Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

At the entrance of the alley of the North Second Ring Road, the early spring sunshine slants across the bluestone road.

Huang Yuqi walked out of the alley carrying a small bag in a brown paper bag.

From a distance, she saw the Pagani parked on the side of the road.

She had seen this Pagani on WeChat Moments before.

At this time, Jiang Cheng was leaning on the car window with one hand and holding a mobile phone in the other, seemingly typing.

Looking at Jiang Cheng’s handsome profile.

Huang Yuqi couldn't help but pause, and a hint of anticipation that she herself was not aware of appeared on her calm face.

Before she met Jiang Cheng, she had never thought about getting married and having children.

After all, people who come from bad families are naturally resistant to intimate relationships and may not even have any aspirations for them.

Because her childhood was full of bad memories. She had neither the support of her parents nor the love of her mother.

It is not easy for her to grow up to be the person with correct values ​​now.

After walking to Jiang Cheng's side, Huang Yuqi reached out and patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder: "Hey."

Jiang Cheng was originally messaging Zhu Yan.

Last night, my two grandfathers transferred 20 billion yuan of New Year's money to my China Merchants Bank card.

The first time Wang Congcong took me to China Merchants Bank to purchase an office building.

The transfer of tens of billions of yuan had already shocked Xu Lei and others.

On the first day of the New Year, Xu Lei deposited 20 billion yuan directly into their bank. He was so excited that he couldn't even sleep.

Looking up and seeing it was Huang Yuqi, Jiang Cheng quickly locked the screen and put away his phone.

Huang Yuqi couldn't help but smile as she watched Jiang Cheng hurriedly put away his phone.

"Are you busy? You can go ahead and do your work first."

Jiang Cheng shook his head, smiled, opened the car door and got out.

"It's not busy, just some small things."

Having not seen Jiang Cheng for a while, Huang Yuqi couldn't help but stare at him a few more times with her bright eyes.

Then he handed the bag in his hand to Jiang Cheng: "This is a gift from the children."

"For me?" Jiang Cheng took it with some surprise.

Inside the big cowhide bag were pages of drawing paper.

Huang Yuqi took it out and handed it to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng took the stack of drawing paper, and when his fingertips touched the rough surface of the paper, an indescribable warmth suddenly surged in his heart.

"This is...the theme of the art class I will teach them after I come back." Huang Yuqi's voice came softly.

"The theme is "My Favorite School", and this is drawn by the children for you."

The first one shows the half-new and half-old campus carefully depicted with colored pencils.

On the left is the completed three-story teaching building, while on the right is the old bungalow that has not yet been demolished, forming a sharp contrast.

"This is the best picture. It was drawn by Xiaolan, the girl with a red birthmark on her face."

Huang Yuqi pointed to the newly built teaching building in the painting and said, "In order to draw this, I saw her climb up the hill behind the school during her lunch break to take the scene. She said she wanted to show you the progress."

As he flipped through the pictures one by one, Jiang Cheng's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

These children obviously have very poor basic drawing skills.

But because of this, the simple, rough and childlike paintings easily touched his heart.

The sunlight shines through the back of the paper, illuminating the children's tender brushstrokes.

The crooked teaching building, the exaggerated and deformed trees, and the national flag painted entirely in red.

The mottled earth walls and leaky roof are exactly the Hope Primary School in Gansu.

The traces of peeling skin were carefully painted by the children, and "our school" was written crookedly next to it.

"This was drawn by Ma Xiaohu." Huang Yuqi explained softly.

He pointed his finger at the top of the screen and said, "He said he has been studying in this school for five years. The old teaching building will be demolished soon, and he wants to remember the leaky roof of the original school."

Turning to the third picture, in the center of the picture is a plastic track that has been put into use.

Several stickmen are running on it.

Written crookedly next to it were the words: "Uncle Jiang, we finally don't have to play on the dirt playground anymore, thank you." The signature was "Li Yao."

Jiang Cheng still remembered her, the Tibetan girl who had timidly asked him if there was heating in the new school the day before he came back.

Looking at this, Jiang Cheng asked: "Has the school's heating been installed?"

Huang Yuqi nodded: "The power grid is already being pulled in. I asked, and the power grid is pulled in from a nearby village, but because the voltage is not enough, it needs to be modified. The cost of the modification to low-voltage electricity is about 10."

Jiang Cheng nodded: "I know this. I heard that the extreme low temperature in winter in Gansu's high altitude areas can reach -20 degrees Celsius. Photovoltaic + electric heating can reduce long-term electricity costs."

