Jin Aiyun didn't come to the nursing home to see Li Yun, she brought the news for An Dengxin's heart.

After Deng Xin learned the news, he was really happy, and then he was a little sad like Jin Aiyun.

Deng Xin remembered the voice he had heard.

She remembered Qu Jinyin's voice deeply, not only because it happened not long ago, but also because of Qu Jinyin's mutation.

If it weren't for Qu Jinyin, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to ask for help, let alone Li Yun's intervention.

Deng Xin didn't know that Li Yun entered the Golden Year Nursing Home when she was in a coma, and with her or not, Li Yun would take care of this matter.

She only served as her own submission, which attracted Li Yun and brought changes to herself and the Golden Year Nursing Home.

And the cause of everything, which is tortuous and bizarre, is all because of Qu Jinyin, who has nothing to do with her.

"Is that all right?" Deng Xin's heart became uneasy again.

She is not a keyboard warrior on the Internet, and she still feels unhappy when the prisoner is arrested and sentenced fairly, and she has to be sentenced to death to vent her hatred. She feared that things would make waves again.

"Well, it's fine." Jin Aiyun understood Deng Xin's thoughts, and nodded in affirmation, "After that, the announcement will be issued." On the reporter's side, we will also take the initiative to contact and reveal some information. It must not be said all, the case is still being handled, and it still needs to be investigated. ”

Deng Xin immediately thought of the reporter who came to the door, and his fingers unconsciously pinched the corners of his clothes.

Jin Aiyun didn't seem to be aware of anything, "So on your side, if a reporter comes to the door, or who comes to you to inquire about the situation, don't say anything." You tell them that the police and the investigation team are handling the case and are not allowed to disclose information to the outside world. You ask them to contact the Shannan Police Station, or just give them my phone number and ask them to come to me. ”

Jin Aiyun thought very carefully, and added: "I will also explain to them the security guards here, and I will tell their leaders." You've been living in a dormitory here for the past few days, right? Don't go out for the next few days. When things are over, you can make plans. It doesn't matter if you want to stay here or go to work elsewhere. ”

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, but Jin Aiyun didn't say a word about it.

Li Yun watched from the sidelines and guessed that Jin Aiyun had already learned of Deng Xin's past. Deng Xin just put his mind at ease and didn't notice this at all.

Jin Aiyun smiled and said a few more words to Deng Xin, and then followed Deng Xin to visit the old people who were brought here from the Golden Year Nursing Home, and said a few words of greeting to the other caregivers in the nursing home.

When Jin Aiyun left, Deng Xin sent her to the door with great interest, and watched her car drive out of the nursing home before retracting her gaze.

Her face was red from the cold wind, and she turned her head and went indoors, shivering.

Deng Xin's afterglow caught a glimpse of Li Yun beside him, his face turned a little redder, and he said happily: "Great." ”

She didn't say anything else, just conveyed her joy.

Li Yun nodded, "In this case, there will be nothing for me here." ”

Deng Xin was stunned.

Li Yun felt a sense of relief.

He originally thought that he could only choose the lesser of two evils, and he could not completely solve the trouble, but he did not expect that the matter would be solved in the hands of others.

Thinking of this, he laughed to himself.

Uncle Li is right, and what he said is not right.

He was indeed a little stressed, saved a few people, and then saw the tragic situation of his parents, and after thinking of what happened to him, he wanted to be a superhero.

He can't save everyone, not even a single person.

Even if death turned him into a ghost and made his allergic constitution unique, he was still just an ordinary "human". I didn't have that much ability in life, and I naturally didn't have it after death.

With the help of the boss's ability to burn some evil ghosts and save a few living people, he wants to take care of everything when he encounters something, and he really thinks he can do anything.

Fortunately, he hasn't gone mad yet.

Deng Xin's matter gave him a head start.

Now, he is not "successful", but it is time to "retire".

What Deng Xin wanted to say, I didn't know whether to keep or say goodbye.

After she paused, she saw that Li Yun had already turned around, and after walking two steps, Li Yun stopped again.

Li Yun looked back at Deng Xin, "Uncle Li, it's the old man who was with me who said that you still have to find a way to face it." It's like this for each of us, and we always have to face reality. ”

He was sober from his fantasies, and his mood was a little low, but he didn't actually have anything to lose. He hoped that Deng Xin would also wake up from the nightmare and stop being afraid.

