It turned out that the newspaper was four days ago. The details of the news story were that a three-year-old boy had a rare congenital blood disease, and when his condition worsened, his family transferred the child to a major hospital in Beijing that specializes in treating such diseases. After three months, the child's condition stabilized, but the high cost of medical care became more and more unbearable for the family. As a last resort, the boy's father was recommended by his fellow villagers to take on a very special job: to work as a punching bag for employees in a company. Every day, he would sit in a small office, waiting for the employees who were full of resentment in his stomach to line up, imagining him as a guy who himself, pointing at his nose and venting his head and face with all kinds of ugly words. This punching bag is wronged, but the monthly income is quite high, and it can barely cope with the children's medical expenses and the living expenses of the family.

"Two weeks ago, a senior executive from a higher-level company came to inspect them, learned about the punching bag, and reprimanded the manager and the personnel department, saying that setting up such a position is contrary to the purpose of humanity. As a result, they fired him, and he couldn't even be a punching bag. Li Yunqing clenched the steering wheel and retold the plot in the news, "Now he is in a hurry to find a similar job again, as long as the money he gives is not less than the original company, he can be beaten by others, and the protective clothing that he was beaten with fists has been borrowed." ”

"The Police and the Hymn." "What?" "Oh, nothing, I remembered a novel. Dante reads it, carefully folding the newspaper, "He has begun to take the initiative to visit some units and apply to be used as a live sandbag." "His son did not have local health insurance in his hometown in Anhui, and before he came to Beijing, he borrowed a lot of money from relatives and villagers in the village. If this disease is to be completely cured, it is not a matter of one or two days. As far as I know, the Red Cross and other public welfare organizations have not yet provided him with assistance. "Then, can we help?" Li Yunqing nodded: "I greeted the medical team and the legal aid team, and tried to help him." However, the most important thing is money! The child's medical expenses alone are not small. The center is not a foundation, so we can only see if we can contact people who are willing to donate to it. "How about we put him in a job?" "Well, you know which company is going to put a punching bag?" "I didn't mean that." I mean, it was written on the news that he had studied mechanical repair in his hometown, so you can keep an eye out for him which machinery factory is recruiting mechanics...... "No. Before Dante finished speaking, Li Yunqing interrupted him, "I have inquired in private, he is not willing to do this kind of work, because the pay is low, and he is tired, and he must stick to his post." As a punching bag, he doesn't have to use much energy, and as long as he goes four days a week, sometimes even three days, he has plenty of time to go to the hospital to replace his wife and accompany his son. The newspaper didn't say that before he was a punching bag, he was setting up a stall at Lishui Bridge!"

Dante clutched the newspaper in one hand, scratched his chin subconsciously with the other, and said cautiously: "Sister Yun, forgive me for taking the liberty of it." I guess you were still working on this yesterday, and ...... It's not going well, is it?" Li Yunqing let out a heavy breath and did not speak.

After five or six minutes, the car drove out of the wilderness trail. The road ahead is new, wide and straight, with flat sidewalks on both sides and large green areas. In such a driving environment, Li Yunqing felt suddenly enlightened, taking advantage of the lack of cars and people on the road to look into the distance, directly in front of the towering mountains, its cliffs and edges and corners are clearly visible, in the clear blue sky, a trace of white clouds floating on the top of the mountain. "Have you heard that there is an art district on the edge of the Northeast Fifth Ring Road?" she asked suddenly. "Yes. Dante didn't understand why she mentioned this, "I went to the publishing house when I was there, and it was all - how to say - modern, abstract art. Anyway, I can't see why more than half of the works are. ”

"Sister Cao's nephew works in a gallery there, and the day before yesterday, Sister Cao got a message from him: there is an artist named Qin Chong who is engaged in 'avant-garde video art', who has just arrived in Beijing from Canada and wants to participate in the exhibition held by their gallery this Sunday. "Qin Chong, I used to hear a colleague who made art books in the publishing house talk about him. Dante recalls Qin Chong's message while considering his own wording, "His creation is to find extras to perform the most infectious scenes of the event according to the sensitive events in reality, and then he takes these scenes and processes them into the form of old black and white photos with computer technology." There is a group of photos that have won awards abroad. Many of the topics he chooses involve the gap between the rich and the poor, environmental protection, the relationship between cadres and the masses, and the ...... of migrant workers asking for wages." Li Yunqing sneered, "At that time, Sister Cao and I both felt that artists who made this kind of film would definitely be very sympathetic to this father who wanted to be a punching bag." Sister Cao also told me that her nephew said that this person has a house in Canada and has also bought a small villa in the suburbs of Beijing, and it looks ...... Financially well-off. If he is willing to donate to the child, or if his partner gallery comes forward, or if he contacts some artists who are more familiar with him to donate a sum of money, maybe the family's difficulties will be solved. So I asked Sister Cao to ask her nephew, try to contact Qin Da Artist, and ask him to take the time to meet with me and talk about this matter together. Yesterday morning, her nephew called the center and said that Qin Chong had invited me to a barbecue party held by the art district in the evening. ”

