born stubborn

Coming out of the hospital, Yuan Yang and Liang Yue were silent, especially Yuan Yang.

As the saying goes, a good horse must also meet a real Bole. During the two years when he was depressed, although Li Xinze didn't care much for him, he never gave up on him.

Even not long ago, Li Xinze ordered him and Liang Yue to apply for the Nanying Academy of Fine Arts.

In a sense, it is also the greatest affirmation and encouragement to them.

What is spoken in words is encouragement, but what is actually done is trust.

"When you are training, you must be together."

This sentence resounded in his mind over and over again, and Li Xinze seemed to have a foresight, and it was actually confirmed invisibly.

Yuan Yang clenched his fist and glanced at Liang Yue beside him.

The cold air in the cold night of late autumn became heavier, and a ball of white air drifted across Liang Yue's silent face.

Yuan Yang stretched out his hand, touched Liang Yue's hand, held it, but found that Liang Yue's palm, which was always warm, was actually colder than his.

People who have no one to take care of them just don't know how cold it will be in the morning and evening, and they don't say to wear more clothes.

Yuan Yang was so distressed that he simply held both of his hands in his palms, put them to his mouth and breathed out.

"Liang Yue, it's cold, should you wear long johns?"

Liang Yue didn't take Yuan Yang's thoughtful care seriously, but looked at him silently for a while, and suddenly asked him: "Yuan Yang, shall we raise donations for Mr. Li?"

"Fundraising?" Yuan Yang was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Liang Yue to be silent all the way, so he was thinking about this.

Fundraising sounds great, but when you do it...how do you do it?

"Through the school or spread to the media? How much can you donate? Can the school agree..."

"How do you know if you don't try?" Liang Yue interrupted Yuan Yang's doubts in a deep voice, "You can't just watch and do nothing, right?"

Yuan Yang frowned, nodded and said, "I was wrong, you are right!"

The two returned to Xia Weichu's house, quickly finished their homework, found a thick diary, and started to make a fundraising plan.

Yuan Yang has never planned any activities, and Liang Yue has no experience in this area.

The two of them were still high school students after all, so they racked their brains to list everything they could think of and what they needed to prepare in the diary.

A bank card to transfer and store all donations received.

In the diary, the donation information should be written down one by one.

All places where information can be released on the Internet media, Yuan Yang is responsible for the unified release.

Liang Yue mainly mobilized the school and all the connections he knew.

The next day, Liang Yue brought an empty milk box from home, and carefully pasted it with two pieces of red paper, leaving a hole in the middle.

Yuan Yang flicked his ink-soaked brush, and wrote two large characters of steel spirit, asking for donations.

The preparatory work is thus over.

In the first step, they plan to do it in Class 7 of the United States.

As soon as the morning class was over, Liang Yue stopped the students who were going to eat.

The red box for fundraising was poked on the podium, and Liang Yue gave full play to his advantages as a master speaker, and talked about the specific things with eloquence.

At the end, I added a sentence, "Not forced, but voluntary."

The results were unexpected.

None of the students went up to donate.

Because, everyone was lying on the desk and crying.

Liang Yue was so depressed. He just added some sensational content, but he didn't expect the effect to be so powerful. The whole class was thrown down on the desk, unable to lift their heads.

Yuan Yang couldn't stand it any longer, stood up quickly, and shouted angrily, "Weeping!"

The students hurriedly raised their heads, not daring to cry anymore, so they lined up one by one to collect donations.

Liang Yue frowned and looked at the red cardboard boxes, ten yuan, twenty, one hundred, three hundred...

There are also those who forcefully stuff meal cards and mobile phones into the holes.

No way, the family conditions of the students are different. For some students, the meal card and mobile phone are all his belongings.

Liang Yue carefully counted the money that was donated in the end, and the total was more than 700, which was less than [-], not even enough to buy half a medicine.

It doesn't matter, this is only one class, Nanying No. [-] Middle School has dozens of classes from senior one to senior three.

After calculation, it should not be a problem to donate a total of [-] yuan.

But the problem is that they have no acquaintances in other classes except the 6th class of music, the 8th class of physical education and the 3rd general class.

Liang Yue couldn't care so much anymore, so he called Yang Wei over first.

"Why?" Yang Wei looked at Liang Yue with a serious face in confusion.

"Give me all the money you have with you." Liang Yue went straight to the point.

"Fuck. Are you going to rob?" Yang Wei smiled without looking outside, "Brother, money is tight recently, and I don't have any cents. I'm going to kill myself!"

