When she returned home on the weekend, Aunt Wei specifically reminded Xia Mian to keep an eye on Xiao Feng.
There's something a little off about him and Chenchen lately. He's acting mysterious every day, and no one knows where he goes to play after school in the afternoon. He always comes home after dark.
The adults have been very busy recently. Ning Shaobai and Zhou Xuewen are both away on business trips, not to mention Xia Wenyue's family. Even Mao Huizhu took leave to go to the crew to film with Mao Zhishan, so there is almost no one at home.
So when Xia Mian went to school, Xiao Feng stayed at Ning Shaoyun's house with Chenchen.
Ning Shaoyun has been busy with an art exhibition recently, so the two children are left completely at their own pace.
At first, Aunt Wei didn't care. After all, they were almost ten years old and at the age when they could be naughty. But she found that both children were very good at spending money.
Xiao Feng is a money-lover, but Chen Chen is not short of money, so the adults don’t confiscate their New Year’s money every year. They let them save it and use it when needed.
However, Xiao Feng has hardly used his pocket money so far.
"Xiaofeng's art supplies." Aunt Wei had been with Ning Shaoyun for a long time and knew a bit about painting. She said, "I saw him use his own pocket money to order art supplies over the phone."
"Didn't you buy him enough of those things? How could it be not enough?"
Xia Mian was not willing to let Xiao Feng down at all, so the things he bought were all very good and expensive.
But Xiao Feng is still young after all, so the amount used is not much.
Xia Mian was still thinking that it would take some time, but the truth came out the next day.
There was no need to observe carefully, it was obvious that something was wrong with Xiao Feng.
Professor Zhu called to say that he had something to do this week, so he only assigned homework to Xiao Feng and did not ask him to go to the Academy of Fine Arts. However, the child still packed his schoolbag and prepared his drawing board and paper.
"Your teacher is not here." Xia Mian reminded.
Xiao Feng nodded and said, "I want to go to the senior brother's studio to paint. There are many brothers and sisters there, so it's lively."
Come on, you were so focused on painting that you didn’t even notice whether it was lively or not.
Xia Mian couldn't help but sigh inwardly, even children have their own little secrets.
After lunch, she rode her bicycle to take him to the Academy of Fine Arts. Carrying Xiao Feng's heavy schoolbag, Xia Mian asked casually, "Do you need so much paper and paint?"
Xiao Feng nodded.
Xia Mian asked again, "Why did you pack so many candies?"
The child likes to eat milk candy very much. Because he was hungry when he was a child, he cherishes food very much. Xia Mian was worried at first that he would not be restrained because of his childhood experience. However, because of his childhood experience, he listens to her very much.
Xia Mian said he could only eat two a day, so he only ate two. Therefore, Xia Mian would replenish his sugar jar about once a month. It had become a habit over the years. The milk candy was consumed faster only during the most difficult months for Ding Sijin's family, but not this fast.
It's not even ten days into the month and the sugar jar is already more than half empty.
"I don't want to eat it. Give it to my brother." Xiao Feng said, and opened his mouth to let Xia Mian see, "There are no cavities."
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This little guy has also learned to avoid the important issues.
Although she knew that he was sensitive to people's emotions and would not be easily deceived, Xia Mian couldn't help but tell him that when helping others, he should do so within his ability when she sent him off.
"For example, if your aunt buys you a bag of candy once a month, your greatest ability is to not eat the candy for a month and give it all away. But if you ask your aunt to buy you more candy, then it's not your help, but your aunt's help. Do you understand?"
Xiao Feng nodded.
"For example, if you have drawing paper, brushes, and paints, you can share some with others if someone needs help, but it's not right to give them all to others and then not be able to paint yourself."
"If someone asks you to do something like this, he probably has bad intentions."
Xiao Feng sat on the front bumper, looked up at Xia Mian and said with a smile, "I know, auntie."
Arriving at the studio door, Xia Mian handed him his schoolbag and sketchpad and asked, "I'll pick you up this afternoon?"
"No need," Xiao Feng shook her head, "Brother Chenchen will come to find me, we can just go back together, Auntie, you go ahead and do your work."
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Why do I feel such an inexplicable sadness that I can't help but feel?
Not only do I have my own little secret, I don’t even cling to her anymore. I used to be so happy just being with her.
Xia Mian sighed, rode his bike around the school and then returned to the studio.
