"We will eventually find that there are many things in the world that we have never heard of before but are happening all the time, things that we hate and want to change, and they are really there."

"Let's not talk about the deeper things, just the superficial things are the gathering and isolation, the misdirection of trouble, the human relations, the flattery, the gift-giving, the setting of thresholds, the exploitation and oppression, and the incitement of public opinion without any bottom line."

Su Xiaoqiang gently clenched her hands on her chest, lowered her head and counted one by one the unpleasant things she had experienced and heard.

"Wait wait wait, there are so many things here that make people feel sick."

“So even if I may forget it in the end, I will accept my fate.”

"But at some point in time, everyone has more or less had the desire to rebel and change!"

Call it rebellion or middle school immaturity, and you can also loudly criticize the insignificance and powerlessness of this kind of thinking, as well as its absurdity.

But think about it carefully, this burning impulse that only arises in your heart when you are young may be broken, crushed, and buried by the pressure of life, work, society, etc. at some point in the next twenty, ten, or even five years!

But after all, it is something that everyone has carefully cared for in their hearts.

That kind of impulse as a young person to change the world, challenge the higher authorities and secular rules!

"No, no, no," Lu Mingfei denied it with a laugh.

"I don't mean to laugh at you."

After all, he did have this thought.

Although I have not done anything worth talking about due to my own limited ability, at best I can curse those guys who are gloating over the consequences of others' actions on the Internet, and report any comments and posts that are abusive.

But it’s true!

He had had thoughts similar to Su Xiaoqiang's!

It would be better to say that that kind of restless thoughts are still lurking in this extremely young and impulsive body.

Although Lu Mingfei answered this way, Su Xiaoqiang had no intention of responding.

Snapped!

The crisp sound interrupted Lu Mingfei's brief distraction.

"It's decided!" Su Xiaoqiang slapped her face fiercely.

She looked very excited, but was obviously shy because of what she had just said, so she didn't even listen to Lu Mingfei's subsequent response.

Su Xiaoqiang seemed to be immersed in her own thoughts and actions.

She raised her head and called Lu Mingfei, pointing to the steamed bun shop not far away.

"Lu Mingfei, I order you to go to that store and get dozens of servings of steamed buns and porridge."

“No, little goddess, what are you doing?” Lu Mingfei’s face twitched suddenly, and he put his hand on his forehead uncontrollably, looking like he was about to be beaten to death. “Hey, hey, hey! It’s not what I thought, is it?”

good guy?

Is the little goddess going to give out porridge in public?

This is not ancient times, and there is no famine?

As for?

Is it embarrassing to do this kind of thing in public?

"Are you afraid of embarrassment? Lu Mingfei."

Su Xiaoqian brushed the hair behind her ears, narrowed her eyes slightly, covered her mouth and said sarcastically,

"I really didn't expect that Lu Mingfei, who remained calm even in the midst of public opinion, would change his expression just because of such a small thing?"

"Su Xiaoqiang, stop it. Your method of provoking me is too obvious." Lu Mingfei looked at Su Xiaoqiang with disdain. He was not the idiot who was so easily provoked by a few words a few days ago. This method no longer worked on him!

call--!

Lu Mingfei grabbed his hair and scratched it irritably.

"Even if you really want to do this, you have to have some reasons. I don't think they will accept that."

"There is no such thing as a free lunch. This is something that even elementary school students know."

"We can have as many reasons as we want, for example, it's social practice in high school, and our topic is what kind of buns taste better. As long as the other party feels like they have given something, their vigilance can be eliminated to some extent. At least it won't affect our purpose." Su Xiaoqiang shrugged and smiled wickedly. She had no idea how many times she had done similar things, and she seemed very familiar with it.

"No, Su Xiaoqiang, why are you doing this?" Lu Mingfei smiled bitterly.

Even though they have little money, the migrant workers don't look like they can't get enough food.

What is the significance of Su Xiaoqiang's move?

Are you trying to move yourself?

"I just did it if I wanted to. Isn't it okay to do it just to impress myself?" Su Xiaoqiang admitted generously, not knowing which one was true and which one was false.

"Lu Mingfei, you've never been to kindergarten, right? Don't you know what teachers often say about doing one good deed a day?"

She crossed her arms, smiled, and looked expectant.

"What's more, do good deeds and accumulate virtue."

"Just think of it as me spending money in advance so that I can win the last special prize in the lottery later. Can't I just pray for a good omen?"

"Don't worry, it won't cost you money. I'll make it up to you in due time. Go, go! I'll go and gather them together. You're responsible for buying the buns and porridge. Remember to make sure they're hot."

"Oh, and a notebook and pen, for the show and the trap."

Su Xiaoqiang waved her hand and sent Lu Mingfei away like a younger brother.

After the conversation ended, the girl who was interested in Dafa walked away eagerly, shouting loudly,

"Uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, our school has a volunteer activity, can you help?"

Self-motivation? Do one good deed a day? Do good deeds to accumulate virtue?

"I don't know which of your words are true and which are false." Lu Mingfei looked at the enthusiastic figure, shook his head and whispered,

"Forget it, today the guest will just follow the host's wishes."

As for whether or not to use Su Xiaoqiang to make up the money?

Lu Mingfei dug into his empty pocket and pulled out a few brand new red bills. He put them to his nose in ecstasy and took a deep sniff. An unknown little tail rose in his heart.

