Sunshine Otaku

At noon on Saturday, Peng Xiaochuan came to gather in front of the complex again wearing his Little Red Riding Hood.Today he saw Luo Fu from a distance. It was not easy to meet an acquaintance, so he hurried over to greet him: "Luo Fu, you are also in charge of leading the team today."

Today's Luo Fu is also smiling kindly, with a generous bearing. He nodded and said, "I take the lead every time I go to the nursing home to condolences. There are many elderly people there who like to practice Buddhism and enlightenment. I always have a lot to talk to them. Chat, there are also some year-end friends."

Peng Xiaochuan secretly marveled in his heart, and seeing the sun shining brightly above his head, he asked, "Are you also walking there today?"

"The nursing home is far away from the school. You have to take the bus, but you can also choose to walk. Although it is hard, it is also a rare practice."

Peng Xiaochuan quickly waved his hand: "No need, no need."

The students who participated in the activity arrived one after another. Peng Xiaochuan saw a beautiful short-haired girl walking in front of him, but it was Xie Wei. He happily called her: "Xie Wei! You are here today too."

"Peng Xiaochuan? You are also very active." Xie Wei approached and looked at his face specifically, "Is your face okay?"

Peng Xiaochuan said: "Well, good morning."

"It's fine if you're fine. You were too unlucky last time. Fortunately, nothing major happened in the end."

At this time, another group of people walked over, the leader was a teacher who led the team. Looking carefully, Song Ying was also in the team, and they must be the students of the School of Foreign Languages.

Xie Wei immediately smiled when she saw it, and waved to that side from a distance: "Song Ying!"

Song Ying also smiled at her when she heard the voice.

Now, Peng Xiaochuan thought, since the two of them are good friends, and his relationship with Xie Wei is okay, with Xie Wei as the middleman, he should be able to get close to Song Ying easily.

When a group from the School of Foreign Languages ​​came over, Xie Wei pulled Song Ying aside, and Peng Xiaochuan also greeted her with the help of Dongfeng: "Song Ying, what a coincidence, you are here today."

Song Ying was a little surprised when she saw his hat: "You belong to the Youth Association too? I haven't seen you before."

Xie Wei answered for him: "It hasn't been long since he joined, and it's normal if you haven't seen it." Then she pulled Song Ying to talk about something else: "By the way, how is the potted flower? Has it bloomed yet? ?”

Song Ying said: "No, not even a bud has grown yet."

"No way, it's already May, maybe you haven't taken care of it properly, have you watered it on time every day?"

Song Ying smiled and said, "If you can't trust me so much, why don't you take it back?"

Xie Wei also smiled: "I can trust you, of course I can trust you."

Although Peng Xiaochuan couldn't get in any words, it was always a pleasure to see two beautiful girls chatting and laughing next to him, and he really reaped the benefits. After getting on the bus, he took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the side of Xie Wei and Song Ying. behind him, and Rover sat next to him.

After sitting firmly, the bus started.There was a little bee pinned to Luo Fu's waist. At this moment, he turned on the switch, bursts of Buddhist music came from the little bee, and Luo Fu closed his eyes comfortably.

The back row of the car echoed leisurely: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time..."

Peng Xiaochuan turned his head to look at Luo Fu, then turned back silently.

After taking the bus for more than 40 minutes and walking for a while, everyone finally arrived at today's destination—Xiyanghong Nursing Home.The deputy dean and several nursing staff warmly greeted them in the yard. The old people knew that there were students coming this afternoon, so they got up from their respective rooms after lunch break and sat in the hall on the first floor.When this group of young and energetic college students walked into the hall, the old people all smiled and applauded spontaneously.

The vice president of the nursing home and the secretary of the Youth League Committee of the School of Foreign Languages ​​took turns to say a few words. Peng Xiaochuan didn't grasp the point from those clichés, so he quietly asked Xie Wei: "What can we do here specifically?"

Xie Wei obviously has a lot of experience, and told him: "Chat, tell stories, ask questions, sing and dance, the old people like to have young people to accompany them. Anyway, you treat them as your grandparents, grandparents, what do you do at home?" For them, how to treat these old people today."

"Oh." Peng Xiaochuan was taught.

Luo Fu had gone to chat with his old friend with ease, and saw that he opened the little bee on his waist again, and held the hand of a white-haired old man to chat. Eyes, a face of compassion.

Song Ying warmly greeted an old lady in a wheelchair. The old lady smiled happily, took her hand and said, "The little girl is really beautiful, and she is a college student. She is really promising. But if you say something, don't you I don’t like to hear it, girls are too old to get married after finishing college.”

The aunt next to Xie Wei was not so gentle, she squinted her eyes at an old lady in red dress not far away, and complained to Xie Wei: "Look, how old are you, and you are still wearing a red suit?" As for the skirt, every time there is any activity, she dances the most, and usually hooks up with the old man everywhere. If you want me to say it, it’s called Lao Lai Sao.”

Peng Xiaochuan sat next to an old man. Seeing that the old man was about the same age as his grandfather, he felt kind in his heart, and said, "Hello, old man, what would you like to talk about today?"