Even if she was sad, she still had to take care of him. She was willing to give him space, but the premise was that she had to ensure his physical and mental safety, so she had to find out what was going on.
Fortunately, the studio was on the first floor, and Xia Mian could stand at the base of the wall and secretly see what was happening inside through the glass.
Because the midterm exam is coming soon, even though it is the weekend, the studio is still full of students. However, some of them look tired, while others are full of anxiety. Few of them are in the right state.
When squad leader Wei Yuanhang saw Xiao Feng, he picked him up and said, "Oh, God of Painting, have you come specially to bless us?"
Then he placed him on a stool on the platform, handed him a small piece of bread and said, "Come, come, please bless me, the God of Painting, and let me pass my draft."
Everyone immediately perked up and started rummaging around, "Oh, did I bring any candy today?"
"Haha, I found a piece of chocolate."
"I'm chocolate too."
"No, the tribute won't work either. Change it."
"Why aren't you the one who changes? Alas!! You're so cunning, I'll go first!"
The studio suddenly became lively, with students touching things here and there, playing and making noises, trying to find something different to present as tribute.
Xia Mian laughed as he watched. After Sun Shuming expressed his concern that Xiao Feng might not be good for eating too much candy, they started to feed him more kinds of candy.
After more than ten minutes, the chaotic prayers ended, and everyone became more alert and finally began to paint with peace of mind.
Xiao Feng walked to the back of the classroom carrying a bag full of delicious food.
Wei Yuanhang had already set up his easel for him.
Xiao Feng was not concentrating on painting after he sat down. He kept looking outside the door while painting.
Until a thin young man walked in. It was Ye Anran.
There are occasionally students like this who attend classes for free in college. If they study hard, professors will generally be willing to give them some pointers. Ye Anran should be one of them.
However, his face was paler than the last time I saw him, his skin was a little transparent, and his eyes were dark blue, and he seemed very tired.
Because of the midterm exam, Sun Shuming would come to the studio to give guidance to the students on weekends. Xia Mian thought that this might be the reason why Ye Anran came.
Xiao Feng, who was obviously waiting for him, immediately pretended not to see him and looked at the drawing paper.
It was not until the other person set up the easel and started painting, entering a state of ecstasy, that Xiao Feng quietly moved closer.
Ye Anran was concentrating on coloring. When he needed to use red, he paused slightly, then lowered his head to rummage through the almost dried-up paint tube in the box.
He found the color, flattened the paint tube and squeezed it out bit by bit, trying not to miss a single drop.
He finally squeezed out a little bit, and as he was trying hard, he suddenly saw a splash of red on him.
He was stunned for a moment and turned his head to see that the kid next to him accidentally squeezed the paint again. Not only was there a big puddle on the palette, but a lot of it also splashed onto his legs.
The child looked at him eagerly while holding the palette and whispered, "Brother."
Ye Anran paused for a moment, then used a brush to collect the paint that splashed on his legs, and divided half of the excess paint from the child's palette to help him mix the colors.
As a result, the child lost interest after drawing for a while and squatted next to him to watch him draw.
As if to express her gratitude to him, she was busy helping him squeeze the paint and handing him the paintbrush.
The child couldn't squeeze out the paint in his box, so he squeezed his own paint for him, but the child who always squeezed the paint tube to burst it never made a mistake again;
He doesn't even need to say what color he wants, the child can squeeze it out for him.
Ye Anran was stunned for a while, and soon continued to paint with an expressionless face, in a completely self-absorbed state.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Yuanhang, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it any longer and frowned, saying, "Hey, there's a limit to how pitiful you can be. How can you lie to a child?"
"Before, you used someone else's drawing paper and brushes, and now you're using their paints too?"
Xiao Feng quickly said, "Brother He, Brother Ye didn't lie to me."
"Yes, brother got it." Wei Yuanhang didn't say anything in front of the child. He just waved to Xiao Feng and said, "Come here and help brother check if this painting is correct."
Xiao Feng looked at Ye Anran worriedly, but still walked over.
Ye Anran didn't react at all from beginning to end, even though some girls around her were whispering, "How shameless!"
He seemed to be deaf and continued to paint with an expressionless face. It was not until Sun Shuming came over to give him guidance that some light appeared on his face.
At around four o'clock, Chenchen came riding his little bicycle.
