No one knows what agreement the two reached afterwards. I saw Peng Chen rushing out of the alley with a gray face, muttering and gesticulating with Qianmai under the shop billboard for a while. Then, Qian Mai smiled like a cat stole the fish, and started her shopping trip again. Behind him, followed Peng Chen, who flushed.
Along the commercial street, it is still going in and out, still dwindling. It’s just that, this time I saw Huayang’s characteristic handicrafts, such as stone carvings, celadon, swords, root carvings, wood carvings, and so on. At the beginning, Peng Chen disagrees with Qianmai's leisurely travel and can't buy. But gradually, he discovered that Huayang's clerk was quite ridiculous to such customers, and occasionally answered you one or two questions, and he could really learn a lot in a circle. As a result, he became interested, and sometimes even ran to the front of Qianmai with his long legs.
Just when Peng Chen thought that the rest of the time would pass in this way, Qianmai said hello and ran elsewhere.
It was a temporary stand in the Craft Plaza, covered with a thick red carpet. There is a parasol in the front corner, and several audio and VCD players are placed under it. A slender female host holding a microphone, smiled, and Yan Yan introduced the two rows of primary and middle school students standing neatly in the back.
"Dear folks and citizens, everyone. We are teachers and students of Huayang School for the Deaf and Mute. Today we are holding a thank-you party for AA Company’s donation of 200,000 yuan to our school. Thank you for coming and watching. Next, we have invited Mr. Chen Qihao, general manager of AA Company, to give a speech..."
A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes stepped onto the stage and read a speech with a prepared speech. The drizzle slowly became dense, and soon the words became wet and blurred. The man simply put away the semi-wet white paper and emphasized the company's responsibilities and obligations to the society. He stepped down hastily and stood under a temporary umbrella.
Afterwards, the host’s Huang Ying’s voice sounded again: “Next, I would like to invite student representatives from the deaf-mute school to express our immense gratitude to the AA company.”
After the host made a gesture, a short-haired girl who was about the same age and height as Qian Mai quickly emerged from the back row, stood in the center of the platform, and began to gesture in an orderly manner. The beautiful hostess should be their teacher and acted as an interpreter on the side: "Thank you very much for the AA company, and thank you very much for the leadership of the AA company. Your care is like the warm sun in spring, which is injected into the hearts of each of our students. We wish you good health. , Everything goes well, a good person lives in peace... ”
"How much did the AA company make this time?" asked a belated citizen in the audience.
"Look at the back plate. Two hundred thousand. It is worthy of the AA company. This aspect has always been better than the state-owned enterprise." Humanity next to it.
"Yaoshou, such damp weather keeps the child in the wind for so long." An old grandmother muttered while holding an umbrella.
"Ama, don't say that. Give me 200,000 yuan. I can stand in the rain for three days and three nights." Someone joked when they heard it.
Perhaps because of the drizzle, there were not many people in the audience. Peng Chen cautiously avoided a few umbrellas, and quickly squeezed to the side of Qianmai, already holding a dark blue umbrella in his hand. The fine rain has wetted Latent Wheat's hair, and his bangs stuck to his forehead, and it was a bit messy when blown by the wind. Upon seeing this, Peng Chen couldn't help turning the umbrella sideways and asked: "Your complexion is ugly, is it uncomfortable?"
"No, it was blown by the wind." Qianmai said gently, "Did you buy an umbrella?"
"Yeah. I bought it at the small supermarket nearby." Peng Chen replied. "Will it be too late?"
If these two sentences are completely unmatched, others may not understand them. Qianmai understood it, and shook his head almost invisibly: "No. This drizzle is nothing. They have to face bigger storms in their lives, and it is good to exercise in advance. There is no love for no reason in this world, and people pay. With so much money, you have to give something back what they want. This is something you should understand before you collect the money."
Peng Chen's warm and moist face was full of surprise, and his eyes stared at Qianmai in a daze. After a long time, he said softly: "If it were me, I wouldn't do it."
"What would you do?" Qian Mai looked up at the boy who was a head taller than himself.
"I haven't figured it out yet. I should donate the money to charity anonymously."
"Then I hope you will make a lot of money in the future." Qianmai blinked, two light smiles appeared at the corners of his mouth. Seeing Peng Chen stunned, such a smile like a flower, such a glorious look, was it the girl who was indifferent and alienated just a minute ago
The thanks on the stage have come to an end. Next, the host invited people from the community to sign on the roster and said some words of encouragement to the deaf-mute students.
"Study hard and grow up to serve the motherland." Jun A said.
"I hope you can become a useful talent for society." Mr. B said.
"I hope you are happy every day and everything goes well." Mr. C said. …
Perhaps it was Peng and Qian who were in the higher position, or perhaps the student who was the closest to the age of the two of them in the scene. The host was so fierce that he invited them to the stage.
Peng Chen quickly signed on behalf of the two, after considering it, said sincerely to the two rows of students: "I wish you all realize your ideals."
When it was Qianmai's turn, tears were already faintly flashing in her eyes. Standing close in front of these deaf-mute students who are not lucky, their legs are heavy as lead, and the stomach is upset, but the mind is light and uncontrollable. Slowly stepped forward and hugged the youngest seven-year-old boy. Thousands of words came to his heart, his throat choked, and it took a long time to slowly raise his heavy hands and make a series of vaguely remembered gestures: "Please do. Be strong. Please be happy."
Face any difficulties firmly, get up and continue walking if you fall. You shed tears when you are sad, and smile again when you are sad. Don't be sensitive, don't be suspicious. Don't be anxious, don't compare. Don't give yourself up, don't be cynical. Slowly, step by step, down-to-earth, out of your own way. Always love others and always love yourself. Always believe that there is a rainbow at the end of the sky, always believe that this world has your nostalgic love, and that the person you love will love you after all.
The tears condensed and rolled in the eyes, and finally couldn't help it, like a pearl with a broken thread, rustling down. Latent Wheat, who has been stubborn after being reborn, shed tears for the first time...
"This classmate just revealed his true feelings, and the deaf and dumb classmates worries and worries. It is very touching. Now, let's interview her and ask her to talk about her feelings about this event."
Qianmai's eyes suddenly dangled into a stick of firewood. No, it should be a microphone. Behind Yingying stood a beautiful woman with straight hair and shawl and a clean face. His neat teeth are small and sparkling, and his smile is a bit shy, and he is vaguely named Fang Jin, the fledgling host. The teardrops of Latent Wheat stopped abruptly, hanging on the slightly pale face in a daze.
"Classmate, how do you understand sign language? Could you please tell me your thoughts about this event?" Fang Jin said again with a smile.
Qianmai returned to his senses slowly, staring at the camera facing him, and immediately realized that the organizer may have invited someone from the TV station to make a report. Suddenly blushed at the gaffe in front of everyone and Peng Chen, he wiped off the wetness on his face, put on a bright smile, and said, "I only understand a little fur. I hope to have more and more. Caring people and professionals come to care about deaf-mute children. I wish all the good people in the world peace for their lives!"
The camera lens turned back to Fang Jin: "Thank you, we also wish this classmate a safe life, and all wishes come true."