Looking at the comments of netizens in the comment area, Ye Xiangyang's eyes sank slightly.

Maybe someone has had an unpleasant experience with a waste picker in real life, or maybe someone has seen negative news about it in some reports, so most of the comments in the comment section are unfriendly.

Such a topic is very high, and it has also caused fierce responses from netizens, which has obviously achieved the goal they want for Jiangcheng Metropolis Daily.

It's just that this is not good, because such a one-sided report with guidance may make the public stereotype the group of waste pickers and label them completely negatively.

But Ye Xiangyang didn't rush to speak out, nor did he try to argue with those netizens, because it didn't make much sense and it looked pale.

He needs to do more.

After saving the collected information, Ye Xiangyang turned off the computer and went to bed directly.

Early the next morning.

Before the sky began to shine, Ye Xiangyang woke up to the sound of the alarm clock, and then got up to wash.

Ye Zixin and Jiang Qin hadn't woken up yet, Ye Xiangyang, who had packed up his own, didn't disturb them, left a note, and quietly went downstairs.

The time is slightly earlier.

The breakfast shop near the community has opened, but the buns and steamed buns have just been steamed, Ye Xiangyang asked for a soy milk and two fritters to fill his stomach, and then drove to the place where he made an appointment with Lao Shui.

Lao Shui is the old man who Ye Xiangyang followed for an afternoon yesterday.

I didn't get anything out of the afternoon yesterday, but I didn't expect that when I was about to leave, the two of them, who had barely spoken during the whole process, ushered in the ice-breaking moment.

The surname water is still rare.

After chatting for a while yesterday, Ye Xiangyang still didn't know the old man's name, only that his name was Lao Shui.

The two made an appointment to meet today.

The other party wanted to ask Ye Xiangyang for help.

Ye Xiangyang also wanted to record his life for a day, and the other party agreed.

It was just getting light.

Ye Xiangyang drove to the shantytown in the urban village.

Disorganized, crowded, poor living environment, and many paths...... This is the impression that many people have of shantytowns, and in fact it is not too different.

As a forgotten corner of urban development and construction for various reasons, there are indeed many problems here.

But at the same time, it is also a place where many people have made their lives.

For example, old water.

When he appeared at Lao Shui's house, Lao Shui was holding a notched porcelain bowl and squatting at the door of his shed for breakfast.

A bowl of somewhat thin white porridge, and a small jar of pickles.

Seeing Ye Xiangyang appear, Lao Shui hurriedly got up, a little at a loss.

He didn't expect Ye Xiangyang to come over so early.

At the same time, he didn't understand why Ye Xiangyang, a glamorous reporter, was interested in him, a stinky old man who picked up rags.

Patiently waiting for Lao Shui to finish breakfast, Ye Xiangyang made a request to enter the house to have a look.

Lao Shui hesitated and did not refuse.

This is the first time Ye Xiangyang has entered the house.

It's not so much a house as a simple shed made of wood and planks, which is not airtight and leaks even when it rains heavily.

Maybe it's because Lao Shui lives alone, the house is a little messy, but it's not so unbearable.

Due to the special environment of the waste pickers, they deal with dirty, smelly, poor and rotten every day, and the living conditions are also very bad, which leads to many criticisms of their dress, hygiene and behavior.

The situation of Lao Shui is better.

After obtaining Lao Shui's consent, Ye Xiangyang took out his mobile phone and took a few photos.

Then came the working hours of Lao Shui.

Ye Xiangyang looked at it, six o'clock in the morning.

Still the same as yesterday, Lao Shui started his day's work and began to appear in the streets and alleys, while Ye Xiangyang silently observed and recorded not far away, occasionally taking some clips.

The two do not interfere with each other.

Until three o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Shui, accompanied by Ye Xiangyang, went to a charity in Jiangcheng.

This is what he took the initiative to mention to Ye Xiangyang yesterday.

He always wanted to donate money, but he didn't know the way to donate or understand the donation process, so he kept dragging it out until Ye Xiangyang appeared.

After learning Ye Xiangyang's identity as a reporter, and after an afternoon of tacit understanding, Lao Shui finally tried to speak.

He didn't want to donate much.

Three hundred.

This number is nothing to many people, and some even earn more than this in a day.

But as far as Lao Shui is concerned, these three hundred may be the income of several days, and it will take several months to save money.

Ye Xiangyang did not despise it because of this.

No, the next afternoon, I helped him connect with a reliable agency.

"Little Girl......"

"I'll donate three hundred."

"Okay?"

Ye Xiangyang led Lao Shui to the staff, and Lao Shui looked at the female clerk in front of him, worried.

This question, Lao Shui also asked Ye Xiangyang yesterday.

