Spontaneous Combustion

Ruan Wei, as a grassroots officer of the Qiling Foundation, fell in love with the job quickly after officially joining the job.

Public welfare itself is a social activity. Apart from strong financial backing, it can be said to be a people-oriented cause.

Most of the public welfare practitioners are contrary to the social mainstream of chasing fame and fortune. They pay more attention to the realization of self-worth, and take pride in helping the disadvantaged and benefiting the society.

Compared with jobs that simply make money, their spiritual level is more fulfilling, and their sense of accomplishment and feelings can be sublimated.

These are exactly in line with Ruan Wei's values.

Maybe it was the mother's precepts and deeds that played a role. Ruan Wei, as a wealthy son, was indifferent to fame and wealth, like a child who came out of an ivory tower, with only a sincere heart.

It took Ruan Wei a few days to get acquainted with her new colleagues. Her immediate boss is a gentle and kind-hearted elder sister named Fu Lifang. Affectionately call her Sister Fang.

Qi’s public welfare fund has a large scale and is subdivided into several professional departments, including the Children and Youth Public Welfare Department, the Aging and Comprehensive Public Welfare Department, the Medical Assistance Public Welfare Department, the United Fundraising Center, the Rural Revitalization and Poverty Alleviation and Disaster Relief Group, etc. department.

According to the existing vacancies, Ruan Wei was assigned to the Poverty Alleviation and Disaster Relief Team by Sister Fang, and the other grassroots officers were all young and young about Ruan Wei's age.

There is a man and a woman in the same office as Ruan Wei. The boy is Yan Zongyuan. His temperament is somewhat similar to Xiao Ding.

The only girl is Lin Xiaojuan, wearing thin-rimmed glasses, she is quiet and serious in her work, and she is in charge of all kinds of documents and records in the department.

One day at noon, when Ruan Wei went to the cafeteria for dinner, his uncle Qi Fengnian dragged his secretary to deliver a package to him, and Lin Xiaojuan helped him accept it and put it on Ruan Wei's office.

Ruan Wei didn't want to be a parachutist, and deliberately concealed his identity to death, so no one knew his real relationship with the Qi family. Lin Xiaojuan just thought it was an ordinary courier and didn't pay much attention to it.

Ruan Wei flaunted her lunch, rubbed her stomach and went back to the office. When she saw Lin Xiaojuan in front of the computer, she just hiccupped:

"Xiaojuan, go eat first, don't mess with documents, there is tempura in the cafeteria today, it's as long as my hand, and the window is crazy about grabbing balls, if it's later, it will be gone."

Lin Xiaojuan raised her head from the thick file, and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose: "Zong Yuan said to pack it for me, I'll finish it early for Sister Fang's report in the afternoon, by the way, Brother Ruan, your courier is on the table. "

"express delivery?"

Ruan Wei returned to his work station in doubt, and raised his eyebrows when he saw the huge cardboard box on the office.

There was no express receipt on the box. Ruan Wei became more and more puzzled, took out the paper cutter in the pen holder, cut the tape in twos and twos, and found a piece of ordinary A4 paper attached to the top layer of the box.

There is a sentence written on the paper. Uncle’s handwriting is easy to read. People who practice calligraphy all the year round have elegant muscles and bones between the lines——

Wei Zai, these are some sundries left by your mother in the company, and I will hand them over to you now.

Ruan Wei carefully took out the items in the box one by one, her eyes felt a little hot.

In the "treasure box" left by my mother, there are several exquisite desktop ornaments, tea cups, lamps, photo frames, small flower pots, and even a pillow for lunch breaks.

On the bottom floor, there are some books related to public welfare, manuscripts and essays that are properly preserved in folders, and a few pens and notes are scattered at the bottom of the box.

Ruan Wei's fingertips trembled as she stroked these old things full of traces of time, feeling uneasy for a while.

In the photo frame is a group photo of him and his mother. The sun behind them is clear, the sky is blue and the clouds are light, and it was taken outdoors.

In the photo, he looked like he was still in elementary school, with puffy cheeks and a red scarf around his neck. He looked like a good boy who got little red flowers in school every day.

At that time, my mother was also very young, with a gentle smile, dark willow eyebrows, and two faces, one big and one small, similar to each other like copy and paste.

Ruan Wei just glanced at it, and couldn't bear it anymore. He carried the photo on his back, held it in his heart, and nestled into the chair in a daze. He didn't carefully put the photo frame on the corner of the table until the metal frame was warmed up. Place it in a direction facing you.

During the whole lunch break, Ruan Wei spent sorting out and looking through her mother's old things, Zong Yuan and Xiao Juan took a nap at the table, and the only sound in the office was the slight sound of papers being flipped.

A notebook with a black leather cover was mixed in the pile of books, Ruan Wei pulled it out, the spine of the book was thick, and it was quite heavy in his hand.

Open the cover, inside is mother Qi Yun's essays on work, recording some bits and pieces, as well as life impressions, the time span is as long as several years, from her entry to her resignation, every piece of paper is filled with Beautiful lowercase letters.

It's more like a diary than a work record.

Ruan Wei gently stroked the handwriting with her fingertips, and slowly flipped through from the first page——

"In the winter of the Wuyin year, I have been married for three months, recording my first job... It is cold at the end of the year, and I am grateful to every colleague around me for being warm."