The Academy of Fine Arts is not far from home, but not close either. Xia Mian couldn't help but sigh that these kids have grown up in the blink of an eye and can now roam around on their own.
She secretly hid behind a tree and watched Chenchen enter the teaching building. After a while, the two children ran out. Chenchen rode a bike and Xiaofeng sat on the back seat of his bike and they went out of the school together.
Xia Mian took a look into the classroom and saw that the paints Xiao Feng had squeezed were lying in a mess in Ye Anran's paint box.
The tribute received at noon and the milk candies brought from home were also placed beside Ye Anran's legs.
There must be something going on here, otherwise with Chenchen's personality, he would definitely persuade Xiaofeng.
Xia Mian hurriedly chased after him on his bicycle, but was almost discovered at the school gate.
She thought the two kids had run away, so she rode her bike very fast, but she didn't expect that the two little guys were actually picking up scraps!
Chenchen pushed the bicycle, Xiaofeng's schoolbag and drawing board were fixed on the back seat, and a plastic bag was hung on the handlebar. Xiaofeng was responsible for finding things that could be sold in the trash can or on the roadside and collecting them.
When Xia Mian saw them, there were already two cans in the plastic bag.
This operation was really confusing, but the two children worked very hard, picking up trash as they walked.
The route was not off track, it was heading back home.
Just as Xia Mian thought of this, he saw two children turning into a small alley.
Xia Mian followed him and after passing through the alley, he came to a large dirt road. The door of a house on the side of the road was open, and all he could see was waste. It was obviously a waste collection station.
Finally, they arrived at their destination. Chenchen parked the car, and Xiaofeng took out the plastic bag to count the waste. They didn't go in, as if they were waiting for someone.
After Xia Mian confirmed that they were not leaving, he locked his bicycle and approached quietly. He hid in the corner of the alley and was able to hear their conversation.
Chenchen looked at their achievements and said, "Today's harvest is not bad. I wonder how Ye Anan and the others are doing."
As soon as he finished speaking, several children of different appearances came over, each carrying a nylon bag.
The leading child was wearing a hat and a scarf in late spring, wrapped up so tightly that it was hard to tell whether he was a boy or a girl. He was a little taller than Chenchen.
Next to her was a little girl of about seven or eight years old. You could tell she had pretty features, but her hair was messy and her face was dirty, like a little beggar.
The boy walking at the end was limping, a younger boy, and limping as he dragged the nylon bag.
Because of these bizarre shapes, they were followed by a group of mischievous children who shouted, "Monsters are coming!"
"The monster is coming! The ugly one is coming!"
"The monster is coming to eat people!"
One of the children who was shouting the loudest suddenly said, "Kill the monster!"
Then the children picked up stones and other things and threw them at the three children.
The beggar-like girl suddenly had a fierce look in her eyes. She picked up a big brick and threw it back, "Get out of here! I'll beat you to death!"
The children scattered like birds and beasts, but soon gathered together again, making faces and teasing them.
Chenchen and Xiaofeng hurried over to help.
Chenchen pointed at the kids and said, "If you hit anyone again, I'll get the police to arrest you!"
The children seemed a little afraid of him and did not dare to throw stones anymore.
However, a skinny, dark-skinned child suddenly rushed over and yelled as he passed the leading child, "Monster, quickly reveal your true form!"
As he said this, he pulled the hat off the child's head.
A touch of white appeared in everyone's eyes: white hair, white eyelashes, white skin...
The children screamed and laughed loudly.
Someone shouted, "Skinny Monkey, well done!"
The boy named Skinny Monkey said proudly, "Please call me Sun Wukong!"
Xia Mian stared at the girl blankly, and soon recognized that she was the girl in Ye Anran's painting "Pure White Angel" at the exhibition.
It turns out that the color wasn't strange, but that Ye Anran was painting this little girl with albinism...
So what was their relationship? Xia Mian had some vague guesses.
Over there, Xiao Feng quickly helped the albino girl put on her hat.
The lame boy asked worriedly, "Sister An Bai, are you okay?"
The little beggar-like girl rushed out like a gust of wind, threw the skinny monkey who had just been so complacent to the ground, and raised her hand to hit him.
The lame boy immediately said, "Sister An An, don't hit him, otherwise Mother Ye will have to apologize and get scolded again..."
