I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

Just as Sister Yun was feeling conflicted, Xiaoyu's mother returned, having finished taking photos and feeling satisfied.

She deliberately came up to Sister Yun and greeted her with great fanfare:

"Sisters, come and see my little girl!"

"I must say, this French stylist is truly exceptional, his skills are top-notch."

Upon hearing what Xiaoyu's mother said, everyone except Sister Yun gathered around.

Mothers often go shopping and read fashion magazines, so they can easily tell the brand and quality of products.

Moreover, as women, we all yearn for beautiful things.

A mother was holding Xiaoyu's mother's phone and kept zooming in on the photos that had just been taken, making clicking sounds from time to time.

"Wow, the fabric of this garment is so fine."

"Big brands are just different; even the patterns are hand-stitched."

Sister Yun, standing to the side, looked sour.

Although she was standing at the back of the crowd, fortunately, at around 1.7 meters tall, she wasn't short, and you could see the photo if you stood on tiptoe.

Xiaoyu's mother noticed Yun's gaze and started speaking sarcastically.

"That's why I always say we have to be careful when making friends."

"Stay away from those who sow discord and are self-righteous."

Upon hearing this, Sister Yun's ears turned red instantly. She felt embarrassed and wanted to leave, but she didn't want to show her weakness.

When the other parents saw that Xiaoyu's mother was gaining momentum, their expressions changed instantly.

Yang Xue isn't here, and Yang Zhiyao can't get in touch with her, but Xiaoyu's mother could be a breakthrough point.

Of all the children in the kindergarten, only Qian Xiaoyu received such treatment, which shows that she is of extraordinary status.

"It's mainly because Xiaoyu's mother did a good job. Xiaoyu is able to make such good friends, which is all thanks to her mother."

"Xiaoyu's mom, how come you have such discerning eyes that you can see that the Yang family is extraordinary?"

"Hey Xiaoyu's mom, I'm starting to get jealous of you. You have to take responsibility, when are you going to be able to introduce Zhizhi to us for my daughter?"

Xiaoyu's mother was clearly pleased by the praise and continued to marvel:

"There is no such thing as insightful eyes; it all comes down to good fortune and good karma."

“Let’s talk about truly wealthy people. They really don’t show off or flaunt their wealth.”

"As a result, a set of clothes worth over 100,000 yuan was given away casually."

These words shocked all the mothers.

So this outfit wasn't "borrowed" but given away...?

Is this really polite?

Is this really reasonable?

"What do you mean? Are you kidding me?!"

"How can this be!"

Sister Yun, who had been silent all along, broke down instantly upon hearing the news.

Coming from a merchant family, she was naturally accustomed to calculation, and coupled with her greed for fame and fortune, her inner sense of injustice was particularly strong.

Her previous experiences had already made her unable to find balance, and this six-figure gift became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Xiaoyu's mother shrugged and said in a very casual tone:

"It's nothing. Zhizhi has already spent nearly tens of thousands of yuan on gifts for Xiaoyu alone."

He then sneered and looked at Sister Yun with disdain.

"Ha...always trying to outdo each other."

"Don't underestimate Zhizhi just because she's 6 years old. She's already achieved financial freedom. Why does she need to compare herself to anyone?"

As Xiaoyu's mother's increasingly outrageous remarks continued, all the parents wore expressions of suspicion.

As a parent, it's fine to exaggerate a little, but if you go too far, it becomes bragging.

"It's only a few tens of thousands of yuan? Nobody would believe you. Do you think Yang Zhiyao's family owns a toy store?!"

Sister Yun felt that Xiaoyu's mother was just bragging, and she became more assertive.

At that moment, a timid voice rang out from the crowd:

"Her family does indeed own a toy store."

Following the sound, everyone looked and saw that it was the arrogant Zhang Cuicui, who was also Gu Chenchen's parent.

Recently, Zhang Cuicui's personality has undergone a huge change.

She has become much more low-key in her daily life, picking up her child on foot every day, speaking very softly, and avoiding conflict with anyone.

Everyone thought that this woman might have suffered domestic violence, or encountered some major setback and developed depression.

I never expected her to speak today...

...

Yuanbao Primary School

Although it was a music class, the question-and-answer session took up most of the class time.

Through the interactive sessions in the classroom, netizens couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, including pity and sympathy.

The lives of these children are far more difficult than they imagined.

Their lives were much less fun, and they rarely saw cartoons at school.

The only way to contact their parents, who work in the city, is through the teacher's mobile phone.

And this is the least of their many sufferings.

School life has already satisfied them enough.

For students from remote mountain villages, it was a hellish start.

Due to extreme resource scarcity, they usually only have roasted potatoes and wild vegetables to eat.

Water and electricity are scarce resources, so the children in the village are all dirty and covered in dust.

In winter, fire is essential for both cooking and heating.

A little girl recounted that when she was 5 years old, her mother had to go out to work, leaving only her and her disabled father at home.

In order to start a fire and cook, she has to go up the mountain to collect firewood every day.

If it snows heavily, her clothes won't keep out the cold, so she can only quietly hide in the earthen cave and wait.

Wait until it stops, or until it gets smaller, then go and gather firewood.

If they can't retrieve it, the family will not only go hungry that night, but also suffer from the cold.

Children in the village often get snatched away by wolves while gathering firewood, but they have no choice but to live a life of desperation in order to survive.

What's most heartbreaking is that the children described these things with indifferent expressions, treating them as ordinary stories or accidents.

They've gotten used to the hardships.

They had become accustomed to living in fear.

As Yang Xue listened to these stories, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Today, there were more donations in the live stream than usual, but the atmosphere was unusually heavy.

[This made me cry. I really...really never imagined life could be so hard.]

At first, I didn't understand why they didn't leave, until my grandmother told me that for them, it's hard to leave their homeland; their roots are there, and they can't leave...

Therefore, they especially hope that their children will achieve great things and successfully leave these mountains.

Sigh, I feel so powerless. This is just how fate has arranged things. Compared to them, I am so much happier right now...

Yang Xue looked around the classroom, taking in the children, some dark-skinned, some thin, and took a deep breath before saying:

"Classmates, we can switch roles today too."

"While the teachers are giving lectures, you are also teaching me some things."

"Today, we have a music lesson."

To put it simply, music is singing.

Do you like to sing? Or do you want to sing?

"I want to!"

After a brief silence, the classroom was filled with the somewhat disordered but loud voices of children.

Yang Xue nodded and then asked:

"Do you know what a song represents?"

The children shook their heads in bewilderment.

Yang Xue's eyes suddenly lit up as she recalled the song that had echoed in her ears when she applied to the music academy.

The familiar melody played again; it was Pu Shu's "The Ordinary Road".

Yang Xue's voice suddenly became strong and powerful.

"The song represents the courage to take on challenges, the fighting spirit to overcome difficulties and obstacles, and the hope to never give up!"