Chapter 178: The man who carried firewood for others was drowned in the snow by the beneficiary
Fortunately, the old man loves children very much, especially Mengmeng, and takes good care of the little one.
Just at this moment, Yuan Tinglan had just returned with the cake and saw a lot of people gathered around the neighbor’s grandmother’s house.
Faint sounds of crying could be heard from inside.
Yuan Tinglan panicked and quickly squeezed through the crowd to get in.
Then I saw the neighbor’s grandmother crying and apologizing to her, “Tinglan, I’m sorry, it’s my fault that I didn’t protect Mengmeng well.”
"Meng Meng, she was snatched away."
Mengmeng, she was snatched away...
This sentence hit Yuan Tinglan's heart like a hammer.
"How could Mengmeng be snatched away?"
"Who took it?"
"What else did you say?"
"What are they going to do by taking Mengmeng away?"
A huge fear swept over Shang Yuan Tinglan's heart, and she asked in panic.
But the old lady couldn't reply to her.
"Call the police, call the police quickly." someone suggested.
Yes, it’s time to call the police!
Because Mengmeng was kidnapped, Yuan Tinglan's head was buzzing and she was almost fainting, but she forced herself to call the police.
The police quickly went to investigate.
When Song Zhining thought about the content of the commissioned task, he thought of a possibility.
Unfortunately, even if she thought of it, she couldn't say it because the people here couldn't see her.
Moreover, she knew that in this time and space, this had already happened and was the memory of 70-year-old Yuan Tinglan.
In order to change the outcome, she must be in the past and complete the commission.
Perhaps it was because the person who kidnapped Mengmeng had no awareness of anti-reconnaissance.
So, it only took half a day for the police to get a clue.
When Yuan Tinglan heard that it was the villagers of Lihua Village who kidnapped Mengmeng, her mind went blank.
"How is it possible? How could they kidnap Mengmeng?"
Yuan Tinglan couldn't believe it.
But in fact, the police investigation results were correct. It was the villagers of Lihua Village who kidnapped Mengmeng.
And he took Mengmeng with him and went to Lihua Village.
Yuan Tinglan got into the police car and headed to the remote Lihua Village.
On the way, Yuan Tinglan recalled...
After the company went bankrupt and Liang Chen died, Yuan Tinglan had no choice but to stop supporting the children of Lihua Village.
She was helpless too.
But I didn’t expect that a month later, the villagers of Lihua Village would come to my door.
Every word and sentence was questioning why Yuan Tinglan stopped providing funding.
Yuan Tinglan explained the reason, but the villagers didn't listen. They felt that since Yuan Tinglan had provided funding, she should continue to provide funding no matter what.
The two sides almost got into a quarrel.
They even wanted to stay at Yuan Tinglan's house.
Later, they left because Yuan Tinglan called the police and the police arrived.
They didn't show up again after that.
But Yuan Tinglan never expected that they would suddenly appear and kidnap Mengmeng.
Yuan Tinglan knew that it was indeed their fault that they initially provided funding but later broke their promise.
But she couldn't do anything about it.
Even though there is no funding now, the initial funding was real.
Those children also received support from her and Liang Chen for a year.
Just because goodwill cannot continue, can we kill the previous goodwill?
Yuan Tinglan couldn't figure it out, she really couldn't figure it out.
Mengmeng, her Mengmeng.
How will they treat Mengmeng?
If I just threaten her with Mengmeng, it would be fine.
But if...
Yuan Tinglan couldn't imagine what she would do if it was Mengmeng.
After Liang Chen left, Mengmeng was her only spiritual support. If Mengmeng was gone, her world would collapse.
Song Zhining sat next to Yuan Tinglan, looking at the panic in her eyes and her trembling hands... She lowered her eyes.
It is almost predictable how the dream will turn out.
In fact, this is true.
When Yuan Tinglan and the police arrived at Lihua Village, they saw Mengmeng's body.
The police fished little Mengmeng out of a well in Lihua Village.
As soon as they returned to Lihua Village, the villagers unanimously decided not to let Mengmeng live.
He threw her directly into the well.
Yuan Tinglan, trembling all over, hugged the cold little body of Mengmeng, tears falling silently, and she let out a cry of grief.
Behind him were the shouts of the captured villagers.
"She funded us but never continued to support us. Since she wanted to do good and gave us money, she should give us life."
"Yes, she not only provides education for the children in our village, but also provides for the elderly of our entire village."
"You're not funding me after just one year. Humph, what a good person you are."
"We just want her to feel pain."
"It's just a little girl. What's there to cry about? Many girls have drowned in our village before."
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Old people, children, young people... everyone in Lihua Village was blaming Yuan Tinglan.
There was no trace of guilt or regret on their faces for killing Mengmeng.
They just kept blaming Yuan Tinglan, thinking that they were not wrong.
The one who was wrong was Yuan Tinglan.
Song Zhining stood there, listening to their shouting, scanning the faces one by one...
The villagers of Lihua Village have hardly received any education, and even their cognition is still stuck in the past few decades.
Closed-minded, stupid, greedy and vicious.
They have their own understanding, which cannot be reasoned with.
They seem to be stuck in a vicious cycle, unable to be saved or sympathized with.
Song Zhining thought that the best outcome would be not to provide funding from the beginning and let them be eliminated by the times from the beginning.
She even realized a truth: If you use your compassion and kindness to help others, if you can't follow through, then don't do it. A little bit of kindness will be repaid with a big bit of hatred. Never underestimate the greed and selfishness of human nature.
Song Zhining suddenly thought of the Song Family Pension Fund she had established before.
She thought, if one day, she no longer had the ability to provide financial support, would she be treated and suffer the same fate as Yuan Tinglan?
Thinking of this, Song Zhining felt cold all over.
But, Yuan Tinglan and Liang Chen are the ones who carry firewood for others.
How could they be allowed to drown in the snow and wind?
Then, how heartbroken Yuan Tinglan must be, holding her daughter's body at this moment.
Then, if Liang Chen, who had offered to provide funding and is now dead, knew about this, how could he rest in peace?
If someone who carries firewood for others is drowned in a snowstorm by the beneficiary, will anyone dare to help others in the future?
Then, how cold and indifferent this world and this society must be.
The surrounding scenes slowly faded away, and Song Zhining could only hear Yuan Tinglan's tearful cries, lingering in his ears for a long time.
Tick-tock...
Song Zhining looked up, and a drop of rain fell into her eyes, then slowly slid down her eye sockets...
Afterwards, a torrential downpour filled the sky, completely engulfing and engulfing the world...
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