The girl called An An immediately stopped moving. Skinny Monkey also knew her concerns and shouted, "If you dare to hit me, I will tell my mom! Tell her to go to your house to find Mother Ye!"
"Make her kowtow and apologize!"
"You dare!" An An clenched her fists in anger and trembled all over. Xia Mian felt inexplicably sad. A seven or eight-year-old child had to worry about the consequences even when trying to protect his friends and himself...
Chenchen stepped forward and patted An'an on the shoulder, "Get out of the way, let me do it."
When the skinny monkey saw Chenchen, he immediately said in a timid tone, "What are you going to do?"
Chenchen leaned over and grabbed his collar and pulled him up, then said to Xiaofeng and the others, "You go sell it first, I'll go talk to him."
After saying that, he dragged the person to the corner.
Xia Mian thought to himself, Chenchen is indeed worthy of being the male protagonist of the novel. At such a young age, he already has the aura of a domineering CEO.
After a while, the sound of skinny monkey howling was heard from the other side. Several children paused and looked over, but Xiao Feng was not affected at all.
He smiled and held up a small flower pot and said, "It's better to decorate this with some soil and plant some flowers and sell it for money than to sell junk."
Upon hearing this, the children immediately turned around and carefully put the small flower pot aside.
After making sure there was nothing usable inside, they carried the bags and approached the scrap yard.
When Chenchen finished dealing with the skinny monkey and was about to go look for them, several children came out from the yard. An Bai, a girl with albinism, counted a few banknotes and said happily, "I made three dollars and fifty cents today."
The lame boy asked, "Is this enough to buy paint for Brother Ye Ran?" He said expectantly, "It's my turn now! Draw me a Nezha wind-fire wheel!"
An Bai happily said, "Brother Qianfa said my paintings can be sold for several thousand yuan!"
"Once my paintings are sold, Brother Anran can buy a lot of paint and hold an exhibition."
"Yes, hold an art exhibition," the lame boy said excitedly, "We can make hundreds of thousands of dollars by holding an art exhibition, and Brother Anran's illness can be cured!"
An An frowned and said, "But holding an art exhibition requires many, many paintings, and a lot of paint."
Xiao Feng immediately took out a stack of paper from her schoolbag and handed it to her, "This can be used to draw ten pictures!"
An An shook her head. "My brother already suspected it last time. He said you can't find such paper in the garbage dump."
Xiao Feng was a little distressed, "What should I do? Just say I bought it with the money I earned from scavenging?"
"That's even more annoying. We haven't saved enough money for Anxin's surgery yet, and Anjie's wheelchair needs to be replaced."
Chenchen frowned worriedly, "When will you be able to save enough money like this?"
"We'll just have to wait until Brother An Ran holds his art exhibition!" the lame boy said innocently. "Brother Qian Fa said a painting at the exhibition sells for 10,000 yuan! We can just buy some more paint for Brother An Ran."
An An still frowned, "But the paint is so expensive."
This is simply a vicious circle, and Xiao Feng is a little worried.
Chenchen said depressedly, "What's wrong with your brother Anran? Why don't you accept the donation?"
He followed Zhou Xuewen all day long and knew more about these things than other children of his age.
"Donations cannot be accepted!" An Bai reacted angrily. "Those who gave money are terrible people. An Mu died because of them!"
Chenchen seemed a little puzzled, and Anan said seriously, "Anyway, you are not allowed to tell anyone about us."
"Brother An Ran won't let us ask for charity. He'll be angry!"
Xiao Feng quickly said, "I know, we didn't tell anyone."
As he was speaking, the lame boy suddenly said happily: "Brother Qianfa!"
A few children turned their heads and saw Qian Fa carrying a boy of about eleven or twelve years old on his back. When they got closer, they could see that the boy had no calves.
The lame boy looked up and asked, "Brother Anjie, did you get the money today?"
Anjie nodded happily, "It's more than twenty yuan!"
Qian Fa took out some money and proudly waved it in front of them, "I'm saving all this to buy medicine for your brother An Ran and to hold an art exhibition!"
The girl with albinism consciously handed the money she had just received to Qian Fa.
He put the money away, fished out a handful of cheap hard candies from his pocket, and gave one to each of them. "You've worked hard today."
Chenchen looked at Qianfa and couldn't help asking, "Did you take him to beg?"
