think mighty

"Let go!" Xie Zhiwen frowned.

Sui Yi didn't let go, just leaned closer, and asked in a low voice: "Why, is Mr. Xie angry?"

Xie Zhiwen rubbed the center of his brows and said, "Stop making trouble, I'll take you here, and you can walk back by yourself for the rest of the way."

"Mr. Xie annoyed me?"

Xie Zhiwen was indeed a little angry, and said to him forcefully: "Don't say such things again in the future."

Sui Yi whispered: "But that's what I think in my heart."

Xie Zhiwen was a little angry at this time, and said: "Then don't think like this in the future."

Sui Yi didn't speak, Xie Zhiwen turned around and wanted to leave, Sui Yi hugged him, "Mr. Xie..."

Xie Zhiwen was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him, he frowned even more when he saw this, and scolded in a low voice: "Release!"

Sui Yi lowered, and then let go.

Xie Zhiwen breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go back, when he suddenly heard a choking sound from behind.

"Mr. Xie..."

He paused, looked back, and saw Sui Yi standing there, seeming to be wiping away tears.

He hesitated.

"What are you crying for?"

Sui Yi glanced at him, her voice a little aggrieved: "Mr. Xie hates me."

Xie Zhiwen sighed and said, "No...I just hope you don't say that again."

Sui Yi sniffed and said, "Then I just don't say anything, don't ignore me."

Xie Zhiwen's heart softened again, and said, "I didn't ignore you, it's just...you are not young anymore, so you should pay attention to your words and deeds."

Sui Yi stopped talking, and lowered her head, like an abandoned dog.

After a while, he murmured, "Why doesn't everyone like me?"

Xie Zhiwen sighed and said, "Who said that you are a good boy, you just need to be cultivated a little..."

"Good boy?" Sui Yi glanced at him and asked hoarsely, "Then what's good about me?"

Xie Zhiwen opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words to describe him.

"Forget it..." Seeing his reaction, Sui Yi suddenly laughed, "If I'm really a good boy, my parents wouldn't sell me into a theater troupe."

Hearing the sound, Xie Zhiwen was stunned. Before he could react, Sui Yi laughed again, as if in a daze: "Ha...I'm not good anywhere."

"If I'm really good, Runsheng won't give me dumb drugs. If it's really that good, Master won't ask him not to let me go. If it's really that good..."

"How can you not like me?"

"I'm not good enough," he murmured.

Xie Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder, but he hid.

"I'm going back first," he said.

The school at night is very bleak, Sui Yi's back is thin and long, as if she could fall down when the wind blows, Xie Zhiwen suddenly feels a dull pain in her heart.

Sui thought he...

How much did you suffer.

He didn't sleep well all night, he tossed and turned during the night, his mind was full of that lonely figure.

No wonder he was begging on the street when we first met. At that time, he was still thinking, boys have hands and feet, why should they beg?

But as long as there is a home to go to, who would be willing to beg on the street.

There were no stars and no moon outside, and in the empty room, he sighed faintly.

Tomorrow, tomorrow he must have a good talk with him.

Xu Shaoqing didn't sleep well that night.

As soon as he left the hotel, Xiao Chen came over and brought a piece of news.

A phone call came from the Relief Committee's office, and a paragraph of text that had already been edited.

The meaning is self-evident.

Some evening newspapers published the news early to publicize Jin Changying's achievements in disaster relief.

Xiao Chen bought him an evening paper when he came, Xu Shaoqing glanced at it and said, "Nonsense."

He, Jin Changying, just came here to show off, how could he have the nerve to take all the credit for himself?

When He Yuxiu came out of the hotel, he saw Xiao Chen and Xu Shaoqing standing at the door, not knowing what to say.

"What's wrong?" He leaned over and asked.

Xu Shaoqing handed the newspaper to He Yuxiu, "Look at it."

He Yuxiu took it over and took a look, and saw a rather large page above, all praising Jin Changying's political achievements through this fundraising meeting.

"It turns out that he really has other plans for coming this time." He Yuxiu frowned.

Xu Shaoqing snorted coldly, "I just said why so many reporters came today, as if they received news in advance."

"Anton was also surprised by this. He only informed two reporters he was familiar with beforehand, but he didn't expect..." He Yuxiu flipped through the newspaper and sighed, "This fundraiser is for disaster relief. It unexpectedly became a means for others to publicize their political achievements.”

"It's just whitewashing the peace." Xu Shaoqing looked up at the sky and said, "If the sky is dark, no matter how you paint it, it won't be white."

Xiao Chen opened his mouth and asked cautiously: "Master, then this..."

Xu Shaoqing squeezed the space between his brows, opened his eyes, and said firmly, "Send it according to the script we made before."

"Would you like to ask the president?"

Xu Shaoqing glanced at him and asked, "Why, my words don't work anymore?"

Xiao Chen hesitated to speak, but finally responded.

After returning home, Xu Shaoqing wrote an article overnight and planned to publish it in the latest issue of "Under the Lamp".

He Yuxiu didn't bother him. After he went back, he locked himself in the room and painted for a long time, but his heart still couldn't calm down.

It's not that he doesn't want to be quiet, it's just that these complicated facts make people unable to calm down. If you want to be quiet, you have to not look, listen, or ask.

In the past, he also tried not to look, not to listen, not to ask, thinking that he would get a pure land by fleeing to the temple in the deep mountain.

It's just that when looking at the temple from the outside, what you see is the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, which is pious.

Some old monks, who were downcast when they were young, became highly respected when they were old, and they persuaded the world over and over again: "Benefactor, let go of your ego, and you will find freedom."

But what they are talking about is not the Dharma, but the "I" method.

Forming cliques and fighting dissidents are happening day by day in this place closest to the Buddha.

They will still quarrel with those who disagree with each other, and form groups with those who share the same opinion.

And some young monks, whose parents died, were sold by elder brothers and sisters-in-law to become young monks, but when they were only six years old, they were called masters.

"Master" may not know how good the Buddha in the temple is, but he must know how delicious the meat in the temple is, otherwise he would not go to the kitchen to steal meat in the middle of the night.

He lived in that temple for a year, and gradually understood that no matter where he fled, it was a meaningless struggle.Just like that temple, even in the deep mountains, an accidental bombing there almost destroyed all their business.

A gust of wind came in from the window, sending a chill down his spine.

It was pitch black outside, with a few faint lights in between. He rubbed the space between his brows, closed the window, and fell into a deep sleep.

Tomorrow will probably be better.He tried to convince himself.

The fundraising meeting on the second day was obviously not as lively as the first day. Chen Andong was a little disappointed, but he always cheered himself up.

On the second day, it is understandable that there were not as many people as the first day.

But even so comforting himself, he still couldn't help standing at the door of Xingjian Hall and looking outside.

He Yuxiu is here.

He handed him a newspaper, and Chen Andong read it and smiled wryly.

How could he not see the overwhelming news, but those newspapers were too exaggerated. If Jin Changying was really effective in disaster relief, why would he be so painstaking in organizing this relief meeting.

Seeing his expression, He Yuxiu pulled out the newspaper and stuffed another newspaper into his hand.

"You've worked hard," he said.

Chen Andong looked at the newspaper, his eyes were a little red, he lowered his hands, and murmured: "These politicians are all about getting promoted and getting rich. They can't see that what they are stepping on is a living life."