"You mean to say that besides getting fat, nothing has happened to you?"
Xiao Hei was silent for a few seconds: "I'm not fat..."
"You bastard." After a moment, Fang Zhiyi said, "I find that my mood seems to have recovered a lot."
Blackie nodded. "Because it's in your original body." He used an analogy. "It's like when you go out and pick up junk, and then you run out of space and go back home to store it."
"..." Fang Zhiyi found it hard to imagine what would happen when he returned one day in the future.
Xiao Hei saw his worry and said, "Don't worry, this time when you came back, all those emotions were taken away by you who were satisfied. But why do you think they were satisfied?"
Slowly opening his eyes, he looked at his surroundings.
Xiao Hei's voice was beside my ear: "Do you want to watch the plot?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at it sideways, only to see that it had shrunk into a small ball, looking just like a fly.
"you..."
"The laws of nature in this world are quite fierce. If you can't afford to offend them, just hide." Xiao Hei knew how to bend and stretch. "Do you want to watch the plot?"
"Nonsense, how would I know which story it is without a plot?"
A plot came into his mind.
Fang Jianguo and his wife are well-known philanthropists. Fang Jianguo works as an employee in a medium-sized company, and Chen Meihua works as a clerk in a factory. They both have one thing in common: they like to do chores. They met while doing chores and later got married. They have three children: the eldest son Fang Xiao, the second son Fang Yang, and the youngest daughter Fang Yue.
In theory, such a family should be envied by everyone, but the reality is not like this.
Fang Jianguo and Chen Meihua were well-known for their warm hearts. Whenever an elderly person in the community fell ill, they would run around buying medicine and sending them to the hospital. When tenants couldn't pay their rent, they were also willing to donate generously. However, their love grew so big that even the three children of the eldest Fang family could not bear it.
As some people came to express their gratitude and some small media interviewed them, Fang Jianguo and his wife decided to spread this kindness. So they were no longer satisfied with fundraising on the Internet and helping the old lady dry her quilts.
Chen Meihua’s circle of friends is often filled with screenshots of transfers for donations to needy students, daily necessities packaged for needy families, thank-you letters, etc., which often receive a lot of likes and compliments, which makes them both feel comfortable.
Fang Xiao was in the most demanding period of his studies. In high school, he approached his parents who were packing old clothes with the payment slip in his hand: "Dad, Mom, the school will charge you for materials and supplementary lessons next week, a total of 800 yuan." He lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, as if he knew what the outcome would be.
Without even looking up, Chen Meihua folded a new-looking men's shirt and said, "Okay. Just do your homework. We'll figure out the money issue."
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