Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

"It's so touching, really, so touching." The principal burst into tears, and he tightly covered Yang Yunting's hands, "Thank you for letting us hear Mr. Wang's heartfelt words, listening to you is better than reading ten years of books, grateful."

"Yeah, I was shocked too." Yang Yunting's mood was very complicated.

"Is there anyone in Pingcheng who doesn't know that Wang Miao is shameless? Is there anyone in Pingcheng who doesn't know that Wang Miao is addicted to love? Is there anyone in Pingcheng who doesn't know that Wang Miao's skills are superb? Who in Pingcheng doesn't know that Wang Miao is cheap? I don't know that Wang Miao is so vain." Yang Yunting looked at the shining boy on the stage and asked himself silently.

"Yes, everyone knows." Yang Yunting smiled.

"But who in Pingcheng knows that Wang Miao is shameless because in his situation, shameless happens to be his most shameless behavior, but who in Pingcheng knows that Wang Miao is behind Fengyue's back because There is a life behind him waiting for him to save, but who in Pingcheng knows how much pain and humiliation he has to suffer, how much despair he has tasted, how many tossing and turning nights he has to endure before he can be praised by others, but who in Pingcheng knows , He was forced into a desperate situation by one person after another, and one thing after another, but who in Pingcheng knew that he spent every penny he earned in the bright world because of his fame." Yang Yunting After listening to Wang Miao's speech, he gave himself an answer, which was easily overlooked by everyone, but it was absolutely correct.

No one will know, and no one will know, this is Wang Miao, he left a piece of chicken feathers, people want to spit him when they see him. Many people are hesitant in front of the copper and iron walls, but only when they break into this bunker with a mortal heart, will they realize that there are no live ammunition in the bunker, and some are just flower beds full of delicate red flowers. And the more you go in, the more colorful it becomes.

Yes, it is colorful and very dazzling, and there is a red, fiery, soft heart beating powerfully. Every time it beats, it is like a yellow bell, it is deafening, and all the bad things will be washed away in front of such a sound. That was Wang Miao's stubborn cry, a cry mixed with blood and tears.

Yang Yunting suddenly remembered that many years ago, he had clicked into Wang Miao's circle of friends after he first passed Wang Miao's WeChat friend request. Under one marketing advertisement after another, he saw the only one posted by Wang Miao that was related to himself. The picture is clean and tidy about the relevant news, a very shy smiling boy is at the seaside, the sea is behind him, he is wearing a white shirt, black shorts, bare feet, holding a pair of shoes in his hand, the sky Miles are like washing.

"I believe that all the bleak futures are just stuck in place and far from reaching the end." -Wang Miao's accompanying text.

Gentle, clean, powerful, this is Yang Yunting's evaluation of Wang Miao when he saw this circle of friends for the first time, and after that, every time there is a bad rumor about Wang Miao on his mobile phone, Yang Yunting will feel like a stick in his throat , These things will crush Wang Miao and make Wang Miao lose color, but he can't do anything at that time.

This is the most painful thing in the world. You want to help, but there is nothing you can do, but there is nothing you can do.

So when the news of Wang Miao's illness was transmitted to Yang Yunting through Nanxun, Yang Yunting felt a little relieved. Let Wang Miao fulfill his wish and let him pass away. A crown of thorns, crowned on Wang Miao's head, just like Jesus, the crucifixion is for the redemption of the world, to wash away the sins of the world.

Wang Miao did it too. He gave Yan Jiaming a new life, extended his aunt's life, saved Jiang Lin, and awakened Fu Xizhou, but at the cost of himself, this young man accomplished this with extraordinary endurance. One job after another, one thing after another, he didn't have to carry all these things on his shoulders originally, but he still firmly carried these burdens and moved forward.

If he could, he was his Jesus, and he himself was his disciple.

With this in mind, Yang Yunting walked in front of Wang Miao, he opened his arms and looked up at the young man on the stage, and said softly and softly, "Jump, I will follow."

Wang Miao smiled, and really jumped down on the stage. He fell into a warm embrace. Wang Miao let out a long breath. This kind of feeling of not being deceived by others and sitting on the ground, but It was really great. Yang Yunting took the microphone in Wang Miao's hand and turned on the button, and then pressed it to his lips. He asked, "I want to know, how many of the students here have received student grants?"

"A lot, I'm very gratified, really gratified. Having such a result shows Mr. Wang's hard work. Mr. Wang's kindness has not been let down or wasted. Everyone applaud Mr. Wang, okay?" Yang Yunting looked at the already standing The students who got up asked.

"Next, I want to say one thing. Originally, Mr. Wang didn't want to tell everyone about this matter, but whether as a bystander or a former player in the game, my conscience does not allow me to continue to hide it like this. I think everyone has heard about it. There is a word that says that those who hold wages for everyone should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow." Yang Yunting choked up a little rarely.