"Hurry up." Liang Yue explained to Yang Wei, while searching Yang Wei directly.

I searched all the wallets and pockets, and found a total of more than 1000 yuan.

Liang Yue unceremoniously threw them all into the donation box.

"Fuck!" Yang Wei was about to cry, "I finally got this little from my dad, and if you want to buy a gift for your squad leader, I'll let you give it to..."

"Tell your dad, the money has been used to serve the people." Liang Yue replied to him, and left with the donation box in hand.

"Hey Liang Yue, Liang Yue, is what you said true?"

Yang Wei chased Liang Yue to the door of the classroom, where he met Hao Tian.

"Dead Winter Melon, have you donated money?" Hao Tian saw Yang Wei, and asked to withdraw the money directly.

Only then did Yang Wei believe that Liang Yue really didn't lie to him, and slapped Hao Tian's chest vigorously.

"Of course I donated, can I not donate? I volunteered to donate more than 1000."

"You're smart!" Hao Tian finally looked at Yang Wei pleasingly, and said with a smile, "Come on, follow me."

"Oh, me?" Yang Wei was taken aback, and looked around. Hao Tian meant that it was right to let him follow, "You want me to follow you?"

"Are you going or not?" Hao Tian stared.

"Go, go." Yang Wei was so excited that he almost bumped against the wall, "Where are we going?"

"Go to your sports class 8 to collect donations. If anyone doesn't donate, you will beat him up." Hao Tian joked.

"That's cool!" Yang Wei led Hao Tian back to class 8 in a pissed manner.

Here, Liang Yue went to Pu Gaolou again to find his original class, Class 3 Pu.

As soon as Liang Yue entered, he was surrounded by his former classmates.

Everyone surrounded Liang Yue from three floors to three floors, asking him how he felt after the shift, and whether he thought about going back to Balabala.

Liang Yue responded casually, and first called Ding Yuanyuan out of the classroom.

After explaining the whole story, Ding Yuanyuan was shocked. She did not expect Liang Yue and Yuan Yang to raise money for her uncle.

As Li Xinze's niece, of course she immediately agreed to assist Liang Yue.

Liang Yue successfully raised 3 yuan in Class 4000.

Then he went back to Yigao Building, Benyin Class 6 went to find his cousin Bai Binghong.

On the other hand, Yuan Yang found an Internet cafe, and sent the news of calling for donations on all the publishing platforms he could think of.

The two of them were busy with their own tasks, and neither of them was idle during a noon, and they didn't even have time to eat.

After school, a few helping classmates accompanied them to stay in the classroom and carefully calculated the accounts.

The bank card plus cash totaled more than 3 yuan.

In half a day, more than 3 yuan was raised just by mobilizing the student power of four or five classes, which is already quite remarkable.

However, Liang Yue still felt that more than 3 yuan, but two or three medicines, could only exchange for Li Xinze's ease for a month, which was a drop in the bucket.

Liang Yue decided to find Chen Xing, mobilize bands of all sizes, and hold several charity performances.

Whatever they could think of, they did.

The information Yuan Yang posted on the Internet also attracted the attention of many people.

Bank cards appeared one after another, and unrelated social figures made free donations.

This fundraising activity finally alarmed the school leaders, the city newspaper, and some relief organizations, and established more grand fundraising channels.

For a while, the name of Li Xinze's son, Li Han, spread throughout Nanying City and some online media.

The simple fundraising activity planned by Yuan Yang and Liang Yue unexpectedly turned out to be like an erupting flood, and it became bigger and bigger, far exceeding their expectations.

In just three or four days, their bank card alone had hundreds of thousands of donations.

Yuan Yang himself said that thinking and doing have never been the same thing, and now, he deeply understands the meaning of this sentence.

If things are not done, nothing more than a blank.

Try to do it, good or bad will have different results.

When Yuan Yang and Liang Yue brought the bank card and the diary that recorded the source of each fund, they sent it to the hospital.

Li Han twitched uncontrollably just now, lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, panting weakly for breath.

Li Xinze and his wife didn't have time to feel sad, they hurriedly helped the nurse take care of the child.

Li Han couldn't even open his eyes, he scratched feebly on the snow-white sheet with his immature hands, and muttered something.

Li Xinze leaned down and listened carefully to his mouth, only then did he hear clearly that the child was asking for his permission.

Just like when other children don't know right or wrong, they will ask their parents, Dad, can I play with this toy?