Xiao Feng was also confused, "Didn't Brother An Ran forbid you from accepting charity from others?"
Qian Fa's expression suddenly changed, "Who are you?"
An Bai said, "They are Chenchen and Xiaofeng, helping us pick up scraps and sell them for money."
Qian Fa looked at the two children's clothes and frowned, "Do your parents know that you are scavenging?"
"Beating you is a small matter, but don't let it cause us trouble in the end. Go back quickly!"
Xiao Feng said calmly, "Brother, if my aunt doesn't scold me, she won't cause any trouble for you."
Chenchen also snorted coldly, "My parents won't beat me!"
"Don't worry, we won't tell the adults."
Xiao Feng nodded. "We are just friends helping each other. There is no adult donation. It won't make Brother An Ran angry."
Qian Fa seemed even more worried. "Ye Anran is absolutely crazy! He won't even let people show their love!"
Then he smiled at Xiao Feng and Chen Chen and said, "If you want to do good deeds and show your love, you can give me the money. I won't be angry."
Chenchen looked at him suspiciously, "But you don't look like a good person."
Qian Fa glared and was about to speak when a long and short whistle came from the alley.
Several people's faces changed at the same time. An An, An Bai and the others were fine. Qian Fa carried An Jie on his back and ran away. As he ran, he did not forget to warn Xiao Feng and Chen Chen, "Don't tell Ye Anran about what happened today, otherwise he might faint from anger and die."
Xiaofeng and Chenchen had long since stopped caring about him. They were busy looking for a place to hide. Ye Anran knew Xiaofeng.
Seeing them running towards where Xia Mian was hiding, Xia Mian found that he had no time to hide, so he had to take two quick steps and hide in the door of the first family behind him.
Half a minute later, Xia Mian and the two children looked at each other. She said speechlessly, "You don't have to hide so deep. Just hide in the corner and he won't see you."
Chenchen was unconvinced, "That's a diagonal alley over there. Hiding in the corner is still risky. This is the safest place."
Xiao Feng looked at Xia Mian in confusion, "Aunt, why are you here?"
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"Hey, what are you doing?" The owner came out and shouted at the three people acting suspiciously.
Xia Mian quickly apologized, "Sorry, I'm playing hide-and-seek with the kids. I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now!"
The owner obviously didn't believe them and followed them all the way out and watched them leave the alley before giving up.
Chenchen said depressedly, "You actually treat us as bad people."
Xiao Feng took Xia Mian's hand and said, "Auntie?"
"Okay," Xia Mian said helplessly, "I just want to know what you guys have been busy with recently. After all, you spend so much money, I thought you were being blackmailed."
"How could we be blackmailed?" Chenchen said disdainfully, "Aunt Mian, you look down on us too much."
Xia Mian felt that when it came to rebellion, Chenchen was more serious.
Xiao Feng didn't care about these things, and only said worriedly, "But we promised An An not to tell the adults, otherwise Brother An Ran will be angry again."
Chenchen also began to worry, "Well, he has a heart disease. If he gets angry, he has to be hospitalized. If he gets angry too much, he will die."
Xia Mian sighed and said, "Well, so I discovered this myself, not you guys told me."
"Don't worry, I won't interfere with your actions of helping your friends."
The two children's eyes lit up, and Chenchen said, "Thank you, Aunt Mian!"
Xiao Feng shook her hand happily.
Xia Mian laughed, "Okay, let's go home today!"
Chenchen also ran to push his bicycle, but when he reached the side of the road, he suddenly looked towards the diagonal alley and wondered, "Why did Qianfa get into a fight with someone?"
Xiao Feng ran over and took a look, "Brother Wei? Brother Qianfa?"
Qian Fa also saw them, twisted Wei Yuanhang and walked closer, frowning and asked, "Why are you still here?"
Xiao Feng looked at him, "Brother Qianfa, why did you arrest Brother Wei?"
Qian Fa asked, "Do you know him?"
Xiao Feng nodded, "I know him, he is my senior's student."
Qian Fa looked at Wei Yuanhang, then at Xiao Feng, obviously not quite sure what the relationship between them was.
Wei Yuanhang took advantage of the moment when his grip loosened to pull his arm free and rub it, saying, "It's my Junior Master-Master, what's wrong?!"
Xia Mian added, "He's a student at the Academy of Fine Arts, and the monitor of the class that Ye Anran attended."
