Dr. Xiao brought two experts, and after seeing the child, they both recommended that the child be sent to the hospital for long-term treatment, and Dr. Xiao suggested that Wei Yan set up a foundation to reduce the pressure of Weijiang Group's high medical expenses.

Wei Yan was a little hesitant, it must be a good thing to set up a foundation to let more caring people pay attention to disabled orphans, but those colleagues who are jealous of Weijiang Group will definitely label him as a fame and reputation.

Ling'er squeezed Wei Yan's hand and asked in a low voice, "Afraid that others will say that you are hype?"

Although the words were inappropriate, the meaning was correct, and Wei Yan grabbed Ling's hand and nodded lightly.

"Hey, just say it, it won't be a few pieces of meat, and it doesn't hurt, our purpose is to treat the children, and when they are sick, they laugh at us, it's enough." ”

Wei Yan watched Ling'er gradually show a smile, and Ling'er continued: "On the contrary, there are many people who are willing to let you stir up, so we should use their vanity to treat the children." ”

The more Ling'er spoke, the more excited she became, remembering the scene she had seen with her own eyes when she was a child.

On at least one of the 52 weekends of the year, different volunteers come to visit Ling'er and them at the orphanage. Some clean up, some accompany normal children to play games in the playground, and some will go out to bask in the sun with children who are inconvenient.

There are also some familiar volunteers who go every week, and Ling'er looked forward to the volunteers every day when she was a child, because only they would buy snacks other than three meals. A good bite of teeth now should be thanks to the fact that at that time you could only snack once a week.

But there is a group of people named Ling'er who think it is strange, a few cars that can't be called must be driven to the yard, the car is loaded with a few barrels of cooking oil, and even the people watching the gate are called over to help carry it, and the posture of the commander is very similar to the leader in the TV news.

The most strange thing is that after a few barrels of oil are arranged, there will be a person carrying a black machine against the oil drums, the people who got out of the car, and the children running around took a photo, and later Ling'er knew that it was a video.

When people walked into the building, a few children would go to the pickpocket to find snacks, but there was nothing, and after running in, they only saw those people taking turns shaking hands with the dean's mother, and at the same time, the black machine would not stop.

Those people don't clean, don't play games with the children, don't bask in the sun with the children, and walk through every corner of the orphanage like inspections. But before leaving, he suddenly picked up a child, smiling all over his face, and everyone else took out their cameras and took pictures of them.

Ling'er asked the dean's mother what they were, not like volunteers, what are they doing, but the dean's mother only said that children should not ask.

It wasn't until after going to college that Ling'er saw a familiar scene when she watched the news once, a certain leader of a certain city came to the orphanage to care for the orphans, and the same sense of video made her understand at once, listening to her roommate say that such a leader is not bad, she can only hum and giggle twice, and silently thought in her heart that another good actor was born.

After Dr. Xiao and a few people left, Ling'er and they began to decorate the hall, in addition to treating cerebral palsy and learning sign language, Wei Yan also organized an autistic children's performance troupe.

Starting at 2 p.m., autistic children, their parents, and volunteers will learn their first song together, "Love" by the Little Tigers, and Wei Yan is going to take them to a department store under Weijiang Group to perform.

Ling'er felt incredible, thinking about how Master Li's children could sing without saying a word, even if they learned the sign language in that song, it was impossible, she thought that she had made two strokes, it was so difficult.

Wei Yan was nervous all afternoon, most of the children with autism have parents, but how many parents are willing to spend an afternoon with their children to do something that is meaningless in the eyes of many people.

The closer the time gets, the more uneasy Wei Yan becomes, if no one really comes, it seems that he will lose face in front of Ling'er. Suddenly feeling two hot hands smashing against his back, still a big hand and a small hand, he subconsciously glanced left and right, two smiling faces with bared teeth.

He said "Huh?", deliberately leaned back, looked left and right again, and was about to open his mouth when Cui Ge interrupted: "Don't worry, at least Master Li will bring Cong Cong." ”

"If no one really comes, the three of us will at least not discourage the volunteers. ”

Ling'er raised her eyebrows as she spoke, Wei Yan turned around, and the two of them stood up with a smile, Cui Ge's arm was still in the air, and he looked at it in wonder, "Hey, you two don't go too far." ”

Cui Ge chased to the door and came to a sudden brake, the three of them looked at the door dumbfounded, Ling'er stretched out his fingers and counted one, two, three, four, and sure enough, there were more than 30 people, wearing the same clothes, and the back of the clothes was engraved with "Love Little Nest".

The leading captain said hello to the three of them and took everyone in, and Ling'er also ran in, listening to the children and not answering, just wondering how to participate in the love nest.

Wei Yan and Cui Ge looked at each other expressionlessly, and Cui Ge's eyes seemed to say, "The two dozen girls don't even look at us?" The volunteer's aesthetic is different, or is it that the hard work during this period of time has become old?

Wei Yan patted him on the shoulder and said, "If anyone sees us, we will be disqualified as volunteers immediately." ”

After a while, autistic children came to the door, and the parents were relieved to see the sweet smiles of the volunteers. Ling'er looked at these children, although she grew up in an orphanage, she didn't know that the symptoms of autistic children were so different.

Those who don't speak, those who can't speak clearly, those who keep smirking, those who run crazy and punch when they see people, hit themselves, Ling'er controlled her tears and gently held Wei Yan's arm, and her eyes followed every child.

There are still three learning opportunities before Christmas, so the volunteers suggested that they should be handed in all at once, and they could practice with their parents when they got home, and the parents were silent in an instant.

Towards the end, someone came again, and the doorman was uncertain and ran over to whisper to Wei Yan, Wei Yan subconsciously glanced at Ling'er, went out to pick it up in person, and pulled down his face the moment he saw Jiang Ping.

"It turns out that you know my father, so I should accompany this stupid brother. ”

Wei Yan frowned, glanced at him, and hurriedly squeezed out a smile and walked to Mr. Jiang's side to say hello. Mr. Jiang expressed his intention and wanted to contribute to what Wei Yan did. The two of them went around to the back door to talk in detail.

As soon as Jiang Ping entered the house, he let go of his younger brother and began to lay about Ling'er's position. Jiang An is only twelve years old this year, and he didn't speak like Congcong at first, but the Jiang family has money and hired a professional team of autism teachers and nannies.

Now Jiang Anruo just sits quietly and answers the basic questions asked by others, and he can't see any difference at all.

Jiang Ping couldn't see Ling'er, trotted a few steps forward, didn't care about Jiang An calling him at all, ran left and right, and almost ran to the team to learn songs.

Trig noticed and walked over, and was about to catch him and ask, but was stopped by a parent, who shook his head and said, "Don't interrupt him, he may be immersed in his little theater at this moment, interrupting his temper." ”

Cui Ge was stunned for a second, he didn't think this was an autistic child, but since he didn't ruin everyone's learning songs, forget it.