Hubby,love is so hard

Ji Yan was stunned and then laughed. The meaning of this is too sour. It's not like what Shang Jin Shen can say.

"Well, so I'd like to see another one I love in two days." Following his words, Ji Yan tells him her plan in two days.

Domestic affairs have been dealt with almost, she really miss Xiao Yanfeng, can't wait to see him, also don't know if he has a little longer.

Maybe Ji Yan expresses her feelings too directly. Shang Jin guesses what she wants to do without thinking about it.

But

He raised his handsome eyebrows and asked, "what about your charity sale? If I remember correctly, two days later? "

Oh! Yes, and the charity sale. Ji Yan can't laugh or cry. She really has a dog's memory. She can forget so important things.

Embarrassed to feel the tip of her nose, Ji Yan said with a dry smile, "walk after the charity sale, walk after the charity sale."

After so long preparation, how can she just walk away? Anyway, everything is almost settled, and she is not in a hurry in these two days.

He put his big hand on her head and shook it hard. Shang Jin Shen laughed and scolded, "what a good memory!"

Mm-hmm, Ji Yan secretly nods. If Shang Jin Shen didn't remind her, she would be in a hurry again.

Two days later——

"Oh, Mr. Liu, you're here too. It's really a coincidence." the man, about 40 or 50 years old, saw his familiar partner and went up to greet him.

"What a coincidence! Look at the number one people in a city, who didn't come!" President Liu looked around for a week and gave a frank answer.

If you look at it carefully, the man agrees, "well, that's true."

But... Men frown slightly and are shocked by the simplicity here. Even for charity activities, anyone with a little economic mind knows that your care for the venue layout is equal to your sincerity. If you really want to keep clean and set up a table at will, it's different from begging on the street.

Of course, Ji Yan's is not so simple this time. It's just an open-air simple large-scale venue without gorgeous decoration. It doesn't need a threshold to come in. There are all kinds of fruit and melon snacks in it. Countless ordinary people will come in to eat and drink for a little bit of cheapness.

Disgusted to look at those people, the man complained to the people around him, "this plan is not well done, without us, she will lose money!"

Although philanthropy is not for making money, it is really out of your own pocket if you don't get a considerable amount.

Mr. Liu picked up the apple juice on the table and said with a smile, "it's said that the highlight is in the evening, but now it's just a propaganda!"

Unlike the men around him, Mr. Liu thinks that the plan is well done. No matter how much money can be raised, the publicity has been done. Some food and drink are nothing. In public, celebrities like them will not donate too little even for the sake of face.

They talked about each other's opinions, but until the end, no one was sure whether the activity was a success or a failure.

"Distinguished guests, dear friends, welcome to join us here to contribute to our charity. All the friends standing here, let's applaud for ourselves The host stood on the stage and mobilized everyone's emotion with great enthusiasm. There were lots of applause under the stage.

This is the reason why the venue can be entered without any barriers. The citizens are brave enough to join in the fun. All the activities in the venue will be broadcast on the Internet through the media, and the cold and quiet scenes will not be good-looking.

The host's smile is sweet, which can infect everyone's mood. Listening to her high and low tone, Ji Yan is also serious.

After a series of interaction on and off the stage, the activity finally entered the main topic. As soon as the background music changed, the host's look also changed.

With her sad face, she told the audience, "maybe I'm not rich enough, but I'm glad I'm not poor; Maybe I'm not happy enough, but I appreciate that I'm not alone; Maybe I'm not smart enough, but I'm glad I'm not illiterate... "

The audience listened to her words indifferently, these are the reality, the plaintive can not move anyone.

"The language is too poor. I don't know how to express my inner tremor, but the children who are poor, have lost their parents, and have no learning opportunities all affect my heart. So next, I'd like to invite you to watch a video to let you experience my inner feelings."

The host steps down, the LED screen lights up, and after a few flashes, a clear picture appears:

A seven or eight year old boy, dressed in clothes made of sacks of linen, squats in the mud and plays with stones. Without his parents, he follows a lonely old man in the village and has no source of income. He has to rely on mountains to eat and eat with wild vegetables.

The little boy seems a little shy in front of the camera, wriggling his feet. Down the camera, the pair of small feet, which should have been white and tender, were dark and rough. Wearing a pair of dirty sandals with a section of bottom, they could not see the original color. Feeling the shift of the camera, the boy poked his foot into the soil, looked at the person in front of him and said timidly, "can you stop photographing me?"

When asked why, he said, "this will be seen by a lot of people, and there will be more people who don't like me." The boy was a little aggrieved, but he also knew vaguely that everyone didn't like his appearance. His thin body was hidden in his obviously broad clothes and shrunk into a ball.

"Are you happy?" The reporter asked a question about a rotten street. Will he be happy in such an environment? Like the answers in many programs, will they be satisfied with the status quo and have their own happiness which is not understood by others?

Boy a Leng, happy?

He pursed his mouth and shook his head. He didn't know the meaning of happiness. At a young age, he couldn't define it clearly, but he still thought it was a beautiful word, but he couldn't feel it.

"Then why aren't you happy?"

The boy hesitated and didn't want to answer this question.

After waiting for the boy's answer for a long time, the photographer couldn't get the expression on his face, so he had to bend down and aim the camera at the boy's face from below.

When the camera was suddenly aimed at him, the boy was frightened and resisted. He pushed hard. He was young, but his strength was not small. The cameraman couldn't prevent him for a moment, and he hit the ground with a little pain on his face.

"I, I didn't mean to..." the boy was about to cry. His eyes turned red in an instant. His little lips were shaking and his pale face turned red.