"Haha, this is very easy. You need as much as you want, as sweet as you are, as you are as sweet as you are, keep it in custody!" Fang Chaoyang said with a smile.

"It's so bad!" Peng Jiang angrily punched a pink fist.

After dating Peng Jiang for so long, Fang Chaoyang never wrote a love letter to her. It was not that he expressed his feelings with stinginess, but that he had unknown psychological shadows.

When he was in school, Fang Chaoyang stayed up all night and wrote a three thousand-word love letter to Hai Xiaozhou in a straight brush and small calligraphy. He thought it was a masterpiece among love letters.

As a result, when he saw Hai Xiaozhou the next day, he handed the love letter to her, but he started to quarrel. Hai Xiaozhou was furious and didn't even read it, so he tore up this love letter of treasure and threw it into the wind.

Fang Chaoyang was very hurt at that time and believed that what Hai Xiaozhou tore was not just love letters, but the strong love. He once secretly vowed that he would never write love letters again in the future, and there was a large crack between him and Hai Xiaozhou.

Now Hai Xiaozhou always holds his hands on the past. In fact, she has never seriously examined how excessive she had done before. Men have always played a strong role in life, but they cannot trample on their dignity at will.

"Chaoyang, what are you asking me to help?" Peng Jiang's words pulled Fang Chaoyang back from his memories.

"Oh, I want you to send the article to a million signature and call on me to help Yu Qing donate money when he is sick in bed." Fang Chaoyang said.

"Aren't there any charity organizations?" Peng Jiang asked.

"That fundraising method is very strict. I heard that Yu Qing's situation is not very good, so I'm afraid it's too late. Of course, doing this does not comply with the regulations, but you can't think so much in front of saving people." Fang Chaoyang said.

"Wait a minute, I'll contact the two initiators." Peng Jiang said, opened WeChat and began to contact two doctors, Lin Zhigang and Li Zigui. After reading the article, they both thought they could try it.

"How is Lin Zhigang's recent situation?" Fang Chaoyang inquired.

"Maybe he's thinking about it, he often looks like he smiles, his work is crazy, as if he's atonement." Peng Jiang said, and asked again: "Will he go to court?"

"Yes! Look at the attitude of the procuratorate." Fang Chaoyang said vaguely.

No matter how hard Lin Zhigang tried, he had to bear the consequences for the crimes he had committed. There was a clear line between emotion and law, and the latter would not be disturbed by the former.

Half an hour later, Changge's article calling for donations was posted on the homepage of millions of signatures, which immediately aroused a lot of response from netizens.

Everyone felt sorry for Yu Qing and sent mourning, scolding the murderer for being ruthless and ruthless, and should go to hell.

One hour later, the amount of the registration donation counted exceeded 50,000, and the actual amount may be even larger, and there are many people who do good deeds without leaving their name.

Peng Jiang was very busy, and Fang Chaoyang was also very happy. Internet groups such as million signatures should not always focus on the Miao Yi case and try to interfere with the judiciary. They should play a more active social role.

After accompanying Peng Jiang for an afternoon, Fang Chaoyang returned home and transferred the article from WeChat to Monk Hai Xiaozhou Shangyong.

Shang Yong replied with a thumbs up and said nothing. After Hai Xiaozhou finished reading it, he sent a message and praised it sincerely: "It's so good, Chaoyang, if you don't become a judge, you can also be a freelance writer."

"It's too much!" Fang Chaoyang was also very happy.

"I'm very curious about what the love letter I tore off back then was written in?"

Hai Xiaozhou also thought of this, which made Fang Chaoyang feel particularly frustrated. After a while, he replied with three words, "I forgot!"

"Oh, I had a bad temper back then. I didn't think about other people's feelings. In fact, I soon regretted it and wanted to pick it up and stick it back, but the number of pages is too large, it's broken, and it's all over the place, and it's impossible to complete it!"

Fang Chaoyang was amused and crying, but it was rare that she could still review her. She replied angrily: "It's not much better now."

"It's much better! Since I started working, I have restrained my bad temper and nodded and smiled when I see my leader."

"That's politeness, it has nothing to do with temper."

"I won't chat anymore, go watch the show and remember to delete the records." Hai Xiaozhou said.

"Why?" Fang Chaoyang asked.

"Your girlfriend saw it and you are going to find fault with you again."

"She never flips through my phone."

"That's my trust in you, cherish it!" Hai Xiaozhou waved goodbye with a look.

Fang Chaoyang quit the WeChat software, sat on the sofa, called out Yu Qing's travel notes, and started reading again until the night completely enveloped the house.

The next day, not long after Fang Chaoyang arrived at the office and sat down, clerk Xiao Zhao came in, holding a newspaper in his hand, which was the "Dong'an Daily" that the unit must subscribe.

"Xiao Zhao, I'm here to deliver me a newspaper." Fang Chaoyang said with a smile.

"Hehe, I don't have that high awareness." Xiao Zhao laughed, spread the newspaper on the table, turned to the page of the supplement, and said, "Head, look, articles about the girl in the backpack."

The road is at your feet, and people are in heaven.

Fang Chaoyang never expected that Dong'an Daily would publish his article in full, and even the donation account was on it. With the participation of the media, Yu Qing's ** would receive more donations, and perhaps, he might stand up from the hospital bed. Fang Chaoyang was deeply relieved.

"This article is very well written. I almost cried when I read it. I just donated 500 yuan." Xiao Zhao said.

"Oh, it's a pity for Yu Qing."

"The author's name has also been well received. Long songs are on the way. I really want to meet this great god." Xiao Zhao said again.

It was me, Fang Chaoyang almost said it. He thought about it and asked, "Have the procuratorate pursued Shang Zaijun?"

"Not yet, maybe I'll wait for the June 25th corpse dismemberment case to go together!" Xiao Zhao said.

The newspaper was left behind by Fang Chaoyang, and at least it contained its own articles, so it was carefully collected as a souvenir.

The media has a strong influence, and the Yu Qing case has once again become the focus. The news on the Internet scrolls very quickly. Fang Chaoyang rarely pays attention to it in his spare time.

Yu Qing's father said in an interview that as of now, the donations received have been worth 300,000 yuan. He promised to use the money seriously and make the expenses public. The excess will be handed over to public welfare organizations and then used to help others.

He was very grateful to his benefactor who wrote the article and called for donations, and even bowed deeply in front of the camera.

More details about Yu Qing's life were dug out by the interview media. Fang Chaoyang was surprised to find that one of the online names Yu Qing had used before was Changge on the way, and he had a special fate with him.

When talking about his daughter, Yu Qing's father still burst into tears and choked up and couldn't speak. For five years, he had been illusions that his daughter would suddenly appear in front of him with a smile, but what he saw was a cold and dry bone.

Shang Zaijun's evil deeds were beyond words, and it was outrageous. No matter how much money he donated to study, he could not wash away the dirty sins.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Chaoyang received a call from Shang Yong and immediately drove to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Chapter completed!