Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Zhou Yan was still jumping up and down there.

Like a stray dog ​​whose tail has been stepped on.

"It's acting! This is definitely acting!"

He pointed at the big screen, spitting everywhere, not caring whether anyone believed him or not; he himself believed it.

One and a half million?

Give it to a stranger from the mountains?

Just to build a run-down elementary school?

What a joke.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, what kinds of charity have he seen?

That was with eight photographers and three makeup artists. The big star was dressed in clothes that were even more tattered than a beggar's, holding a child who had just been dusted off, taking a couple of photos, and then turning around and getting into the nanny van to wipe his hands with disinfectant wipes.

This is the norm.

Who would actually throw real money into the water?

And without leaving their names?

"Don't be fooled, everyone!"

Zhou Yan, clutching the silent microphone, was still shouting at the top of his lungs, "The extras these days are so professional! Don't even mention farmers, they'd take the role of the Jade Emperor!"

On the screen.

The old principal, Zhang Fugui, obviously couldn't hear the rabid dogs barking wildly at the scene.

He was just there, painstakingly adjusting the camera.

My hands are too rough, and the phone screen is too small; it took me several taps to turn on the rear camera.

The screen suddenly spun around.

That's the wind from the Liangshan Mountains.

The phone was blown around so hard it was shaking.

"The signal is bad here, please bear with the viewing."

Principal Zhang's voice carried a heavy regional accent, sounding somewhat embarrassed.

The camera wobbles as it moves forward.

A bright spot suddenly appeared on the originally barren yellow earth.

It was a three-story building.

not tall.

It could even be described as somewhat rustic.

The exterior walls weren't covered with those fancy tiles; they were just painted white, and there were even some mud splatters in some places.

But it is sturdy.

The kind of sturdiness that looks like it could withstand an earthquake of magnitude 8.

Through the window, you can see the neat rows of desks and chairs inside, as well as the chalk writing on the blackboard that hasn't been erased yet.

The playground is paved with cement.

Although it's uneven, there are no potholes.

Several children in ill-fitting school uniforms were chasing each other, their laughter coming through a cheap microphone, crackling louder than a symphony in Vienna's Golden Hall.

Zhou Yan stopped shouting.

His mouth was open, like a duck being choked.

If this is acting.

That set is way too big.

Those extras are just too realistic.

The camera is still moving.

Finally, it stopped at the school gate.

There stands a stone there.

It wasn't some precious white marble; it was just a large blue stone that could be found anywhere on the mountain, with one side worn smooth by someone.

There is a line of text engraved on it.

Painted with red lacquer.

After a year of exposure to the elements, the color has faded a bit, but it is still eye-catching.

First Little Fish Hope Primary School

There is no "Xu Qing".

There is no "bluefish".

Only "small fish".

"This is our school."

Principal Zhang's face returned to the screen, his cloudy eyes gleaming.

He pointed to the sign behind him.

"When Mr. Xu wired the money, we asked him if he wanted to hold a ceremony or invite a reporter or something."

"After all, it's 1.5 million."

"That's money we've never seen in our lives."

"But Mr. Xu said it wasn't necessary."

He said he didn't want anyone to know or disturb him.

He only has one request.

Principal Zhang sniffed, his voice slightly choked: "He said the school must be called this."

"I couldn't resist asking, 'Who is this 'little fish'?'"

Mr. Xu remained silent for a long time on the phone.

"Later he said that was his wife."

He said his wife was sick and had gone to a very far place.

"He has no other skills, he just wants to do good deeds for his wife, hoping that God will be kinder to her because these children are able to go to school."

Even if...

Principal Zhang wiped the dirt off his face. "Even if it's just a little bit better, let's not let her suffer."

boom--

This passage.

It was like a heavy hammer blow.

It struck the hearts of 50,000 people present with a resounding blow.

pain.

That really hurts.

Those who were just shouting "refund!" and "scammer!" are now all hanging their heads, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

What is deep affection?