"..." Wang Miao frowned. He seemed to know what Yang Yunting was going to say. He stood on tiptoe and wanted to cover Yang Yunting's mouth. The young man lowered his voice and said, "Stop talking, Yang Yunting. Sir, shut up now!"

"Mr. Wang is currently suffering from leukemia, which is very serious. The best way is hematopoietic stem cells, but the hope is slim. Until today, I have seen new hope." Yang Yunting easily held Wang Miao in his arms, and he looked around at the Students, "I would like to ask everyone, please go to the hospital to do a blood type match with Mr. Wang, please everyone, please everyone."

"Is there such a thing?" The headmaster seemed very anxious.

"Ah, yes..." Wang Miao looked embarrassed, he patted his head, "Actually, it's not very serious."

"How can that be done? You are also a student of our school. As a teacher, I would like to say a few words to you. You may not hide your illness from medical treatment. I will organize activities immediately. You are from Wutong City. We cannot look at people who have made contributions to us." In a desperate situation, what Mr. Yang said is right, those who hold a salary should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow." The principal patted Wang Miao on the shoulder.

What happened next was beyond Nanxun's expectation. A group of people rushed to the hospital. The clinics where Nanxun was located were almost crowded and couldn't even keep the door open. There were men and women who rolled up their sleeves as soon as they entered the door, clamoring for a blood draw. .

"Who are you?" Nan Xun quickly stood up, thinking that this is not a dispute between doctors and patients. With his small body, the saliva of these people can drown him.

"Are you Dr. Nan? We are friends of Mr. Wang. I heard from our son that Mr. Wang was seriously ill. I brought our son with me. My crops have not been selling well these years. The poor can’t afford to eat. If there is no fund from Mr. Wang, my son may really drop out of school. I’ll just farm with me in this life. Thanks to Mr. Wang, our family can eat meat, and so can our children. We have studied steadily, we have received Mr. Wang's kindness, so we can't be white-eyed wolves, and we can't help Mr. Wang with farming, but even if we have the strength, I am not afraid of pain, so you can twitch Well, I can't do it and I have my son!" The middle-aged man said carelessly, he took a child in his arms behind him, and said: "Yes, my son."

"Well, you can smoke it. My family is not compatible with Mr. Wang's blood type. There are still people behind and on the way. There will always be one who can match Mr. Wang's blood type. You can start." His eyes are full of light.

"Thank you, thank you." Nan Xun couldn't think of what to say for a moment. As the saying goes, there is no filial son before a long-term hospital bed, let alone a doctor. Thinking of this time his heart was still warmed by the enthusiasm of these folks and elders, he put his hands together on his forehead and bowed, "Thank you, really thank you, I will leave Mr. Wang's illness to you."

"It's nothing to worry about, I'll come first!" The middle-aged man glanced at the nurse, he sat in front of the nurse, rolled up his sleeves, put one arm on his arm, and clutched his trouser leg nervously with the other hand, "Little girl, why don't you just come here?" Come on, smoke as much as you want."

"My father is dizzy with blood." The boy whispered to the nurse sister.

"Come on, folks and elders, everyone, come and listen to me." Nan Xun collected his mood, then he clapped his hands to attract the volunteers' attention, and he put his hands around his mouth as a horn, "Line up, I will thank Mr. Wang first Everyone, please fill out the form first, and the hospital will contact the right person after screening, thank you, thank you.”

The consulting room was once again full of voices.

"You are saved, do you still want to be cured this time?" Yang Yunting patted Wang Miao's shoulder.

"Think about it, really think about it, this world is so beautiful." Wang Miao stood side by side with Yang Yunting at the end of the corridor wearing a mask. He looked at the people who kept coming up, his brows and eyes crooked with a smile.

"Back then I broke my promise and didn't save your aunt. This time, no matter what I say, I have to erase your name on the book of life and death of King Yan." Yang Yunting pushed his sunglasses, saying to himself.

"It's okay, I don't blame you for what happened to my aunt, everyone has their own fate, you and Dr. Nan have tried your best, I am very grateful to you, because you are the first one I saw who didn't threaten me, but frankly made a deal with me, Besides, you also did justice for me, didn't you, no matter how you look at it, I owe you more." Wang Miao patted Yang Yunting's arm, "I have a good impression of you, really, if you are not married, Maybe I'll pursue you again."

"Hahaha, I am ashamed to be your father, but it is not impossible to be your father. Although I am young, I am not a few years younger than your father." Yang Yunting rubbed Wang Miao's head and smiled, " How do you think about it?"

"You are as shameless as I am. I think it is outrageous for me to chase you. You still want to be my father?" Wang Miao spat and cursed, "You fucking Stop rubbing, I'm going bald now!"

[The author has something to say: The article was re-edited at the request of the editor. 】