Chapter 1071 The Returnee's Notes 145
"I'm not reluctant, but... Brother Jianshe, do you think those children will remember me if I donate? Even though I donate not much."
He spent a lot of money on medical treatment, and now he only has 60,000 yuan left.
"Why think about these things? As long as I remember you, Brother Jianshe, that's enough. When you die, I'll take my wife and kids to sweep your grave during the Qingming Festival. There will always be someone who remembers you."
"Too."
He was just doing good deeds and hoping to leave a name for himself. He had no parents and no siblings, so he just wanted more people to remember him.
He worked silently as a beast of burden for the company his whole life; he was the kind of ordinary person who would go unnoticed if left on the street. But he also longed to be remembered.
"Alright, let's pack up and go to that school. I only took a few days off. I'll take you to that school to donate money, and then we'll play for a while before I have to go back to work. I have to support the family."
The sadness on the bald man's face quickly faded, and he hurriedly got up to change his clothes. It was because of Jianshe's nonchalant attitude that he was able to maintain such an optimistic mindset during his treatment.
As for the fact that he ultimately succumbed to his illness, it was simply because he no longer wanted to suffer.
Life is meant to be enjoyed while it lasts. He's almost dead, so of course he should go out and see the world.
The primary school in that mountain area was truly remote, nestled in a ravine. It was very dilapidated, with fewer than a hundred children attending. They were all dressed in tattered clothes, and their gazes toward the bald man were filled with trepidation, yet also a hint of curiosity.
Here, the bald man also saw the online friend he had been communicating with through the tree hole. She was a female teacher wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, with her hair in a bun.
Her features were delicate, but her skin was rough, as if it had been weathered by the harshness of the place.
He knew that the online friend named "Azalea" was a volunteer teacher. Now that they had met, he felt that this teacher was really like the azaleas that covered the mountains and fields, bright red, just like the radiant sun.
The volunteer teachers never expected that the person who came to donate money to their school was a patient, whose thin body could barely support the increasingly large shirt.
"Hello, my name is An Ting, the 'Ting' in 'listening to the rain in Huangmei.' You can call me Xiao Ting."
"Ah, hello, my name is Tang De, it doesn't mean anything."
“How could it be meaningless? Your actions are the meaning of it.” An Ting led Tang De on a walk around the campus, showing him the children.
Tang De was not a very talkative person. He only talked a lot in front of his only friend, Jianshe. Therefore, he was somewhat at a loss when faced with the children who surrounded him.
Construction Bro, on the other hand, had a lot of kids at home and was very good at coaxing them, so he quickly became friends with the kids here.
An Ting looked at the children clinging to Jianshe Ge's legs, then glanced at Tang De and asked, "Mr. Tang, would you mind telling me what illness you have?"
This was a bit presumptuous, but the two had been chatting online for so long that An Ting had come to regard Tang De as a friend, which was why she couldn't help but show concern.
Tang De was quite open-minded about his illness and didn't get angry because of other people's inquiries. He simply took off his hat to reveal his bald head and said, "It's stomach cancer."
An Ting's breath caught in her throat. "Is there no cure?"
"Instead of spending the rest of my days in pain in a hospital bed, I'd rather go out and see the world. I've always wanted to see the world, and now I have the time, and I don't care about the money."
An Ting remained silent; Tang De's indifference only made her feel worse.
On a fine, sunny day, Tang De received unprecedented attention and warm hospitality at the primary school. Although he was only served white radish and tofu, he was very happy.
Before leaving, he looked at the children who had come to see him off and murmured, "Will I be remembered?"
An Ting watched Tang De and Jianshe's departing figures, then patted the little girl's head beside her. "Let's go back."
As night approached, she couldn't help but write to Xie Ning. She wanted to submit an article, not about school bullying or surrogacy, but about an ordinary person's donation.
Even though such a donation may seem insignificant to many, she wants to remember it, and should remember it.
Every donation from Tangde is like a raindrop nourishing the children in the mountains.
Xie Ning refused to put An Ting's submission into those two sections, but she created an archive on the website, put the article there, and then helped An Ting contact a publisher.
Qiao Jinmei runs her own small magazine publishing house, which has a women's column as well as other sections. An Ting's articles might be rejected by other publishers, but not here.
The early autumn wind blew away the green leaves.
Tang De did not live to see the second month. He passed away in a quiet ancient town. When Jianshe Ge arrived, there was a magazine next to him with photos he had taken at the primary school in the mountain area.
And the last part of the article, which is what all the teachers and students of that primary school said to Tang De.
They will always remember Tangde.
Construction Bro squatted down and wiped his face. "You brat, now you don't have to worry about being forgotten."
You said Teacher Xiaoting is a very brave person, a girl who dared to go to such a remote place to teach. Now I'm telling you, she's not only brave, but also a very gentle person.
Springtime azaleas are not only as bright as sunshine, but also as gentle and silent as drizzle.
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