I make a living solving crimes.

The night comes quietly, with a waning moon hanging on the treetops, a few cold stars twinkling, and a light cold breeze blowing, bringing up a sad mood.

The person who touched Chang Wei the most today was not the excellent student Li Fangfang, nor the woman lying in bed suffering from illness, but Li Guanqi, the boy of the same age as him.

He was born mute. After his father passed away, he supported his seriously ill mother and sister by his physical strength, but he remained calm and composed, and did not show his pain on his face.

When Li Fangfang sent Fan Tuaner out, she said: When dad was still alive, all the storms bypassed my brother, but now, they all lean towards him alone.

After hearing this, Chang Wei looked at the sky in a daze, exhaled slowly, took out a porcelain bottle from his bag and put it in Fan Tuaner's hand, then strode out of the yard.

Both of them lost the protection of their father, but Chang Wei believed that he could not do what Li Guanqi could do.

Without the system, he is nothing.

Fan Tuan'er watched Chang Wei leave, but she didn't rush to catch up with him. She smiled and took Li Fangfang's arm, "Fangfang, can I be your sister?"

Li Fangfang was stunned, and after a while she nodded gently, "Sister, you are so beautiful!"

"Then I'm giving this to you as a gift on behalf of my brother. You are not allowed to refuse it." Fan Tuan'er's smile became more friendly. She opened the porcelain bottle and smelled it. After confirming it, she put it in Li Fangfang's palm and said, "There are three pills in it. Give them to your mother and her body will get better."

After that, she specifically reminded him, "It might be a little bitter."

If it was something else, Li Fangfang would hesitate whether to take it, but when she heard that it was medicine that could cure her mother, she hugged it tightly to her chest and thought about it blankly for a while. She then put the medicine bottle on the ground, knelt down and kowtowed heavily in the direction Chang Wei left.

"Get up, if he wanted you to thank him, he wouldn't leave."

"I know, but my family is too poor. I, I can't give anything to thank Brother Chang."

Fan Tuan'er was surprised, "Do you know who he is?"

"I know. He's Chang Long's brother." Li Fangfang stared blankly at the direction where Chang Wei left. "He paid for my tuition. Even though he didn't say it, I know it."

"How did you know?"

"Teacher Yan's son, Yan Jiefang, is in the third grade at our school."

Fan Tuan'er heard Chang Long talking about paying tuition, and she asked curiously, "You are so strong, he paid your tuition, don't you feel bad?"

The little girl raised her head and looked at Fan Tuan'er with a pair of bright and innocent eyes. She said in a proud tone: "But he is our Gulou Little Tiger."

On the way back, Chang Wei didn't say a word.

This is the case for Li Guanqi's family, which was not rated as a poor family. How do the more than 300 families who were rated survive?

In the past, he would sometimes regret taking out tens of thousands of kilograms of food on impulse. At this moment, he only hated himself for being too weak.

It feels so good to be a Virgin Mary!

This world of fireworks,

There are regrets in everything.

Everything is worth it.

"Chang Wei, Li Fangfang asked me to thank you on her behalf." Fan Tuaner caught up with Chang Wei and spoke softly.

Chang Wei shook his head. "I don't need thanks. I'm very happy to be able to help her. I should thank her for giving me this opportunity."

Fan Tuaner understood what Chang Wei meant and didn't say anything else.

The proud expression on Li Fangfang's face when she talked about Chang Wei was still engraved in her mind.

It was a kind of respect and worship like a believer.

Because it's him, I am willing to accept his funding and don't feel ashamed.

This feeling of pride spread all the way to the backyard.

When Chang Wei invited Fan Tuaner to his home for dinner, someone would knock on the door from time to time.

Everyone in the family sat still, except Grandpa Chang, who stood up to open the door.

"Old man, young tiger...is Director Chang home?"

"He's still busy and hasn't come back yet."

"Still busy!" The man pulled his collar to his elbows, looking thin and regretful. He placed the bamboo basket in front of him and said, "I heard that Director Chang likes to eat fish. I just broke the ice in the moat and caught two. I'm bringing them to Director Chang."

The bamboo basket was not big and there were only a few small fish in it. The visitor seemed a little guilty and embarrassed and did not dare to speak loudly.

Grandpa Chang was very happy. He took the bamboo basket and looked at it carefully, praising it repeatedly: "This is good, this is good! They are still fresh. It is not easy to eat live fish in winter. Thank you!"

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it." The visitor waved his hands repeatedly, "If it weren't for the food sent by Director Chang, my mother might not have survived the New Year. She told me to come to thank Director Chang... Old man, Director Chang is not at home, so I will kowtow to you and wish you a happy New Year in advance."

Grandpa Chang did not stop him. He smiled and waited until the other person finished kowtowing before helping him up and shouting twice towards the yard.

Chang Tian ran over with a few steamed buns made of 20 grams of flour wrapped in paper. He poured the fish out of the bamboo basket and put them in a winnowing basket, then put the bamboo basket and the steamed buns into the visitor's hands.

"Master, you can't do that. You can't do that."

"Neighbors, it's a courtesy to exchange gifts. Take it."

"...Hey, thank you, old man."

Chang Wei watched Chang Tian bring something back and asked curiously, "Are you all so skilled now?"

Grandpa Chang goes out to meet guests, accept gifts, and return gifts, just like he is running an assembly line.

Chang Tian was very proud, and he stood in front of his elder brother and said solemnly: "Brother, many people have come here this afternoon, all to thank you."

Chang Ni pointed to the firewood room and said, "Brother, you sent a lot of things, especially firewood. We can hardly put it in."

This topic naturally involves Chang Long. The little girl jumped up and down and took over the topic, saying, "It's a pity that the ancestor doesn't allow us to go to the gate to watch the fun. He said that if we go, people will feel embarrassed. Only grandpa is allowed to go."

The old lady smiled and patted Chang Long's buttocks, then looked at Chang Wei with satisfaction, "My child, this bowl and this bucket are all from my heart, you can't despise them."

"Grandfather, please don't worry, I won't do that."

"Well, doing good deeds and accumulating virtues should not be publicized. Now the street office is promoting you, but you are not allowed to brag about it outside."

"I understand, Old Ancestor. If I had known about this in advance, I would have stopped it."

"Secretary Chen also has good intentions. Just spread the word in the street. It won't cause any trouble. It's not right to hide good deeds. A gentleman should be open and honest." After seeing off the guests, Grandpa Chang came back and sighed, "A family that accumulates good deeds will surely have more blessings. Little kids, your big brother is accumulating blessings for you."

The younger generations in the family all stood up and listened attentively.

Only Chang Xiaoman didn't understand these, but she knew that the people outside the door were here to thank her uncle, so she was very proud.

She curled up in Fan Tuaner's arms, swaying back and forth proudly, and from time to time she leaned over to hug Chang Wei's neck and kiss him, then shyly drew back with stars in her eyes.