This time the crisis was avoided, what about the next time?

Li Yun didn't think Deng Xin could keep avoiding.

Especially people like them......

Li Yun's heart appeared in his heart, and Yu Xingxing's shocked and unwilling face when he was dying.

They will witness the death of others, and they will also witness the end of themselves.

Li Yun thought about it, but still said: "If you encounter any more danger, you will contact me." I will help as much as I can. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand at Deng Xin and finally said goodbye.

Deng Xin still couldn't say a word.

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There are eleven classes in the second grade of Yaocheng High School, and four English teachers, both old and young. After Ms. Sun was killed, the other three teachers took over the class she had been leading. The young Teacher Zheng took over the seventh class of Teacher Sun, who was originally the homeroom teacher and also the classroom teacher.

It's impossible to say that you don't have any ideas in your heart.

Teacher Sun's death was so tragic that he was killed by his own son, and the means were appalling. Just hearing the slightest description, I feel that I can't breathe.

Coupled with the subsequent involvement of Mr. Sun's two students, things became more and more complicated and surprising, like a blockbuster.

Mr. Zheng is young, has an active brain, and has a lot of ideas. The other teachers in the office got along with Teacher Sun for more time and got to know each other better, but after chatting for a while and sighing and sighing, they let go of the matter. Mr. Zheng was still thinking about this matter, and made up a lot of plots according to the movie.

This kind of excitement is impossible to show in front of the students.

Mr. Zheng is not like the two old teachers, but he has rich teaching experience. As soon as he took over the teaching work of Class 7, not to mention understanding the students, doing targeted teaching and tutoring, just the rising class time and the amount of homework correction kept him busy. Within a few days, Mr. Zheng's throat was hoarse, and he received a little fat sea from the old teacher, and while drinking, he had to listen to the experience of the old-timers.

Class 7 didn't know if it was because he hadn't recovered from the death of his head teacher, Mr. Sun, or because he didn't adapt to his teaching rhythm, and his monthly exam results plummeted.

Mr. Zheng was not criticized by the head of the English teaching and research group, and was encouraged by two sentences, but because of this, he was inspired to work hard to improve the results of Class 7.

He was so energetic that he put Mr. Sun's case behind him for a while, and forgot the tasks assigned by the school.

"Xiao Zheng, do you have a candidate over there? Are there any good seedlings in a few classes? The head of the teaching group suddenly called Teacher Zheng's name.

Teacher Zheng looked up from behind his desk, looking dazed.

"That's the speech contest. You won't forget, will you? Everyone else has reported it, just waiting for you. We also have to listen to the other students' speeches, and we have to give them more revisions. There's a lot going on. Gotta hurry. The head of the teaching group suddenly said "hey".

Teacher Xu, who is also an old teacher, raised his head, "There is no drama in this session." It's just that we ghostwrite speeches, and that's it. ”

Teacher Gou on the other side said: "Originally, there was no drama in our school, and every year they took turns in the Yaowai High School and Yaoda High School. The last session was a genius, and it can't be regarded as Lao Zhang's teaching. ”

"That little girl can be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, right?"

"How can it be that easy? The grades in other classes are not good. I heard that I was going abroad, and I wasn't going to study at home. ”

"Neither can the other. I remember that my grades in all subjects were quite good, but they were still a little behind. ”

"That tall, skinny ......"

"Yes, yes, it's very tall."

"And basketball expertise, can you add points?"

Several teachers discussed, so that Mr. Zheng had no room to interject.

It's not that he doesn't know what several of his colleagues are talking about.

Their Yaocheng High School is not high or low in Yaocheng, it belongs to the middle level of the school, the admission rate is not good, but most of them can be admitted to a university, the goal of students and teachers, that is, to be able to have more people to go to one or two, and the famous school is not extravagant at all. If such a school wants to be in the limelight in the competition in the city, it is a fantasy.

As several teachers said, the last class was a genius, or a student with a particularly good family education, who won a second prize in the city speech competition.

This is already great news in Yaocheng High School, and the award photos have been hanging on the publicity board for more than a year, slightly faded, and have not been taken down.

Although we know that it is "important to participate", we still have to participate.