Hearing this, Dante felt that the taste was not right, but he heard Li Yunqing continue: "So after work in the evening, I went to the art district. In the square where the barbecue party was held, it took me some effort to find him. He is a famous brand from head to toe, with a gold necklace around his neck and even his glasses are high-end. He was sitting next to the grill, holding a little girl's hand and smiling and chatting with another little girl. I walked over to him to introduce myself, and he taught the girl who was holding hands with him to take the other girl to see his new work. ”

"I don't know what Sister Cao's nephew told him. I told him straight about the child's illness and his father's punching bag, and he listened to it...... After listening to it, I sighed and said that this is a very meaningful and valuable material. Meaningful and valuable, ha!" he added...... He will mobilize all ...... creativity to bring this tragedy ...... reproduced on film to evoke the ...... of this unfortunate family and the thousands of families who have experienced the same misfortune Concern. Phew—I couldn't remember this bunch of literary jargon before. "What about donations?" Dante had already anticipated. "I mentioned it to him at least three times. Li Yunqing slammed the accelerator, "Every time he used the excuses of 'I can't be my own master, I have to sum up with my agent', 'The gallery's annual public activity funds are pre-calculated, but this year's activities are full, whether there is any surplus, you can also ask', 'Friends have their own expenses and ideas, and they need to do their work to take a look'. It turns out that I went to see him just to send him a new material!"

Li Yunqing's remarks only took up a third of her time meeting with Qin Chong, and the rest was difficult for her to talk about to the center's round-the-clock volunteers. When she reported her name, Qin Chong, who was sandwiched between the two little girls, first looked at her with a smile; when she shook hands, she already felt that this guy was not honest; after sitting down, he diligently brought barbecue and wine without a Chinese character on the label, and ordered a bottle of dry red for her. Compared with the non-repetitive and elegant words that Qin Chong used to praise her beauty, the discussion about the donation was more like a distraction. Later, he also proposed to go for a walk in the center of the square, during which he pretended to touch her hand unintentionally, and seeing that the beauty did not react violently, he simply took advantage of standing in front of her, raised his elbow and rubbed her breast......

Li Yunqing didn't expect that she had such a lot of endurance, so she didn't just pick up a nearby wine bottle or barbecue tray and put it directly on the artist's head. She tried her best to say goodbye to Qin Chong politely, then turned around and walked out of the square shrouded by the rumbling sound, Qin Chong shouted something behind her, whether to ask her mobile phone number or to drive her, she didn't hear clearly. As we got farther and farther away from the square, the music thinned out and the light from the lighting became dimmer. Walking alone on the road leading to the door of the art district, anger and shame welled up in her heart, and she was simply fleeing from this place of abstract concepts.

"I've seen someone like him. "Huh?" Dante's faint words pulled Li Yunqing back from last night's nightmare. "When I was in college, there was one person in my class. Confirming that Li Yunqing's driving status was not disturbed, Dante said in a contemptuous tone, "Originally, I didn't have much friendship with him, and he didn't study seriously, so he borrowed notes everywhere when the exam was about to arrive." But listening to the people in their dormitory, he loves to discuss social issues, especially the sleeper talks after the lights go out at night, he talks the most vigorously, shakes out the most facts, and exposes the most ruthlessly. But then I started to pay attention to him, but I found that he was keen on campus political activities, and he was also a class cadre, and he was in charge of the student union, and he ate well at the student union of the college, the student union, and the teacher in charge of political work. It wasn't until I graduated that I learned that his father was the deputy secretary of their county. Last year, I met a classmate in their dormitory, who had just attended his grand wedding, and at that time he became a section-level cadre in their county government, and it seemed that he was moving towards his goal. And their county, to this day, is still a poor county. Hmph, what he told the people in their dormitory was that it was a poor county where the people were poor and the officials were not poor. ”

"These people!" Li Yunqing's heart was full of emotion, and he didn't know what to say. "The way of heaven is more than what is damaged and what is not enough. "What?" "The way of man is not enough to give. It's not just these people, it's all about human society in the final analysis. It's just the example of the artists of Qin University and my classmates that proves that the inadequacy of the inadequate can also be squeezed into spiritual consumer goods for enjoyment. ”

Li Yunqing didn't seem to understand Dante's words, but she poured out a lot of troubles in her heart, she suddenly felt much more relaxed, and the gloom clouds on her face began to dissipate unconsciously. "You know what we're talking about, so don't tell anyone else, okay?" she gently asked for Dante's consent. "No problem!" Dante agreed, cheerfully, "I understand. "It's not far off. Let's not talk about the things before today, let's be happy, let's go and make other people's happy events!"