Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

After Qiu Yingying returned to work at the company, Chairman Liu kept her promise and she became the head of the GG Public Welfare Project in East China.

On the day she officially became the person in charge, Qiu Yingying straightened her shirt collar in front of the mirror and tugged at the hem of her suit jacket—it wasn't a particularly formal occasion, but she still felt a sense of solemnity about it.

As I entered the office building, I bumped into Xiao Zhang from my department in the elevator. Xiao Zhang's eyes lit up, and she patted my arm: "President Qiu? You're really back! I heard you're now the head of that big project in East China!"

Her face flushed slightly, and she waved her hand with a smile: "I just took over, and I'm still figuring it out." As she spoke, the elevator reached the top floor, and she took a deep breath and walked in the direction marked "East China Public Welfare GG Project Team".

The office door was ajar, and Assistant Xiao Chen was hunched over the desk organizing documents. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and said, "President Qiu, you've finally arrived! I've compiled all the materials Chairman Liu asked for. Take a look, these are the contact information for non-profit organizations in various regions, that stack contains the needs identified through research, and there are also a few preliminary directions we'd like to pursue."

Qiu Yingying nodded, pulled up a chair and sat down, casually flipping through the documents. Left-behind children, elderly living alone, community environmental protection—unlike the commercial projects she used to do, which only focused on attracting attention and boosting sales, these projects involved real people and real problems that needed to be solved.

Her position is not easy to hold. To put it bluntly, she has to take on all the responsibilities. She has to proactively reach out to non-profit organizations and community committees, like running around to meet clients, to secure potential collaborations. She also has to maintain good relationships with them so that long-term cooperation can go smoothly.

I also have to work with the creative team to come up with ideas that will touch people's hearts and meet their real needs.

In addition, she also had to keep an eye on where GG should invest, how much to negotiate with the channels, and whether the investment would be effective.

On her first day at work, Qiu Yingying didn't hold any pep talk. She said to Xiao Chen, "Let's not sit in the office anymore, let's go and visit that home for left-behind children in the suburbs."

When they arrived, Director Li led them inside. Several children were squatting on the ground playing marbles in the yard. Upon seeing strangers, they scattered and hid in the corners to watch secretly.

"These children's parents all work away from home and can't come back even once a year." Principal Li sighed and pointed to a little girl with pigtails by the window. "That's Duoduo. Her parents work on a construction site. They came back once last year, but she was shy and hid behind me, not daring to greet anyone for a long time."

Qiu Yingying walked over slowly, not daring to disturb her. Duoduo was lying on the table, holding a pencil and drawing something on a piece of paper. Only when she got closer could she see that it was a family photo, drawn crookedly. The father was very tall, the mother was smiling, and the little girl in the middle with pigtails must be herself.

"It's beautifully drawn," Qiu Yingying said softly.

Duoduo was startled, dropping her pencil to the ground. She looked up at her, her big eyes filled with a hint of timidity. She quickly picked up the pencil, clutching the drawing paper tightly to her little hand.

"My mom said she'll come back when I collect a hundred stars," Duoduo whispered, her voice barely audible. As she spoke, she pulled a glass jar from her pocket, filled with crookedly folded paper stars. "Look, I've already collected eighty-seven."

Qiu Yingying looked at the glass jar, her heart suddenly clenched, and her nose felt a little sore. She remembered when she first arrived in Shanghai, she missed home so much that she couldn't sleep, she would hide in her rented room and cry, and she had to pretend that nothing was wrong when she called her parents.

These children's concerns aren't grand wishes; they're simply waiting for their parents to come home and wanting to talk to them a few more times.

On the way back, Qiu Yingying sent a WeChat message to her team in the car: "We'll have a meeting tomorrow. Let's focus on filming the stories of ordinary people, like children looking forward to their parents coming home and the elderly waiting for their children to visit. These are the things hidden in our daily lives that are most touching."

The next day at the meeting, some people suggested finding a celebrity endorsement to boost traffic; others suggested making a cool short film for easier sharing. Qiu Yingying didn't say anything, but projected the picture of Duoduo and the glass jar containing paper stars that she had taken pictures of on her phone onto the screen.

