Early the next morning, Ni Bingyan got up, listened to the news, worked out, made breakfast, ate, and fed the dog as usual. After that, he went upstairs to sort out his manuscripts.
She has a good memory, and after getting familiar with the keyboard layout, typing became faster. In addition, she typed the manuscript into an electronic draft, so there was no need to conceive, so it was even faster.
She estimated that after a few more days of work, she would be able to sort it out and hand it over to the publishing house.
During this period, Sang Yuan came over and brought her a fresh croissant. He also told her not to go out today and went to work in style.
Before leaving, Ni Bingyan gave him a hug and said with admiration, "You are awesome! I have to work hard to become as good as you!" Sang Yuan was so happy that he couldn't find him. North.
Even though he knew this was her usual trick, Sang Yuan still did it.
Especially, when I see other people’s wives scolding their own husbands, “Why are you such a waste? You really can’t do anything, and you don’t have anything left to eat!”, when you compare it, your happiness is doubled and doubled again!
With a casual word to fill up Sang Yuan with chicken blood, Ni Bingyan returned to the study and continued to work hard.
It was past eleven o'clock, and his eyes were a little sore. Ni Bingyan went downstairs and gave Wangcai some water, washed the croissant, and was about to cut it up to eat when the phone rang.
Seeing that it was the landline of the guard room, Ni Bingyan picked up the phone: "Hello?"
"Hey, Miss Ni, I have your express delivery. Are you at home?"
"Here, there! What kind of express delivery? I didn't buy anything?"
In order to ensure privacy and security, the community property management provides express delivery service. Just fill in the phone address of the guard room. When the items arrive, the property manager will deliver them to your home.
Ni Bingyan relies very little on electronic products. She prefers visiting physical stores to shopping online, so she really doesn’t have many packages.
"The package has not been opened, and we don't know. Is it convenient for you to receive it now? If it is convenient, we will arrange for someone to deliver it to your home."
No matter what it is, you will know it as soon as you receive it.
Ni Bingyan agreed, and after a while, the property management company drove a tricycle to deliver it to her.
"Such a big box!"
Ni Bingyan exclaimed and leaned over to look at the mailing list attached to the box.
"From Qianxi? I don't know anyone there?"
There was no specific address, and the sender didn't look like a person. Ni Bingyan was holding an unsealing knife and was a little afraid to open it.
After all, she had just made it official, so it would be scary if some crazy illegitimate fan sent her all kinds of weird things.
Seeing her hesitation, the real estate guy figured it out in a flash. He immediately smiled and stretched out his hand to take her opening knife: "Let me open it for you!"
"It doesn't matter, I'll drive it myself! Thank you for your hard work!"
It would be bad if there was a sulfuric acid spray device inside, causing disfigurement.
You have to take care of your own affairs.
When the property management staff saw her refusal, they didn't say much. They declined the grapes from Ni Bingyan and left.
Ni Bingyan closed the courtyard door and went to the warehouse to find a large pot lid to block in front of him. He also found rubber gloves and put them on before approaching the carton and gently opening the tape.
The carton was opened, and there were letters one after another inside.
The old-fashioned khaki envelopes were tied into piles with red wool. At a glance, it seemed that there must be hundreds of envelopes in this box.
Holding the lid of the pot, Ni Bingyan gently looked through the letters. When he saw that the top letter was not tied to the others, he opened it first.
"Dear Miss N:
Hello!
Please forgive me for taking the liberty of writing.
I am xxx, the principal of xx Hope Primary School in xx County, xx City, Qianxi Province. Today is the first anniversary of the establishment of our school.
In order to help children learn to be grateful and understand that the opportunity to learn is hard-won, we held an activity on the school day to let the children write letters to you.
Because we don’t know who you are or where you live, we have entrusted the Youth Development Foundation to deliver these letters, hoping they will not cause you any trouble..."
Ni Bingyan took off his gloves and put them under his buttocks, threw the lid of the big pot aside, and couldn't help but sit in the shade of the tree and watch.
This is a letter sent by all the teachers and students of a Hope Primary School she donated. Each letter is sealed in an envelope. The name of the sender and the class are written on the cover. In order to save postage, no stamps are affixed.
All letters have been carefully sorted and bundled according to grade and class.
Children in the lower grades cannot write many words. Some have typos and some use pinyin. Every word is like a beating musical note.
Through these words, Ni Bingyan seemed to be able to see resolute faces.
Among them is a letter from Wei Jiajia, who is in fifth grade:
"Miss n:
I went back to school again. I always wrote the characters I learned before on the ground, and I still remember them now, so when I entered fifth grade, it was not difficult for me to learn them.
My mother finally gave birth to a younger brother. She was busy taking care of him, and I was busy taking care of myself.
I know that only by studying hard can I have a bright future.
So thank you.
The teacher said that fate is very heavy, and our fate is especially heavy.
But I think I have the courage to challenge it now.
Because life is more important than fate.
Wei Jiajia
x year x month x day”
Ni Bingyan read each letter and knew that these letters were all written by the children themselves.
Because children in higher grades can still express themselves, no matter whether the format is correct or not, at least they can express themselves in words.
Like those in the first grade, because there is no kindergarten in the mountains, the children go to school late, many of them are illiterate, and many of the big envelopes contain all kinds of strange things.
Some are a button, some are a beautiful little stone, some are a leaf, and some are even a piece of white steamed bun.
Ni Bingyan read these letters side by side, and her heart was filled with excitement, but she didn't want to tell anyone, so she logged into the Weibo Shudong account again and posted a photo.
[A gift from the mountains, I hope these children from the mountains will have a bright future. A box of letters.jpg]
Sang Yuan was watching the workers laying carpets when he heard the "Ding Dong" sound on his cell phone. He took it out and saw that she had posted another message on Weibo.
Seeing clearly what was going on, Sang Yuan smiled and gave her a thumbs up, then ran to check the carpet again.
When Ni Bingyan came yesterday, Sang Yuan naturally noticed her embarrassment. Now that the thick carpet is laid out like this, she is not afraid of the "dongdong" sound of high heels.
After the workers left, he called the head of the logistics department and asked about the company's charity plan this year.
Knowing that there were still many things that had not been implemented in place, I immediately frowned:
"We are a conscientious company. We will not go far if we only focus on immediate profits. We must have a sense of social responsibility. Children are the future of the country. Ensuring children's learning conditions is as important as the company's largest profit project. Initiative, I hope you can do this well, you know? Don’t delay! Do it now!”
The boss came to the company early in the morning. It was outrageous before, but now it is even more outrageous. Thick high-end carpets were laid out in all the aisles of the company. The head of the logistics department was really heartbroken!
Now I am urging charity again, as if I feel uncomfortable if I don’t spend the money!
But it’s only August!
There are still four months left in this year.
Why are you so anxious?
The joys and sorrows in the world are always different. Mr. Sang wants to keep in step with his wife, but the employees are only thinking about saving money.
"Old Wang, this idea is too bad! You have to spend what you have to spend, don't dig around!"
"No, boss, I just think this carpet is not necessary."
Lao Chen has been working with him for thirteen years, otherwise he would not be able to shoulder the important task of managing his money bag. He would not hold back what he is thinking.
"I know you think carpets are too expensive and troublesome to maintain, but after they are laid, people will move around without making any noise and affecting other people. How great! Only by working hard to make employees' working environment more comfortable can we create greater value. , don’t always focus on this little bit.”
The boss pretended to be doing business for his own benefit. Lao Wang nodded numbly and pretended not to notice.
Probably everyone in the entire company is happy, and he is the only one who is worried!
