"Is the brother here the Big Star?"
“…”
The children exclaimed in amazement, their innocent eyes filled with surprise and admiration.
Looking at their reactions, Situ Wenyao felt like he was floating in the air.
Fortunately, after Gu Luo's suona desensitization training last time, his ability to withstand pain has been greatly improved.
No matter how good it feels, you can maintain it—unless you can’t help it.
Situ Wenyao was secretly happy, and then he just clicked his finger and invested 200 yuan in promoting this video.
As long as you get into it fast enough, the brilliant protagonist in the video will become yourself.
Delicious.
After bragging to the kids for a while, Situ Wenyao inadvertently caught a glimpse of two hunched figures.
I saw two old men walking unsteadily, each carrying a large bag full of waste.
His eyes lit up instantly, as if he had discovered some rare treasure.
"Study hard and remember the handsome guy in this video, Situ Wenyao."
"By the way, can you help me take a look at this cat cage?"
After Situ Wenyao said a few words to the children, he immediately ran towards the two old men.
"grandfather!"
"grandfather!"
"Please give me a bean sack!"
Situ Wenyao ran to the two of them like a gust of wind.
"What's the matter?"
"What's up, young man?"
The two old men stopped.
Their faces are full of the vicissitudes of life, but they look energetic and vigorous.
One was thin and the other had a slight limp.
"I'll help you carry it, I'll help you carry it." Situ Wenyao pointed at the garbage bags on their backs and said with a little excitement:
"Give it to me, I'm very strong."
"No, no, this is not heavy..." The thin old man waved his hands quickly.
The lame old man also smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, young man, but this bag is too dirty."
He wanted to reach out and pat Situ Wenyao on the shoulder, but when his hand was halfway extended, he stopped as if he thought of something, and then wiped it on his pants awkwardly.
"Oh, you're welcome. Give it to me, give it to me."
Situ Wenyao obviously didn't care about this, and he went straight to grab the garbage bag.
This series of actions was so quick that the two old men almost mistakenly thought that he was trying to snatch scrap in broad daylight.
"Grandpas, I'll carry you outside the park so you can take a rest."
"Ah...ok...thank you for that, young man."
"Oh, this guy is really a good-looking guy."
"Who says he isn't? He's pretty handsome..."
Seeing that they couldn't refuse, the two old men stopped insisting and turned to praise Situ Wenyao.
Cool....
So cool...
Listening to these compliments, Situ Wenyao felt secretly happy in his heart.
This is how he usually gets a kick out of it.
He is not very good-looking, does not come from a particularly wealthy family, and does not have any outstanding talents.
So we do good things to gain praise from others and gain inner satisfaction.
Situ Wenyao has always been clear that his motives for doing things are impure, and can even be said to be hypocritical.
It's not just out of the pure idea of helping others.
He doesn't care and will continue to do so in order to enjoy the feeling of being praised and noticed.
A lifetime of hypocrisy.
Carrying two dirty and heavy bags of waste, Situ Wenyao walked calmly. He felt very happy amid the continuous praise from the two old men.
"Thank you, young man..."
"Don't go yet, don't go yet."
When they arrived at the park entrance, the lame old man reached out and gently grabbed Situ Wenyao's wrist.
The skinny old man hurried over to a mobile refrigerator truck nearby, bought a bottle of Coke, then walked over quickly and stuffed the bottle into his hand without saying a word.
"How embarrassing..."
Situ Wenyao pretended to refuse, but he was actually very happy in his heart.
This really got the approval of the two grandfathers.
"Young man, what's your name? My relative has a granddaughter who is very pretty. Let me introduce her to you." The lame uncle asked with a smile.
"No, grandpa, I already have someone I like."
Situ Wenyao politely declined at first, then smiled and said, "And you can call me Brother Ni, or call me Hero."
After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to leave.
Very cool. (I think so)
A real man never leaves his name behind when doing good things, and never shows off after showing off.
"Forced to sing?" The lame old man looked at Situ Wenyao's departing back and couldn't help muttering:
"Hiss... I've lived so many lives, but this is the first time I've seen someone with a surname."
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