Qian Fa frowned and asked, "Why are you following An Ran?" Then he came to his senses and looked at Xia Mian, "Who are you?"
Xia Mian touched Xiao Feng's head and said, "The children's parents."
Qian Fa frowned and asked warily, "What do you want?"
Xia Mian said, "Nothing, I saw the kids on the way and took them home."
"What's going on with you guys?"
Qian Fa then looked at Wei Yuanhang and said sternly, "Yes, tell me quickly, why are you following An Ran!"
Wei Yuanhang rolled his eyes, "Who wants to follow him!"
"I just can't stand him bullying Xiao Feng all the time."
"He's so shameless that he's relying on his heart disease to prevent others from doing anything to him, so he wants to talk to his family." Wei Yuanhang frowned and said, "Who would have thought it was an orphanage."
At this point, he said irritably, "Fuck, just because he's pitiful, can he do whatever he wants and lie to a child?!"
"Who are you calling shameless?" Qian said angrily, "Who are you calling lying to a child?!"
Wei Yuanhang also said angrily, "Am I wrong? Although it is pitiful that he is sick and an orphan, it is a bit too much to use this to gain sympathy."
"If you're poor, don't paint! Doesn't he have dignity by taking advantage of children to paint?"
"Who the hell are you saying has no dignity?!" Qian Fa suddenly flew into a rage and waved his hand at Wei Yuanhang, "You know nothing! What gives you the right to say that about him?"
Wei Yuanhang didn't expect Qian Fa to attack him suddenly. He was already full of anger, and after being hit, he exploded. The two of them immediately wrestled into a ball.
Xiao Feng said anxiously, "Brother Qianfa, Brother Wei! Stop fighting!"
Xia Mian stepped forward and tapped one of them on the shoulder to force them to let go, then he pushed Wei Yuanhang out and twisted Qian Fa's arm with his hand. The two of them immediately separated. Xiao Feng and Chen Chen each held one of Wei Yuanhang's legs to prevent him from moving forward.
Xiao Feng looked up and advised, "Brother Wei, don't fight."
Wei Yuanhang was afraid of hurting the two children, so he just glared at Qian Fa angrily.
Qian Fa was still cursing and struggling, but Xia Mian exerted force on his hand and he screamed in pain.
Xia Mian said, "Speak nicely and I will let you go."
Qian Fa was aware of the situation. He pursed his lips and said nothing, only looking at Wei Yuanhang fiercely with red eyes.
Wei Yuanhang glared back unwillingly.
Xia Mian stopped the staring contest between the two and asked Qian Fa, "Tell me, what's going on?"
Qian Fa said unhappily, "What's going on?"
Xia Mian said, "Ye Anran, I saw those children."
Qian Fa laughed sarcastically, "Why, you feel pity? And then?"
"Want to donate? How much can you donate? If it's less than 10,000, don't give it."
"Fuck!" Wei Yuanhang couldn't help but say, "Is it wrong to say you're shameless? You have to set a limit on the amount you donate. Maybe you deserve sympathy, but don't you feel guilty about making money by playing the victim and selling your dignity?!"
"Fuck you for trying to gain sympathy!" Qian Fa seemed to be touched by something. He suddenly threw Wei Yuanhang to the ground and punched him hard. "Fuck you for selling your dignity!"
"If they sold their dignity, how could they live like this?!" Qian Fa threw two punches and suddenly stopped, tears streaming down his face. "What gives you the right to say that about him?!"
"You know nothing..."
Wei Yuanhang, who was about to fight back, was also confused. "Just say what you want to say. Why are you crying, man?"
"I haven't even fought back yet, are you trying to scam me?"
Qian Fa got up, held his head and cried loudly like a child, which made people feel sad.
Xiao Feng and Chen Chen leaned against Xia Mian's legs, their eyes red. Wei Yuanhang lowered his voice, "Hey! Stop crying..."
Xia Mian took a deep breath and handed the handkerchief to Qian Fa, "First, tell me what happened. Is Ye Anran's heart disease incurable?"
"What the hell!" Qian Fa was so angry when he heard this that he yelled, "Ye Anran is a fucking bastard! If he wasn't sick, I would beat him up!"
"He finally managed to get a hundred thousand dollars, but he spent it all on other people and only did a checkup himself!"
