When Mr. Lin learned that everyone had come to his small house to donate money to help alleviate poverty, he kept saying that he didn't need the money. "I really don't need the money. I'm a seventy-year-old man, and I can still work and earn money on my own. How can I take the hard-earned money from you young people for nothing? That would be too inhuman!"
Mr. Lin's face was full of excitement, as if he would get anxious if everyone said one more word about donating money to him.
Qi Yu stood silently at the door, his tall figure blocking out the sunlight, making the room seem small and oppressive.
“Uncle Lin, we made this decision specifically for the impoverished households in the village. We just want to help everyone, so we hope you won’t feel guilty.”
Qi Yu used the honorific "you" again, and Lan Qingyue couldn't help but take another look at him. This man didn't seem as cold as he appeared. He also had a kind heart that cared about the suffering of others. Such an extraordinary person, I really don't know how outstanding the girl who could match him must be!
After everyone's persuasion, Old Man Lin finally agreed. As he saw them off, he kept reminding them, "Please don't donate too much, okay? I'm an old man who can earn my own money. I don't have many expenses, so enough is enough. Don't give me too much!"
The group visited several more homes. The economic strength of the villagers could be roughly divided into three categories: a small number of people had started their own businesses and were relatively wealthy, with two or three-story houses, cars, and the ability to buy houses in the city; some people also lived in houses that were not renovated, but had electric vehicles, and a few had cars; and a small number of people still lived in dilapidated tile-roofed houses, with some tiles even hanging precariously from the eaves, which could easily fall down if a gust of wind blew by, which was truly heartbreaking to see.
The guests returned to the base camp, where the little ones had already handed in their drawings. Like birds released from their cages, they spread their wings and flew into the arms of their families.
The staff had just repeatedly warned them not to tell their families what they had drawn, otherwise it wouldn't count. So, although the little ones were very excited and wanted to tell their families what they had drawn to show off and ask for praise, they held back. Asking for praise in the afternoon would be the same.
Chu Chu clung to Lan Qingyue's leg for a while, then, like a penguin, she shook her little head and ran towards Qi Yu.
Lan Qingyue stood with her hands on her hips, looking helplessly at the little dumpling that was swinging back and forth. This little brat who's obsessed with appearances, all he knows is how to look at faces. What's the use of looking at faces? Can they feed you?
Chu Chu bumped into Qi Yu's arms, climbing up to him on all fours. Qi Yu's face was radiant with soft light as he held her firmly in his large hands, pinching her chubby cheeks and making the little one giggle.
"Uncle Qi, you're so amazing! You always manage to pick up Chu Chu~~~"
Mommy is different; she rarely holds her. Just now, she clung to Mommy's leg for so long, and Mommy still said she wouldn't hold her. Only then did she run to Uncle Qi's arms, hehehe~~~
Qi Yu was completely charmed by Chu Chu's innocent words. He gently rubbed Chu Chu's soft little pigtails, and looking at the little girl's delicate eyebrows and eyes, a beautiful face flashed through his mind, and he was somewhat lost in thought.
"Uncle Qi~ Why are you spacing out?" Chu Chu pointed to her dimples with two fingers, pouting as she stared at Qi Yu curiously.
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