For this speech contest, the school asked the teachers to prepare early.

Teacher Zheng was afraid for a while, and when the team leader looked at him, he promised: "I will hand in the list today." ”

He assigned tasks to his students, but he was so busy that he forgot about them.

He had forgotten a lot of things during this time.

The head of the teaching group didn't say anything, just nodded, and his gaze returned to the computer screen.

Mr. Zheng remembered this incident, and he made temporary adjustments to the English class of several classes today.

The first class was the second class of the English class, and I was shocked to hear the bad news. Students in the first class were called to the stage with their student numbers. Because it was a group speech, the students in the group who were at the top of the student number were fiercely despised by the same group of friends. After taking the stage, some groups were unprepared, hummed, and couldn't hold back a few words; Some of them made a little preparation, but only prepared the speech, and did not prepare to rush to the stage today, and finally could only bow their heads and read the script; There are also outstanding performers, but they are just more decent than other groups, and they barely manage to get out of the script.

The more Mr. Zheng listened, the more angry he became, but he also knew that half of it was his fault, so he had to hold his breath and comment a few sentences in each group formulaically.

The two classes were held in a row, without a break in between, and after 90 minutes, everyone had gone on stage, and everyone's suffering was about to start again.

No one expected that these two classes would be finished by everyone, and none of them were missed, and the students in the last group originally thought that it would be their turn tomorrow, but the more they looked at the watch, the more scared they became. After this moment, several people lined up, stretched their faces and stepped off the stage, exuding a dejected atmosphere with the whole class.

Teacher Zheng made a straight face and criticized a few words as expected, but the time was limited, so he did not criticize at length, but only assigned more homework.

As soon as he left, the class exploded into whining.

The other classes led by Mr. Zheng also immediately took care of the news.

Today's English class for Class 7 is in the last two periods.

This gives them more time to prepare, but it also scares them more.

Because their evening self-study tonight is also in English.

This means that they may have to listen to Teacher Zheng's criticism for an hour after they have finished their class presentation.

"Let me die...... Zhang Yihao first posed in the shape of Xizi holding his heart, and lay down on the desk, as if he was about to perform a violent death on the spot.

"You just have two sentences, what's there to call it?" Feng Xiao nudged his arm that was stretched out to his desk.

"Mouse, donkey, mickey! Or do you understand me-" Zhang Yihao stretched out his hand across Feng Xiao, Chao Yanshu and Lu Ziqi, shouting their nicknames.

Yan Shu rolled his eyes, lowered his head and held a small note, sharpening his gun.

Lu Ziqi didn't even raise his head, racking his brains to read the words on the piece of paper, and read a few words in a hurry. And he is not to blame for that. Those words are long and awkward, Lu Ziqi can't memorize them at all, so he can only read them slowly according to the phonetic transcription below, and he will always make a few mistakes.

He let out a long exhale, "No." No, squad leader. I really can't do that. I can't even read it. These words are all about something. ”

Yan Shu looked at Lu Ziqi and was afraid for a while.

When the two of them drew lots to choose paragraphs, he was lucky, and the content of the drawn one was all commonly used simple sentences, unlike Lu Ziqi's one, who knew "this" and "that" at a glance.

Feng Xiao shook his head, but he was not so firm, "The lottery was all drawn at the beginning......"

"But I really can't carry it." Lu Ziqi hurriedly said, and took out the means of pretending to be obedient in front of his grandparents, showing a pitiful expression.

Feng Xiao shook his head again, "If you change people now, others won't have time to carry them." ”

"Squad leader, you and Yang Huihui wrote the manuscript together, you will definitely be able to recite it."

Feng Xiao was not angry, "Then what are you doing?" ”

"Uh...... I'm with the mouse. Lu Ziqi rolled his eyes and pulled Yan Shu.

Yan Shu was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and nodded again and again.

"The three of you just have two sentences per person?" Feng Xiao complained dissatisfiedly.

"If I had more time to prepare, I could still memorize it, but not now." Yan Shu said very sincerely, "If you give two more days, we will definitely recite it." ”

"I've got you guys ready for a few days......"

"Hey, it turns out that Mr. Zheng didn't say anything about today's speech."

"That's it."

The three boys take procrastination for granted.