"What to talk about, just talk about it." The uncle just woke up from a nap and yawned, "You college students are quite caring. You are so nervous about studying and you take the time to visit us. In the past, people from the community came to express their condolences, and they were more down-to-earth. , I bring a lot of fruit milk and health products every time I come.”

Peng Xiaochuan had no choice but to say: "Master, I'm sorry, we are all quite poor."

The old man waved his hand indifferently and said, "Young man, please sing me a song."

"I do not know how to sing."

"Then give me a dance."

Peng Xiaochuan weighed it: "Master, I'd better sing for you."

The last time Yang Can sang a few lines of "The Internationale" to encourage Peng Xiaochuan when he went to the playground in the rain. Unexpectedly, this song was really brainwashing, and Peng Xiaochuan has been circulating in his brain recently. Now that he wants to sing, his first reaction is to open his mouth and sing To: "Arise, hungry and cold slaves. Arise, sufferers of the world..."

The uncle was not satisfied with it, so he interrupted him: "No, you sing too softly, this song can't be sung like this, you have to be a little more passionate, show your momentum."

Peng Xiaochuan had no choice but to start all over again. He sank into his dantian, and showed the momentum of reading aloud every morning: "Arise, slaves suffering from hunger and cold! Arise, suffering people all over the world!"

The uncle was very satisfied this time, he showed his face and laughed, and sang along: "The blood in my heart is already boiling, and I must fight for the truth!"

The aunt next to Xie Wei heard it, and came over with bright eyes: "Hey, Lao Liu, you are singing "The Internationale". When I was young, our trade union organized everyone to sing this whenever there was an event."

Uncle Liu was in high spirits, clapping time in his hand, and proudly said to his aunt: "The old world will be destroyed, slaves get up!"

The aunt immediately continued: "Don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world!"

The aunt's voice was loud and contagious, and the voice was howled immediately, and the old men and women in the hall sang together: "This is the final struggle, unite until tomorrow!"

The scene was out of control, and now all the old people became irritable, clapping their hands, knocking on the table, even Luo Fu's old friends abandoned Buddha music and joined the chorus, Uncle Liu was even more excited, and stood up to learn The protagonist in the model play made a gesture of holding the sky with one hand, and sang loudly: "International Xiong Neil, it must be realized!"

Peng Xiaochuan looked up at him, he was dumbfounded, and the other students were also dumbfounded.At this time, a bald man grabbed a sheet from a passing nurse, waved it vigorously and shouted: "Proletarians of the world, unite!"

Another uncle yelled at him: "Old Wangtou, what you are raising is a white flag!"

There was laughter in the hall, and the louder and louder singing made the hall completely boil.

The old people were all immersed in this sudden carnival, reminiscing about their fiery young years with passionate old songs, and the young people applauded and applauded especially.This group of proletarians in the face of health and time are already in the state of the setting sun, but they are unwilling to grow old and chase the sun, as if they can really resist and win something by uniting. The old people finally repeated the climax of the song loudly: " This is the final struggle, unite until tomorrow! International, it must be realized!"

At the end of the song, the applause lasted for a long time. The Secretary of the Youth League Committee of the School of Foreign Languages ​​said excitedly: "Students, old friends, I am very touched! This is a very educational lesson. Both young and old are here. The "Internationale" resonated deeply, which is the inheritance of the revolutionary spirit! It reminds us to never forget our original intention! As long as we, the proletariat, unite, we will win the great victory of socialism with Chinese characteristics in the new era!"

Peng Xiaochuan seemed to understand, but at this moment, he only heard the Secretary of the Youth League Committee say: "The student who sang "The Internationale" first, we applaud him too!"

There was thunderous applause all around, and lively boys whistled towards Peng Xiaochuan. Peng Xiaochuan accepted everyone's applause at a loss. He didn't know how he had become the situation just now after he only sang two lines of the song.Song Ying witnessed the whole process from the side, and she couldn't stop laughing at this moment: "Peng Xiaochuan, you are really amazing."

"Ah, hehehe." Peng Xiaochuan scratched his head, blushed, and smirked awkwardly.Although it was inexplicable, Song Ying was amused again this time, maybe it could leave a good impression on her.

The students made a fuss in the nursing home all afternoon. In the evening, the condolence activity was finally coming to an end, and the old people reluctantly bid farewell to the young people.Peng Xiaochuan was very satisfied with his performance today. He not only chatted with Uncle Liu all afternoon, but also had a lot of conversations with Song Ying, and the relationship between the two got closer.

If Yang Can reported what happened this afternoon, he would definitely praise himself again.Peng Xiaochuan thought happily on the return bus.

Peng Xiaochuan was about to get off at the stop before the university. When he arrived at the stop, he moved towards the back door with difficulty. When he passed by Xie Wei, she gently pulled him.

Peng Xiaochuan looked at her.

Xie Wei whispered in his ear: "Peng Xiaochuan, you like Song Ying, right?"

Peng Xiaochuan panicked for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Xie Wei smiled meaningfully, and put her lips next to his ear: "You'd better give up, it's up to you, you can't handle her."