Mr. Rebirth hold hands

Yang Yang was sick with a cold for a week. After he was busy making up notes and preparing for the high school entrance examination, he found his passbook while looking for clothes.

The passbook of ICBC is a bit smaller than the passbook of rural credit cooperatives, but the cover paper is harder.Adding a coat, Yang Yang took out the kraft envelope and spread it on the table to read.

The bronzing red paper has the group's address and telephone number.After reading the information and putting it away again, Yang Yang carried the cat from his bed to the chair.

"Mimi, you are so fat, I will fold the quilt."

The civet cat was purring, its tail gently circling around Yang Yang's arms on his back.

"Mimi, don't take off my quilt, I'm going to buy small fish and we'll eat when we come back."

After touching his thin clothes and stamping his feet, Yang Yang decided to buy clothes and shoes.

For two hundred and one month, he doesn't pursue the enjoyment of famous brands, but just buys some daily necessities and simple and basic clothes, and he can already live well.

He still has the sweater and woolen trousers made by Aunt Dai. The coat is too thin, and the shoes are frayed and need to be replaced.

Holding the passbook and saying yes to the guard, Yang Yang left the school gate.

The county seat of Wei County is not big, the campus is in the southeast, and the main street is in the center of the city. Yang Yang took a RMB [-] yuan bus to the farmer's market, got off the bus, and went in through familiar ways.

The wave of the market economy has had a huge impact. Even people in small places have gradually become familiar with the commodity market. They shop around, and vendors have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Yang Yang was very satisfied with spending 30 yuan to buy a pair of sports shoes and two pairs of socks as a gift.After haggling with the boss for a long time at the stall, I bought two more coats.

After stuffing the things in his schoolbag, Yang Yang asked for directions and walked to ICBC.

The counter was taller than his people, so Yang Yang tiptoed to push the passbook into the counter.

"Please show me the passbook, how much money is there?"

The person at the counter made a fuss, stood up and saw Yang Yang, who was not short in winter, muttered and took the passbook.

"There is 400 yuan, do you want to withdraw it?"

"Give me one hundred and ask for change."

Yang Yang was tired on tiptoe, so he simply put his hands on the counter and turned his head to look around.

The current bank lobby has no sense of serving future generations. It is just an empty hall with a few chairs for people to sit.

The people at the counter fumbled for a while, and handed out a ticket. Yang Yang reached out to take it, went to get a pen, then stood on tiptoe to write his name, and listened for a while when he stuffed the ticket in.

"Someone's kid is here to withdraw money, short and short, so funny."

The money was stuffed out, and the person working inside told Yang Yang: "Take it well, little guy, don't lose it."

Yang Yang sighed, put away the passbook, and kept the change separately.Decided to buy something to eat, the body is the most important.

The Rural Credit Cooperative was not connected to the Internet, and Yang Yang couldn't find out whether the supply and marketing cooperative paid living expenses. Thinking of going home for the New Year, he went directly to the food station in the county.

There were not many people at the food station, and the goods were still being unloaded. Yang Yang was amused when he saw someone moving the boxes.

The salesperson was eating melon seeds, when he saw Yang Yang shouted, "Kids, don't get in the way."

Yang Yang walked over and pointed at Wahaha: "How do you sell this?"

"One dollar five one, or?"

A bottle of 6 bottles made Yang Yang speechless. He saw canned oranges and a can of local milk powder.

"How much is the can? Where's the powdered milk?"

"The cans are sold in a box. You can buy milk powder. It costs 12 yuan a pack and 18 yuan a can."

Yang Yang stared at the cans and milk for a long time, then pointed at the powdered milk viciously: "Give me a can, do you have ham? Give me a pack too!"

Carrying a big bag of things, Yang Yang went back to school, boiled water to make milk, peeled off the sausage and fed it to the big cat.Yang Yang stared at the letter paper in a daze.

What to write?Who is the recipient?

Dazed with the pen in its mouth, the raccoon cat finished eating the sausage, jumped onto Yang Yang's lap, and rubbed it against it.

Yang Yang finally started to write.

Generally, entrepreneurs are older, right?Think of it as a letter to the elders.

Say hello first, then tell me who you are, it was so timely to get help.as well as……

Although I don't know who you are, your small actions will change the fate of others...

Yang Yang stopped writing, only to realize that he had written 6 pieces of letter paper, dried his handwriting, put the letter paper into an envelope, pasted it, and waited for the post office to mail it tomorrow.

I don't know when it will be delivered.

A month later, the thick letter was sent to the front desk of Wanxi Group Beijing Headquarters.

The front desk stared at the envelopes for a long time, but still didn't know how to sort them.

She vaguely remembered that the company held a student sponsorship activity, and now she was a little dumbfounded looking at the address of the remote area on the envelope and the words of the thank you letter for the student sponsorship activity.

The company is mainly engaged in capital and real estate investment business, and the feedback of public welfare and charity...who should I give it to?

Secretary Qin came to pick up the financial report and planning development book today.

After Qin Huanlang received psychological counseling, it seemed that the effect was good. Recently, he fell ill less frequently, and Secretary Qin also switched from the nanny mode to the business secretary mode.

Seeing him at the front desk was like an amnesty.Hurry up and call him.

"Secretary Qin! Is there a letter here?"

Secretary Qin stopped in her tracks, turned her head and smiled: "Letter?"

The front desk blushed, handed the letter to Secretary Qin with both hands, and watched the other party turn and go out.

Getting in the car, Secretary Qin started to put the documents in order, picked up the envelope and read it.

Shaoshi Wei County... Second Middle School... Yang Yang?

Secretary Qin immediately thought of the child, then touched the envelope in his hand, and smashed it.

