Honestly, I'm quite curious where this old man got the money to make donations.
At this age, it's really hard to find a job.
Maybe it's from his pension?
On the live stream, the old man walked out of a building with a heart-shaped logo.
His hair was more than half white, his body slightly stooped, wearing a repeatedly washed short-sleeved shirt and trousers, with two small patches on the pants.
The old man's surname was Cui, and his given name was He, signifying peace and prosperity in the family.
He walked towards a flowerbed beside him, took out a burlap sack and tongs that he had placed there beforehand, and headed towards the bustling street.
The street was crowded with people.
Hurried staff, laughing and playing children.
There were also some young boys and girls who hadn't started school yet, chatting while drinking beverages.
Empty bottles were occasionally thrown into trash cans.
A teenager tried to throw a mineral water bottle into the trash can like shooting a basketball.
He raised his hand, tiptoed, and threw.
Clang!
The mineral water bottle hit the edge of the trash can and bounced onto the ground.
The teenager pouted, and his friends burst into laughter.
Let's go, let's go.
Just as the teenager was hesitating whether to pick it up, he saw an old man walk over.
"Do you still want this bottle?"
The teenager looked at the burlap sack next to the old man. "No, you can take it."
With that, the group of young boys and girls said something to each other and cheerfully left.
Cui He put the bottle into the sack by his side, then took out the tongs and rummaged through the trash can.
He was careful not to spill the trash out of the bin.
Although he wasn't dressed well, he kept himself quite clean.
He didn't want to dirty passersby.
However, as he rummaged, a smell would sometimes cling to him, so he consciously kept a certain distance from passersby.
He didn't want to be a nuisance.
In a short while, his sack was half full.
When he passed by the entrance of a residential compound, a young child came out.
He was holding a stack of books and looking around.
Suddenly, the child's gaze fell on the old man holding the burlap sack, and his eyes lit up.
He walked up to the old man, put the books on the ground, and said crisply,
"Grandpa, you can take these to sell, they're no longer needed."
With that, he looked around.
Before the old man could reply, he ran back into the compound.
Cui He looked at the child's departing back, then at the stack of books on the ground, and smiled.
When he used to pick up trash on the road, children would often hand him drink bottles.
These children were quite cute.
He squatted down, about to put the stack of paper into his sack, but his movements suddenly paused.
He leaned closer to examine the stack of books; they looked quite new.
Flipping through them casually, he found a book titled "Summer Vacation Homework."
He was stunned for a moment and took a look.
Fourth Grade, Second Semester.
Only a part of it was completed, with many blank spaces remaining.
"Why would they put the homework in here? What if they can't find it later?"
Cui He became a little anxious, looked around, but the child had already disappeared.
He didn't know if there were other assignments from that child in here.
For a moment, he dared not put the stack of books into the burlap sack.
If they were still needed, they couldn't be considered waste paper; they were things for learning.
Thinking this, Cui He exerted some force, picked up the stack of books, and went to the guardhouse.
The guard had already seen the old man. Seeing him approach, he instinctively glanced into the room behind him, looking for discarded paper scraps.
He didn't see any hard paper scraps, but he did see a half-finished bottle of water.
He gulped down two large mouthfuls and then handed the bottle over.
"Old man, I only have this. You can take it."
Cui He smiled and placed the books in his hands on the windowsill. "Don't worry, I'm not here to ask you for scrap materials."
He patted the books in front of him. "That little kid accidentally mixed his homework in here. He might come back to look for it later. Could you keep it here for now?"
"School is about to start. He'll be anxious if he can't find it."
"Ah? Oh, okay."
The guard instinctively agreed, but after realizing what was said, his expression became a little strange.
However, he still put the stack of books into the room without saying anything.
Let's be honest, I'll laugh on behalf of the uncle guard first, hahahahaha.
Primary school student: I finally got rid of my homework o(╥﹏╥)o.
This kid is too weak. Back then, I directly threw mine to my dog.
Inside the live stream, seeing the guard's expression, many viewers showed a mysterious smile.
The sense of identification was strong.
Some students who hadn't finished their homework raised their heads, looked around, and pondered possibilities.
Those with pets at home looked at their own pets.
Those without pets started to consider how windy it was today, whether the homework could be blown away.
But after the initial reaction, they calmed down a bit.
Some viewers' minds began to process, and they became somewhat silent.
Some people, sitting in cars and playing with their phones, shouted that they didn't want to go to school.
Others trekked through mountains and rivers, rushing to school in the dark, doing homework even by the light of a kerosene lamp.
For a moment, they couldn't help but think of a photo that had once appeared online.
The girl in the photo had a pair of bright and clear eyes.
Within them, there was a full desire for knowledge.
Some viewers looked at their phones and computers, then at the ten-yuan milk tea on their desks.
They withdrew their hands that were about to mess with their homework.
Perhaps they hadn't experienced such hardship, but
It must have been quite tough, right?
I'm going to write some homework first~
I snatched the homework from my dog's mouth, and my mom saw me.
By the way, where can I donate clothes that I haven't worn much?
There's clothing recycling in our community, but I've never tried it. I'll check it out next time.
Jiang Lin followed the old man and glanced at the bullet screen of the live stream.
He also understood what they were laughing and sighing about.
From the bullet screen, he could roughly gauge their emotional changes and shifts in thought.
In a sense, these viewers were quite easy to understand.
On the street.
After entrusting the books to the guard, Cui He continued forward with his sack.
He moved through streets and alleys.
When he saw trash on the ground, he would casually pick it up with his tongs and put it into the trash can.
Sometimes he encountered people who were in a bad mood or had bad tempers, but he didn't mind.
Everyone has unhappy moments; there's no need to argue over a temporary grievance.
Besides, his old bones couldn't argue anymore.
When he got tired, he would find a place to sit and rest.
When he was hungry, he would take out steamed buns and water from his self-sewn large shoulder bag and eat them carefully.
The steamed buns, moistened with saliva, had a sweet taste and were very fragrant.
Because he ate in advance, when mealtime arrived
And the aroma of various restaurants filled the air, he wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
At that time, the crowds would also increase, and empty bottles would become more numerous.
Looking at the almost full sack by his side, Cui He pursed his lips and smiled, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes.
Today's haul looked pretty good. He could take out another bag later.