In the children's orphanage, Jenny is taking a dozen children to play games. The children seem to be reporting something to her. One said that the aunt kissed him yesterday, and the other said that he received a picture given to him by a child.
Someone asked Jenny: "What are you playing?" Jenny smiled and said, "I'm teaching the children to accumulate warmth."
"Gather warmth?"
"Yes," said Jenny, "These children are orphans at a young age, and life is like winter for them, so I want to teach them to accumulate warmth and accumulate the little bit of warmth that people usually give. , And slowly there will be a sun in my heart."
Jenny told her story again. It turned out that she was an illegitimate daughter. She grew up in white eyes, boys bullied her, girls isolated her, and her relatives always regarded her as a shame to the family.
But, Jenny remembers more, but the people and things that have warmed her.
She said that the boy who pulled her braids once actually put two toffee in her pocket;
The uncle who always used her as a punching bag brought back two beautiful skirts that were exactly the same on business trips, one for the cousin, and the other for her;
Her grandfather, the face-saving old man, would blacken his face when he saw her, but when he was dying, he eagerly told his family to provide for her to go to university.
Speaking of emotions, Jenny choked up. She said that she was really grateful for the warmth in her life, which made her feel the beauty of life slowly.
To accumulate warmth, this should be the most beautiful word we have heard.