"We do charity work not to gain traffic or attention." Her voice was calm. "Look, this child's wish is to collect enough stars to wait for his mother. And those elderly people living alone may just want someone to talk to them and have a hot meal. These things may seem small, but they are what they care about most. We film these real stories, without being sentimental or deliberate, just to show their lives."

Xiao Zhou from the creative team frowned: "President Qiu, isn't this too ordinary? Everyone likes to watch exciting and fun movies these days. Will anyone watch such a bland film?"

"People will read it," Qiu Yingying said. "Because these stories reflect so many people. Who hasn't longed for someone to come home? Who hasn't missed someone far away? It's the real things that touch people's hearts the most."

In the days that followed, Qiu Yingying and her team spent time in various communities, homes for left-behind children, and homes for elderly people living alone. They didn't set up cameras to film; they simply played with the children, listened to the elderly talk, and recorded those small, fleeting moments.

There was an elderly man named Grandpa Wang who lived alone. His children all worked in other cities, and his home was quiet and deserted. When Qiu Yingying and her companions visited, he was sitting at the door picking vegetables. Upon seeing them, he quickly got up to offer them seats and busied himself boiling water and finding tea leaves. "No one comes here usually; it's very quiet and deserted at home," he said.

As he spoke, Mr. Wang pulled out photos of his children from a drawer and laid them out on the table. "This is my son, working in Shenzhen; this is my daughter, married and living elsewhere," he said, pointing to the photos and rambling on. His eyes were smiling, but his words betrayed an undeniable loneliness.

There was also a little boy named Shitou. His father worked in construction in another city, and his mother had passed away early. He wasn't talkative, but he always carried an old cell phone with his father's voice messages saved on it, which he listened to several times a day. "Dad said that when he earns enough money, he'll come back to accompany me to school," Shitou said, clutching the phone tightly to his chest as if afraid someone would snatch it away.

Qiu Yingying kept these stories in mind and worked with the creative team to polish the script little by little. They didn't write any fancy lines, but simply filmed the people's original words and these everyday scenes. During filming, Duoduo quietly counted the stars in the jar in front of the camera; Grandpa Wang sat at the door, looking in the direction his children were coming home; Shitou held his phone, listening to his father's voice, a secret smile playing on his lips.

The day the film was finished, the entire team gathered in the conference room to watch it. There was no rousing background music, no deliberately sentimental narration, only those small, everyday moments: paper stars in a child's hand, photos on an elderly person's table, and repeatedly played audio messages on a mobile phone. At the end of the film, a line appeared: "Your concerns are understood; your waiting is answered."

On the day of its release, Qiu Yingying was quite nervous, worried that no one would pay attention. Unexpectedly, the video quietly became a hit online.

Someone commented, "I cried when I saw Duoduo counting stars. I was like that when I was little, waiting for my parents to come home and tearing off page after page of the calendar."

"The way Grandpa Wang looks in the photo is just like my grandpa. Every time I call home, he says everything is fine, but after hanging up, he's always staring at my photo."

"The way Shi Tou is holding his phone reminds me of my son. I'm working away from home, and every time I send him a voice message, he listens to it many times."

The comments section was filled with messages like these: some people shared their stories, some said they wanted to sign up to be volunteers, and others asked how to donate supplies to the children. In just a few days, the volunteer registration portal was overwhelmed.

During the company's regular meeting, Chairman Liu specifically brought up this matter, smiling and saying, "Qiu Yingying handled this matter beautifully! She didn't do any fancy stuff; she touched so many people with just her true story. This is what a philanthropist should be like."

After the meeting, Xiao Chen said to Qiu Yingying, "President Qiu, have you seen the comments online? Many people cried while watching it, saying that this film is so heartbreaking."

Qiu Yingying took out her phone and scrolled through the comments, her nose tingling with emotion. She thought of Duoduo's paper stars, Grandpa Wang's photo, and Shitou's old phone—the concern of these ordinary people, like tiny sparks of light, gathered together to form a warm flame. She suddenly felt that what she was doing was particularly meaningful.