Chapter 167: Dust

After a walk around the water park, everyone was a little tired and returned to their own houses.

Seeing that Li Jie had not come back yet, Li Bin looked at her watch and it was already past nine o'clock. She was a little worried, so she took out the phone and hung up Li Jie. Hearing that she had left the company and Xiao Yao was accompanying her for midnight snacks, Li Bin smiled and hung up the phone.

This couple of lovers are talking about love, and the phone call from my brother-in-law is too abnormal.

When Li Bin took a shower and returned to the house, Xiaoyu was leaning against the head of the bed and watching TV depressedly.

Li Bin turned over to the bed, hugged Xiaoyu in his arms, and asked lovingly:

"What's wrong with the little girl? Are you not quite happy just now?"

Xiaoyu looked at Li Bin, turned off the TV casually, snuggled in Li Bin's arms and said:

"Xiaojun, I just think it's a bit unfair. How come those who are determined to do something good for everyone are still attacked by so many boring people. I heard from my mother that when she first established this foundation, many people were talking bad about her behind their backs. Some said she was pretending to make a name for herself, some said she was cheating money, and she was talking about everything. It was not until nearly ten years that those negative voices gradually subsided. Just like you, you obviously donated so many things to us, but you even had so many concerns at our donation ceremony. Why is it so difficult to do something good?"

Li Bin didn't expect Xiaoyu to be thinking about this issue. He thought about it, tightened Xiaoyu in his arms and said softly:

"Xiaoyu, let me tell you a story. No, this is not a story, it is something that really happens around us."

Xiaoyu responded obediently and leaned quietly on Li Bin's shoulder.

Li Bin closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and began to speak softly:

"During that national SARS epidemic, a middle-aged couple entered the Qingdao Red Cross Society. They donated 40,000 yuan to the people who suffered this epidemic. The amount of 40,000 yuan is not very large, but in today's society, there are few people who can selflessly take out their savings to help others. When the staff of the Red Cross Society issued a receipt for them, they only left the name "Female Dust". From then on, the Red Cross Society will often receive their donations, the Indian Ocean tsunami, "Female Dust" donation of 50,000 yuan; the Kashgar earthquake, "Female Dust" donation of 50,000 yuan;

10,000 yuan; in the disaster in Hunan, "Wei Dust" donated 50,000 yuan; in order to save children with leukemia, "Wei Dust" donated 10,000 yuan. This 10,000 yuan is the last 10,000 yuan for the couple. For ordinary people, 200,000 yuan donations are already a very large amount, and the couple never left their names from beginning to end. People only know that they are called "Wei Dust". Qingdao citizens spontaneously organized the action to find "Wei Dust". Countless people expressed their respect and blessings to "Wei Dust" through various channels. Some people say that "Wei Dust" is the most respectable person.

They do not seek fame or profit, but are just doing what they think they should do. Some people are also dissuading those who are looking for "four dust". Since "four dust" chooses to do good things silently in their own way, we should respect their choices. From then on, "four dust" has become a symbol, a name that everyone has. More and more people are silently joining "four dust" and leaving behind the name of "four dust" after dedicating their love. "four dust" has become a group, a symbol, and a spirit. All those who silently dedicate their love,

It is "dust", and all those who are willing to help others are "dust". Even those who are crowing and thieves dare not desecrate the reputation of "dust". In Qingdao, you can often see such things. Past drivers help broken drivers repair cars, they are "dust"; those who are not wearing sanitation uniforms but clean up garbage on the road are "dust"; those who are diligent in leading the way for tourists from other places are "dust". But people do not know that the real "dust" has disappeared from then on, because they no longer have the ability to donate another penny."

Tears fell on Xiaoyu's face, mixed with Xiaoyu's tears, and slowly flowed down.

Xiaoyu raised her head, reached out to wipe away the tears hanging from the corners of Li Bin's eyes, and said with a sob:

"They are so great. Xiaojun, you know them, right? Can we help them?"

Li Bin nodded, shook his head again, and said with a hoarse voice:

"They don't need help from others. They have their own hands. I believe they will live a happy life. They have said: Everyone should have a grateful heart. They are just ordinary people. What they do is small, like a tiny particle of dust, just want to do something that should be done calmly."

Xiaoyu stared at Li Bin's eyes with tears in her eyes and asked:

"Xiaojun, who are they? Can you tell me?"

Li Bin twitched his nose, reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said:

"They are the parents of a hero, a pair of honest farmers. The money they donated was the 200,000 yuan pension that their son exchanged for his life for his life in order to defend the country and to safeguard the reputation of the motherland. However, the hero's parents said that we cannot use this money, and this money should be handed over to those who need them more."

Li Bin was moved by his comrades-in-arms and his parents. How many people have a mind that can compare to this simple and unpretentious pair of farmers? How many people can understand that this couple, who are snuggling with each other, is bleeding in their hearts every time they donate the money their son exchanged for their lives?

After a long period of silence, weeping silently.

After a long time, Xiaoyu raised her head, held Li Bin's face and said:

"Xiaojun, I understand. From now on, I will be like them, okay?"

"Yes." Li Bin nodded affirmatively, clenched Xiaoyu's hand and said:

"Let's make a pair of dust together and do what we should do silently."

Li Bin recalled a hot topic on the Internet from Weichen's spirit: "Lei Feng has gone abroad."

Lei Feng went abroad, and there were portraits of Lei Feng in West Point Military Academy in the United States, and there were courses to learn the story of Lei Feng. Not only West Point Military Academy, but also portraits of Lei Feng were hung in many military academies in the United States. In Thailand, the government even compiled Lei Feng’s deeds into pamphlets as learning materials for national morality. In many countries in Europe and Asia, people regard dedication and helping others as the spirit of Lei Feng. There was even a shameless country, saying Lei Feng was a descendant of their nation, and listing a lot of so-called information to prove the correctness of their statements. I just don’t know if the person who made this argument dared to go to Wangcheng County, Hunan Province to say something.

It is no wonder that people exclaim that Lei Feng has gone abroad. In the past decade, how many people have mentioned the saying "learning from Comrade Lei Feng" again? How many of the children born in the 1990s can know who Lei Feng is?

The issue of national quality education is thought-provoking. It is popularized by junior high schools and high schools. So what if you popularize colleges? Education and quality cannot be equated.

Li Bin sighed. He shouldn't have considered these things, and he could do nothing. He was able to talk to his father-in-law and remind him, hoping that it would attract the top leaders' ideas.

Early the next morning, after just using breakfast, Xiaoyu took Yu Xuemei to the foundation and went to do "Weichen". Li Bin also had a lot of feelings. If Xiaoyu did something seriously, she would be physically and mentally devoted and had a spirit of selflessness. Originally, Li Bin and Xiaoyu had basically the same ideas and ideas, and he also felt that everything Weichen did was great and sacred. After he reached a higher level, this idea was also quietly changing. He could only think that Weichen did very simple and conscience, but it was a bit far-fetched to connect with greatness.

The power of dust is just a trivial matter in the eyes of some people, and it will not play any role in the overall change of the overall environment. Of course, the spirit of dust is respectable. If everyone can have the awareness of dust within their ability, the world will definitely become better, but it is just an ideal. Just like xxism, thinking about it when you are free can also make you excited for a long time, but if you really realize it, you will feel how far away it is from your life.

Those who are in high positions see the overall situation and the whole world without too much bonding on these summaries. Just like a great designer, he draws a grand blueprint for you, and the polishing of this blueprint requires thousands of people to complete it together, and no longer need this great designer to modify it every stroke.
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