Feng Xiao didn't resist them in the end, and discussed with Yang Huihui, the representative of the English class, and redivided everyone's speech paragraphs.

The two girls mainly don't want their hard-working manuscript to be wasted, and if the speech is not good, then the manuscript is useless no matter how well it is written.

This speech, the two of them wrote it with great effort.

If they talk about clichés like other groups in the class, or follow Mr. Zheng's ideas and do an extended reading of textbook models, they can "copy" too many things, not only is it easy to look up the information, but it is also easy to translate, and they can even find a lot of information in the original English text.

But because Yan Shu was careful and put forward a suggestion, Feng Xiao's group's initial topic was different, which was an introduction and reflection on the historical and cultural construction of Yaocheng.

Among them, Yan Shu and Lu Ziqi were diligent in checking the information, and Zhang Yihao originally just wanted to make a living, but he was taken by the two and did a lot of work.

However, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, let alone a few students who are not diligent and do not distinguish between grains and grains.

Yaocheng has no commendable history at all. If there is, they can't wait for these half-grown children to find out.

Feng Xiao thought it was simple at first, but Yan Shu drilled the tip of the horns.

Yan Shu was very disappointed.

His disappointment can only be understood by Lu Ziqi.

The two good buddies haven't accepted this reality yet, and a more realistic problem is in front of them - homework still needs to be done.

Zhang Yihao is very righteous, and the two girls, Feng Xiao and Yang Huihui, are not angry or annoyed, but there are always those who have done useless work, and they are disappointed with the results, and they can't help but complain about Yan Shu's idea. Zhang Yihao immediately choked. The atmosphere in the group was tense, and in the end it could only fall apart.

Feng Xiao couldn't prevent the group from disbanding, but he still looked like a good student and a good class leader.

"What are we going to do next? The information checked before cannot be said to be useless. Didn't we find something else? Feng Xiao thought about the practical problem.

"It's enough to write an article casually." Yang Huihui also stayed, saying this in her mouth, but her tone was unwilling.

"Otherwise, let's write that case." Zhang Yihao's brain turned quickly, also because when he checked the information, he was most interested in it, "Write about those murder cases." ”

Feng Xiao and Yang Huihui instinctively wanted to refuse, but when they saw Yan Shu and Lu Ziqi, they felt that Zhang Yihao was making a bad idea.

Yan Shu and Lu Ziqi, the two people who were almost killed by the murderer, were very calm.

"There are so many things to write about in the Rule of Law Museum, and it's very interesting." Zhang Yihao doesn't have the wilting head when he checked the ancient texts at this time.

When they looked up history, they ran to the library and the museum.

There are several museums in Yaocheng, and the history museum is limited by the history of Yaocheng, and the scale is very small, such as science and technology museums, art galleries, film museums, insect museums, animal museums, and botanical museums...... and other large and small museums, which were built in accordance with the trend, and also belonged to a part of the historical and cultural construction of Yaocheng, which was found by them, and they also went to play it again under the pretense of public help, but the exhibits in it were lackluster, and it was not to visit the exhibition, but to increase the number of exercise steps of the day.

The only thing that can be done here is the Museum of the Rule of Law in Yaocheng.

Affected by the national environment, Yaocheng not only followed the trend of building museums and engaging in cultural construction, but also had a bad period with the changes in public security across the country, with murders, big cases, bizarre cases, and headless public cases...... There are really a few cases, all of which are recorded in the Museum of the Rule of Law.

"The construction of the rule of law can also be ......" Feng Xiao raised the idea of choosing the topic very examined.

Zhang Yihao doesn't care about this.

Yang Huihui thought about it, and also felt that Zhang Yihao's idea was promoted by Feng Xiao and he was able to write a speech.

The most important thing is that when they visited the Museum of the Rule of Law, they did see something, unlike the history and culture of Yaocheng, which they wanted to look for, but could not find, those murderous criminals and poor victims once lived in this land.

Lu Ziqi is still a little uncomfortable with the murder. When he visited the Museum of the Rule of Law, he showed a strong resistance.

Yan Shu quickly accepted the reality and persuaded Lu Ziqi.

For students, homework is the most important.

They are not willing to write about the old-fashioned topics that everyone else writes, so they can only bite the bullet.