Huang Yuqi's voice was filled with unconcealed joy. "I asked your electrician, and they said that if the floor heating is turned on in winter, the temperature in the classroom can reach 20 degrees, and the children no longer have to wear cotton-padded jackets to write."

Jiang Cheng noticed that Huang Yuqi's finger joints were a little red and swollen.

I guess he got frostbite while helping the construction team move building materials.

This stubborn volunteer teacher insisted on supervising every detail on site since the first day of work.

"The only things left are the cafeteria and teachers' dormitories." Huang Yuqi pulled out her phone from her bag and showed him the latest construction photos. "The workers said that everything will be completed by the 18th day of the first lunar month."

A gust of wind blew through the alley, and Jiang Cheng saw that she subconsciously wrapped her black coat tightly around her.

"So when are you going back?"

"Before the Lantern Festival." Huang Yuqi looked into the distance, her eyes suddenly softened, "Originally I wanted to leave later, but when I left, the children chased the minibus for two miles..."

Huang Yuqi then smiled and said, "After I promised to bring them Beijing Tanghulu, these kids stopped chasing me..."

The sunlight shone obliquely on the drawing paper, and Jiang Cheng suddenly noticed that there was a sentence "Teacher Huang, don't go" written in the corner of one of the paintings.

The handwriting was erased many times by the eraser, but in the end it still remained there stubbornly.

"I'll take you back then." Jiang Cheng said suddenly.

Huang Yuqi looked up in surprise: "Too much trouble..."

"I'm going to Lanzhou on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year." Jiang Cheng lied without changing his expression.

Then I carefully put the stack of paintings into the moisture-proof box in the car.

"Stop by to see the construction preparations."

Huang Yuqi looked up in surprise, her hair blown by the wind and brushed across Jiang Cheng's sleeves: "But it's more than ten degrees below zero there..."

"And..." Jiang Cheng paused and lowered his voice, "I also want to see how the wolfberries on the school mountain are growing."

Seeing Jiang Cheng say this, Huang Yuqi didn't say anything else.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and his eyes suddenly lit up, like stars in the night sky.

"Really? If you can go, the kids will be so happy! Ma Xiaohu still doesn't want to use the schoolbag you gave him last time..."

From far away in the alley came the sound of children playing with firecrackers, and the smell of the New Year filled the air.

Jiang Cheng stared at the tip of Huang Yuqi's nose, which was turned red by the cold wind, and suddenly realized the magic of fate.

Suddenly I felt a little bit about the tasks issued by the system at that time.

If it wasn’t for the system task during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He would never meet this girl who was as tough as the Stipa sphenanthera on the Longzhong Plateau.

In a corner forgotten by everyone, she is like a stubborn weed, silently guarding the promises forgotten by the world.

If I didn’t go back with Xia Meng to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival.

I wouldn’t have met Huang Yuqi.

Huang Yuqi is like the stubborn Stipa sphenanthera on the Longzhong Plateau.

In a corner forgotten by everyone, I silently keep those promises that are not cared about.

To be honest, after the release of the system, he has become more determined to complete the task of building a Hope Primary School and doing charity.

It was not the most important reason for his rebirth.

But it took on a deeper meaning after meeting Huang Yuqi.

Jiang Cheng had to admit that he did have some selfish motives when he first approached her.

But every time I see her, all those worldly distractions will melt away like spring snow.

There are always such people in this world.

She may not be the brightest star, nor the most beautiful flower, nor the most moving scenery.

But when she stood in the wind and sand on the Loess Plateau, holding the chalk with her red, frozen fingers.

When you teach children to write stroke by stroke, you will involuntarily want to protect this purity.

Just like now, looking at the stars twinkling in her eyes.

Jiang Cheng suddenly understood: true salvation is never charity from a superior position, but watching over others side by side.

After seeing Jiang Cheng put away the things, Huang Yuqi said, "It's time for lunch. Let's go. What do you want to eat? I'll treat you."

"Last time when we were at the Great Wall, you recommended me Beijing noodles with soybean paste. Didn't you say there was a time-honored noodles restaurant at the entrance of your alley?"

"Really?"

Jiang Cheng nodded: "Of course, I haven't tasted the authentic taste of noodles with soybean paste yet."

"That's great. I was worried that you wouldn't like it. I've been thinking about treating you to this meal all morning. You know, my salary as a teacher is not high. I can't afford an expensive meal, and a meal that's too cheap isn't very good."

Knowing that Huang Yuqi was a straightforward person, Jiang Cheng asked directly: "How much is your current salary?"

