Down with The Campus Bully Natsuka Aoki

Chapter 26: Meteor across the horizon 2

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"Yes, she said that all of this money is raised by your efforts. For you, I... I really don't know how to express my gratitude to you." Mama Liao said, she couldn't help it. He cried bitterly.

"Don't say that. In fact, I have been blaming myself for not being able to raise more donations. But please believe me. After a while, I will definitely be able to think of a better way to raise more for Liao Chengwei. Donate." Zhu Hui looked at her, smiled slightly, and said: "As the monitor, it is my duty to save Liao Chengwei's life, so please don't give up the treatment of Liao Chengwei, okay?"

Mama Liao heard her say this, her sobbing sound was more imposing, three minutes louder than the sound of pulling a bellows, tears flowed down like a flash flood.

"Okay, don't cry anymore." Zhu Hui patted her shoulder lightly. She was very sad to see her tears and comforted her: "You are the greatest mother I have ever seen in the world..., Let us fight side by side and work together to save Liao Chengwei's life, okay?" She said, covering Liao's mother's hands, a confident light flashed in her eyes.

Seeing the self-confidence on her face, Liao's mother was like the dawn of dawn, the light of the dizzy sky, hopefully illuminating the already dim life of his son. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, choked up and said, "I don't cry, I don't cry, for Liao Chengwei, I must stick to it."

Zhu Hui nodded to her and said with deep emotion: "I really envy Liao Chengwei for having a mother as good as you."

"Silly boy, there is no mother in this world who treats her child badly. I believe your mother is just as great, isn't it?"

"Yes...Yes!" Zhu Hui heard her saying this, and a cold air ran down her back and spread all over her body.

Mother Liao kept sending her to the door of the hospital before going back. As she walked home, the puffy and pale face of Liao Chengwei and the tearful eyes of Liao's mother kept flashing in her mind. For the first time, she felt that the birth of a life was so ordinary, and the passing away was so shocking. She began to brew a plan in her heart to continue Liao Chengwei's life.

The next day, it was another Saturday. After the tuition class, she took her three-string violin and ran to the door of Jiali Square alone, unfolded a neatly written distress letter written with a brush, and posted it. Behind the wall began to pull up. She hopes that her piano can attract passers-by to live in, and hope that they can generously donate and lend a helping hand after seeing this letter for help.

She had never studied the violin in the past, and her knowledge of the violin was purely an innate talent. I remember when I was a child, when my eldest sister next door practiced the violin at home, she would secretly stand outside the window of her house, stand on tiptoe to watch her playing the violin in the house, and listen to the beauty of her strings. melody. From then on, her biggest wish was to get a violin that really belonged to her, and to play her favorite music like her big sister. Until one day, her wish finally had a chance to be realized. At that time, when she and Tang Xiaohui were playing in a music school not far from home, they accidentally picked up a discarded violin next to a trash can. This violin had only three strings, and it had only three strings. It was dilapidated, but even so, it did not diminish her love for this three-string violin in the slightest. Since then, she has been hiding at home every day, alone, just like master retreats practicing martial arts in martial arts novels, holding a few books on the violin, studying carefully, and exploring how to play. With her dedication to music, it didn't take long for her to skillfully pull out every movement in the book. Then one day, when she was playing the violin at home, she was overheard by the big sister next door. That big sister found her following the sound of the piano, and seeing such a beautiful melody actually came from a little girl, she couldn't help but sighed in surprise and asked her who made this piece? And her answer was improvisation, because she thinks that only by playing the violin according to her own ideas can she play truly beautiful music.

It may be because the weather was too hot. In the afternoon, except for the majestic sun still in the sky, cruelly coaxing the earth, there were few people walking on the street, and the gate of Jiali Square was even more deserted. Zhu Hui played the violin for an afternoon, but the results were not good. There were only a handful of people who came to donate money. Seeing this, she had to think about moving to a place where other people would play the violin tomorrow to raise money.

After careful analysis for a night, she decided to play the violin in front of the "Yangtze River Plaza" the next day. Maybe she could meet a philanthropist, but after going there the next day, she didn't expect that the front door of "Yangtze River Plaza" would be changed. It was deserted, Men Ke Luo Que, and her eyes were full of depression. Seeing this, she couldn't help but change her route and went to "Wuhan Square."

It seems that she has chosen the right place this time. Maybe it is because of the good feng shui, as some Feng Shui masters have said. The "Wuhan Square" is very lively and crowded with people who donate money. At the end of the day, The donation she raised finally broke the triple-digit mark.

