Chapter 296

"Elder brother, please. It's gone. It's not easy to be considerate. Thank you

"It's not that I don't understand. The problem is that you don't want the money from the bank in the future. The boss wants to deduct my salary. You'd better take it back. If you really don't have the money... Don't refuel now."

The man is not quick finish, the woman immediately anxious flustered up.

Just then, a brand-new 100 yuan note came from behind them. "I'll pay for it."

Two people surprised of a turn head, immediately the woman surprised of shout a, "small thunder elder brother!"

"You know me, Wei Lu. Ha ha, I haven't seen more and more water for such a long time."

Cao Xiaolei moves forward and touches Wei Lu's black ponytail. The sun's gentle smile overflows on his face. This girl is the granddaughter of Wei Laohan, who was rescued by Chishan gang by Yun Youhui long ago.

Now it seems that she has come out of the previous shadow and has her own life.

After receiving the money, the man at the gas station smiles awkwardly, and then skillfully fills up the gas. Cao Xiaolei looks at his watch, and it's about 11 o'clock now. After a hard meeting, he wakes up Gan Xiaomei and takes Wei Lu to the restaurant in the rest area for dinner.

And the driver of the van, too embarrassed to be called together.

Cao Xiaolei, who has always been stingy, orders a table of good dishes. Four people eat and chat. Wei Lu's shy face is always red. After looking at Cao Xiaolei and then at Gan Xiaomei, she never speaks. She only occasionally takes some vegetables and eats rice.

"Xiaolu, what are you doing this time?"

Cao Xiaolei broke the silence and gave Wei Lu his favorite chicken leg.

"I went to the township hospital to pick up my children. There were six children who had enteritis because of drinking milk. They almost had an accident, but now they are all right."

Wei Lu's pretty face glanced at Cao Xiaolei, a little worried.

As soon as she finished, she replaced Cao Xiaolei as a minibus driver, but with a burp, she said indignantly, "it's not all those son-of-a-bitch bullies! Fool people! What's the name of the project? Nutritional breakfast in the countryside is full of expired milk. Almost all the children in our village get sick after drinking it. These children drink too much. If they are not in a hurry, something will happen! "

When Cao Xiaolei heard the speech, he twisted his brows together immediately.

"Xiaolu, are you sure it's the heart project?"

"Well, I'm a substitute teacher in a village primary school now. The last time they came to donate, they were also a reporter from the TV station. I remember very clearly that the charity sponsor was Li Hexiang. He was so gentle. I didn't expect that he was so... So immoral."

Wei Lu said, her face also became angry.

After listening to Cao Xiaolei's meal, he really lost his appetite, "go! I'll give you an explanation! " When he left his chopsticks, his eyes were cold.

Wei Lu and the driver were stunned and wanted to ask what else, but the other party had already gone to the cashier to check out. After a while, the van that followed arrived at moonlight village. In fact, Cao Xiaolei once came here, which was the town where Wei was led out of the mountain when xiaoqingshan was in trouble.

It's called Yueyue township as well as Yueyue township.

In the hospital, he took out his wallet first and paid for the medical expenses. Then in the ward, he saw six yellow, thin, pale children, who were eight or nine years old. When he saw Wei lulai, he called "Hello, teacher!"

Wei Lu kindly went up and asked about their physical condition. After confirming that they were OK, she packed up her clothes and went out of the hospital.

An hour later, after driving through a bumpy mountain road, we arrive at Jiming village in Yueyue township. There are one or two hundred families in this village. They are not big, but they are very poor because they are in the middle of the mountain. The houses are all loess houses. Compared with the prosperous city, the shabby village is hardly in the same era.

Under the leadership of Wei Lu, Cao Xiaolei twists and turns to several wooden school buildings at the west end of the village, which are similar to the cowshed.

Inside, a little girl with a ponytail was reciting Tang poetry with more than a dozen students.

Seeing this scene, Cao Xiaolei's heart sank. Even Gan Xiaomei around him felt a little uncomfortable. They were supposed to be the flowers of the motherland, enjoying the sunshine and rain, but now they are studying in such a dangerous house, and even the desks and chairs are built up with several pieces of green stones.

The blackboard is a surface wall, which is painted with asphalt, and there is no chalk, which is a familiar consumable. All you can see is a few pieces of loess on the bluestone that looks like a platform.

"The heart project didn't say it helped to improve the school buildings? Didn't you say "donate books?"

"I said... But in the end, I helped brush a layer of waterproof paint on the wall and smashed some nails on the wood to fix it. As for the books, they were all scattered to the village, where people set fire to cook..."

"Why?"

"Because I can't read it at all. It's all pirated books. The words in it are so crooked, and there's a lot of oil in it. I can't read it at all..."

Wei Luyue said that her voice was smaller, because she had found that Cao Xiaolei's face was dark and frightening, that is, the meat on both cheeks had been agitated several times, "carry all the unfinished milk into the trunk of the car, and put the remaining donation books in the car too!" Cao Xiaolei unquestionably finished, his teeth creaked a few times.

Gan Xiaomei looked at him this pair of fierce look, also dare not say a word.

A few minutes later, with ten boxes of expired milk and three bundles of forty or fifty books, Cao Xiaolei got on the Mercedes Benz and said hello to Wei Lu, then he ran away quickly.

Wei Lu has been standing for a long time and doesn't understand what Cao Xiaolei is going to do?

Do you mean brother Lei has to fight against injustice?

She thought of the unforgettable scene about Yunyou club. She couldn't help guessing. Then she had some worries.

The rest of the way, Cao Xiaolei almost did not say a word. His face was gloomy and frightening. The fierce color flashed in his eyes. Gan Xiaomei sat beside him and felt scared. When he got to Lishan City, Cao Xiaolei put her on the side of the road and asked her to take a taxi back to the Orange world. Then she stepped on the accelerator again and disappeared.

The square in front of the newly-built civic culture center is full of old ladies and gentlemen or enthusiastic citizens.

On the five storey marble rostrum, Li Hexiang, dressed in a shabby T-shirt and white jeans, is telling the story of a mountain village school building with a microphone. His voice is full of emotion, and there are large pictures printed around him. His voice has become a little choked.

And the people watching below were deeply moved.

The poor children in those pictures, as well as the precarious school buildings, for the sake of their poor teachers, moved everyone on the scene.

"There is true love in the world, and there is warmth in the world. Everyone donates a piece of love. Ten yuan is OK, and 100 yuan is OK. Children can buy a pen, buy a schoolbag, improve the school buildings, read extracurricular books, and wish good people a safe life. Thank you

Li Hexiang is absolutely an excellent speaker. After that, he made a 90 degree bow.

Then a few poor children about nine years old came to the stage. Their dirty little faces were covered with faint tears. Then they bowed together and called out: "thank you, uncle and aunt, thank you, grandparents!"

This scene is like a tear bomb landing.

Many people below have wet eyes

After a skillful speech, in front of the donation box placed on the rostrum in front of us, people began to donate money one after another, ranging from hundreds to a few yuan. Unexpectedly, there was a long line at one time. Even some primary school students with ice cream were filling in with their pocket money on tiptoe.