The entire group has assisted 144 students, and this seems to be the first letter.Putting the envelope under the financial statement, Secretary Qin raised his wrist to check the time.

Mr. Qin moved out of the courtyard a year ago, and now lives in a small villa with Qin Huanlang.When Secretary Qin entered the living room, he saw the psychiatrist drinking tea, Qin Huanlang and Mr. Qin were on the opposite side, their expressions and atmosphere were not bad.

"I am back."

Qin Huanlang was wearing a small t-shirt today, the sun passed through the glass and fell on him, his bluish-white face may have been exposed to the sun for a long time, and finally got a little more bloody.

There was soft music in the room. After listening to Secretary Qin for a while, he seemed to be angry.A piece with a bright rhythm and soft tones.

Passing the report to Qin Huanlang, secretary Qin saw that Dr. Wei poured another cup of tea, took a sip from the cup without any politeness, and almost spit it out.

The tea is sweet and fragrant, and looks like a woman. Looking at the biscuits on the table again, Secretary Qin vomited silently in her heart.

Dr. Wei is a British overseas Chinese, and it is said that he has the blood of British nobles. Secretary Qin squinted his eyes.

Dr. Wei has natural curly hair, which is longer than his shoulders and tied in a bunch on the left side. He wears monocle glasses, a high nose bridge, fairer complexion than ordinary people, and three-dimensional facial features that are different from the sharpness of white people. A soft oriental beauty.

Secretary Qin only had four words to describe him: pretending.

"Lang, today's sunshine is very good. You can work while basking in the sun, and you can also talk to us about your work plans that you can make public. What I prepared today are small cookies. You will feel better if you eat some sweets."

Secretary Qin chuckled inwardly, can the young master eat biscuits?He never eats well!

Then, he saw his little master, reached out and took a lump of something made of unknown stuff, and put it in his mouth.

Secretary Qin felt the crisis, and at the same time, he was keenly aware that Dr. Wei was watching him.

"Ah……"

Dr. Wei picked up another plate of biscuits and smiled warmly: "Secretary Qin, please have a piece too."

Who wants to eat it!

Secretary Qin was furious.Turning his head to look at Qin Huanlang with a sad face, he was holding the envelope with an inexplicable expression on his face.

"what is this?"

"Ah, it's the feedback from our student aid program, it seems to be a thank you letter from a child who received help."

"Oh."

Qin Huanlang's face suddenly darkened, and he threw the envelope on the table. Mr. Qin raised his eyebrows, and Dr. Wei reached out to take the envelope.

"Lon, do you mind if I read this letter?"

"Do not."

"Then let's take a look at this letter together. The owner of the letter should be a very cute child. He wrote very neatly. Excuse me, how old is this child?"

A group of people looked at Secretary Qin together, and Secretary Qin coughed: "This child should be 12 years old, the first day of junior high school."

Dr. Wei raised his legs, the music changed to the cute and playful aclaus, and the pronunciation was still a little jerky, and Dr. Wei began to read the letter.

"Hello, dear person in charge, I'm very glad that you can see this letter from me. I'm one of the people who accept student aid activities, and I take the liberty to write this letter to express my gratitude..."

Dr. Wei's Chinese pronunciation is not very standard, and his speech speed is not fast. It took a long time for him to read the entire letter.

He looked at Qin Huanlang: "Lang, this is a letter to you. A child full of love and gratitude is expressing his feelings to you. Can you feel it?"

Qin Huanlang stared at Dr. Wei. During the period of formal treatment, he did feel a little different.

Wei Fuming adopted a relatively mild consolation therapy.He kept guiding Qin Huanlang to feel various things, took a small amount of sleeping pills to sleep, and exercised every day, gradually increasing the duration.

This method seemed to have produced some effect. Qin Huanlang slept relatively better, and was forced to eat normally. He also basked in the sun and drank afternoon tea every day.And listening to music, reading aloud, etc.

Seeing the other party asking for his opinion as always, Qin Huanlang shook his head.

"I don't know, I can't be sure, should I believe it, I can't feel the strong feelings you said, I only heard the words."

"If this kid is going to keep writing letters expressing his feelings, would you try to believe him?"

"...I...I try."

"Very good," Wei Fuming put the letter away, "Lang, if you can still receive a letter from afar next time, can you try to reply to him? A few words are fine, even if you say you received the letter Come on, come on, it’s okay to write these words.”

Qin Huanlang turned his head to look at the envelope on the table. It was so far away that he couldn't see the sender's name clearly, so he nodded.

Mr. Qin got up gently and walked to the balcony. Secretary Qin followed him with sharp eyes.

"Who is that boy who wrote the letter?"

"It's the one that the young master hugged and played with last time, Yang Yang, I have a little impression."

Mr. Qin pondered for a while, then laughed: "He's a good boy. He wrote such a long letter...and he's only 12 years old..."

Secretary Qin nodded, thinking about something else.

Did the child write the letter on a whim, or would it continue?

The half-breed man wants the young master to reply, what if there is no letter?

Secretary Qin's worries were broken after a month and a half, and another letter was mailed to the front desk. When he got the letter, he felt mixed feelings.

When he handed the letter to Qin Huanlang, he showed a very obvious expression of surprise.

Different from the perfunctory glance last time, he took the envelope, looked at it carefully, and identified the name on the envelope.

"Yang Yang..."

Very familiar name.

When I opened the letter, there was another thick stack, beginning with formulaic words of thanks, followed by the use of the student grant, which was nothing new, this time I wrote the scores of the senior high school entrance examination, and some activities in the school.

After reading the letter, Qin Huanlang leaned his head on the back of the chair, and Wei Fuming put the teacup firmly.

"Lang, aren't you going to share what happy things the kid wrote?"

"Children...that's all..."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.