Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

The goodwill followed one after another, and following the little girl Fisher came two middle-aged men, two very special people, one with a prosthetic limb on the lower half of his right leg, and the other with an empty left arm.

The two of them are dressed in ordinary clothes, and their faces are the traces of the years that have gone through the wind and frost.

They walked up to Wen Qiao, the middle-aged man with the prosthetic limb smiled cautiously, and held up a biscuit box that was so old that the paint faded: "Are you Wen Qiao from the Central Music Department?"

"I am, may I ask you who are..."

"I have a disabled band, we're going to play around, I...I'm an erhu player."

In the face of these academic children, the man seems to be a little inferior in his words.

This is the so-called "overpass artist" that Zhao Tong and Xu Lu despise.

But they are ordinary people who live seriously.

A person who lives seriously is a great person and a person worthy of admiration.

"Do you have anything to do with me, please?"

The man brought the biscuit box to her: "Because I heard that your school does not support your folk music club, we want to do our best to do something for the folk music. These are the income from our performance this month, and we want to donate it to You, my humble hearts, hope you can help a little bit."

Wen Qiao's heart choked badly, and he said solemnly, "We've taken it from our heart, we can't accept the money. Regarding our concert, we currently have financial support, thank you, thank you."

She can take the children's pocket money, but she can't take the hard-earned money that these disabled people have worked so hard to perform.

All beings are suffering, and she is moved.

The man insisted: "Please... please accept it. We are all wild people. What we can do for folk music is really limited. I hope you will not give up."

Academic children are the light of folk music and the future of folk music.

Wen Qiao declined, and the man shoved the biscuit box directly into her hand, then pulled the man beside him, turned and left.

Wearing a prosthesis, he walked with a limp, turned back and waved to Wen Qiao with a smile.

Wen Qiao held the cookie box, bowed her head, and bowed to them ninety degrees.

Respect for the brilliance of humanity.

When he turned around, Chun Xiao and Lu Youyou hugged each other, crying with tears, "It's so touching, so touching."

Lin Xiang put one hand in his pocket: "We should work harder to live up to the expectations of kind people."

"Alright, let's work together."

After that, Wen Qiao put the piggy bank and biscuit box on her desk, alerting her from time to time. There are countless such little girls all over the country, and there are many folk musicians from wild ways, who regard them as guiding the way. The bright lights also silently supported them behind their backs.

They must not live up to their expectations.

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There are still some bad rumors about Wen Qiao being behind the scenes stubbornly in the school. On the one hand, Fang Duo relentlessly targeted Wen Qiao, and on the other hand, it was naturally thanks to Xu Lu.

She would definitely get involved in anything that was not good for Wen Qiao.

There was no class in the afternoon, Zhao Tong went home, Xu Lu walked to the piano room by herself, and entered the ivory-white building. Suddenly a shadow flashed by. She was startled, and when she looked closely, it was Wen Qiao who stopped her. her way.

Wen Qiao has always been sloppy in school, with a loose long-sleeved T-shirt, wide-leg jeans, shell shoes, and a standard school tyrant. Like her younger brother, she is very social.

"You...what are you doing?" Xu Lu was still guilty.