I'm jealous, but I don't say

In a blink of an eye, the ground was full of people lying in disorder, all with bruised noses and swollen faces, grinning in pain.

The boy who was "stalked" by Zhang Weiqing and dragged to the ground, unable to get up, was dumbfounded when he saw this tragic scene.

The boy stopped struggling, Zhang Weiqing stopped his hands belatedly, turned around and looked at the miserable situation on the ground, he was so shocked that he couldn't even speak, "This, this..."

Shen Song condescendingly looked at Jiang Hao who was curled up in pain on the ground, and said indifferently: "Are you still fighting?"

Jiang Hao stared at Shen Song with staring eyes, but couldn't say a word, full of unwillingness and hidden fear.

At this moment, he was really scared.

The person in front of him looks handsome and well-behaved, and looks easy to bully, but unexpectedly he is an out-and-out werewolf.

"I warned you a long time ago, don't bother me anymore. Unfortunately, you can't understand human speech, so you have to force me to do it." Shen Song chuckled mockingly, "Now you should be able to listen."

Jiang Hao gritted his teeth tightly and kept silent.

Shen Song raised his eyes, his cold gaze swept over everyone's miserable and embarrassed faces one by one, his voice was as cold as ice, "This time is just a small lesson, next time you will not be so lucky."

The group of people who are usually the most arrogant and domineering are actually all silent at this moment, and some people even lowered their eyes silently, not daring to look directly at the eyes full of coercion.

Shen Song picked up the schoolbags of the two, patted the ashes, and handed them to Gu Chengye, then walked up to Zhang Weiqing who was still in a daze, and stretched out his hand to him, the expression on his face returned to the usual calm and innocent, "Can you still stand up?"

Zhang Weiqing seemed to have just woken up from a dream, let go of the boy, and subconsciously passed his hand to Shen Song.

Shen Song pulled him up from the ground with force.

"Thank you, thank you." Zhang Weiqing managed to stand still, met Gu Chengye's cold gaze unexpectedly, and couldn't help but flinch.

"Let's go." Shen Song turned around and walked towards the entrance of the alley first.

Gu Chengye put his schoolbag loosely on his shoulders, and strode away side by side with him.

Zhang Weiqing was a little worried, frowned and turned his head three times a step, seeing the crowd struggling to get up, then speeding up their pace in fear to catch up with Shen Song and Gu Chengye.

The three sat down on the park bench next to the school, and Shen Song handed Zhang Weiqing the medicine he had just bought.

Zhang Weiqing was taken aback for a moment, then felt the pain belatedly, reached out to touch the cheekbones and the corners of the mouth, and couldn't help but gasped.

It was Shen Song and Gu Chengye who fought, but in the end their handsome faces were not at all damaged, but he was "gloriously" injured due to accidental injury, Zhang Weiqing suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Shen Song sighed, "Forget it, let me help you."

"Ah?" Zhang Weiqing raised his head subconsciously, before seeing the situation in front of him clearly, he saw Gu Chengye slashing at him, so frightened that he quickly lowered his eyes again, took the medicine in Shen Song's hand, and said stumblingly: "I, I'll do it myself."

While speaking, Zhang Weiqing took out his mobile phone from his pocket and used it as a mirror for himself.

After a brief moment of silence, Shen Song suddenly said calmly, "Why help me so desperately?"

Hearing this, Zhang Weiqing paused, bit his lips nervously, and asked hesitantly after a long while, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

A thought flashed in Shen Song's mind without warning, he looked at Zhang Weiqing silently, his expression became a little unpredictable.

Zhang Weiqing knew that he was so smart that he should have already guessed something. Seeing that he did not refuse, he said frankly: "The reason why I help you so much is because of Mr. Shen Hongcheng."

Shen Song still didn't say a word, and the indifferent look on his face didn't change much.

Zhang Weiqing quickly sorted out his thoughts, and continued: "I told you before that I also studied in this school. You are so smart, you should be able to tell at a glance that I am different from other students here."

"I come from a remote mountain village in the southwest. When I was a child, my family was so poor that I couldn't even afford food. I picked up the kind of clothes that no one wanted. There is only one elementary school in Baxiang, and the second and third grades are crowded in the same class. class here."

"At that time, someone asked me if I wanted to go outside the mountain. I shook my head, because I couldn't imagine how beautiful the world outside the mountain was. At that time, my only dream was to eat enough and wear warm clothes."

"Until the appearance of a person completely changed my fate."

"If it wasn't for him, the farthest place I've traveled in my life might be from this mountain to that mountain."

"But in fact, I have only seen him once. To be precise, I was only in the auditorium of the auditorium, watching him from a distance on the rostrum drawing a blueprint for people like me to dream."

