Kindness followed one after another. Following the little girl Fisher were two middle-aged men, two very special people. One had a prosthesis installed on the lower half of his right leg, and the other had a blank left arm.
Both of them were dressed very casually, and their faces showed the traces of time.
They walked up to Wen Qiao. The middle-aged man with the prosthetic limb smiled stiffly and held up a biscuit box that was so old that the paint was peeling off. "You are Wen Qiao, a student in the Department of Traditional Chinese Music of the Central Conservatory of Music, right?"
"I am, may I ask who you are..."
"I have a band for people with disabilities, and we go around performing. I... I play the erhu."
Facing these academic kids, the man seemed to have a sense of inferiority in his words.
This is the so-called "skywalk artist" that Zhao Tong and Xu Lu look down upon.
He is just an ordinary person who lives seriously.
Those who live seriously are great people and are worthy of admiration.
"What can I do for you?"
The man handed the cookie box to her and said, "Because I heard that your school doesn't support your folk music club, so we want to try our best to do something for folk music. These are the income we got from the performances in the past month. We want to donate them to you. It's a small gift, and I hope it can help a little."
Wen Qiao's heart choked up, and he said solemnly: "We appreciate your kindness, but we can't accept the money. As for our concert, we currently have financial support. Thank you, thank you."
She can accept the pocket money of children, but she cannot accept the hard-earned money of these disabled people who work hard to perform.
She was deeply moved by the fact that all living beings suffer.
The man insisted: "Please... please accept it. We are all amateurs, and there is really only so much we can do for folk music. I hope you will not give up."
Children from the academic school are the light and future of folk music.
Wen Qiao refused, but the man stuffed the biscuit box into her hands, then pulled the man next to him and turned away.
He was wearing a prosthetic limb and walked with a limp. He turned around and waved at Wen Qiao with a smile.
Wen Qiao held the biscuit box, lowered his head, and bowed to them at 90 degrees.
Respect the glory of humanity.
Turning back, Chun Xiao and Lu You You hugged each other and cried, "It's so touching, so touching."
Lin Xiang put one hand in his pocket and said, "We should work harder and live up to the expectations of kind people."
"Okay, okay, let's work hard together."
Afterwards, Wen Qiao placed the piggy bank and biscuit box on her desk to remind her that there were countless girls like her across the country and that there were many folk musicians who came from independent backgrounds. They regarded them as guiding lights and supported them silently from behind.
They must not let them down.
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There are still some bad rumors in the school about Wen Qiao being the mastermind behind the incident. On the one hand, it is because Fang Duo is targeting Wen Qiao, and on the other hand, it is naturally because of Xu Lu.
She would definitely get involved in anything that was disadvantageous to Wen Qiao.
There were no classes in the afternoon, so Zhao Tong went home. Xu Lu walked to the piano room alone and entered the ivory-white building. Suddenly, a shadow flashed by. She was startled and looked closely. It was Wen Qiao who blocked her way.
Wen Qiao always dresses sloppily in school, wearing a loose long-sleeved T-shirt, wide-leg jeans, and shell shoes, a standard school bully's outfit. Just like her younger brother, she is very social.
"You...what are you doing?" Xu Lu still felt guilty.
(End of this chapter)