think mighty

Xu Shaoqing's speed was really fast. When He Yuxiu got the newspaper the next morning, he saw that the matter of the old Chinese doctor had already been published in the newspaper. The article was not long, but He Yuxiu read it several times.

Xu Shaoqing didn't seem to come back last night, and he didn't see him this morning.It's "Ningbao" and "Under the Lamp". He's so busy, he can't wait for one person to be used by two people. He knows he's busy, but he's a painter, and he doesn't know anything about the news, so he can only watch it. I can't help you much.

He sighed, flipped through the newspaper again, and suddenly his eyes fell on one spot.

"Flooding in the upper reaches of the main stream of the Yangtze River, large and small rivers broke their embankments, and more than 50 counties and cities in Sichuan were severely affected..."

Seeing this news, He Yuxiu frowned, and couldn't help sighing: "It's really troublesome."

Natural disasters, man-made disasters, these days are getting more and more sad.

After breakfast, he picked up a pen and wanted to draw, but just looking at the pen, his thoughts scattered again.

In the face of this overwhelming suffering, he has only a paintbrush, so what use is it?

In today's society, it can be said that the wind is blowing, the rain is blowing, like a boat on a river, swaying in all directions. In the past, scholars could still talk about the red cherries and green plantains. What I wrote was all about "when will I go home to wash the guest robe".

It was chaotic outside, and so was the circle of painting and calligraphy. First, some people clamored for a revolution in art, and then others clamored for a revolution. Everyone had countless quarrels, and countless associations were established, old-fashioned and innovative; Traditional, Western; Gay, non-gay; Gathered, scattered everywhere; Everyone is struggling, trying to see the future from the vague shadows, but what is the future like?

Is it idealistic, or only new?

Thinking of this, he suddenly couldn't draw anymore.

The sun was rising outside, so he simply held a cup of tea and stood by the window to watch the scenery.People come and go outside, there are hungry children begging for food on the side of the road, with ragged clothes, thin arms, and bones are faintly visible.

"Poor, poor sir..."

"Poor, poor sister..."

Everyone was in a hurry, and at most gave a few glances, and then turned around, lest he would be stained with poverty. There are many beggars like him in this bustling city. Human sympathy is limited. Without that, in the end, those who beg for food are still begging for food, and those who think they can rest easy don't necessarily have no worries in the end.After the child shouted for a while, a coachman shouted to him from a long distance: "Children! Get out of the way, you are blocking the road."

The child took a few steps back when he heard the sound, but tripped and saw the car coming, he could only crawl to the side of the road.

He Yuxiu frowned, put down the cup, and was about to make a move, when a man picked up the child.The man was wearing a thin windbreaker and a black scarf, and was carrying two big bags of things in his hands, as if he was eating. He patted the child's clothes, and handed him a bag of things in his hand.

He Yuxiu's face softened a little, and he picked up the cup of tea again.

But he saw that the man and the child said a few words, and then strode towards him with big strides.

"It's him…"

Could it be that you came to see me?He Yuxiu thought to herself, but after a while, someone really knocked on the door.

Chen Andong took off his scarf after entering the door, put down the pastry in his hand, and said, "Mr. He, excuse me."

He Yuxiu smiled: "Mr. Chen is really kind."

Chen Andong didn't understand, so He Yuxiu pointed to the window and said, "I saw everything just now."

Hearing the sound, Chen Andong glanced at the pastry with only one pack left, touched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I thought I couldn't come empty-handed when I came to visit Mr. He, so I got up early and lined up to buy some pastries for Mr. He. I saw that poor child, I thought he was really hungry, so I gave him a pack, and I beg Mr. He not to be offended."

He Yuxiu smiled, poured tea for him and said, "Mr. Chen, what are you talking about? I'm just complimenting you."

The two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time since the farewell in Xinghualou that day. He Yuxiu poured him a cup of tea when Chen Andong picked up the newspaper and looked at it, asking: "Sir, you also know about the Sichuan flood. What's wrong?"

He Yuxiu nodded, and saw that Chen Andong said seriously: "The flood in Sichuan has been going on for many days. It was small and didn't attract many people's attention. But a few days ago, a friend wrote to say that many places are now starving and dying. It's really pitiful."