Ye Xiangyang's answer was that three hundred was already a lot.

Maybe Lao Shui was still a little worried in his heart, so he asked again now.

"No problem, even if you only donate one, it is the greatest support for charity." The clerk replied with a smile.

Lao Shui, who put aside his worries, took out a stack of money that had been prepared from his body.

There are zeros and whole pieces, the maximum denomination is a hundred, and there is a fifty, and the rest are ten and five, and one piece is the most.

Exactly three hundred.

Once you've counted the numbers, go straight to the process.

"That...... Didn't you give you a certificate? ”

"Oh, you're talking about the donation certificate, right?"

"Yes, yes, that's it."

"Yes, I'll open it for you later."

"Thank you, thank you......"

At the end of the donation, as he wished, he got the donation certificate in his hand, and Lao Shui carefully put it away as if he had obtained some peerless treasure.

seemed to feel Ye Xiangyang's gaze on the side, Lao Shui explained with some embarrassment: "Lao Zeng has this, and he has been showing off with me, and I also want to get this certificate to prove that he is not the only one who has done good deeds." ”

Ye Xiangyang was silent when he heard it.

He didn't know Lao Zeng, but he could guess that it should be Lao Shui's friend.

From Lao Shui's words just now, it can be clearly heard that his donation this time is not so pure, but has a clear purpose.

Ye Xiangyang didn't think there was anything.

Although it is said that his donation is with the idea of vanity and comparison, but he has indeed done a good deed, who can say that he is not kind?

As the old saying goes, no one is perfect in the world.

No one can judge him for this.

"Then you have to put it away, if you lose it, you won't be able to show it to Lao Zeng."

"Reporter Ye, thank you!"

Ye Xiangyang smiled when he heard this.

Actually, he didn't do anything.

Even if he doesn't go through him, Lao Shui can find a charity by himself as long as he inquires a little.

He himself is the one who does good deeds.

Leave from here.

Lao Shui continued to go back to the street to pick up waste, it was still early, and it was impossible to go home directly and lie down and sleep, after all, this was the means he relied on to survive.

Ye Xiangyang still appeared near him as an observer and recorder.

From the morning to now, the process has not been peaceful.

When many people see Lao Shui, they pinch their noses and bypass them, and cast strange eyes, indifference, disgust and being driven away, these things may happen to him every day.

These encounters, which are unacceptable in the eyes of ordinary people, are already commonplace for Lao Shui.

I don't know if it's because of a good harvest in the afternoon, or because I did a good thing today, Lao Shui seems to be in a good mood.

Until......

In the evening, when I was in the park, in a group of children chasing and playing, a little chubby dun suddenly ran over and hit Lao Shui.

The kid was fine, patted his ass and stood up.

On the contrary, it was Lao Shui, because he was relatively thin and small, coupled with his age, he was passively impacted, and his face showed a painful expression.

found out that something was wrong, and Ye Xiangyang, who was still observing from the sidelines, hurriedly ran over.

"How's it going, are you alright?"

"It's fine!"

After relieving for a while, Lao Shui stood up with Ye Xiangyang's support and shook his head.

I don't know if it's really okay, or if it's holding on.

At this time, Chubby's grandmother also found out that the situation had arisen.

After checking the situation of her grandson, the old lady asked Lao Shui, who stood up with Ye Xiangyang's support, "Hey, I said pick up the old man, what's the matter with you, you broke our family's fat, can you afford it?" ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Lao Shui panicked when he heard this, and hurriedly apologized.

"Grandma, it wasn't my grandfather who hit me, it was I who accidentally hit this old grandfather."

The sudden opening of the little fat dun made Ye Xiangyang a little surprised.

I didn't expect this kid to understand some truth about right and wrong, and he could tell who was right and who was wrong.

"What grandpa, it's just picking up rags."

Who knew that when Xiao Chubhubun's grandmother heard her grandson's words, her face suddenly changed, and she pointed at Lao Shui unceremoniously, and lectured Xiao Chubhubun: "Let me tell you, stay away from this kind of person in the future, haven't you read the news on the Internet?" Picking up the rags is dirty and smelly, and you can't tell what bacteria and viruses you are carrying, what if you get infected? Let's go, go home! ”

Seeing that this unreasonable old lady pulled the little fat dun and turned around and left, Ye Xiangyang, who couldn't see it, was about to catch up and reason with the other party.

The old guy has lived in vain for so many years, and he has not yet had a child sensible.

Unexpectedly.

As soon as Ye Xiangyang took a step, he was stopped by the old water behind him.

"Forget it."

Looking at Lao Shui shaking his head, Ye Xiangyang suddenly didn't know what to say.

A simple sentence contains how much sadness, helplessness and disappointment......