"What's the point other than knowing that my days are getting shorter and shorter?!" Qian Fa said as he rubbed his eyes fiercely, but tears still flowed out uncontrollably.
He was so angry that he cursed.
Xia Mian asked, "Why don't you accept donations in the name of the orphanage?"
"Donations?" Qian Fa sneered, "Didn't you see? A dozen or so children, except An An, are all sick or disabled."
He got angry when he said this, "Fuck, those people, they despise us and want us to go to a good place, but you still pretend to be kind and righteous and pick a good place for us!"
"Knowing that Mama Ye is kindhearted, she sends all the sick and disabled people to her door! How much money can fill these holes?"
"Oh, who cares about the dinosaur patching holes? No one is donating now anyway." Qian Fa sneered, "Because Ye Anran won't let us."
"Do you know why I won't let you?" He looked up at Wei Yuanhang, probably wanting to give him a mocking smile, but when he squeezed his eyes, tears fell out again, "Just for that ridiculous dignity!"
"Those who donated large sums of money were all companies, and they brought a bunch of reporters and media with them," Qian Fa said. "Every time they took photos holding An Bai."
"Because she's the weirdest and scariest, and the photos she takes are the most eye-catching!"
"Oh, by the way, there's also Anmu. He was severely burned all over his body at the time, and he looked horribly ugly. The entrepreneur who donated 200,000 yuan had to take a photo with him in the newspaper! Otherwise, he wouldn't look like the most kind-hearted philanthropist!"
"He brought reporters and photographers with him, ignored the nurses' advice, and perfunctorily entered the intensive care unit, interviewing patients and shaking hands and taking photos."
"Anmu, who had finally made it through the critical period, was infected because of this and passed away within a few days..."
He scoffed, "Even if you leave, you'll still be called a monster!"
"Yeah, our whole yard is full of monsters. We are a monster orphanage!"
"So what are we supposed to do? We have nothing left but our fucking dignity!"
"Ye Anran set the rules: donations are allowed, but interviews and photos are not allowed."
"Guess what happened?" Qian Fa laughed sarcastically. "They really didn't donate anymore! There are so many orphanages, and it's not just us."
Xia Mian took a deep breath, suppressed the tears welling up in her eyes, and confirmed, "So, six months ago, you planned the news about the talented painter Ye Anran suffering a heart attack and dying. What was your reason for attracting attention and raising donations?"
"Of course it's because we're out of money," Qian Fa said, not knowing whether to be angry or amused. "Before I knew it, Aunt Ye picked up another little heart disease kid. He's only three years old."
"The doctor said it's a congenital heart disease, but unlike Ye Anran's, Anxin's heart disease can be cured. The younger the child, the easier it is to treat. If the surgery can be completed before the age of five, he will be just like a healthy person in the future."
Wei Yuanhang reacted, "So Ye Anran is using himself to gain sympathy and raise donations?"
"Yeah," Qian Fa said, looking completely nonchalant. "His diagnosis is out. Even with proper care, he won't live more than two years."
"I think he just doesn't want to live anymore!" Qian Fa looked at Wei Yuanhang and suddenly laughed, "You say he likes to take advantage? He has no dignity?"
"He's the only one in the family with the strongest self-esteem, okay?!" Qian Fa became increasingly angry as he thought about it, and he started cursing, "All the kids in the family are being disciplined by him."
"Don't take other people's money or use other people's things; in short, don't accept charity from others..."
"I got so angry I argued with him once, and he fainted." He said this, and gave Wei Yuanhang a self-deprecating smile. "You're right about one thing. Ye Anran is just relying on his illness to force anyone to disobey him."
"We're all orphans. We're lucky to be alive. Why do we need self-respect and dignity?"
He looked up at Wei Yuanhang, and then laughed and cried, "You said he was trying to gain sympathy and sell his dignity? In fact, it was all my doing. I used him."
"He's a man who would rather die than not protect his pitiful dignity, and he doesn't allow others to throw it away. Do you think he's a bastard?"
In fact, he no longer guards...
From the moment he used his illness as a gimmick to gain sympathy, and from the moment he silently accepted Xiao Feng's painting materials, he had already given up his dignity.
Just to protect the dignity of the remaining children.
"Fuck..." Wei Yuanhang also squatted down and buried his head in his arms, choking, "I'm sorry..."
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