"We can't do anything about this," Bo Qingfeng said helplessly, "This is the rule here. When we are eighteen years old, we have to go out. Even if we are disabled, we have to go out. However, in today's society, even disabled people, we can live completely. Moreover, the country has many assistance agencies, and basically there will be no problem if we survive."

Song Yun nodded, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the window.

Song Yun shivered for no reason. For some reason, since he came in, he always felt uncomfortable. Although this thin breeze looked kind and quite honest, it always gave Song Yun a little dark feeling.

Song Yun asked for his head for a moment, thinking about it, probably because he was thinking too much.

Soon, the chefs in the welfare yard brought a pot of green vegetables, which were all seasonal vegetables anyway. Song Yun sat down with Qingluan and other women, and then took the bowls and chopsticks that looked not very clean and started eating.

Perhaps because they were tired of distributing things in the morning or posing in style, the little stars and reporters were having a good meal. Those little stars may be so well-known, and maybe there are hundreds of thousands or even millions of fans on Weibo, but in front of people like Song Yun Shenyan, they can only lower their heads and eat. Even looking at Song Yun and the others for a few more glances is considered disrespectful to Song Yun.

After dinner, I volunteered to help clean. Anyway, all day today, at least during the day, Song Yun planned to spend all his time on this welfare home. As for the serious Valentine's Day theme or event, it had to come to the evening. Of course, for many people who regard Valentine's Day as xx day, the activities during the day and night are actually the same.

One of the things that people in China are best at is to celebrate any festival except Qingming Festival as Valentine's Day, but this year's Valentine's Day is the most different Valentine's Day that Song Yun has lived in his life.

"Will you blame me?" Song Yun asked Qingluan Hua Qingcheng and others while helping to clean up.

"How could it be?" Qingluan said as she looked at the children's smiles.

"So too!" Hua Qingcheng mopped the floor with a mop, and then said, "Song Yun, this year's Valentine's Day is the most meaningful one I have ever had!"

"Haha, we will have a lot of Valentine's Day in the future!" Song Yun said with a smile, "Actually, as long as people are right, every day is Valentine's Day."

"Song Yun, are you trying to say that we chose you right?" Hua Qingcheng asked with a smile.

"I need to say that? I am rich and powerful, handsome and have a strong body, and I am also caring and have a sense of social responsibility. A man like me is simply a strange thing in society. He is about to disappear and can be included in the list of rare animals protection!" Song Yun said proudly.

"Okay, then you can find a cage and lock yourself in the door. There is a sign that says cherishing endangered wild animals, the extinct good man Song Yun, visiting for ten yuan. I guess it should be enough for us to earn milk powder before the teacher gave birth to a child!" Hua Qingcheng covered his mouth and smiled.

"Tsk, you still look down on me. You ask me to say that it's better to put you in, then put it in a bikini or something on the road, take a look at it for ten yuan. I guess I'll rely on you to get rid of poverty and become rich in this life!" Song Yun teased.

At this moment, a man with gold-rimmed glasses appeared outside the classroom where Song Yun and others were cleaning, and then said angrily, "Where is Bo Qingfeng? Where is Bo Qingfeng?"

Bo Qingfeng, who was carrying things, straightened his waist, looked at the man, then rushed to the man and said, "Director Jin, I'm here!"

"What's going on with you? What about the banners outside? And the red carpet and the welcome crowd, why are they gone? Director Ouyang has arrived and it will be here in ten minutes. Didn't I give you instructions early? What's going on now? And, what's going on with these people?" Director Jin shouted.

"This... these are the kind-hearted people who come here to volunteer today!" Bo Qingfeng explained.

"What's the matter? Why are there reporters there?" Director Jin pointed to Lin Jia and his group of people who were interviewing the person with a camera microphone and said.

"I don't know very well that," Bo Qingfeng said, "It was brought by them themselves, but the words TV should be from CCTV, right?"

"Central TV?" Director Jin had a hint of surprise on his face, and then he came to Lin Jia and others in a few steps and said, "Which unit do you belong to?"

"CCTV!" Lin Jia had a slight arrogance on her face. CCTV people must have the temper of CCTV people. Although Lin Jia had only been in for a while, this unique sense of superiority that CCTV people had learned was well-known under the guidance of those predecessors.

"CCTV?" Director Jin said, "Are you here to film Director Ouyang?"

"Director Ouyang, what Director Ouyang?" Lin Jia asked in confusion.

"It's the city's finance minister, Director Ouyang Feng!" Director Jin said.

"No, we came with these volunteers." Lin Jia said, pointing to Song Yun not far away, and said.

"What are you doing with them? Do you do good deeds? Isn't Lei Fengyue still ten or twenty days away?" Director Jin asked.

"It seems that this has nothing to do with you, right?" Lin Jia was not a person with a good temper. The so-called Director Jin asked questions as soon as he came, which really made Lin Jia a little unhappy.

"I am the district director of this community, my name is Jin Deshui!" Director Jin reached out and said, "Wait until Director Ouyang of the Municipal Finance Bureau will come to Xingxing Welfare Institute to guide the work. If you can, go to Director Ouyang to collect some materials at that time. I think this can show that I can block the side of caring for the vulnerable groups."

"You can ask them to apply to Taiwan." Lin Jia was decisively interested in this district director called Jin Deshui. How great can a district director be? Even if he is in the capital, the Beijing officials who meet foreign officials are mostly half-level, he is nothing more than a department-level cadre. In the capital where department-level cadres are flying all over the sky, such a person is at most a errand runner, and he cannot catch Lin Jia's eyes.

"Isn't this time there? Comrade reporters, it's convenient. I'm quite familiar with your deputy director." Jin Deshui said.

"Then you go find him." Lin Jia blocked Jin Deshui's words in one sentence, and then ignored this person and took the film crew to interview others.

Jin Deshui looked gloomy, but when he thought that Director Ouyang was coming, he didn't plan to argue with the little reporters in front of him. He directly pulled Bo Qingfeng and said, "Hurry up, let's go out to greet him now. Also, I have to change the banners and red carpets for me. If you don't do well, you won't get any money this year, but it has nothing to do with me!
Chapter completed!