Song Yu walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and saw Aunt Zhao pushing Wen Wan around the living room with a tired face.
"Aunt Zhao, what's wrong?" Song Yu asked in a low voice.
Aunt Zhao smiled helplessly: "My wife is arguing about not going to sleep, so I want to come out for a walk."
"Go to sleep, I'll push it." Song Yu thoughtfully said.
Aunt Zhao refused, but she couldn't resist Song Yu's determination, so she had to go back to her room.
The heating was turned on in the room, and the temperature was a bit high. Song Yu went to the balcony to have a look, and found that it was not very cold, so he put a thick blanket on Wen Wan and took her to the balcony.
With Zhou Yanqing's gentle and tough "bond", in just over a day, he has been able to get along with Wen Wan normally. Immediately like a frightened bird.
He pushed Wen Wan to the position with the best light, while he sat beside him with a wicker chair. I thought being gentle would make trouble, but she seemed to like sitting like this, with her head raised slightly, staring at the few stars in the distance.
Aunt Zhao likes to chat with Wen Wan, even though the audience may not be listening at all, but Aunt Zhao never tires of it. Song Yu didn't have that kind of patience, and he didn't know what to say to Wen Wan. He glanced at her, then leaned on the wicker chair and closed his eyes to rest.
After a while, his legs suddenly felt warm, Song Yu dodged subconsciously, and opened his eyes immediately. There was an extra blanket on her legs, and Wen Wan was struggling to cover Song Yu with the blanket she was wearing.
Song Yu stared blankly for a while, then pressed Wen Wan's hand, and said softly, "No need."
Wen Wan looked up at him, her eyes were full of worry, she opened her mouth and said vaguely: "Leng..."
She swallowed the saliva in her mouth and called again: "Xiao Yu."
Song Yu was stunned for a long time before realizing that Wen Wan was calling his name. In his memory, the last time Wen Wan called him that was in his hallucination on the day he committed suicide. At that time, Wen Wan was the same as when he was young, kneeling on the ground and calling him like coaxing a child: "Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu Yu..."
His eyes were filled with tears, and there was only a vague golden light in front of his eyes. Song Yu was afraid that all this was his illusion again, so he blinked eagerly, and the overwhelmed tears rolled down from his eyes. The old and thin Wen Wan was still in front of her eyes, with her mouth slightly open, looking at herself stupidly.
Trembling, Song Yu held Wen Wan's dry and old hand, bent down and buried her head in her lap, choked up and said, "Mom, I'm not cold."
Wen Wan looked at the hair on the back of Song Yu's head foolishly, then slowly raised her other hand, and patted Song Yu's back like coaxing a child.
After burying his head for a long time, Song Yu raised his head, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and suppressed the leaking emotions. He wrapped Wen Wan's hands in his big hands, and even though he knew that Wen Wan couldn't understand what it meant, he still looked gently into Wen Wan's eyes and said, "Mom, I have two things to thank you for." The first thing, thank you for taking me to City B and allowing me to study in Qingyang High School for a year. The second thing, thank you for teaching me to be compassionate and always remember to be kind to others."
These two things are the chance for him to meet Zhou Yanqing, both of which are indispensable.
On the way back from the hotel to the nursing home just now, he fell asleep in the car and had a long dream. Rather than saying it was a dream, it might be better to say that he retrieved a memory from a few years ago in his sleep.
He had a complete dream about how he stepped into the classroom of Qingyang High School where he attended classes seven years ago, met Zhou Yanqing who was a bit thorny in his youth, and how he used dark chocolate to coax each other but turned him away. Annoyed, and finally put two pieces of chocolate that had melted in the palm of the hand into the hands of the young Zhou Yanqing on the school's rostrum.
If he hadn't borrowed a year in Qingyang High School and hadn't decided to donate to poor students, he would never have met Zhou Yan, and these two things were directly influenced by Wen Wan.
City B is the hometown of Wen Wan's grandmother. Back then, her spirit was already very abnormal, and she suddenly said that she would settle in City B during the most important stage of his studies. For the sake of Wen Wan's illness, he transferred to Qingyang High School in City B, and returned to City S a year later because of Wen Wan's capriciousness.
A few years later, he went to a TV station in City B to record a program. The program team learned that he had spent a year at Qingyang High School, so they proposed to record part of the content at the school.
Because there are many children of migrant workers studying in Qingyang High School, his deepest impression on this high school is that there are many poor students, so he came up with the idea of subsidizing poor students, and he has this idea because of the gentleness he received from childhood. Impact.
Wen Wan is deeply influenced by her parents' belief in Buddhism, she believes in karma, and she is dedicated to goodness. When she was young, she was keen on public welfare and often participated in various volunteer activities. After Song Yu could walk, he followed her to the nursing home to visit the elderly, or to the orphanage to give gifts to the children. The perennial influence of his ears and eyes sowed a seed of good deeds in his heart.
After entering the industry, his income has soared, and the remuneration for a movie cannot be earned by an ordinary family in a lifetime. But he is a person with very low desires, and he is not addicted to pleasure. To him, making money seems to be just a goal to prove that he is alive, not an end. Later, he studied gentleness, started to contact public welfare and charity, and invested most of his film salary into charity projects.
Because of his own experience, he mainly helps women and children. It’s a bit ashamed to say that he doesn’t have any pursuit of life values in doing charity. He just makes money and doesn’t know where to spend it, so he chooses a usage that will at least make him feel a little bit happy.
It's just that he didn't expect that when he threw it casually, a seed broke out of the ground, and it grew silently into a big tree, extending its branches to protect him from the wind and rain when he needed it most.
This should be what my mother often said, you don't ask for anything in return, but you have your own echo.
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These chapters are a bit watery, the main reason is that I have to explain, the next update will continue to follow the plot, Han Jin is bad for a reason. (*￣3) (ε￣*)