After surviving my ordeal, I learned that the school beauty had given birth to twins for me.

Chapter 153 is too heartbreaking, please don't donate.

"Huh?" Duoduo was taken aback. "Why did she run away?"

Bai Hui smiled and said, "Maybe they're just shy. That's how kids in the mountains are."

No one took it to heart and continued chatting.

Unexpectedly, ten minutes later, the little girl came running back, panting.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, her little face was flushed from running, and she held a handful of bright red wild hawthorns in her hands, as well as a simple wreath made of foxtail grass and yellow wildflowers.

She walked up to Niannian, stuffed the wild hawthorn into Niannian's hand, and then stood on tiptoe to put the flower wreath on Guigui's head.

"This is for you," she said in a soft, low voice, like a mosquito's hum, "thank you for the bread."

Everyone was stunned.

Su Wanqing's eyes instantly reddened. She knelt down, stroked the little girl's head, and said in a choked voice, "You ran so far just to pick this for us?"

The little girl nodded, scratching her head sheepishly. "The wild hawthorns on the mountain are so sweet. As for the wreath... I made it myself; it's not pretty."

"Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!" Gui Gui touched the flower wreath on her head and said earnestly, "This is the most beautiful gift I've ever received!"

Wen Ran took off her pink hair clip and pinned it to the little girl's pigtails, smiling as she said, "This is for you, our little princess."

Chen Guodong sighed, took a packet of biscuits out of his bag, and stuffed it into the little girl's hand: "Child, take this and eat it."

The live stream chat was already filled with people crying:

[Sobbing, she's so sensible! I'm crying!]

[If someone gives her a loaf of bread, she will run all over the mountain to pick wild fruits and weave flower wreaths in return.]

This is the purest form of kindness! It brought tears to my eyes.

I really want to hug this little girl, she's so heartbreaking.

Does anyone know the address of this village? I'd like to donate some clothes and snacks.

Uncle Li looked at the little girl, sighed, and told everyone:

"This child is called Daya, and she's seven years old this year. She has such a hard life! Three years ago, her mother ran away with a tea merchant from out of town because she thought the family was too poor, and she never came back."

Her father broke his leg while chopping firewood in the mountains and can no longer do heavy work. Her grandmother has been bedridden for several years, and the whole family relies on her grandfather weaving bamboo baskets to make a living. This child has been sensible since she was little, doing all kinds of work and taking care of her grandmother.

"That's so pitiful." Su Wanqing wiped away her tears and said to everyone, "The tea leaves are almost ready. Let's go to Daya's house and see if we can help in any way we can."

Everyone nodded.

Daya lowered her head, whispered "Thank you, Uncle and Aunt," then turned around and slowly led the way.

Daya's house is in the most remote part of the west end of the village. The further you go in, the more difficult the road becomes, with potholes and muddy paths everywhere.

From afar, you can see a dilapidated mud-brick house. Half of the courtyard wall has collapsed and is barely supported by a few pieces of wood. The yard is overgrown with weeds that are half a person tall, and there is a pile of half-woven bamboo baskets in the corner.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of medicine and mildew hit me.

The room was dimly lit, with only a small window letting in a bit of light. The furniture was old and worn out. An old woman with gray hair lay on a wooden bed, coughing incessantly and struggling to breathe.

A middle-aged man with a limp sat on a bench smoking. When he saw someone come in, he merely raised his eyelids but didn't say anything.

An old man with a cane came out from the inner room. When he saw Daya returning with a group of people, he was stunned for a moment, then his face was covered with wrinkles, and he rushed forward with tears streaming down his face.

"Oh, kind people, thank you so much for coming to see us!" The old man held Chen Guodong's hand, his body trembling with tears.

"It's all because we're poor and incompetent, unable to keep a wife! My poor eldest daughter, she's never had a mother's love since she was little, never had enough to eat or wear, and didn't even have a thick cotton-padded coat in winter. With her father like this, and my wife and I both suffering from various illnesses, I really don't know what will happen to this child when we're gone!"

He cried as he pointed to the broken furniture in the room:

"Look, we have nothing at home, and we don't know where our next meal will come from. Daya is a sensible child; she never asks us for food. Sometimes when she's hungry, she goes up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables. Last time she had a fever, we didn't even have money to buy medicine, and she toughed it out on her own..."

The old lady lay in bed, coughing and crying at the same time. Her voice was hoarse, and it was heartbreaking to hear.

Su Wanqing was already sobbing uncontrollably. She took out her phone, opened the transfer interface, and said to the old man:

"Grandpa, don't be sad. I'll transfer you five thousand yuan first. You can buy medicine for Grandma, and some clothes and food for Daya. If it's not enough, I'll make up the difference."

"I'll donate three thousand too!" Wen Ran also took out her phone.

"I'll donate 10,000 yuan," Chen Guodong said. "When I get back, I'll have the company bring over a truckload of rice, flour, oil, and clothes."

Wang Kai quickly added, "Our production team will launch a special donation drive as soon as we get back, calling on netizens to help Daya's family!"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments:

I'll donate 100! It's not much, but it's a small token of my appreciation.

I'm donating 500! I hope Daya can have a better life!

This family is so pitiful! Luckily, they met kind people!

Mr. Shen and Teacher Jiang, please donate some too; you earn a lot!

[My heart aches so much for Daya. It's so tragic that she has to endure so much at such a young age...]

Everyone was filled with sympathy, and even Jiang Xinlan took out her phone to prepare to transfer money.

Just as Su Wanqing's finger was about to press the transfer button, Shen Yu, who had been silently standing in the corner looking at the crooked old locust tree in the yard, suddenly spoke.

His voice was calm and devoid of emotion, yet it carried an undeniable power, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

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