ocean hunter

Chapter 597 Empathy
The poor can understand the poor best, and Lu Xiaolu has experienced hardships himself, so of course he can empathize with them.

It’s not that they are lazy, it’s just that there is nothing they can do. The old man’s physical fitness is there, and he has tried his best to plant the two acres of land, not to mention that there are still many lands on the mountain that cannot grow food. The most common crop is potatoes. .

Even Lu Xiaolu's life in the past was not necessarily more difficult than theirs, at least he could earn some money to support himself.

Those who live in the mountains are powerless, and can't even think of anything else, because they have no way to contact and understand these things.

Looking at those photos, Lu Xiaolu couldn't help but think of all the things he had done in the past, and was fascinated for a while.

After finishing singing, Mr. Liu said to him with some embarrassment: "Brother, if you have the ability, please help us. One or two yuan is fine, and you can order songs."

A man stands up to the sky, the sky is big, and the face is the biggest. How can he feel better if he humbly begs for a dollar or two, but there is no way, he is used to it, and he has come here all these years.

Lu Xiaolu came back to his senses and took out a piece of 50 yuan from his trouser pocket. He didn't bring a wallet today. These were originally meant to treat Xue Li and Cheng Min to a meal, and put them directly in the piano bag in front of Teacher Liu. .

Teacher Liu was at a loss for a while: "Brother, you don't need so many."

He looks embarrassed but he is reluctant to give the money to Lu Xiaolu. Sometimes the 50 yuan is enough for him to sing for a day, and how much potatoes or cabbage can be bought for the children when he brings it back.

Lu Xiaolu sighed, said nothing, waved his hands and went back to his seat.

Teacher Liu looked at his back, muttered twice and didn't speak, and met a kind person again.

Although it is not uncommon to meet generous people before, hundreds or even thousands, but that is only a minority, most of them are like this, earning tens of dollars a day, 50 dollars is already a lot .

Now there are too many liars and fake beggars, consuming the kindness of the public, begging for food with a broken bowl during the day, changing clothes at night, and driving to another city to live in a villa.

Over time, this group has been labeled as liars, and people like them who really need help have also been affected by Chiyu. Those photos and statements are seen as liars by others.

He didn't want to make money by selling miserables, but he didn't study systematically at all. He also learned guitar and singing by himself.

The kids in the school had to eat again, so what could he do, he had no choice but to make a bad move, and asked the village head to write a certificate and stamp it with an official seal, proving that his photos and descriptions were true and not a liar.

Both performing arts and "selling miserably", the combination of the two can be worthwhile.

If he hadn't been forced to be helpless, how could he be so shameless as a man of seven feet to sell miserably to make money.

I was tired from singing for a long time, I hadn’t eaten at noon, and I was hungry and thirsty. Teacher Liu sorted out the money in the piano bag and put it in a plastic bag. put away.

This is the children's food expenses for the next month, and they have to teach after they go back, and they can't come out until the end of next month.

I took out a newspaper from the backpack with peeling patent leather, put it on the seat under the mushroom, took out a big iron kettle, two steamed buns bought in the morning, and a jar of fried pickles that were almost bottomed out. So I ate it.

Seeing the people coming and going on the street, the bustling crowd, and the family of three enjoying themselves happily, there was a trace of envy in his eyes.

To be honest, every time he came out and saw the feasting and feasting on the street, why didn't he think about giving up, finding a job and living his own life well.

Although he looks weather-beaten, like 40 years old, in fact he is only a 28-year-old young man.

Life at this age should be wonderful, going to work, drinking, falling in love, getting married and having children, unlike what he is now, except for leaving traces of time on his face, there is nothing else, even sorry for the parents at home .

But every time he saw those children eating snacks and being played with by their parents on the street, he would think of his students who were still in the dilapidated school looking forward to his return, and the thoughts that had just arisen were shattered.

He didn't think he was very great, and those children could live without him, but he couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear to let them live in that small mountain village all their lives.

Although there is no money to go to school, if he does not come to do this job, those children will not be able to go to class at all. They can only help the family plant the half-acre land and herd sheep, and they will not be able to get out of the mountains for the rest of their lives.

With his help, at least these students will not be illiterate, and it is enough to understand the outside world.

As for the feasting and feasting and the joy of the whole family, it is more meaningful for him to support education in the mountains.

For his parents, he can only say sorry, and occasionally use his meager salary to express his affection, or wait for the opportunity to honor them in the future.

Maybe one day I will bring back a daughter-in-law for their two elders, and let them enjoy the family happiness.

Thinking about it, Teacher Liu couldn't help showing a smile. Seeing that it was getting late, he quickly ate a steamed bun with fried pickles and hot water from the kind shop owner. Let's eat the remaining steamed buns on the road tomorrow.

After eating, Mr. Liu took out another counterfeit mobile phone, which was very stuck, and it took five seconds to turn on the camera. This was the only thing those children could get in touch with the outside world.

I took a few photos of several big mushrooms on the square, and I will take them back to show the children.

Every time the kids asked him when he could take them out to see, he smiled and said next time, but there was really no way, the travel expenses for so many people was not a small amount, not to mention the food and accommodation, he A person can make do with anything, but not with students.

Every sum of money is hard-earned, and potatoes and cabbage are what they need most at present, which are cheap and can be stored for a long time.

After taking the photos, Teacher Liu picked up the guitar and continued to play and sing, singing about you once.

Suddenly, the familiar music sounded on the other side. It was the prelude of you. The sound quality was much better than his, and there were several instruments. Unlike him, there was only a broken acoustic guitar and a small speaker.

He didn't care about these things, even if the people in Mushroom Square were attracted, it didn't make sense for him to sing here, so he had no choice but to pack up his things, carry his backpack and guitar, and lift up the small speakers.

I originally wanted to change places, but this place has the most people, and I have to rush back tomorrow, forget it, let's rest for a while today, he is also a human being, and he will be tired.

I'm going to sleep on a deck chair in the square later, so I won't wander around. It's very lively over there, so go and have a look.

(End of this chapter)