Lu millionaire Ming Fei said that although he felt a little sad to donate all his money, if it was just for breakfast, he didn't need that little money.

This meal!

Mr. Lu is invited!

"There will be a lot of money in the future,"

Lu Mingfei rubbed his sore eyes and let his thoughts wander again.

I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t sleep well for several days in a row, but although my physical functions and mental state are still normal, I always feel like my thoughts are wandering.

"Learn from entrepreneurs and set up a Mingfei Charity Foundation."

I heard that the Nobel Prize money is supported by the interest generated by Nobel brother’s private property.

He, Lu, is not an ordinary person now, and maybe he can imitate such things in the future.

What is this called?

Yes! That's right!

This is called self-touching, also called doing good deeds every day, and also called doing good and accumulating virtue.

Tsk!

Think about it more deeply.

Unlike those who, when they get older, bury the urge to change that they had when they were younger.

He may not know in the future. No! Sooner or later he will gain the power to change the world!

In other words, as long as your heart remains young and passionate, you will eventually achieve what you want to do. This statement is not just empty talk when applied to him.

Because Lu Mingfei will eventually become a full-time and all-rounder!

Lu Mingfei pushed the door open with an excited smile.

Returning to what he had to do at the moment, Lu Mingfei held his head high, feeling very proud and inexplicably happy.

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

The most recent time, apparently at the school gate where many people were watching, he put the change he was going to use to go online into the blind beggar's iron basin.

Although Xu Yanyan rolled his eyes and said that he was pretending to be a kind person in public, Xu Miaomiao muttered to him not to be fooled by the beggar in front of him who was pretending to be blind. If he didn't believe it, he could try to take some money from his bowl.

Regardless of whether the beggar is pretending to be blind or not, he is still spending money to seek "happiness". The sense of satisfaction that rises from the bottom of his heart at the moment of throwing the money is much more fulfilling than taking the money to the Internet cafe!

Perhaps we should thank Su Xiaoqiang for suddenly becoming a middle school student, which allowed Lu Mingfei to re-experience the emotion of writing "self-touching" and reading it as "the goodness of human nature".

“Sister! First, bring me fifty trays of buns and hot porridge. The buns must have meat. Any kind of meat will do!” Lu Mingfei said in a powerful and majestic voice.

"Young man, even if you can eat a lot, you can't eat so much. Wasting food is not a good thing." The proprietress looked at Lu Mingfei in disbelief.

If she remembers correctly.

This young man in front of me seems to have been here two or three times.

She remembered clearly that there were only this young man and his girlfriend walking around here, and it was impossible for the two of them to eat so much.

"Oh! Sister, it's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!"

In most cases, it is correct to call every aunt you meet sister and every uncle you meet brother.

This is one of Lu Mingfei's insignificant ways of dealing with the world.

He scratched the back of his head and chuckled.

"We need these things for our school's social practice."

"Sister, please give me a cheaper price. To be honest, I'm just a poor student."

"I've noticed you for a long time. You always call me sister. You're quite sweet," the lady boss said with a smile, waving her hand cheerfully. "You're a big customer. I'll give you a 20% discount. Come to this store for your social practice next time."

Lu Mingfei blinked, rubbed his hands, and took advantage of the situation.

"Don't give me a discount, just give me ten more trays of steamed buns, sis?"

The lady boss opened her mouth slightly:

"What kind of social practice is it that requires so many buns? Which school are you from?"

clap clap!

Lu Mingfei patted his belly with great interest, very confident.

"It's okay, I'll eat all the rest and make sure nothing is wasted."

The clouds block the sun and cast dark shadows, rows of tall buildings stand quietly, people come and go silently, and the wind blows away, leaving only a thick chill.

In the corners of the streets, which were originally filled with coldness, wisps of thin smoke floated up one after another.

The aroma of oil is overwhelming, the fragrance is fragrant, and there is a hint of fireworks.

In Su Xiaoqiang's false records of social events, the real sweetness of rice porridge diffuses with the touch of lips and teeth.

Rough faces, different accents, same smile.

Su Xiaoqiang listened carefully and recorded the different and similar stories from all corners of the world.

She nodded seriously, a smile of attentive listening occasionally appearing on the corner of her mouth, and tears of being touched flashed in her eyes from time to time.

Click!

Lu Mingfei stood in the distance and took a picture of this scene worth recording.

The sky is far away and covered with clouds, and commercial high-rise buildings stand in a row.

The traffic lights are flashing, and there is an exceptionally beautiful figure on the inside of the road. The soft brown shawl that looks expensive is one of the few soft warm colors. It is so out of tune with the group of people in orange and yellow safety helmets, and yet it blends in so truly.

Lu Mingfei stroked his chin, stared at the composition on the phone screen, and whispered softly,

“When can I learn painting skills?”

Because he has been exposed to a lot of games, his composition skills when taking photos are quite good, and he thinks he has recorded the scene to the most beautiful extreme.

But I always feel that simply capturing the scene lacks a lot of artistic processing and is simply unable to reflect the current mood.

Lu Mingfei put his hands in his pockets and looked at the girl who was carefully recording which filling was the most delicious with a little curiosity, and couldn't help blinking.

He suddenly felt curious, but it was just pure curiosity.

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