"Well, the basic salary is 2,850 yuan, plus various subsidies, transportation subsidies and subsidies for remote areas. After deducting the five insurances and one fund, it is 3,630 yuan."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng was slightly surprised.

Such a tough place, but the salary is so low?

No wonder it has been said since ancient times that a person with clean hands is a scholar.

"So low?"

Huang Yuqi nodded: "Yes, you know I'm poor, right? A return flight ticket costs hundreds of dollars, I'm very poor..."

Seeing Jiang Cheng pressing the car lock button, Huang Yuqi couldn't help but look back.

"Will you get a ticket if you park your car here?"

Jiang Cheng put his hands in his pockets nonchalantly: "Don't worry, this is Kyoto."

Huang Yuqi didn't quite understand what Jiang Cheng said: "This is Kyoto?? What does that mean?"

Jiang Cheng smiled upon hearing this and made up a random statement: "What it means is that this is the most respectful and law-abiding place."

After turning two corners, an inconspicuous little noodle shop appeared in front of us.

The words "Lao Zhang's Noodles with Soy Sauce" on the faded sign are already mottled.

There were a few paint-chipped folding tables at the door, and a few old neighbors were slurping noodles.

"Uncle Zhang! Two bowls of noodles with soybean paste, one with extra cucumber shreds!" Huang Yuqi greeted him familiarly, and turned to explain to Jiang Cheng, "His family grows all their cucumbers in their yard."

Jiang Cheng looked at this small shop of less than 20 square meters with great interest.

Beside the stove, the gray-haired Old Zhang was stretching noodles. Peking opera was playing on the small TV next to the chopping board, and the steam from the noodle soup blurred the screen.

"Sit here." Huang Yuqi chose a table near the inside, took out two pairs of wooden chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and wiped them skillfully with a tissue. "Don't be fooled by the ordinary environment, the taste is absolutely..."

Before she finished her words, Jiang Cheng had already pulled out the plastic stool and sat down, taking the chopsticks from her hand: "It smells good."

The noodles with soybean paste were cooked very quickly, and soon Lao Zhang came over with the bowl of noodles.

"Jajangmyeon is here~"

The hot noodles are topped with dark brown fried sauce, and topped with emerald green cucumber shreds, tender yellow bean sprouts and snow-white shredded radish.

Jiang Cheng took the bowl of noodles and said casually: "Your noodles smell authentic."

Uncle Zhang said with a smile: "Judging from your accent, you are not a local, right?"

Jiang Cheng nodded: "My grandfather and my father are, I haven't been here since I was a child."

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "My noodle shop was left to me by my grandfather. We have run it for three generations. It is a real century-old brand with authentic Beijing flavor."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng nodded in surprise: "Then I am really lucky, I will taste it carefully."

Jiang Cheng imitated the uncle at the next table and poured all the vegetables into the pot, stirring it vigorously.

Jiang Cheng had a noble aura all over his body and didn't look like someone from this alley at all.

But his behavior was easy-going and generous. Uncle Zhang looked at Jiang Cheng with curiosity.

Then he asked Huang Yuqi: "Is this your boyfriend?"

"Uncle Zhang!" Huang Yuqi's ears instantly turned red, "No, just... an ordinary friend."

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad. It's time to find a boyfriend. When your grandma came over a few days ago, she was still talking about this."

Huang Yuqi glanced at Jiang Cheng and said casually, "Haha, OK, Uncle Zhang."

ps: I saw a comment from a reader before, saying that he thought Huang Yuqi was a saintly bitch? ? Actually, when I was creating this character, I didn’t think of it that way. The world is diverse, and people’s perceptions are also different.

Perhaps many readers like characters that are mostly self-centered or selfish.

But from the author's writing perspective.

If you want to write a full character, it is impossible to always cater to the readers' ideas.

First, Huang Yuqi’s choice to teach was not selfless, but a secret self-healing. In that leaky classroom, she was finally able to raise her childhood self again.

In that place, she can find her inner peace.

The real virgin bitch is a histrionic personality, and Huang Yuqi's charming thing is precisely that.

"She doesn't care whether others think she is noble or not. She just stubbornly rewrites the script of her childhood in this way, stroke by stroke, in the wind and sand of the northwest."

The world is big. Some people pursue the stars and the sea, while others are willing to be a street lamp.

Just like we can't because:

I think it's childish to collect anime figures when you're thirty years old

Some people think that liking pink dolls is not mature enough

Some people choose to live a poor teaching life and think it is "not worth it"

Everyone interprets the meaning of life in his or her own way.

Huang Yuqi’s choice is just one of millions of ways to live.

Everything in the world exists reasonably.