darknovel Chapter 401 Uncle Boss
Chapter 401 Uncle Boss
As the volunteers began their arduous climb, the live stream footage became extremely shaky.
The sound of falling gravel, rapid breathing, and the occasional glimpses of a bottomless abyss by the camera kept millions of viewers on the edge of their seats.
"Hang in there, everyone!"
The volunteer gasped for breath as he spoke to the camera.
"The driver just said that the road here used to be narrower and more dangerous. It was only a few years ago that someone widened it a little, making it barely passable..."
The group moved up the almost vertical slope.
Upon reaching a treacherous bend known as the "hairpin turn," the volunteer at the front suddenly stopped and exclaimed in surprise:
"Oh my god! Everyone, look!"
The camera suddenly pointed forward.
According to the information, this should have been a very slippery mud slope.
But now, before everyone's eyes appeared a row of neat, solid stones, clearly newly excavated...
Stone steps!
The steps were wide and flat, with extremely rounded edges, deeply embedded in the mountain rocks.
The sides of each stone step are even carefully engraved with anti-slip textures.
Stone steps? Where would stone steps come from in this desolate wilderness?
[It looks really new! Could it have been renovated by that charity again?]
Look at the driver's expression! He's completely dumbfounded!
The driver, carrying a box of stationery, was lying on the side of the road. He stared at the stone steps, his eyes suddenly reddening. He tremblingly squatted down to touch the cold stone surface.
"It's changed...everything has changed."
The driver was speechless for a long time before finally choking up as he spoke to the camera.
"When I delivered supplies last month, this place was just a mud pit, and the children had to climb up the vines next to it to get to school."
"Now... now they've actually built a ladder to heaven!"
He raised his head, looked towards the direction where the mountaintop was shrouded in mist, and shouted in a loud voice:
"This must have been repaired by that same organization!"
"Apart from the government, no other charity would put in this much effort in this godforsaken place!"
This scene, captured by the live stream camera, left countless netizens sitting in air-conditioned rooms scrolling through their phones in a long silence.
If the previous cement road was a manifestation of financial resources, then these stone steps that ascend into the clouds represent a kind of heartwarming assistance.
It was inconspicuous, there was no ribbon-cutting ceremony, and it didn't even appear in any official presentation slides.
But it remained silently embedded in the mountain flesh, reducing the hardships and difficulties children faced on their way to school.
Inside the live stream room.
The volunteer leaned on his knees and gave a wry smile to the camera.
After walking up those stone steps, the entire team fell into an eerie silence.
No one spoke, not because they were speechless with shock at the donation, but simply because they were too exhausted to even fart.
About half an hour later.
Just when the volunteers felt like they were about to ascend to heaven, their field of vision suddenly opened up.
A cluster of buildings made of adobe houses and blue tiles, like an isolated island forgotten by time, lies quietly in a mountain valley shrouded in clouds and mist.
This is Zhe'er Village.
"Look! A village!"
The volunteer exclaimed in surprise, her tired eyes instantly brightening.
The moment they stepped into the open space at the village entrance, a small, thin figure who was squatting under a tree playing with stones suddenly looked up.
It was a little boy who was about five or six years old.
Her cheeks were rosy, bearing the marks of the ultraviolet radiation unique to the plateau.
When he saw this group of strangers carrying large bags and wearing red vests, his bright black eyes flashed with an almost fanatical joy!
"Uncle Zhan! Uncle Zhan is here!"
The little boy dropped the stone in his hand and, like a sparrow released from its cage, ran towards the volunteers with his arms outstretched.
Immediately afterward, upon hearing the commotion, several children of all ages darted out from behind the earthen houses at the village entrance.
"Did Uncle Zhan bring any candy?"
"Uncle Zhan, did you bring the pencil case I asked for last time?"
The cheers instantly shattered the tranquility of the mountain village; that pure joy pierced through the defenses of millions of viewers in the live stream via the internet.
however.
When the children rushed up and saw the faces of the group, the slightly older boy, who was about ten years old, suddenly slammed on the brakes.
He pulled back his little companion who was still jumping around, looked at the volunteers with a mix of wariness and disappointment, and finally shook his head knowingly:
"Uncle Zhan wasn't among them."
The previously lively atmosphere instantly cooled down.
The volunteers looked at each other, their expressions quite interesting.
"Uncle Zhan?"
The guy leading the group touched his nose and squatted down somewhat awkwardly.
"Little friend, we are not Uncle Zhan."
"We are volunteers from the Shanghai Theatre Academy in Shanghai, who came here specifically to deliver schoolbags and winter clothes to you."
Next, the volunteers introduced themselves one by one and even took out pencil cases with the words "Donated by Shanghai Theatre Academy" printed on them from their bags.
The boy in the lead stared blankly for a moment, looked down at the exquisite stationery, and then looked up at the group of older brothers and sisters who were covered in sweat but smiling gently.
The disappointment in his eyes gradually faded.
Instead, there is a kind of maturity called "understanding".
He nodded vigorously and shouted to his friends behind him:
"Stop fooling around, everyone! These older brothers and sisters are just as kind as Uncle Zhan!"
Upon hearing this, the chat room instantly erupted in tears.
Holy crap, the word "too" is killing me!
So who exactly is Uncle Zhan? Could he be from that "unknown organization" that did the road repairs?
Children's world is really simple; those who are kind to them are all the same kind of people.
"Is he also a great person like Uncle Zhan?"
"Little friend, who is this Uncle Zhan you're talking about?"
The volunteer squatted down and casually asked.
"Is he from that road-building charity foundation outside?"
The little boy took the stationery, hugged it tightly to his chest, and his clear eyes sparkled.
"Uncle Zhan's surname isn't Zhan; his name is Su Zhan!"
"I don't know what a charity foundation is. I only know that the main road at the entrance of the village, and the stone steps we are standing on, were all repaired by Uncle Su Zhan and his team."
"He comes every now and then, bringing us lots and lots of delicious food, and pretty pencils!"
"Even the clothes I'm wearing were given to us by Uncle Zhan."
A slightly older girl nearby also came over and added:
"Yes! Uncle Su Zhan also sponsored several older girls from our village to attend junior high school in town!"
He said that when we grow up, we should be like the boss behind him, someone who can shelter others from the wind and rain.