After speaking, he escaped from the bag and handed a few photos to He Yuxiu, "This is a photo sent by a friend."

He Yuxiu took a look and was startled by the tragedy, "It's come to this point."

Chen Andong nodded, "I mentioned to Mr. He earlier that I have worked there for two years, and I still have a lot of affection for it. Now that there are difficulties there, I want to do what I can."

He Yuxiu asked him, "What do you want to do?"

Chen Andong scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Boss Qin of our company is very keen on charity. After I mentioned this to him, he donated a large sum of money. I want to do the same, but I'm just a Ordinary people do not have the capital like him, so I invited some friends around me who are fond of calligraphy and painting to hold a fundraising meeting, and all the money raised will be used for disaster relief, I wonder if Mr. He would like to participate?"

He Yuxiu was shocked.

"Mr. Chen, if you have such a heart, it means that you are not ordinary." He patted his shoulder and couldn't help sighing.

After finishing speaking, he took out some old works from the study room and said, "These are some works I drew some time ago, I hope they can help you a little bit."

Chen Andong thanked him repeatedly, and said, "Mr. He has been of great help."

He put the painting away and said: "I have already contacted the venue of the park. Mr. He is quite famous. If it is convenient, can you make a grand gesture on the day of the fund-raising meeting?"

Are you famous...

He Yuxiu smiled wryly, if his fame could be used to do something really useful, it would be a little comforting to him.Thinking of this, he cheered up again, nodded, and said, "Okay, I will definitely help if you can get me."

Chen Andong breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Actually, I was hesitant when I came here. It is said that Mr. He and I have only met twice in total. It is really embarrassing for me to make such a presumptuous request this third time."

He Yuxiu waved his hand and said, "What are you talking about, you took the trouble to find this house for me."

Chen Andong laughed and said, "It's all trivial, don't worry about it."

He Yuxiu took another look at him. The gentleness of the person in front of him was somewhat similar to Zhiwen's temperament, but he was more heroic than Zhiwen. Due to the fate of both sides, he did not expect him to have such a delicate mind and such a good heart.

It's a friend worth making.

While chatting, he suddenly thought that this person's English seemed to be good, and suddenly his heart moved, and he said, "Mr. Chen, I also want to ask you for a favor."

Chen Andong hurriedly said: "Mr. He just say it."

He Yuxiu took out the small notebook that Ningning gave him, opened a page, and asked him, "Can Mr. Chen translate it for me?"

Chen Andong leaned over and took a look. It was a short poem in English, and the title of the poem was "ToThoseWhoAreReadingMe".

"To whoever is reading me..."

He Yuxiu asked him: "Is it possible?"

Chen Andong smiled when he saw the name, and said, "Of course."

He looked down, and carefully translated the words: "The seeds of the gods, sowed into the sea, your silent eyes,

Where to salvage yourself..."

"It's over?" He Yuxiu asked.

Chen Andong turned to the next page and said, "No." He cleared his throat, looked at the words on it, and translated; "Did you hear that, the sobbing of the moon is just like you."

"If you are willing to open your eyes, you will be able to see that destiny, staring at it like a tiger, just like at this moment, I am looking at you..."

This poem is quite interesting.

After he finished reading, he looked up at He Yuxiu, and asked with a smile, "Who wrote this?"

He Yuxiu just smiled mysteriously and said, "Old Yu."

"Old Yu?" Chen Andong scratched his head and said, "I really haven't heard of this person."

He Yuxiu picked up a pen and carefully copied the poem translated by Chen Andong on the paper word by word, saying: "It doesn't matter, she will become a great poet soon, and you will know it in time."

The two chatted for a while. Chen Andong was a local and knew Ningpu quite well. He wrote him an address and asked He Yuxiu to come to his house when he had time. He would definitely prepare wine and food to welcome him.

He Yuxiu nodded and said yes, at the end he suddenly remembered the "second master" of the big world, and asked him, "Anton, have you ever been to the big world?"

Chen Andong was stunned for a moment, and said, "I went there with my clients at work, why, Mr. He wants to go?"