The five of them regained their strength and began a new work of collecting information and writing articles. When translating, I also troubled Zhang Yihao's cousin from the Department of Foreign Languages to help.

Although the main work is still done by two good students, Feng Xiao and Yang Huihui, the efforts of the other three cannot be ignored.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiao and Yang Huihui got angry for a while, and then hurried to memorize the manuscript.

Waiting for the last two classes in the afternoon, they were the third in the group, and the effect was surprisingly good.

Teacher Zheng held back his anger for a whole day, and after hearing Feng Xiao's speech, he suddenly vented. He furrowed his brows, listened patiently, nodded, and commented a few words as before, but his face was obviously much more pleasant.

After that, the groups did not speak well as expected, and Mr. Zheng was not angry.

During the evening self-study, Mr. Zheng called Feng Xiao directly and read the complete speech.

“…… You guys wrote it yourself? A few words are used in a big way. Teacher Zheng corrected while watching, "There are a few grammar problems. ”

Feng Xiao blushed, "I asked Zhang Yihao's sister for help, his sister is studying outside Yaowai." ”

Zhang Yihao can't always trouble his sister, so when the final draft was completed, many of them were still revised by Feng Xiao and Yang Huihui, and there were inevitably mistakes.

The grammatical error circled by Mr. Zheng is the sentence that the two of them added later.

Teacher Zheng praised a few words, including Zhang Yihao's sister's correction, but most of them were translated by two girls looking up the dictionary. They don't know anything about the professional vocabulary of law, so they can only look it up and learn it now.

"You've got a good idea. It's also the first time I've known that Yaocheng still has these histories, and there are such murders......"

Saying this, Teacher Zheng thought of Teacher Sun, and his heart was strange, and he couldn't help but glance at the well-behaved students around him.

"Hmm. We only found out about this information. Some of the things in it were asked to Mr. Qiu from the Rule of Law Museum. Mr. Qiu works as a political teacher at the Yao University Affiliated Primary School and is a volunteer at the Museum of the Rule of Law. Feng Xiao replied happily, and he was also very proud of the homework he completed this time.

"Really? Elementary school teacher? Teacher Zheng was surprised.

"Yes. He likes children and often gives legal education to primary school students on spring and autumn trips. He studied law in college. ”

Feng Xiao and Yang Huihui's article takes the bizarre murder case as the starting point to introduce the process of rule of law construction in Yaocheng, which is detailed and well-intentioned.

Of course, as a few students from Yaocheng High School who are not talented, they have not been able to write a splendid chapter, and after being translated into English, it can only be said that the translation is correct and there is no digression.

Mr. Zheng thought back on the results he had tested this day, and looked down at the speech again, a little worried.

"Your group, just you, five people?" Teacher Zheng raised his head and looked at Feng Xiao, his gaze swept over Yang Huihui. Although I have just taken over the teaching of Class 7, the class leader and class representative can always remember it quickly. For the other three boys, Mr. Zheng looked around the class and barely managed to find three swarthy heads from the crowd.

"Well, it's just the five of us." Feng Xiao replied.

"That's right...... I see that you have spoken before, and you still need to practice. You and Yang Huihui are okay, those three boys have to practice hard. Teacher Zheng said.

He didn't want to kick out the three boys who were paddling for speeches.

Feng Xiao was overjoyed, the childishness of the student made her not hide her thoughts at all, and the joy was floating on her face, but she didn't ask what she thought in her heart.

Within two days, Feng Xiao knew that his conjecture was right.

Teacher Zheng reported their group to the head of the teaching group, and they were called to the small conference room with other students recommended by the teacher, and the group performed on stage.

I don't know how their English teaching group in the second year of high school discussed, and the two places in the school report to the district are a group between them and the key class.

This is a bitter thing for Yan Shu, Lu Ziqi and Zhang Yihao, who are usually not good at studying.

Revise articles, memorize articles, and practice speeches......

Every day, after the lunch break and the evening self-study, they all had to make up for the class individually, and they had to face the head of the English teaching group with a serious face all day.

In such torture, Yan Shu suddenly remembered his original intention for doing these things.

He just wants to pull the squad leader Feng Xiao to investigate the matter of Phoenix with the entire "strong labor".

The result?