Then there are some trivial reflections on entering the workplace, such as anecdotes with new colleagues, thoughts on the progress of a certain project, and the mother’s lively temperament when she was young, optimistic and positive, which is somewhat similar to Ruan Wei now.

The corner of Ruan Wei's mouth unconsciously brought a smile, as if he had personally participated in a certain part of his mother's life, and his sore and tight heart was gradually filled with this wonderful feeling.

"Visiting Mr. Qi, a master of Chinese studies, I got the word "Wei Wei". I asked Mr. Wei Wei what he meant, and he said: Wei Wei is the same as "depressed", with a strong aroma, grand and luxuriant.

For some reason, I like these two words very much, maybe this is also a kind of fate. "

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"Fortunately, I was pregnant, and the moment I learned that he/she appeared in my body, I was filled with joy.

If it’s a boy, it’s my Wei Wei, if it’s a girl, it’s Liao Liao. "

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"I got a boy. His name is Ruan Wei. He is my Wei Wei. Wei Wei is like the morning sun. I hope his life will be the same as the meaning bestowed by the master, grand and lush, and fragrant along the way."

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"I discussed with his father. My son's nickname is Wei Zai. He was born on the last day of Leo. I hope he can grow wildly and fearlessly like a cub in a lion's pride."

Ruan Wei smiled and cried silently, fearing that the precious handwriting would get wet with tears, so she wiped away the tears with a tissue and forced herself to keep smiling.

When I was young, I always felt that laughing is easier than crying. When encountering funny things, or when someone around me takes the lead in laughing, I can immediately laugh along with it.

If you want to cry, it’s much more troublesome. It’s embarrassing for a boy to cry. You have to take advantage of the fact that there is no one around and you can’t be heard. And when you cry secretly, you have to take care of your eyes. If you accidentally cry and swell, you will be laughed at by your classmates. , was squeezed out by a small group of boys.

It turns out that crying is easier than laughing when you grow up.

After knowing what true sadness is, it is really difficult to pretend to be strong.

The time limit for the two-hour lunch break is about to come to an end. Ruan Wei has already flipped through a half of the content of the documentary book, and turned another page. His eyes are firmly attracted by the word "Xiannan" on the page.

Looking down the first record, Ruan Wei's pupils trembled, and his mind was also tightly bound. In the dense work shorthand, he quickly searched for the content about Shen Tingmo.

"On the eve of Xiaoshu, there was a sudden earthquake in the southwest. I went to Danan with the convoy of supplies, and Wei Zai went with me."

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"It's been a hundred years since I crossed the same boat, and I'm fortunate to live under the same roof with the boy Ting Ting. Wei Zai has company."

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"Brother and younger brother hit it off very well, Ting Ting takes good care of Wei Zai, but the little boy always makes troubles to his elder brother, an annoying little trouble."

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"The return date is approaching. At Wei Zai's insistence, we discussed with Xiao Li the special situation of adopting orphans in the disaster area, and planned to adopt Ting Ting and take him out of Da Nan."

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"Tingting's name is Shen Tingmo. He has a lot of troubles, but he is a rare good boy. He lives up to his name, like a silent moonlight in a deep courtyard, with a pure and kind heart, nourishing things silently."

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"On the return journey of the convoy, Xiao Li was left in Da Nan to handle matters related to the adoption of Ting Ting. The two children were inseparable. Parting was too cruel for them after all."

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"Xiao Li sent a message that Tingting was properly placed in the Qiling Welfare Institute in Juanbei. The admission procedures have been completed. It is a good relationship. I am fortunate to be a passer-by in each other's lives. I only wish him a smooth life and a successful adult."

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Afterwards, there was no record about Shen Tingmo. Ruan Wei persevered through many pages, and the names of many people appeared again, including the elderly, children, and women in difficult situations.

For each beneficiary, the mother will carefully record the feelings when getting acquainted with them.

As defined by her mother, she is just a passer-by in the lives of these people. She met briefly, left a good relationship, and then passed by without any involvement. Shen Tingmo was just a little special, but not so special. one of.

At this moment, Ruan Wei finally understood that it was inevitable that he and Shen Tingmo would miss each other.

Mother's career is to show kindness without reciprocating, to love all living beings, and not to stay for one person.

The powerful and gentle Qi Yun gave Shen Tingmo a new life, but did not leave any footprints in his future life, like a god's apparition, quietly falling for protection, but no trace can be found.

Ruan Wei didn't know whether to sigh or be relieved.

He himself has embarked on the road of public welfare. Maybe he will do the same kind deeds like his mother, without asking anyone in return.

My mother believed in Buddhism all her life, and Buddhism pays attention to the cycle of cause and effect.

Now that he and Shen Tingmo are together, is it the cause and effect of this good relationship?

Before Ruan Wei could comprehend the true meaning, Zong Yuan and Xiao Juan had already woken up one after another, everyone was back to work, and the small office was busy again.

"Wow, Brother Ruan, why has your desk changed so much?" Yan Zongyuan got up to pour tea, and looked at Ruan Wei's desk with a curious expression.

Ruan Wei raised her smiling face, the corners of her slightly curved eyes and the dimples on her lips seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light:

"Hey, my mother prepared it for me, be envious."

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Wei Zai: My mother is the best in the world!