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"Sister, will you support my design?" a little boy came to Zijun with a fund-raising box, and he was wearing a suit made of waste plastic bags.

To be honest, the workmanship was very rough, but the cutting of the clothes fit well. Zijun smiled and asked the little boy, "did you cut your own clothes?"

The little boy's face flushed slightly, and then he answered honestly, "No. my mother cut it for me."

Zijun nodded, took out a fifty yuan bill, and asked, "what are you going to buy with this money? Cutting tools?"

"No," the little boy shook his head again, and then the girl next to him said, "we are going to take this donation to make a new suit for the children in the orphanage so that they can wear a new suit for the new year."

Just for a moment, Zijun's nose was gone, and warm liquid poured into her eyes. She even couldn't help crying.

She remembers that when she was young, she also worked as a volunteer with her mother. At that time, the orphanage she went most with her mother, because her mother was the dean of the kindergarten and loved children since childhood.

Shao Meizhen will not only bring food to the children in the orphanage, but also give them classes to let them feel the games and happiness that the children in the kindergarten can enjoy.

How long has it been since I went to the orphanage? It seems that after breaking up with Lin Chengfei, she has been immersed in her own affairs, pestering her own affairs, and forgetting the children in the orphanage.

"Sister, don't you want to support us?" the little girl asked in a crisp voice when she saw Zijun holding a fifty dollar bill but not putting it into the fund-raising box.

"No," Zijun quickly shook his head, took a deep breath of his nose and calmed his mood. "My sister suddenly felt that supporting $50 was not sincere enough, so she decided to change it."

Zijun finished, took out a 100 yuan red note from his bag, and then put it into the fund-raising box together with the 50 yuan.

"Thank you, sister, thank you for your love!" the little girl and the little boy walked towards another audience with the donation box.

"You are very generous. You are the most supportive of all the supporters." Tong Zhenyu said with a smile: "I just looked at it. Everyone else is one yuan and two yuan, and the generous is only five yuan and ten yuan. You are really the only one who invests in red and green bills."

Zijun glared at him. You mean, "if others ask you, you only support one yuan?"

Tong Zhenyu said with a smile: "this was originally an activity. How much is the intention. If we really want to donate money, we will naturally make a big contribution. This public welfare activity can be as good as our intention."

"Then a child will ask you later. I think you will donate one yuan." Zijun stared at him and said.

"Why." before Tong Zhenyu finished, a little girl in a newspaper skirt came to him.

"Uncle, can you support me?" the little girl's voice was crisp.

Before Tong Zhenyu could answer, the little boy who had just come to find Zhang Zijun ran over and said to the little girl, "just now, this sister has supported us. My sister has invested 150 yuan. The family can only support once. You can't ask others for double support."

"Oh, thank you, sister and uncle!" the little girl in the newspaper skirt immediately walked away with the little boy.

Tong Zhenyu frowned sadly, looked at Zhang Zijun and asked, "why do they call me uncle, but call you sister? They also said that we are a family. How can uncle and sister become a family?"

"Ha ha ha." Zhang Zijun immediately laughed and joked, "they must think I'm your daughter."

After Zhang Zijun said this, he immediately turned and ran towards the door of the supermarket. Tong Zhenyu chased after him and shouted, "Zhang Zijun, stop and make it clear to me. Do I have a daughter as big as you?"

Tong Zhenyu roared. The people next to him immediately looked at Zhang Zijun smiling in front, and then looked at Tong Zhenyu who caught up.

Are these two father and daughter? Impossible? The man is so young. Is it cosmetic surgery?

So someone sighed: "Hey, Korean cosmetic surgery messed up people's generation. If they weren't shouting there, we thought they were husband and wife or brothers and sisters."

"Yes," someone next to him sighed, "but who knows, those two people are actually father and daughter? It's estimated that a father can find a girlfriend younger than his daughter."

"So, don't mess with cosmetic surgery. What's good about your father looking so young? I thought it was my lover when I took my daughter out." someone shook his head and said.

Tong Zhenyu caught Zhang Zijun in the discussion of everyone. He was so angry that he was even green: "I won't accompany you to the supermarket in the future, which makes others say that I am a generation higher than you."

Zhang Zijun smiled. Seeing that he pushed the shopping cart, he walked towards the supermarket with him, then nodded solemnly and said, "well, I just decided that we won't go to the supermarket tomorrow. We'll go to the orphanage."

"What?" Tong Zhenyu was surprised and couldn't help staring at Zhang Zijun: "what's wrong with you? This is definitely not what I planned. I clearly planned tomorrow."

"Put away your plan first." Zijun smiled and said to him, "just now those children reminded me that the day after tomorrow will be the new year, but the children in the orphanage don't have new clothes to wear, and they probably don't have delicious dumplings to eat, so I'm going to buy three bags of flour and 100 kilograms of pork. Tomorrow I'll go to the orphanage to make dumplings for the children and kiss them for a new year's meal."

"Zhang Zijun!" Tong Zhenyu couldn't help shouting.

"Something?" Zhang Zijun turned and looked at Tong Zhenyu who pushed the shopping cart.

"That, can you make a discussion?" Tong Zhenyu rubbed his forehead and asked.

"What matters to discuss?" Zijun pretended not to know. In fact, he had vaguely guessed what.

Sure enough, I heard Tong Zhenyu say, "can we exchange the three generations of flour for 100 kilograms of pork? Shall we send 10000 yuan to the orphanage so that they can buy more pork and flour."

"But I want to make dumplings for them myself," Zijun whispered, looking at Tong Zhenyu. "In the past, if my mother didn't go back to her hometown for the new year, she would go to the orphanage to make dumplings for those children."

Zijun said that her mother Shao Meizhen's nose was sour. She took a deep breath: "now, my mother is gone, and this year I didn't accompany my father back to my hometown for the new year, so I also want to go to the orphanage to make dumplings and make a new year's meal for the children."