It's said it's a walk, it's really just a walk around.

The two walked along the road, chatting. Passers-by faced the heavier snow, laughter and joy. The city became lively at night because of a snow. During this festival, there were more couples in pairs on the streets. Tang Yao thought fortunately he did not come out alone, although he was just an ordinary friend.

The two walked to a bridge and stopped and watched the New Year's Day fireworks. Liu Jieyu would always take out her mobile phone to take pictures of such beautiful things. Because she had experienced the despair of darkness, she especially cherished the beautiful light.

At around 8:30, Liu Jieyu received a call from her family and left first. Because the distance was quite close, Tang Yao sent her to the doorstep.

After refusing the invitation, Tang Yao stayed alone for a while and walked back leisurely. The snowflakes fell on his hat and made a soft salsa sound. There was a thin layer of white snow particles on the ground. It felt a soft texture when stepped on. He still retained a bit of innocence, and this snow made him feel particularly beautiful.

When I returned home like this, I replied to the holiday blessings sent by my friends one by one, then washed up and went to bed with peace of mind.

At 7 o'clock the next morning, Tang Yao Studio joined forces with Vientiane and Aoki University Press to make a promotional statement on the online release and publication of Tang Yao's new work "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles". It was released online one week later, and offline physical books will be sold ten days later.

In two hours, Tang Yao, who had not been on the hot search for a long time, once again entered the top ten hot searches. After the last time "Ghost Blows Out the Light" was widely praised, Tang Yao's writing skills were also recognized by the market. In addition, he had no news on the Internet for a long time, the statement released by this new book quickly attracted countless discussions.

"Life Year Series! Tang Yao is actually alive again!"

"I thought Tang Yao was in trouble, but I didn't expect to go find inspiration for writing! Good guy, this time I took notes! Blatantly!"

"Book fans are ecstatic! Although there are no new songs to listen to, it is very comfortable to read with new books. Now there are imitations of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" everywhere, but those writers are not at all good at robbing tombs, and you have to read Tang Yao, an expert!"

"Wow, this is going to write a book in seclusion! After reading "Ghost Blows Out the Light", we can seamlessly connect the next book. I just hope that Tang Yao will not learn from those online writers, change the soup and not change the medicine (dog head)."

"I've learned technology by reading books, brothers! Shaanxi people say that this technology can really make a fortune (dog head)"

"Tang Yao is a singer! He is filming and writing novels, and he is not doing his job properly! Hurry up and release new songs! Don't think that if you keep dominating the popularity of Huayun Music, you can be so relaxed!"

"Hahaha, I woke up in the morning and saw this news. I felt happy in an instant. The first day of the New Year starts with watching Tang Yao!"

"The missing population returns! Celebrate all over the world!"

"The same type of money must not be a bit bad! It's better to be a little innovative. Otherwise, there's no newness."

As expected, the discussion was extremely high. The self-media quickly seized this hot topic and earned traffic by rushing for manuscripts. Soon the news had a lot of articles on major platforms. The promotional effect of this tap water was enough to make "Grave Robbers' Chronicles" enter the vision of countless people.

Fans were surprised, passers-by were looking forward, and all forces were watching.

Tang Yao just used a simple Weibo post in the studio, without any extra publicity, to become the hottest topic on the Internet. He added a lot of anger to the first day of the New Year. He also made many people jealous, but he could only envy him so much.

When this news became the focus of many people, Tang Yao didn't care much. He had already taken the high-speed rail to southern Yunnan Province.

Lin Jingyu and the others were also flying to Wumeng City in the northeast corner of southern Yunnan. There are four or five poor counties in this city. In the mountainous areas, many families are still living a very difficult life. In schools in remote areas, the learning conditions of students are also difficult for extraordinary people to imagine.

The two sides plan to meet at the station in Wumeng city and go to the destination together with the car that arrived in Wumeng yesterday that transported donated supplies. Wumeng is located in the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, with mountains undulating in the area. Because of the high altitude, it is particularly cold in winter. The heavy snow here has caused the mountains to be stained with silver.

When they met Lin Jingyu and his group, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon. There were five of them, and the two extras in the team were the main leaders of their donation team. Two young men who looked very righteous. When they saw Tang Yao, they greeted him excitedly and introduced themselves. One was Chen He and the other was Chen Guo. They were two brothers.

"Teacher Tang, we are both your hardcore fans."

"Is that true, thank you." Tang Yao smiled at him casually.

Song Ya and Lin Jingyu were both wearing thick winter clothes, Zhang Jun was dressed more neatly, and even carried a bulging bag. After a few chats, the few met with the car delivering supplies. A small truck and a small car. The other three people from the donation team were among them. Everyone also greeted each other.

A few people got into the bus and set off.

After leaving the city, Tang Yao was in the co-pilot and looked at the scenery outside through the windshield, and he felt like he was returning to his hometown in his previous life. After driving through a section of cement road, the car turned into a rugged rural road. There was water, mud, bumpy pits, and very bumpy...

It took two hours to reach the destination.

Dirty, simple, remote...

The group met Zhang Heng, the principal, director of the primary school, Chinese teacher and math teacher..., a middle-aged man in his forties, a little short and nodded. There were two younger teachers next to him. He spoke Mandarin that everyone could barely understand and shook hands with everyone. Then everyone went to the playground covered with snow and saw dozens of students from this school.

Tang Yao was a little worried because in such weather, some children were wearing thin clothes, and some even had white fine ice on their heads. The children were lined up in a crooked team, with longing and expectation in their eyes...

Because of the early investigation, the supplies were all purchased. Clothes, pants, shoes, gloves, earmuffs, paper and pen... When everything was sent, the smiles on the children's faces became even stronger. Many children's books and teaching tools donated to the school were moved to the storage room. Principal Zhang Heng and the other two teachers no longer knew how much thanks they said.

Tang Yao felt so upset that he felt that the charity he did was meaningful. The country would get better and better, poverty would gradually be eliminated, and education would be more and more perfect. It also requires a lot of help from society...
Chapter completed!