Yes, Gu Bei's public service advertisement for Furong Road Orphanage came from the introduction of Mango Satellite TV's "Metamorphosis" in later generations, and this copywriting plagiarized a public service advertisement in Brazil, which was very touching, and won the South American Advertising Creativity Award that year, which can be described as worth a thousand gold. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now Gu Bei has taken out this advertising copy in advance, and with the strong sales of "Solo Singer" into the field of vision of thousands of people, and the deeds of Xiaohua and Furong Road Orphanage have gradually become known to the world.

A pair of lonely and widowed old people who are nearly sixty years old, usually make a living by picking up broken glass, old paper shells, and waste bottles, and adopted 47 abandoned babies in 19 years, picked up from garbage heaps, hospitals, train stations, and bus stations, almost all of them were born with illness, so far, a total of 7 children have died, 11 were taken away by others, and the remaining 29 are not wanted.

This story is not moving, because it is not a story, it is life, and the suffering of life is bit by bit, day after day, and its despair can only be experienced in the long process.

There are a lot of kind-hearted people who come to visit orphans, some send money, some send textbooks, some send toys and snacks, when Xia Nuo came to the Furong Street Orphanage, there were several cars parked at the entrance of the courtyard, and the walls of the courtyard were already full of all kinds of gifts, the orphans were wearing brand new clothes, their faces were full of happy smiles, and Uncle Yu and his wife were surrounded by a group of middle-aged people who looked particularly kind, shushing the cold and asking for warmth.

Xia Nuo didn't know what was going on, and when he walked into the small room, a beautiful little flower dressed in brand new clothes ran over: "Sister Nuno, are you here, do my clothes look good?"

Xia Nuo smiled: "It's so good-looking, like a little princess, who bought it for Xiaohua?"

Xiaohua handed the "Solo Singer" in her arms to Xia Nuo, pointed to the cover behind and said: "Look at the back, this is taken by Brother Xiaobei, many people saw this and came to help us, and my clothes were also given by well-wishers." ”

Xia Nuo was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.

Spread out "Solo Singer", looking at the photo of Xiaohua on the cover, as well as the text on it, Xia Nuo was stunned for a long time, until Xiaohua pulled the corner of her clothes, then turned her head and said: "Your brother Xiaobei is so good." ”

"Hmm. Xiaohua nodded vigorously, then leaned on Xia Nuo's arms again, and whispered, "Sister Nuo, how do I feel that you seem to be different from before?"

"What's the difference?" said Xiano as he touched Xiaohua's thin cheek.

Xiaohua shook her head: "I can't say it, it's just not as happy as before, and you haven't been here with Brother Xiaobei for a long time, did you quarrel? Brother Xiaobei made you angry?"

Xia Nuo squinted his eyes and smiled: "yes, he made me angry, what should I do?"

Xiaohua said childishly: "When Brother Xiaobei comes, I will talk about him." After a pause, Xiaohua said a little nervously: "Brother Xiaobei is good, Sister Nuonuo, don't take it to heart, I think Brother Xiaobei really cares about you." ”

"Well, I don't take it personally. Xia Nuo patted Xiaohua's little head, got up and said, "There is an exam in the afternoon, I'll go back to school first, and I'll take you to the City God Temple to play during the holidays." ”

Xia Nuo took Xiaohua's hand and went out, but when she walked to the door, she stopped again, turned around and came back to pick up the book "Soloist" that was thrown on the bed, and then went out.

At the gate of the small courtyard, Xiaohua watched Xia Nuo leave with both hands in his pockets, and the figure gradually disappeared at the end of the road, and the footprints of different shades were slowly covered by white snowflakes.

Thinking about it like this, Xiaohua was a little sullen, lowered her head and kicked the snow towards the courtyard, at this time she heard the sound of the car turning off, Xiaohua looked up and saw Gu Bei walking down from the Buick, she was surprised and happy, and ran over with a jump: "Brother Xiaobei, you are here, Sister Nuo Nuo was there just now, and now she is gone." ”

Gu Bei was stunned for a moment: "She's okay?"

Xiaohua said it was good.

"That's good. ”

"Brother Xiaobei, did you make Sister Nuo Nuo angry? You want to, you have to be nice to her...... You are a boy, Sister Nuno has a bad temper, you have to coax her more, coaxing her and not being angry with you. ”

"You're a big ghost. Gu Bei smiled and touched Xiaohua's head, and then walked into the courtyard, there were many kind-hearted people who cared about this group of orphans in the courtyard, all carrying large bags of gifts, and Uncle Yu, who was surrounded by cold and asking for warmth, saw Gu Bei and was very happy, and ran over to take Gu Bei's hand and said a lot of words of gratitude.

Gu Bei knew that with the release of "Soloist", more and more well-wishers would pay attention to this orphanage, and he didn't dare to say anything else, at least food and clothing were not a problem, and this group of orphans could eat and dress warmly, but his help to the orphanage could only be called a stretch of hand at best, and he did it not just because of Xia Nuo, he had a lot of intersections with this orphanage in his previous life, but at that time he was still running around for three meals a day, and he didn't have the ability to do anything, and now that he has this opportunity, he is quite willing to do what he can.

Gu Bei helped the old man to record the gifts and donations sent by those well-wishers, and at about six o'clock in the afternoon, there was no one left, Gu Bei left the orphanage and drove the Buick through Furong Road, which is an ancient and dilapidated old street, in the depths of winter, the snowflakes are fluttering, the street is quiet and cold, and there are few pedestrians, but the crowd is around the corner of the street, which is particularly lively and attracts Gu Bei's attention.

Gu Bei fixed his eyes and saw a woman with a fierce expression in the center of the crowd who was shouting and scolding with her hands on her waist, it was Zhang Guodong's wife Zhao Fengling.

Zhang Guodong has an official face, fat head and big ears, and a dignified appearance, but he really doesn't dare to compliment his wife, he is dry and thin, and he is amazingly ugly, once Gu Bei met them at the gate of Xize School, his wife was holding a cigarette and walking in front majestically, Zhang Guodong followed like a pet pig, with a very awe-inspiring expression.

Gu Bei didn't expect to meet Lin Guodong's wife on Furong Road, and was a little curious, so he parked the car on the side of the road and walked over, standing on the periphery of the crowd to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect that the person Zhao Fengling beat was Yu Xiaoling.

Lin Guodong's lover Yu Xiaoling.

Yu Xiaoling fell in the snow, her face and neck were scarred, her eyes were blurred, her hair was scattered, and her tears were like tears, and the passers-by on the road looked at her with disgusting eyes, and Zhao Fengling's mouth was scolding, all of which were unspeakable foul language, and even dragged Yu Xiaoling's hair and kicked her stomach with her foot.

Gu Bei took out a lovesick bird and looked at it, and he didn't know how long it took, Zhao Fengling was tired of scolding, tired, and spat in the face of Yu Xiaoling, who had never fought back, and left, and the crowd of onlookers also left in twos and threes.

Gu Bei and Yu Xiaoling were left on the street, and the snow was very heavy at that time, as if the poor woman who was motionless on the ground was about to be buried alive.

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Just got back from YN and have to catch the car home tomorrow.

Efforts to update, thank you for allowing me to break longer than ever.

In a word, I will try my best, and I will try my best to write this story that is not a story.