Since the end of the final exam, Zhu Hui has been playing the piano on the street with all his heart to raise medical expenses for Liao Chengwei. In the past few days, fewer and fewer people have donated money. On the contrary, the voices questioning her as a liar are getting louder and louder. Although Zhu Hui heard these voices questioning her, she felt uncomfortable, but she insisted on gritting her teeth and continuing to play the piano. She always believes that Huangtian will live up to his will. As long as she perseveres, she will be touched, eliminate misunderstandings, and continue to write a better life for Liao Chengwei in the future.

Just when she was comforting herself, a 27-year-old young security guard wearing a blue uniform suddenly appeared in front of her. Regardless of the reason, he rudely drove her away and asked her to cheat elsewhere.

"You said who is a liar, even if I am a liar, did you drive this road? Did you plant this tree? Why did you drive me away? I tell you, I won't go." Zhu Hui insisted. Here, life and death refused to leave.

"Why are you kid like this? This is not the place where you play the violin. Go, go, go, and pull elsewhere. Don't interfere with the business in our square here." The security guard drove her away while arbitrarily just pasting her. The help letter on the wall was torn off, crumpled into a ball, and thrown into the trash can on the side.

"You hardcore security guard, why is your attitude so bad? You have annoyed me. Be careful. I will complain to your boss." Zhu Hui was so angry that he pushed his elbow back and pushed the security back abruptly. step.

"What-, complain to me?" The security guard pointed to his nose with a funny expression, and laughed at her disdainfully: "What are you complaining about? It's a complaint that I didn't let you stay and affect the people in our square. Business?"

"Yes, for a security guard who has no brain and taste like you, I am just an idler standing in front of your square and playing the violin, but I believe that for your boss, I am an extremely noble God. ."

"God? You're exaggerating yourself too much!" The security guard sneered her, and the laughter became more frantic.

"Although I did not spend in your square today, can you guarantee that I will not spend in your square tomorrow? Anyway, I am considered a potential consumer in your square."

"Don't worry, our boss won't take you to our square for consumption." The security guard said with disdain.

"I also believe that your boss will not care for me to come to your square to consume by myself, but he will definitely care for the thousands of potential consumers behind me not to consume in your square, will he?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm saying that I am a human being, a person of flesh and blood, friends, a mouth, and a talking person. If I tell a hundred friends around me that your square is not good, I believe that among my 100 friends will not Someone will come to your square to consume. But the more terrifying thing is not only that, because I can’t guarantee that my hundred friends will not speak ill of your square to the hundred friends behind them in the future. Calculating in this way, you can imagine that in the future, there will be no more than tens of millions of people who will consume in your square, so your square will simply wait for the closing of the door, and you, the security guard, will wait to open your mouth and drink the northwest wind. Let's go." Zhu Hui finished speaking without a good voice, rolled his eyes with a magnificent look, and snorted quite intimidatingly.

"You...you little girl, I didn't expect a mouth to be so powerful." The security guard pointed at her, his mouth gaping.

"How can you, a brainless security guard, understand the power of public opinion! I advise you to go home early and drink more junenggap or melatonin. Maybe it will work out a miracle and grow your brain."

"You... you little devil, you... which school you said you belonged to, I have to go to your school to tell your teacher, and I have to expel you."

"Didn't you just say that I was a liar? You think the liar will still go to school!" Zhu Hui sneered at him disapprovingly.

In the face of Zhu Hui's sharp teeth and her own incorrigible awkward tongue, the security guard was already incapable of using her, and finally used force to solve the problem. He stretched out his hand and resorted to a move to sweep across the army. With a gust of wind, he snatched the violin from her hand and threatened her with malicious words that if he didn't leave again, he would confiscate her broken piano. Zhu Hui was anxious when he saw that he dared to break the ground on Tai Sui's head, used a tactic of galloping horses, rushed to regain his piano, and yelled at him without a good voice: "Who is rare to stay in a broken place like you? Tell me. You, in the future, even if your boss drives a BMW to pick me up in your square for consumption, I won't come." After roaring, he cocked his mouth and gave him a playful cold cut, then left proudly.

In the next few days, Zhu Hui ran almost the entire three towns of Wuhan, only to find a place that was satisfactory, calm down and play the violin. But it is a pity that the sky does not follow everyone's wishes. Recently, the most popular place is the Wuhan Square, which is located in the commercial district. Zhu Hui pondered for a while, and thought, the ancients said: Tolerate the calmness for a while, step back to the sea and sky, why bother with the money, when she thinks of money, she can't help but suddenly open up, suddenly cheerful, so she brazenly returned to the front of Wuhan Square. Playing the piano, accepting favors, but also facing challenges.