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In the evening, the blazing sun that had roamed the sky finally disappeared behind the clouds in the west, accompanied by the shadows of the evening crows. However, the air remained sweltering. At this moment, Zhu Hui was preparing to pack up and head home. She cleared out the donation box, noting that her luck today had not been great; there weren’t many contributors, and the total amount raised hadn’t even reached three digits. Although disappointed, she still considered it a small gain.
Just as she was comforting herself, a young man in his twenties suddenly sprinted towards her. Before she could react, he swiftly snatched the donation box and cash from her hands. Seeing her money being stolen, Zhu Hui naturally wouldn’t let it go easily; she took off in pursuit. As she ran, she called out for help from those around her, but not a single person paid her any attention, their indifference as cold as stone statues watching a spectacle.
Zhu Hui had always excelled in sports and was quick on her feet. It wasn’t long before she caught up to him. Just as she was about to reach him, in a moment of impatience, she swung her violin at him. The young man, seeing her small stature, no longer felt intimidated; instead, he arrogantly stopped and shoved her hard, knocking her to the ground. Sitting there, Zhu Hui couldn’t help but curse at him. The moment she did, it only served to infuriate him further. He snatched the violin from her hands and, with a thick accent, growled menacingly, “I’ll make you regret playing that violin! Watch me smash it to pieces!” With that, he raised the instrument high and brought it crashing down onto the ground with a loud crack, shattering it into fragments.
Zhu Hui watched in horror as her beloved violin was destroyed before her eyes, its pieces scattering across the ground like fallen leaves. Her mind went blank as if swept away by a flood; she felt dazed and lost. By the time she snapped back to reality, the young man had already fled. Kneeling on the ground, heartbroken, she cradled the remnants of her violin in her hands. Tears as large as raindrops streamed down her cheeks onto the scorching pavement below but were quickly evaporated by the heat, disappearing without a trace in this merciless world.
“Are you crying for the loss of that violin?” A young woman suddenly asked from behind her.
“No, I’m crying for a life that is about to be lost,” Zhu Hui replied through sniffles.
“Are you referring to your classmate’s life?” The woman asked again.
“How do you know?” Zhu Hui wiped away her tears and turned back in confusion.
“I’ve been observing you for a while; do you really have a classmate with leukemia?” She asked skeptically.
At this question, Zhu Hui shot her an annoyed glance; she was quite put off by the insinuation and didn’t feel like explaining anything. She stood up and prepared to leave.
“Hey! Ignoring someone is very rude!”
“It may be rude for me to ignore you, but asking such heartless questions isn’t exactly commendable either,” Zhu Hui retorted firmly.
“What school do you attend?”
“I’m a student at Nanhua High School in Class 34. My name is Zhu Hui; I’m 18 years old. I live at No. 1 Yi Zi Road, on the second floor in Room 3. I’ve always worked hard and studied diligently without ever doing anything wrong. My greatest wish is for there to be fewer heartless people like you in this world. Are you satisfied now? Goodbye!” After introducing herself curtly, Zhu Hui turned on her heel and walked away with an air of nonchalance.
“You’re quite amusing! I didn’t ask you so many questions yet you answered so thoroughly.”
“This way it’s easier for you to report me as a fraud at the police station.”
"Have you ever thought I was a liar?"
"Then do you dare to admit that you've never thought that way?"
The Young Woman noticed the sharpness in her words and couldn't help but show a slightly uncomfortable expression. She replied unhappily, "Do you usually speak to others like this?"
"No, no, I don't." Zhu Hui looked at her, feeling a wave of sadness wash over her. She lowered her head and pondered for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry, I just got robbed... I'm in a bad mood right now, so my attitude towards you was unfriendly. Please forgive me!"
"I can understand." The Young Woman nodded slightly and suddenly asked, "How much did they take from you?"
"Not much, just my violin..." Zhu Hui lowered her head, sorrowfully gazing at the remnants of the violin she held in her arms, and began to choke up.
"Is this violin very important to you?"
Zhu Hui nodded and said, "I've been relying on this violin to raise donations during this time." She sighed helplessly at this point, tears welling up in her eyes as she added, "I really don't know what to do in the future."
"Don't be sad. Although you've lost your money-making violin now, I believe you'll be able to get even more in the future, and your classmate will surely recover."
"Thank you!" Zhu Hui forced a smile through her frown and said, "I hope it will be as you say."
"It will definitely be as I say; trust me." The Young Woman said confidently, then smiled again and added, "I'm very glad to meet you today. My name is Ma Lin. You must remember me! I'm the class monitor of Class 4 in the senior year at Nanhua High School."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Hui was suddenly taken aback and asked in confusion,
"How did you know I am the class monitor of Class 4 in Senior Year at Nanhua High School? I don't think I've ever told you that."
The Young Woman couldn't help but laugh at her question. "Not only do I know you are the class monitor of Class 4, but I also know that your classmate who has leukemia is named Liao Chengwei."
"You... how do you know so much?" Zhu Hui stared at her, feeling quite surprised.
"I've been observing you for quite some time; how could I not understand?"
"Then do you still doubt that I'm a fraud?"
The Young Woman looked at her and sincerely nodded. "If I still doubted you at this point, that would be truly inhumane." She laughed again, glanced up at the darkening sky, and said, "Alright, it's getting late, and I should be going. We will definitely meet again in the future, so please don't forget me. My name is Ma Lin." With that, she winked at Zhu Hui, leaving behind a teasing smile before turning to leave.
Zhu Hui watched Ma Lin's figure from a distance, filled with suspicion and secretly wondering if she had indeed encountered a philanthropist today. But judging by the Young Woman's simple appearance, it didn't seem likely. Who exactly was she? Just as she pondered this, the streetlights along the road suddenly lit up, two shimmering bands of light blooming like rainbows above her head.
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