Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 377: Rumors
"But I really don't know."

I calmly admit:
"No one ever told me about it."

"In this era, even parents are very secretive about emotions and physiological knowledge, let alone hope that anyone else can teach me these things in a systematic way."

"I have been very good at studying since I was a child, but many teachers who have been very good to me have said that I can only learn by rote, memorize by rote, accept dead logic, and can't make twists and turns."

"Even my second uncle, who is known to have a dark path and whose body is faster than his brain, said this to me."

"I'm actually not smart at all, I'm stupid."

"I can occasionally understand the truth about being late, but I can't understand people."

The room fell into silence, Gong Shuji let out a long sigh again, and said softly:

"Don't say it's you, no one can understand."

I didn't answer, but leaned forward and lay on the other side of the bed. After a long time, I asked:
"What do you want to do in the future?"

Gong Shuji moved to the edge of the bed and then said:
"Take care of Dad. After Dad dies, I should go to Ruian."

Ruian, a little-known southern town.

I didn’t understand why Gong Shuji said this. I glanced sideways at him, and Gong Shuji slowly laughed:
“I sponsored two poor children there, and they wrote to me every year.”

"I heard that there are many people in need of help there. I should sell my property by then. Wherever I build a Hope Primary School or something, I will definitely pay attention to emotional courses and physical health."

It sounds really good.

I was silent for a few minutes:

"Someone told me before that she wanted to build a fireworks factory, but she didn't do it."

I briefly told Gong Shuji about Yu Jiajia.

Gong Shuji frowned when he heard this, and the corners of his lips showed an arc of disapproval:
"Sounds like glorified desire."

"In the final analysis, the fireworks factory belongs to her, and it is not a welfare organization. When she repeatedly described the fireworks factory, there was no lower limit to the misery. In fact, she was seeking benefits for herself."

"Are you implying that I don't think I can build a school?"

"But I have been donating money."

"I'll look for a photo."

Gong Shuji was slowly groping for something. I lay on the bed and pondered for a long time, and then I suddenly understood that it seemed to be exactly what Gong Shuji said.

The concepts of fireworks factory and school have different starting points.

One is a personal desire, and the other is a dream centered on others.

If what Yu Jiajia said to me at that time was, "I want to build a school."

Then she might make it to the end.

Because in this way, for the sake of my unborn child.
Even if it's for other people's children, she has enough faith to persevere.

Don't underestimate the power of maternal love.

Maybe, between the countless rolls of the dice, I don’t know when, there will be a moment of hesitation.

'Can I do this? '

'What would happen to those children if I did this? '

In this way, maybe you won’t get trapped again and again.

But what she said was that she wanted to build a fireworks factory. What she also said was that she wanted to inherit the old wish of her gambler father, follow the old family path, and run the fireworks factory well.

The tragedy of Yu's father has happened, and Yu Jiajia has indeed embarked on this 'old road' and turned into a puddle of unrecognizable flesh in front of a residential building.

"You are very kind. Although you said you don't understand what emotions are, you still helped her."

Gongshuji handed me the mobile phone in his hand:
"It's just that you may not have social experience. As soon as you hear about gambling, you should actually run away."

"There is an old saying that betting on dogs does not deserve sympathy." "Slowly weaken the relationship with this person."

I took the mobile phone from Gong Shuji's hand, put down the text on it, and whispered:
"She incurred huge debts from gambling and now she has jumped to her death."

Gong Shuji stopped talking.

Yes, they are all dead.

I almost died wherever I went.

The atmosphere became silent. I flipped through the photo album on his phone, and my brows became tighter:
"These are thank-you letters written to you by the children you sponsor?"

Gongshu Ji nodded:

"One letter a month, I keep all the letters from the two children for six years."

"My condition this year was actually not very good. Letters were not convenient to carry, so I took photos and saved them on my phone."

"I plan to burn the letters with my body when I die."

I opened my mouth, not knowing how to speak.

Gong Shuji noticed my hesitation, and there was a hint of deep thought on his face:

"what happened?"

"Is there anything strange?"

I scrolled through the photos one by one, the corners of my lips pursed tighter and tighter:

"How old is the child you sponsor?"

Gong Shuji finally realized what had happened, stood up with difficulty, and replied:
"When I first started sponsoring two children, one was eight and the other was nine. It was said that both of their parents died, so the village collective started looking for caring people from the society."

"Six years ago, each child needed 600 yuan a month. I thought before they would be in high school and it would be inconvenient for girls to ask for money, the price increased to 1,200 yuan per person."

I have lived in a backward village since I was a child, and I certainly know what one thousand two hundred yuan per month means to each person.

Farming can be done in the countryside. Even if a child cannot cultivate wheat or rice, there is no problem in sowing some vegetable seeds.

Elsewhere, consumption is low.

An ordinary middle-aged person, taking my second uncle as an example, spends about two to three hundred yuan in a month.

Not to mention that it will increase to 1,200 yuan per person later, even if it is 600 yuan per person per month, after six years, it will be considered a considerable sum of money.

Not to mention that reading is compulsory education now, books are free, and you only need to buy some basic school supplies.

"you were fooled."

I still look through the photos all the time.

I don't want to find evidence that Gong Shuji was deceived, but I want to find evidence that I made a mistake.

But in the end, it failed.

I fixed the phone screen on a photo that was very close and I could see the brushstrokes:
"Although the handwriting of each letter is ugly and crooked, it looks like it was written by a child, but the writing is too deep."

The wrist strength of a child cannot compete with that of an adult.

Adults also have subconscious biases in their writing habits.
That is the stretch between the strokes, the 'little tail' that is just right when writing.

This is also one of the reasons why children cannot imitate adults' handwriting to sign on test papers, and will be quickly recognized by teachers if they sign.

The person who wrote the letter to Gong Shuji was an adult.

That adult is writing ugly words intentionally or unintentionally.

It took six years to write.

Literary words: refers to lies and gibberish.