I searched the history of Yaocheng, but I didn't find any information related to Phoenix. The speech assignment was overcompleted, which was tantamount to asking for trouble for him and signing himself up for a "make-up class".

It's miserable.

Yan Shu can often feel the resentful gaze from Lu Ziqi. Fortunately, Zhang Yihao shared half of the burden for him.

After a few days of make-up classes, they also heard about it.

The leader of the teaching group was not satisfied with the speech level of the three of them, but Mr. Zheng had the demeanor of a people's teacher, and participating in the competition was not only to send students to themselves, to their teachers, and to compete for honor for the school, but to educate and exercise the students. The old teacher, the head of the teaching group, also moved his mind and asked Feng Xiao about the writing process of this speech, knowing that the three of them did not paddle when checking the information and writing the script, and also recognized their efforts, and very "fairly" wrote their names on the list of "make-up classes".

What they didn't know was that the head of the teaching team was also responsible for the important work of psychological counseling for Yan Shu and Lu Ziqi.

The homeroom teacher of the two students died tragically, and they found out the identity of the murderer for the homeroom teacher, and they were almost killed by the murderer. After the two escaped death, they returned to campus and wrote a speech that was actually a rule of law construction...... This has to make people think about it a lot and make teachers worry.

Regardless of whether it is counted as an off-the-counter factor plus points, there is a debtor who is wronged, and the debtor who is wronged is a strict difference.

Lu Ziqi knew better the selfishness of Yan Shu's original proposal, so he had the deepest resentment against Yan Shu, and Zhang Yihao, who caused them to change their topic selection, was ranked behind.

Zhang Yihao is also self-inflicted, how energetic he is to watch those murders in the museum, how depressed he is at this moment.

Yan Shu is the only one among the three boys whose brain can still move and can think wildly.

As soon as his mind moved, he thought of the cause of the incident, thought of his original duty without hesitation, or should he say that he rushed to justice for Teacher Sun stupidly, and thought of the flame and Fengming who saved him.

That phoenix may have just flown over Yaocheng, and it was not the divine beast that Yaocheng had worshiped for a long time at all. Save them, that is, the phoenix will do it casually and flap its wings.

Or, the strange things that happened that day were all fantasies born of him and Lu Ziqi because of excessive fear when facing the heinous murderer.

Yan Shu's head was empty, his mouth was mechanically reciting the speech, and he forgot for a moment that the old teacher had told them to be intimate.

The young man's chanting voice narrated the murder in English, and there was no thrilling murder at all.

Yan Shu's spirit also withdrew, thinking about the case that he was already familiar with.

Is the truth of the case as recorded as one person killing another, as simple as that? Does the dead one have a soul left in the world and have regrets? What was the criminal thinking when he was executed?

Yan Shu shook his head and woke up from his wandering.

He looked at his speech and remembered what the museum teacher Qiu had said.

"In the end, this record is left to warn future generations." Yan Shu subconsciously said it.

He felt that he should write down the things that he didn't know were true or not.

This idea is half a whim, half for fishing, in short, there is no sense of righteousness and awe-inspiring responsibility.

Yan Shu just did what he said, and happily threw the speech aside.

When it comes to recording, these children are used to electronic gadgets, and their first reaction is not pen and paper, but computers.

The computer document was opened, and after only a few lines of writing, Yan Shu felt uncomfortable.

Is this record intended to wait until a hundred years from now, when his descendants will see these contents? I'm afraid that I don't have to wait for him for a hundred years, and in a few years, this computer should be played to death by him, and the hard disk will be scrapped directly, leaving no content.

Yan Shu is very self-aware.

Posting on the Internet......

QQ Space? The space will either be locked and not seen by anyone, or it will be seen by classmates.

Weibo?

Yan Shu thought so, opened Weibo and looked at it.

Yan Shu doesn't play Weibo much, and belongs to the melon-eating masses who occasionally open the brush. Today's Weibo hot search on half of the entertainment industry news gossip, half of the social hot spots, and then scroll down, it's about the same.

Yan Shu looked at the various information sources mentioned in those Weibo contents, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, so he simply searched for the word "contribution".

What a pity to write a story that can only be stored on a hard drive, or locked in your own space.

He decided to submit the article to a marketing account, so that he could send it out and let more people see it.