Kindness came one after another. Following faith were two middle-aged men, two very special people. One had a prosthetic leg in the lower half of his right leg, and the other had an empty left arm.
The two of them were dressed very ordinarily, and their faces showed the marks of time.
They walked in front of Wen Qiao. The middle-aged man with artificial limbs had a reserved smile on his face as he brought out an old biscuit tin. you're Wen Qiao from the Central Conservatory of Music's Folk Music Department, right? "
"I am, and you are Yingluo?"
I have a band for disabled people. We will perform everywhere. I play the erhu.
The man's words seemed to contain a sense of inferiority when faced with these academic children.
This was the so-called 'Tianqiao artist' that Zhao Tong and Xu Lu looked down on.
They were just ordinary people who lived seriously.
A person who lived seriously was a great person, a person worthy of respect.
"May I know why you're looking for me?"
The man handed her the biscuit box. because we heard that your school doesn't really support your Folk Music Club, we would like to do our best to do something for the Folk Music Club. This is the income we have earned from our performances this month. We would like to donate it to you. It's just a small token of our appreciation, and we hope it can be of some help.
Wen Qiao's heart clenched and she said solemnly, " "We accept your kind intentions, but we can't accept this money. As for our concert, we currently have financial support. Thank you, thank you."
She could keep the children's pocket money, but she couldn't accept the hard-earned money earned by these disabled people.
She was touched by the suffering of all living beings.
The man was insistent. please, Wanwan, you have to accept it. We are all amateurs. What we can do for folk music is really limited. I hope you don't give up.
The academic children were the light of folk music, the future of folk music.
Wen Qiao declined. The man stuffed the box of cookies into her hands, then pulled the man beside him and turned to leave.
He was wearing a prosthetic leg and limped as he walked. He turned back and waved at Wen Qiao with a smile.
Wen Qiao held the box of biscuits and lowered her head, giving them a 90-degree bow.
To the glory of humanity.
When she turned around, she saw Chun Xiao and Lu Youyou hugging each other, tears streaming down their faces. it's so touching, so touching.
we should work harder, " Lin Xiang said with one hand in her pocket. we should live up to the expectations of the kind people.
"Good, good, good. Let's work hard together."
After that, Wen Qiao placed the piggy bank and biscuit box on her desk, constantly reminding her that there were countless young ladies like that in the country, and many folk musicians who came from unorthodox backgrounds. They saw them as a beacon of light and silently supported them behind their backs.
They must not let them down.
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There were still some bad rumors about Wen Qiao being the mastermind stubbornly lingering in the school. On one hand, it was because Fang duo was unforgiving towards Wen Qiao, and on the other hand, it was naturally because of Xu Lu.
As long as it was something that was disadvantageous to Wen Qiao, she would definitely interfere.
There were no more classes in the afternoon, so Zhao Tong went home. Xu Lu walked towards the piano room alone. As she entered the Ivory white building, a shadow suddenly flashed past her. She jumped in shock and took a closer look. It was Wen Qiao who had blocked her way.
In school, Wen Qiao had always dressed slovenly. She wore a loose-fitting long-sleeved T-shirt, wide-legged jeans, and shell shoes. She was dressed like a school bully. Just like her younger brother, she was very social.
"What are you doing?" Xu Lu still felt guilty.