take a trip to the hospital.
At 7 o'clock in the evening, I rushed to the Provincial People's Hospital.
Gao Ping's father was lying in a hospital bed, already very weak. He's been sick and hospitalized for a while, I know, but I didn't expect it to develop so fast.
Seeing me come in, Gao Ping's father said, "Lao Wang, you are here." ”
I walked over to the bed, took his hand and said, "Something's going to be fine, it's going to be okay." ”
He shook his head.
Gao Ping's father said: "Our whole family depends on you, without you and without today." ”
I said, "By their own efforts, they wouldn't be where they are today without their efforts." ”
After talking about these two sentences, Gao Ping's father closed his eyes and did not speak.
I sat on the side and stayed with him for a while.
At 11 p.m., Gao Ping's father left.
After Hu Gaoping started his business, I also "stuffed" many people to go to him.
Jiang Zujun, I met at the door of the community. He carried a school bag and swung it around, going back and forth several times.
I stopped him and asked him what he was doing?
He said he was a student at Jingzhou Normal University in Hubei Province, graduated, and came to Hangzhou to look for a job.
I said, are you walking around like this and getting a job? To find a job, you have to learn technology.
I introduced him to Hu Gaoping and let him live in my house for more than a year.
There is also Zhang Shuangliang, which I picked up from the lakeside.
One day, I was passing by the lakeshore and heard two lads talking, ready to go where to "get" a little.
I listened more closely, where to take a little, is to steal.
I said, can't do this thing, there are difficulties with me.
I introduced Shuang liang to Gao Ping and went to climb the high cable.
I help more than a dozen children on average every year, and I have roughly calculated that from 1978 to 2022, I have helped more than five hundred children, some living for a few days, some for several months. They come from all over the world, everywhere.
Every New Year, I have to run out and visit again.
The year before, I went to Guizhou, where there were a few people whose lives were still very difficult, and I packed clothes in Hangzhou and took them with me. After a few departures, the outbreak broke out, and the community called and asked me to hurry back.
The train ticket for the second day of the New Year, which took 9 hours, returned to Hangzhou and was closed at night.
In 2021, I went to Hu Gaoping's house for the Chinese New Year, and he drove to pick me up. The roads in his hometown were repaired, and his family also built a three-story villa, which was very beautiful.
Gao Ping said, let me live there for the elderly, raise chickens and ducks, and the air is good.
I said no, such a big house, I can't afford to live.
This year's New Year, I also planned to go to Qiandao Lake, another child's home, but because of the epidemic canceled. I stayed alone in Hangzhou and had the quietest year.
In 1945, I was born in Suzhou, and I was born a little more than two pounds, a very small one.
The neighbor and my mother said that if you can't support such a small child, you can forget about it.
My mother said, it will move, let it go.
Because of the premature birth, my mother did not have milk, so she took the spice spoon and turned her head and fed me rice soup little by little. She held me and begged in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva for 28 days, and I opened my eyes.
When I was 8 years old, my father died, and my mother took me and my sister to Hangzhou to visit relatives and friends.
In 1962, when I was 16 years old, I graduated from the Yue opera class of Zhejiang Provincial Art School and worked in the Zhejiang Song and Dance Troupe.
The neighbor lost a watch, I was naughty, the family suspected that I stole it, called the police. I was imprisoned for 28 days and sent to Fuyang Daqing Farm for renovation for 16 years.
It was not until 1978, when the policy was implemented, that I returned to Hangzhou.
Because there is a "record", looking for a job is also a wall, only the director of the packaging materials factory believes in me and lets me go to work. I deeply feel how important it is for someone to pull a hand when a person is stuck in a quagmire.
In 1979, I started helping my first child.
Relatives and friends introduced me to the object, but as soon as the woman heard that I was going to adopt a street child, she did not follow. This is also understandable. But when I see these children, if I don't help them, I can't do it.
Relatives and friends said that my brain was firmly set, and only my mother supported me and subsidized me with her retirement salary.
In 1982, until my mother died, I took care of her at the bedside.
My mother said, my son is so good to her.
I said, thank you for not throwing me away.
Every life comes into this world, it is very difficult, how can it be easily abandoned?
The same is true of the children I helped, they ran out of the house, wandered the streets, and came to the "fork in the road of life", and I pulled them a little, maybe I could change their lives.
Good man Wang Wanlin
On the morning of February 17, it snowed heavily in Hangzhou. Snowflakes crackled on the car glass, melted into rainwater, gathered together, and slid down from the car glass.
I drove to find Uncle Wang Wanlin.
College Road is being built, and with rain and snow, it is blocked.
The car turned into a small alley, and a big sister came out of the communication room, with a somewhat defensive tone, asking me where to go?
I said, look for Wang Wanlin.
Her attitude suddenly eased and she said, "Okay, you stop inside."
Inside the lane are four or five residential buildings, enclosing a large courtyard. The snow was so heavy that I didn't have an umbrella with me, so I hid in the car, looking at which house it was, quickly pulled the car door open, and ran into the residential building.
Up to the second floor, the middle of this house is Uncle Wang's house.
There was a row of colorful umbrellas hanging by the door, and a piece of paper was attached to the side: Please put the umbrella back in its place after use.
Wang Wanlin put a row of umbrellas in front of his house for neighbors to borrow for free
I knocked on the door and no one came to open the door.
I dialed Uncle Wang's phone, and Uncle Wang said, "Inside the room, come and open the door immediately."
As soon as the door opened, an old man greeted me with a smile, a loving and warm smile.
The living room is not large, only a dining table and a few dining chairs, and there are many fruits and gifts piled up against the wall.
Uncle Wang said that these were all brought by the children.
Uncle Wang handed me two oranges and asked me to taste them, ensuring that they were natural and pollution-free. Uncle Wang said that this was planted by a child he had helped, and he sent him several boxes for the New Year, and he could not eat them all by himself.
Uncle Wang is the "Star of Hangzhou Civilization" and "Civilian Hero", and has also won the "China Charity Award".
Uncle Wang's cabinet contained a large bag of letters and photographs, his treasures, sent to him by every child he had helped. Behind every letter, behind every photo, is a story.
Uncle Wang would often take it out to look at it, and when he looked at it, the tears would fall.
Uncle Wang said: This year's New Year, the children gave him a lot of red envelopes, some hundreds, some thousands. He took it all in, but the money he would continue to use to help the homeless children.
I asked Uncle Wang, how long do you plan to help?
Uncle Wang said that he could help one count one and do it until he didn't move. He is 77 years old this year, and a few years ago, he also signed a body donation agreement, and finally took nothing with him, all of them were donated.
At the end of the interview, I said goodbye to Uncle Wang and walked out of the residential building.
Snowflakes caught the rain and flew in the cold wind, but my heart was incredibly warm.
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