"Does that mean we no longer need to donate to them?"
"In fact, charity does not necessarily require donating money or materials."
Lu Mengxuan pursed his lips and smiled, then thought for a moment and continued: "Well, I'll take you to a place to have a look."
"How long will it take? You haven't had your coffee yet?"
Zhang Yang was also curious about where she would take him, but he couldn't waste tens of dollars a cup of coffee.
What's more, there is still a promotional video to be shot today, and Feng Yanran has made an appointment with them to fool Lu Mengxuan as soon as possible.
"We'll be there in a minute." After Lu Mengxuan finished speaking, he turned to the waiter not far away and shouted: "Waiter, help me put the coffee in the cup."
There was a large water cup on the side of her backpack. She took it out and handed it to the waiter and told her, "Just pour out the water in it. Put the coffee in it. My water cup is very big and can hold two cups."
Soon the waiter returned the water glass, and Lu Mengxuan took him out of the coffee shop, and then said: "Wait for me for a while."
After saying that, he quickly ran to a nearby supermarket and returned ten minutes later.
They took a taxi on the side of the road and headed towards the suburbs.
As the taxi drove, the road became more and more bumpy, and the location became more and more remote. Finally, it stopped in front of a row of red brick houses.
Two large rusty iron doors were closed tightly, and a white sign hung next to them. It had become dilapidated due to exposure to wind and sun all year round, and even the writing on it was difficult to read.
Lu Mengxuan asked the taxi to wait for about half an hour, and of course the taxi fee would also be charged.
There is no way, it is definitely impossible to take a taxi in such a remote place.
Then he walked to the iron door, pushed it open with all his strength, and walked inside with Zhang Yang.
The yard was obviously an abandoned factory. One corner was filled with various machines and equipment, all rusty and rusty. It looked like it had not been used for many years.
Getting closer and closer to a row of houses, bursts of children's laughter and crying began to come from inside.
"Teacher Lu, you are here."
A door opened, and a middle-aged woman in her forties walked out, with a bloated figure and a red face, full of a simple smile.
Holding a dark iron pot, he immediately came over to meet Lu Mengxuan when he saw it.
"Aunt Wang, how are the children doing?"
"That's great. They are all looking forward to your arrival."
Aunt Wang was stunned when she saw Zhang Yang behind Lu Mengxuan, and asked doubtfully: "Who is this..."
"He is my friend Zhang Yang, and he also likes charity very much, so I brought him to see these children." Lu Mengxuan explained with a smile.
"Oh, if only there were more people like you, these children's lives would be better."
When Zhang Yang heard their conversation, he couldn't help but blush because he thought he was so shameless.
How can I have any charitable thoughts? I just want to use this method to get Lu Mengxuan to shoot a promotional video for me.
It's better now, but I am moved by her behavior.
"Charity is glorious, and I will try my best to help these poor children."
Zhang Yang knew without guessing that this was an orphanage. Even if he blushed, he would put gold in his face without shame, but for the first time, he tasted the feeling of shame.
"Let's go in and see the children."
Lu Mengxuan was very satisfied with his words. With a sweet smile on his pretty face, he looked at him and then turned around and walked back into the house.
"Yeah." Zhang Yang agreed casually and followed.
The green paint on the door had peeled off and looked shabby. When it was opened, a dozen children were playing in the large room.
The room was very tidy, but the tables, chairs and benches were very old, and some scattered children's toys were incomplete.
"Aunt Xuanxuan, where is the picture book you promised to bring me?"
"Aunt Xuanxuan, Xinxin peed her pants again a few days ago."
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When the two entered the house, there was no lively atmosphere like children swarming over with joy, only a few children walking over with childish steps.
Everything was ordinary, but Zhang Yang's heart trembled.
The little boy has white hair, snow-white skin, and a frail and sick look on his young face. At first glance, he has congenital albinism.
There is also a big and bright eye, but he was born with a cleft lip and palate. The small lip is naturally incomplete all the way to the bottom of the nose, showing white teeth and making a vague childish voice.
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"I brought it to you, look, there are cartoon dolls on it!"
Lu Mengxuan knelt down, opened his backpack, took out a picture book and continued: "Where's Xinxin, didn't you agree not to pee your pants last time? This time it's time for auntie to spank him."
"Aunt Wang said he was sleepy and didn't want us to disturb him, so she took him somewhere else." The little girl with a cleft lip and palate said in a childish voice.
"Then let's not disturb him, Xixi, this is the cartoon Doraemon that Auntie brought to you. It can sing!"
Lu Mengxuan took out a toy from his bag, turned on the switch and immediately played a children's song, and Xixi's pretty face immediately showed surprise.
"Guoguo, Auntie brought you chocolate." Lu Mengxuan walked up to a little boy with dull eyes, lowered his head and twirled his fingers, and said with a smile.
