Da Mengzi sprinkled the thumbtacks all the way, he sprinkled as he walked, while looking at the movements around him, and when he lowered his head again, he almost bumped into a person, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he immediately lowered his head again.

Jiang Xun didn't speak, just kept looking at him.

There was horror in the eyes of the big fierce man, there was also evasion, and there was exploration,...... Jiang Xun couldn't imagine a child, his eyes were so complicated.

Jiang Xun didn't leave, Da Mengzi held the pushpin so hard, the pushpin pierced into his hand, and a wisp of red stained the palm of his hand......

He slowly squatted on the ground, curled his knees in front of his chest, but looked up at Jiang Xun from time to time...... The eyes are very flickering, this is a kind of look that looks at others at any time, looks at their faces, and worries that their actions are annoying......

Jiang Xun didn't speak, there were not many pedestrians on the street in the afternoon, but he sang happily when he knew it.

He went to the street store, bought two popsicles and two bottles of soda, handed them to Da Mengzi, bit off the cap of the bottle himself, and poured a big mouthful.

Da Mengzi's eyes flickered, drifted, and hesitated, but he still took the popsicle and soda.

Jiang Xun took the thumbtackin in his hand and threw it slowly, trying to sprinkle it in the middle of the road, because there were many cars there, and there were too many bicycles on both sides of the road.

It stands to reason that there should be a garage here.

Sure enough, he smiled, not far from the orphanage, two or three hundred meters away, there was really a car repair shop.

"Big Fierce Son." The mechanic saw the child and said, "Did you eat a popsicle yourself?" ”

He smiled and pulled out five cents, "Take it and buy popsicles." ”

Da Mengzi was like a little rabbit caught by a hunter, looking at Jiang Xun in horror.

Jiang Xun took five cents for him and smiled, he didn't know why this kid started doing this, but in this world, I'm afraid this car mechanic is the only one who gave him change to spend, and the only one who bought him a soda popsicle before he appeared.

……

On the second day, the third day, Da Mengzi took an honest nap, and Jiang Xun didn't say much.

In Chinese class this afternoon, the teacher asked everyone to write a letter, a letter to their parents.

Jiang Xun couldn't help but feel sour, some of these children were afraid that they hadn't seen their parents at all, and some of their parents' impressions were already very vague.

But some of the children were already writing, while others were looking out the window.

Da Mengzi belongs to the kind of child who buttons his fingernails, and Jiang Xun found that his fingernails were about to bleed.

This made him really feel sorry for this child.

"Da Mengzi, you didn't write a letter?" After dinner, Jiang Xun pulled him to sit on the steps.

Da Mengzi's eyes no longer dodged, he glanced at Jiang Xun, his eyes left quickly, but turned back, like this three or four times, he slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Xun silently.

Mom and Dad:

I'm a big man.

Hello, I often hear my grandmother say, Mom, you left me when I was three years old, left home, don't want me and don't want Dad, I'm ten years old this year, I forgot what you look like......

Dad, it was raining that day, it was raining hard, you were lying on the bed in the hospital, you held my hand, and we were in tears all the time, and my hands were warm in the summer, but your hands were getting colder and harder......

Later, the teachers told me that you are also gone, and you don't want me anymore......

Jiang Xun's heart suddenly ached, and tears flowed down without warning.

Just like the river and the sea bursting the embankment, it can't be stopped.

Since then, I have lived with my grandmother, who cooks for me, bathes me, and fans me......

But whenever I see other students coming to school, other students going to buy new clothes, going to the park, Dad, Mom, I miss you......

Where are you, why don't you want me anymore?

The day before May Day, when I was going to school, someone from the neighborhood committee came to school and said that my grandmother was no longer good...... I ran home, there were a lot of people in the house, my grandmother was lying on the bed, I threw myself over, and the adults pulled me away......

When it got dark, no one put me to sleep in my arms, sang nursery rhymes to me, no one cooked for me, no one mended my clothes.

It's cold, no one covers me with a quilt at night, it's raining, no one sends me an umbrella to school, it's snowing, no one makes me cotton clothes anymore......

After school, I was scared, I was alone at home, dark, cold......

One day, my grandmother from the neighborhood committee took me to the orphanage, where my classmates didn't have parents, so we ate and slept together......

The food here is not as good as my grandmother's cooking, and I haven't eaten popsicles in a year.

Dad, I ate dumplings again the day before yesterday, I haven't eaten dumplings in three months......

Jiang Xun wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, the sentences on the letter were not smooth, the words were written crookedly, and there were many typos, but this letter made him feel distressed.

He squatted on the ground, his knees curled up in front of his chest, a position that would make him more comfortable.

"Dean, this is Comrade Jiang from the Civil Affairs Bureau." When Dean Xiao came over with a middle-aged man, Jiang Xun sat like this, unwilling to move or speak.

Oh, the dean stopped Dean Xiao from stepping forward to remind Jiang Xun, he looked at Jiang Xun, and then looked at Da Mengzi, the two sat like this, Da Mengzi looked at Jiang Xun from time to time, and Jiang Xun was already in tears.

"This comrade is also an orphan?" Dean Li asked Dean Xiao softly.

Dean Xiao wants to laugh, although you are in this business, you can't look at everyone like an orphan.

But Dean Li looked at Jiang Xun, and his sitting posture was like that of a child.

This posture is the most primitive and unconscious defensive posture, and everyone understands that this is how the child curls up in a ball when he is still in the mother's body.

At the same time, this posture can also effectively maintain body temperature and prevent the damage caused by the decrease in body temperature and unconscious.

"He's helpless, he's lonely......"

"What's wrong with your hand?" The big man finally left, and Jiang Xun subconsciously stretched out his hand to shake it with Dean Li, but his hand was red.

Oh, in Jiang Xun's palm, there is a pushpin.

……

"What's the matter? That's it? ”

It was still dusk, Jiang Xun walked out of the gate of the orphanage, Ding Zhicheng had a sunny face, but he immediately cooled down.

"Hmm......" Jiang Xun couldn't help but look back inside, he clearly saw Da Mengzi standing in front of the building, staring at his back.

"This kid ......" Although it was far away, Jiang Xun felt a pain in his heart.

"Come back, Director Xia is still waiting for you to rehearse, you said that you would take a week off to go back to Qindao, but I didn't know you were here."

Alas, let's go.

Jiang Xun was silent all the way, and when he returned to the theater, he pressed the bicycle bell suddenly, and the car bell found a sound, he had to help these children!

How can it help?

generation

In this year, history will always remember a person named Xu Yongguang, who started the project of rescuing tens of thousands of out-of-school children with 10,000 yuan, which was named the "Hope Project".

In the period of social transition in China, in the impetuous mood of the Manchu world, in the general distrust of institutions and organizations, and in the midst of rampant counterfeiting and shoddy, it is a miracle to hope that the project can succeed.

In fact, Jiang Xun is more sure of this name, hope, everyone lives for the hope in their hearts, this is the case in the previous life, and the same is true in the future life.

"I'm going to donate some money so that the children can eat dumplings at least once a week." Jiang Xun thought about it and said, "Eat an egg." ”