Countless reporters swarmed in, and interested people from all over the world came to the disaster-stricken areas under various banners to seek information.
But what did they see?
There is crying after disaster, and there is pain during disaster.
But most of them are unyielding faces.
and a bunch of strong people.
When they saw the dust-covered teenagers carrying shovels getting out of a dilapidated train skin one by one, they shouted, "Come on!"
Go forward like a private soldier.
When they saw the students and faced the response from the local leaders, the leader shouted: "Leader, please don't treat us as students, we are soldiers! Specialized in conquering the most difficult mountains!"
The local leaders burst into tears.
Keep saying thank you!
Thanks!
They admitted they were moved.
In the West, these people will become the intellectual class. In the future, these people will receive high salaries or scientific research funds, eat steaks, and drink red wine.
However, I never thought that these people would spontaneously invest in such a country.
Those steady and powerful steps made them completely confused. Are these people crazy?
But, it's much more than that.
After the students arrived, there were countless students wearing various clothes and speaking with different accents.
Bring your own dry food and water and wait at the train station.
Why is this so?
Because their leader, the representative, went to contact the local people.
This is like a labor market.
There will always be local leaders shouting here: "I am so-and-so from the xx area. How many people are needed to provide disaster relief!"
At this time, these people will stand up enthusiastically!
"I go!"
"I'm going, I'm going too!"
However, they are spontaneous after all and may come as a group based on their hometown.
There will be no logistics.
Some people didn't even bring enough dry food.
In this case, the local leaders heard about this and quickly mobilized people from various departments to work overnight to bring out disaster relief supplies so that these "warriors" could have enough to eat.
Eat well!
People are grateful and no one will go hungry in front of those who come to help them.
Some common people who had not been greatly affected also heard about this and spontaneously organized clan members. Make local food and let the youngest and strongest men pick out support points in various disaster areas.
Or gathering places, and train stations.
Wang is a big surname!
As the largest ethnic group in the area, they cannot afford to lag behind.
The patriarch, who is already seventy years old, with meticulous hair and neat clothes, is standing in front of the ancestral hall.
Facing the eight hundred descendants of the Wang family, he shouted firmly: "Does anyone still recognize me, the old patriarch?"
From time to time, someone shouted from below: "Ancestor, what are you talking about? You are the head of our Wang family."
"That's right, ancestor, please stop making trouble. None of the boys here have been hit by your stick! How dare we not listen to what you say!"
Everyone couldn't help laughing.
Yes, who hasn't been beaten by our ancestors?
The old patriarch smiled happily: "Okay, since you recognize me, let me say a few words. Today, in this big disaster, I thought it was our disaster, but since I saw people pouring in from all over the Those strong men and those student dolls, I realized that this was not a natural disaster!"
"This is a test from God!"
"Those children have come from all over the world, but now they can't even get a mouthful of hot water or a mouthful of hot rice!"
"I'm so sad!"
"I want to mobilize everyone to spontaneously prepare some flatbread and hot soup for these children!"
After speaking, as if he was afraid of objections, he said: "Don't worry, I'm old and my children give me a lot of money every year. I have money. Take the money, buy food, cook the food, and send it over!"
But after these words were said, some people on the spot were unhappy.
"Ancestor, isn't this a slap in the face to us? You are intentional, and we are not careless!"
"No one did it before, no one organized it. Now that you are taking the lead, can we still ask for your money?"
"That's right, just watch this matter! We promise to handle it properly!"
As he said this, some prestigious people began to organize men and women to bake big cakes and make hot soup.
Use big dustpans and wooden buckets and load them into the farm vehicle.
Sent to a nearby resettlement site.
The old patriarch burst into tears: "They are all good children, they are all good children!"
The Wang family is not alone, there are too many people who are spontaneous.
Donghuang, who was far away in Shendu, summoned a group of senior brothers, sisters, and disciples in Shendu.
As her fame grew, her network of contacts became wider and wider,
"Brothers and sisters in Liyuan, at this critical time, we cannot sit idly by and watch. Some of you here are experts in the industry, and some are senior experts. Xiaodong calls on everyone to come today, not for anything else, but for Liyuan. tomorrow."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was very excited.
"Dong, everyone, can we do it? We won't resist. We have been acting all our lives. It's not because we are tired when we do this, but because we are afraid of causing trouble to others."
This is true.
They have been doing theater since elementary school. If you want to tell them which costume is the best, or how to sing in which opera, they can explain it clearly and logically.
Can support disaster relief, I don’t understand.
Kong Xiaodong, who had known this reaction for a long time, said with a smile:
"It's about singing opera and giving full play to our strengths. I plan to take a group of people to perform charity performances in the disaster areas and use our strength to give spiritual encouragement to the people affected by the disaster!"
"Let the people forget those unpleasant things for a while!"
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes lit up.
"Can we?"
An actor is a low-class actor.
Although the big guys in the industry are all prestigious, their status is still worrying. Despite the publicity in recent years, the deeply rooted concept still makes them feel inferior.
Kong Xiaodong said firmly and affirmatively: "It must be done. We are also Chinese people and we will dedicate ourselves to China. Why can't we do it?"
Many of those here are somewhat famous.
These people's plays are hard to get a ticket for.
Being able to go to a charity performance will definitely bring spiritual encouragement to the people in the disaster area.
"Well, if you are willing to go, sign up with me. I will arrange a car tomorrow and let's go!"
Kong Xiaodong made the final decision.
When they arrived in the disaster area, they built a stage with simple and dilapidated walls and used their resonant singing voices to sing their specialty.
Kong Xiaodong even sang one of his best plays.
The hands of the people below were almost red.
Constant transitions.
They are also tired, but looking at those simple faces, they always don't want to rest.
A person watching the show below walked towards her silently after Kong Xiaodong went down.
He shouted: "Sister! Why are you here?"
Kong Xiaodong looked at his disgraced brother and said with a smile, "Why can't I come?"
"It's you, you're so gray-faced, you look less like a county magistrate and more like a mud monkey!"
As he said this, Kong Xiaodong himself couldn't help laughing.
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