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On another Saturday, after finishing her tutoring class, she took her three-string violin and headed alone to the entrance of Jiali Square. There, she unfurled a neatly written plea for help in calligraphy and affixed it to the wall before starting to play. She hoped that the sound of her violin would attract passersby, encouraging them to stop and, upon seeing her plea, generously offer their assistance.
She had never learned the violin formally; her talent was purely innate. She remembered how she would sneakily watch the older girl from next door practice through her window, standing on tiptoe to catch a glimpse of her playing inside while listening to the enchanting melodies that flowed from the strings. From that moment on, her greatest wish was to own a violin of her own and to play music she loved just like the older girl. Eventually, that wish had a chance to come true. One day, while playing with Tang Hui at a nearby music school, they stumbled upon a discarded violin next to a trash bin. It had only three strings and was in terrible condition, but this did not diminish her affection for it in the slightest. From then on, she would hide at home, practicing alone like a martial arts master in seclusion, poring over books about violin techniques and experimenting with different ways to play. With her dedication to music, it didn't take long before she could skillfully perform every piece in those books. Later, while practicing at home, she unwittingly caught the attention of the older girl next door. Surprised by the beautiful melodies coming from such a young girl, the older girl asked who composed the piece. Her response was that it was an improvisation because she believed that true beauty in music could only be achieved by playing from one's heart.
Perhaps due to the sweltering heat, the entire afternoon was nearly deserted except for the relentless sun beating down on the earth. Jiali Square felt especially empty. After playing for an entire afternoon with little success—only a handful of people stopping by to donate—she began to consider moving to a busier location for her fundraising efforts.
After careful consideration throughout the night, she decided to perform at Changjiang Square the next day in hopes of encountering a philanthropist. However, upon arrival at Changjiang Square, she found it even more desolate than before; it was eerily quiet and barren. Disheartened by this sight, she changed her route again and headed toward Wuhan Square.
This time, it seemed she had chosen correctly; perhaps it was indeed due to good fortune as some fortune tellers might suggest. Wuhan Square was bustling with activity—crowds filled the area and donations poured in continuously. Finally, she managed to collect over three hundred yuan.
Since her final exams ended, Zhu Hui had devoted herself entirely to playing on the streets to raise medical funds for Liao Chengwei. However, as time passed, fewer people were donating while skepticism about her intentions grew louder. Although Zhu Hui felt hurt by these doubts, she gritted her teeth and continued playing. She firmly believed that perseverance would eventually win hearts and dispel misunderstandings, allowing her to compose a brighter future for Liao Chengwei.
While comforting herself with these thoughts, a young security guard in his late twenties suddenly appeared before her in his blue uniform. Without asking for an explanation, he roughly ordered her to leave and accused her of scamming people.
"Who do you think you are? Even if I were a scammer, did you build this road? Did you plant this tree? What right do you have to chase me away? I’m not going anywhere," Zhu Hui stubbornly insisted.
"You child! This is not a place for you to play your violin! Go somewhere else! Don't disturb our business here!" The guard continued pushing her away while rudely tearing down her plea for help from the wall and crumpling it up before tossing it into a nearby trash bin.
"You rude security guard! How can you be so awful? If you keep this up, I’ll complain about you to your boss!" Zhu Hui exclaimed angrily as she elbowed him back forcefully.
"What—complain about me?" The guard pointed at himself with an incredulous expression before bursting into derisive laughter. "What are you going to complain about? That I didn’t let you stay here disturbing our business?"
"Exactly! To someone like you—brainless and tasteless—I may just be an idle person playing my violin in front of your square. But I believe that to your boss, I am nothing less than a revered deity."
“God? You really overestimate yourself!” the security guard mocked her, his laughter growing even more arrogant.
“Even though I’m not spending money in your plaza today, can you guarantee that I won’t come to spend money there in the future? After all, I am a potential customer of your plaza.”
“Don’t worry, our Boss doesn’t care if you come to our plaza to spend money,” the guard replied dismissively.
“I believe your Boss doesn’t care about just me coming to your plaza, but he will definitely care about the thousands of potential customers behind me who might not come to your plaza, right?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I am a person; I have flesh and blood, friends, and a voice. If I tell my hundred friends that your plaza is not good, I believe none of them will ever come to your plaza again. But it gets even scarier than that, because I can’t guarantee that my hundred friends won’t tell their hundred friends about the bad things regarding your plaza. If you calculate this way, you can imagine that in the future, there won’t just be millions but perhaps tens of millions who won’t come to your plaza. So you might as well wait for it to close down for good, and you, as a useless security guard, can just sit there with your mouth wide open waiting for nothing.” Zhu Hui finished her words with disdain, rolling her eyes dramatically at him and letting out a cold snort that was quite intimidating.
“You… you little girl, I didn’t expect your mouth to be so sharp,” the security guard stammered, pointing at her in anger.
“You brainless stinky guard wouldn’t understand the power of public opinion! I advise you to go home early and drink some brain-boosting supplements; maybe a miracle will happen and you’ll grow a brain.”
“You… you little brat! Which school do you go to? I’m going to tell your teachers and make sure they expel you!”
“Didn’t you just call me a liar? Do you think liars go to school?” Zhu Hui sneered at him dismissively.
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