But his good son Li Han was asking him, "Father, I can, is it dead?"

"No! Dad disagrees!"

Li Xinze forced himself to respond, covered his face and knelt in front of the hospital bed, silently shrugging his shoulders.

Liang Yue quietly put the bank card and diary on the small table beside him, and pulled Yuan Yang away quickly.

They didn't dare to stay for another minute, for fear that they would cry together if they couldn't help it.

Life does not win sympathy because of fragility, but because frail life is still strong, it makes people respect.

On the street at night, the wind is getting colder and colder.

The two hugged each other tightly and walked together, feeling the warmth brought by each other.

"Yuan Yang, are you out of money?"

Liang Yue put his arms behind his back, wrapping around Yuan Yang's waist.

Yuan Yang's waist seems to be thinner than his, but his shoulders are wider than his. You can't tell it when you wear a school uniform, but you can only know it when you hug him.

Yuan Yang's arm was on Liang Yue's shoulder.

He felt that Liang Yue should be shorter, or he should be taller, so that it would be more comfortable to hold his shoulders.

Helplessly, Liang Yue was on par with him. Although his arms seemed a little overhead, he still wanted to hold him like this.

"It's gone. The living expenses that my mother called me this month, as well as the money I saved before, total four to five thousand, and they're all transferred to that card."

"You didn't write your name?" Liang Yue turned to ask him.

Yuan Yang smiled and said, "Didn't you write your name? How much did you donate?"

Liang Yue squeezed his lower back smoothly, "It's not much, I'll just transfer it to the card."

"We are indeed a couple, and we have become more and more in harmony."

Yuan Yang smiled, retracted his arms again, and hugged Liang Yue tighter.

In fact, Liang Yue was uncomfortable hugging Yuan Yang, he always felt that his posture should be reserved for girls only.

The more I thought about it, the more awkward I felt, and I couldn't help making a comment, "Yuan Yang, let's change our positions?"

"Huh?" Yuan Yang looked at him amusedly, "Isn't that good? Change it, let's do it."

"No, why do you hug my shoulders and I hug your waist?" Liang Yue pushed Yuan Yang away with his hands, "Give me a reason."

Yuan Yang couldn't help but smile, "Is there even a need to ask? Because I'm taller than you."

"Who is taller?" Liang Yue smiled unconvinced, "You are fucking at my front table, who do you think is taller?"

"I'm tall!" Yuan Yang emphasized it affirmatively.

"Who's taller?" Liang Yue pointed at him and raised his voice, "I'll tell you again who's taller, out of conscience?"

"Cake, is it alright?" Yuan Yang replied wittily.

Liang Yue rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Okay, let's find a witness later, and compare who is the idiot between the two of us."

This is the first time for Yuan Yang to send Liang Yue home, because the hospital is not far from Liang Yue's home, and it is only a short walk along the way.

The community where Liang Yue's family lives is an iconic community with prosperous real estate development in Nanying City.

Yuan Yang remembered Xia Weichu said that Liang Yue's mother is a real estate developer, so it's not surprising that he can live in such a community.

The house type is very generous, with four bedrooms and one living room, and a single living room has an area of ​​one hundred and eighty square meters.

Including a few bedrooms with private bathrooms, Liang Yue's home is at least two to three hundred square meters.

Xia Weichu's house is a loft, and Yuan Yang is used to living there, so he didn't think it was too big.

But after entering Liang Yue's house, Yuan Yang's eyes suddenly brightened, and he deeply realized what a rich man's big house is.

However, in such a big house, there was no movement at all.

It was not until they entered the door that Liang Yue turned on the first light in the darkness.

The furnishings in the room are reasonable and clean, but it feels cold and empty.

Let Liang Yue's voice come in empty, it seems a bit cautious.

At the entrance of the kitchen, next to the large double-door refrigerator, there was a stack of cartons of milk.

Because of Yuan Yang's presence, Liang Yue didn't turn on the TV, but took out two bags of milk from the box.

He nimbly held one bag in his mouth, and threw the other to Yuan Yang behind him.

"Wait." Yuan Yang took a step forward, stretched out his hand to grab the milk from Liang Yue's mouth, frowned and said, "It's so cold, I'll get sick after drinking it."

"I'm used to it," Liang Yue smiled nonchalantly, "If you're afraid of the cold, go to the kitchen to warm it up."

"I'll go to heat it up, you can drink it later."

Yuan Yang threw the schoolbag to Liang Yue and went to the kitchen by himself.