Are you just going to post a couple photo on social media to show off your love?

Is it about crying and saying "I miss you so much" on a variety show?

No.

True affection.

He ate instant noodles that cost 2.5 yuan a pack and lived in a moldy basement, while donating millions of yuan in royalties without hesitation.

Just to accumulate some vague and illusory good karma for that "dead person".

He's an idiot.

He's also a madman.

On the judges' panel.

"Teacher Luo," wearing sunglasses, did not look up.

She bit her lip hard until she tasted rust in her mouth.

Tears streamed down the bottom edge of my sunglasses, and I couldn't stop them.

Even though she already knew all along.

Even though she had already cursed Xu Qing as a "fool" a thousand times in her heart.

but.

When all of this was truly before our eyes, when the stone tablet engraved with her name appeared on the screen.

Luo Qianyu finally broke down.

Xu Qing turned around.

He didn't want the weathered face on the big screen to see his reddened eyes.

That's shameful.

He always considered himself a materialistic and mercenary person.

I write novels for money, I sing for money, and even when I'm battling a scoundrel like Zhou Yan on this stage, it's all for the sake of making more money in the future.

But now, this clichéd facade has been torn down.

Those huge sums of money he personally transferred out, those numbers that turned into bricks, cement, books, and hot lunches, are now laid bare before 50,000 people.

It's like stripping him naked and throwing him under a spotlight.

Xu Qing sniffed and scratched her hair in frustration.

He did all this not out of boundless love, nor to move China.

The reason is incredibly cheesy.

At that time, he thought the little fish was dead.

That silly girl lied to him, saying he rotted away in the hospital and didn't even leave behind a handful of ashes.

He was scared.

He was afraid that Xiaoyu wouldn't be doing well down there, that she wouldn't have any money, and that she would be bullied by the wandering ghosts of that world because she was ugly.

The headmistress who adopted him once said that if people do good deeds, God will keep a record of it.

This debt is called merit.

Xu Qing turned himself into a madman.

He worked hard to make money, and then worked hard to spend it all.

In the remarks column of every remittance slip, he wrote like a gossipy old woman: "May good deeds be done for the little fish."

He's doing business with God.

He used those tens of millions to buy that silly girl a lifetime of peace in another world.

It's a big gamble.

Even if the whole world thinks he's an idiot, even if he himself occasionally wakes up in the middle of the night and looks at the empty basement, he might feel like he's a lunatic.

But he dared not stop.

What if it's true?

What if that idiot who only knows how to peel oranges actually suffered less down there because of these schools and these roads?

Then this is not a losing proposition.

This was the most profitable business deal he had ever made in his life.

Xu Qing raised her head, her gaze passing through the bustling crowd and the waving glow sticks, landing precisely on the judges' panel.

There was a woman wearing sunglasses sitting there.

The woman, who used the pseudonym "Teacher Luo," was biting her hand tightly, her shoulders shaking as if she were trembling.

Beneath those sunglasses, there must be two eyes swollen like walnuts.

Xu Qing looked at her, and the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

Why are you crying?

Spendthrift women.

I saved up so much dowry for you, and it's all been exchanged for this pile of broken bricks and tiles. And now you still have the nerve to cry.

If I had known you weren't dead, wouldn't it have been better to save those tens of millions to buy spare ribs?

Xu Qing withdrew her gaze and cursed inwardly.

But after I finished cursing, the emptiness that had been hanging in my heart was suddenly filled.

pretty good.

It's really good.

It's good that you're here.

……

"It's fake! It's all fake!"

A sharp scream shattered the almost sacred atmosphere of the scene.

Zhou Yan was being held by the arms by two policemen, his legs kicking wildly in the air, like a rooster being held by the neck.

He hasn't been dragged away yet.

Because he clung to the railing at the edge of the lifting platform and refused to let go.

The fingernails scratched against the metal, making a teeth-grinding "sizzle" sound.

"I don't believe you! You're not trying to fool me!"