Rebirth Starting as a Stock Market Enthusiast

On Saturday morning, Shen Fei drove to the elementary school gate, and Zhou Yun came with him.

Zhao Jun and Li Yuanyuan were already waiting at the door.

Because it was Saturday, there was no one at the school.

Shen Fei and Li Yuanyuan sat down at a nearby dessert shop and began discussing the details of their home visit.

The essence of these daily accounts is actually to peep into other people's lives, either seeking resonance or seeking comfort. There's not much to film on Saturdays and Sundays.

As for the selection of home visitors, there were specific considerations. Shen Fei spent a full hour asking around, getting all the information from Li Yuanyuan's student list.

This was actually the first time Zhou Yun had seen Shen Fei work so seriously. In the past, when he filmed videos for her, he would always casually arrange the script and shoot a few clips and that was it. She always thought that shooting short videos was so easy for Shen Fei.

Zhou Yun listened quietly to the side. She only ever appeared in this state when she was reading, but now she was doing something else entirely: watching Shen Fei work diligently.

The core of Li Yuanyuan's filming this time was hardship.

Nothing in the world resonates more with people than suffering.

Families who are still willing to leave their children in rural primary schools at this time either do not value their children's education enough or have limited financial resources.

The latter accounted for the vast majority.

Shen Fei easily identified the candidate from the list of left-behind children.

Wang Xiaoya, seven years old, is in first grade. Her parents died in an accident when she was in kindergarten. She was raised by her grandparents. Her grandmother rents a house in town to accompany her to school, while her grandfather farms and raises chickens and ducks in a remote rural area.

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After reaching an agreement, the four left the dessert shop.

The road to Wang Xiaoya's house is difficult to travel, so Zhao Jun drove a Mercedes-Benz today.

As the car drove out of town, the cement road quickly turned into a bumpy dirt road, and the car bounced violently.

Zhao Jun grumbled and cursed the whole way, complaining that the chassis was almost smashed to pieces.

Shen Fei didn't say anything. He already knew that the road conditions here were quite complicated, which was why he suggested taking Zhao Jun's car.

Zhou Yun, however, remained unusually quiet, silently watching the desolate scenery rushing past the window, her brows slightly furrowed, lost in thought.

The car could only go up to the foot of the mountain and then it couldn't go any further. Wang Xiaoya's house was halfway up the mountain. Because there weren't many people in the village, no one took the lead in repairing the road. The remaining road could only be traveled by people and motorcycles.

They parked the car on the side of the open road and then slowly walked up.

Soon, the group arrived at a dilapidated gatehouse.

Before me stood a solitary mud-brick house, its walls riddled with cracks from wind and rain, its roof tiles uneven, and wisps of smoke rising from its dark chimney, carrying a pungent smell of firewood.

The courtyard was enclosed by sparse bamboo poles, and an old man with a hunched back, dark and thin skin was chopping firewood.

Nearby, an elderly woman with a full head of silver hair was scattering a handful of grains to a group of clucking chickens.

A small, thin figure, dressed in ill-fitting old clothes, was struggling to carry a bundle of hay almost as tall as herself, slowly making her way to the kitchen.

It was Wang Xiaoya.

She was only seven years old, her little face was flushed red from the sun, and her hair was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin, but her eyes revealed a calmness that did not belong to her age.

Upon seeing the strangers who suddenly appeared, the two elderly people were clearly stunned, their eyes filled with vigilance and unease.

Wang Xiaoya also stopped and hid behind the haystack, only revealing her big, clear black and white eyes, looking at them with a mixture of curiosity and timidity.

"Hello, Grandpa and Grandma."

Following Shen Fei's instructions, Li Yuanyuan stepped forward with a gentle smile, "We are Xiaoya's teachers, here for a home visit today."

As she spoke, she handed over the two boxes of milk and a brand-new set of Anyuan children's clothing that she was carrying: "This is a small token of my appreciation for the child."

"Oh dear, no, no!" The old lady hurriedly wiped her hands on her apron and waved her hands repeatedly. "The teacher is here, why did you bring things! Please come inside and sit down!"

The old man also stopped what he was doing, nervously rubbing his hands, unsure of what to say.

Shen Fei was filming from behind with his phone.

Li Yuanyuan knelt down and said softly to Wang Xiaoya, "Xiaoya, do you remember your teacher? This is a new dress for you. Do you like it?"

Wang Xiaoya glanced at her grandmother, and only after receiving a nod from her grandmother did she timidly extend her little hand to take it, saying in a voice barely audible, "Thank you, teacher."

After a brief chat, Shen Fei took the initiative to lead Li Yuanyuan to help chop firewood.

Li Yuanyuan can chop wood; she did it a lot when she was a child. However, after becoming an internet celebrity, her personality changed.

After what happened last time, Li Yuanyuan calmed down again and returned to being the simple and honest country girl she once was.

As for Shen Fei... I've seen him, but I've never touched him.

Li Yuanyuan walked straight up to the old man and said naturally, "Grandpa, let me do it."

The old man was taken aback: "This won't do, you're a guest..."

Without saying much, Li Yuanyuan took the axe from his hand, weighed it in her hand, and then with a snap, cleanly and neatly split a piece of wood in two.

The movements were skillful and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Yun watched from the side, her eyes wide with amazement.

Seeing Li Yuanyuan's posture, Zhao Jun felt a sudden tightness in his body and quickly turned his head away in fright.

Shen Fei knew Li Yuanyuan was pregnant. He only took a few shots of the beginning, then called Zhao Jun over to chop wood...

Perhaps because he had seen Li Yuanyuan chopping wood, Zhao Jun, though very unwilling, obediently went over.

While Zhao Jun was chopping wood, Shen Fei chatted with Wang Xiaoya's grandparents for a few more minutes. Li Yuanyuan's filming would require the two elderly people's cooperation later...

Wang Xiaoya stood not far away watching. The initial timidity in her clear eyes slowly faded, replaced by curiosity and affection.

She hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran into the house. A little while later she ran out again, holding a clean wild apple in her small hands, and timidly offered it to Shen Fei.

"Uncle, eat."

Zhao Jun was dumbfounded. He had spent half an hour chopping firewood, his hands were almost blistered, and all he got was an apple for Shen Fei...

Shen Fei didn't stand on ceremony. He first patted the little girl's head, then took the apple and started eating it.

The rest was simple. Li Yuanyuan first combed the little girl's hair, washed her face, and wiped her nose.

Then she gently tied a small whip around Xiaoya's neck, and Zhou Yun, watching with interest, also fiddled with it a few times.

Unfortunately, although Teacher Zhou had worked as a primary school teacher, she was completely lacking in these life skills, and ended up doing more harm than good.

However, with Zhou Yun's arrival, the atmosphere in the room immediately became more lively, no longer as oppressive as when she first arrived.

Only Young Master Zhao was outside, silently chopping wood, muttering to himself that he would never come again...

Finally, Shen Fei took Li Yuanyuan, whose face was covered in sweat and soot, to film a few more close-up shots.

Of course, most of the sweat and carbon ash were applied by Shen Fei...