The little boy glanced at her without any reaction. He didn't even look at the beautifully packaged chocolate.
"Come on, Auntie will feed you."
Lu Mengxuan was not angry. He opened the chocolate, broke off a small piece, and gently placed it near Guoguo's mouth.
Guoguo opened his mouth and took a bite. The sweet taste attracted him, so he reached out to grab the chocolate and held it tightly in his hand.
"I know you are just a little glutton, and you still care about face like a little man." Lu Mengxuan smiled and touched the little boy's hair, turned around and started to distribute the contents of the bag to each child one by one.
Candy, pencils, little rag dolls...
After dividing the things, Lu Mengxuan picked up his backpack, walked to Xixi again and said, "Xixi, Auntie has gone back. You are their little sister, so you must remember to take care of them."
"Well, don't worry, Aunt Lu. Goodbye." Xixi hugged the toy in her arms tightly, waved her hand, and uttered childish and vague words to say goodbye.
After the two of them walked out of the house, Lu Mengxuan's pretty face with a sunny smile just now dimmed a lot. He breathed a long sigh of relief and turned around to leave.
"Teacher Lu..." Aunt Wang hurried out of the house not far away and shouted.
"What's wrong, Aunt Wang?"
"Although it's not very cold yet, these children are weak and I want to light the stove to keep them warm as soon as possible."
"I understand, Aunt Wang, it will be winter soon. Please prepare more coal."
Lu Mengxuan opened his bag, took out the five thousand yuan that he was about to lend to Zhang Yang, walked over and stuffed it into Aunt Wang's hand.
"It won't take that much."
"The rest is your salary, and then you can buy them some commonly used medicines."
"Okay." Aunt Wang stopped refusing and continued after thinking for a moment: "Teacher Lu, Xinxin has already..."
"I see."
"Well, I originally wanted to inform you and send this child to the crematorium, but after thinking about it, wouldn't it be a waste of money? So I buried him directly in the open space behind the yard."
"I'm going back, Aunt Wang. I'll come back in two days."
After Lu Mengxuan finished speaking, he quickly walked outside the orphanage without waiting for Aunt Wang's reply.
Didi didi...
The urgent honking of a taxi came from outside.
"What did you press? Didn't you see it came out?"
Zhang Yang felt a little depressed and inexplicably irritable, so he rushed over and shouted to the driver.
"Brother, I need to eat too! It's not profitable to do this job for you, and it's not cost-effective to delay it for so long."
The driver was in his forties, with dark skin and a face full of grievances.
"Didn't I give you more money just now?"
"It's been more than half an hour, and I've been able to get several customers. How can I do it with this little money?"
"Forget it Zhang Yang, it's not easy. Let's go back." Lu Mengxuan came over and persuaded.
The two of them got into the car, and the driver stepped on the gas and drove towards the city.
The driver didn't dare to say anything after seeing Zhang Yang's expression just now, while Lu Mengxuan looked out the window expressionlessly.
The three of them were speechless all the way, looking particularly dull.
"Why bother, come here and make yourself so unhappy?"
Zhang Yang broke the silence, tried his best to force out a smirk, and said teasingly.
"I'm not unhappy." Lu Mengxuan shrugged, pursed his lips, and showed a relaxed smile.
"Really? Isn't that Xinxin already..."
Zhang Yang thought to himself, that child is dead, how can you not be sad? It will feel better if you cry.
Although you were once majored in acting, your acting skills cannot be hidden from my eyes. It is not good for your health to be depressed.
"Death was a relief for him."
"You can't say that, it's better to die than live."
Zhang Yang saw that she was still so relaxed, and felt that she had completely seen through life, old age, illness and death, and reached a certain artistic conception, so he continued to talk nonsense: "You are still a teacher? How can you be so cruel?"
"Really? What do you know? These surviving children did not have a happy childhood. Even if their symptoms reach society, they are still looked down upon and ridiculed by others. For them, will they live in pain and shadow all their lives?
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"Then you still care about them so much?"
"I just want them to be happy while they are alive."
Lu Mengxuan continued with a calm face: "Actually, I can't bear to see them look pitiful, but look at how clear their eyes are. They should have a happy life and childhood like other children, but..."
I really want to live another five hundred years!
Zhang Yang's cell phone suddenly rang, making Lu Mengxuan's pretty face startled, then darkened.
Maybe this funny ringtone touched her sad mood. Although she knew it was not Zhang Yang's fault, she couldn't blame her for her disgusted mood at the moment.
"Brother, how did you set up the ring tone? Can you set one for me?"
The driver became interested and turned around and asked with a smile.
PS: You are used to me updating every Monday and Wednesday, right? Do you like it? Do you love me? How would I know if you don’t tell me? (To be continued)