Zhang Weiqing seems to be caught in some kind of memory, and he said, "About 12 years ago, the state called for educational resources to be allocated to poor areas, and all major, middle and primary schools in China responded. Unfortunately, many schools just shouted slogans and pretended , better, organize everyone to donate money and materials.”

"And he is one of the few people who does this seriously."

"Under his arrangement, the school formulated a series of detailed plans, including donations of money and materials, volunteer teaching, one-on-one assistance, etc. And I am the lucky one supported by this plan, including me Every year, about dozens of students from remote areas enter this school that many people dream of for free."

Zhang Weiqing looked a little excited, "Here, not only do I have free books to study, free board and lodging guarantee my life, the school even sends me to study abroad for free."

Shen Song listened silently, with a sad expression on his face, as if his thoughts were pulled back many years ago.

His mother was also born in such a remote mountain village.

However, compared with poverty, the extreme patriarchal concept is even more disgusting.

At that time, my mother had just finished elementary school, and my grandparents did not allow my mother to go to school, but asked her to help with farm work at home.

Because my mother is very smart and willing to endure hardships, she was always No. 1 in the exams. The school teachers and neighbors felt it was a pity, and they persuaded the grandparents to let my mother go back to school to continue her studies.

It's useless to say it anyway, and the grandparents disagreed with black faces.

In the end, it was everyone who saw my mother as a little girl was pitiful, so she managed to scrape together some money and give it to her grandparents, who reluctantly agreed with her to continue her studies.

My mother is as diligent and studious as ever, and her academic performance has always ranked first in her age.

It's a pity that after finishing junior high school, my grandparents refused to let my mother go to school, and it was useless to persuade her.

Even though the school managed to waive the mother's tuition and accommodation fees, in the eyes of the grandparents, if the mother went to school, there would be one less person in the family to work. The house is good for my son to marry a wife in the future.

My mother escaped from home, alone, with a little travel expenses chipped in by a few well-meaning teachers, fled from the village to the county seat, and then fled to the next county seat, working part-time while supporting her education.

Relying on tenacious willpower, my mother was finally admitted to a university, and even got a place for studying abroad on a government sponsorship.

When studying abroad, my mother met my father.

Later, when my mother became a teacher, she spent at least half of her salary every month to help those students from poor families in the school, and my father also donated money to the Hope Project on a monthly basis.

He still remembers that his father often said to him at that time: "I hope that in this world, all children can have food to eat, books to read, and suffer less."

He also often told him, "No matter when, you and your father must always put your mother first, don't make her angry, let alone let her suffer a little bit of grievance, your mother has eaten too much food before. bitter."

Zhang Weiqing was immersed in the past world, did not notice the subtle changes in Shen Song's expression, and his tone suddenly became low, "The other school directors have always disagreed with this charity plan that has no return, and it is Mr. A decision was made."

He sighed heavily, "It's a pity that this plan only lasted for three short years. After Mr. Shen withdrew from the operation of Shen's Group, other school managers immediately suspended this plan. Chen Junshan and the others are the The last beneficiaries of the scheme."

Hearing this, Shen Song withdrew from his past memories, and listened carefully to Zhang Weiqing's continued explanation: "In addition, most of the school directors not only want to suspend this project, they also plan to send all of us, one or two hundred people, back home. .”

Speaking of this, he looked at Gu Chengye with gratitude, "In the end, it was classmate Gu's father who stood up to speak for us, and the other school managers were forced to make concessions."

After telling the story of the past, Zhang Weiqing let out a sigh of relief.

After a brief moment of silence, he looked firmly into Shen Song's eyes and said gratefully: "Without Mr. Shen, I would not be who I am now. Although I don't have much contact with Mr. Shen, I believe he must He is a man worthy of all respect."

Shen Song didn't speak, but under the calm expression, there seemed to be strange emotions surging silently.But he hid it so well that people couldn't see what he was thinking.

Zhang Weiqing didn't say anything more, and smiled sincerely: "Anyway, I'm very happy to meet you, and very happy to be able to help you. Now, I want to do my best to help you, not only because of Mr. Shen , but also because I want to see you realize your dream of becoming an outstanding astrophysicist."

"Thank you for your kindness." Shen Song said from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Weiqing packed up the unused medicine and stood up, "It's getting late, I should go back to school."

I don't know when, the night has fallen quietly, and the bright moonlight is pouring down softly, complementing each other with the streamer of stars.

Shen Song leaned on the bench, looked up at the night sky, his eyes seemed to pass through the endless void, and looked at the distant past.

Gu Chengye didn't ask anything, just quietly accompanied him.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Song suddenly felt that someone held his hand. The palm of that person was warm and dry, full of strength, but at the moment it was so gentle and cautious.