I opened the short video app again.

The video of a mother rescuing a girl has received over a million likes.

Meanwhile, there are over ten thousand replies under my comment.

Most of them are insults towards me.

This does not even include the comments that were too harsh and got deleted by the platform.

My private messages are also filled with filth, cursing, horrifying images, and curse images.

I also received a phone call from the local police of my school, saying that I am suspected of provoking trouble and asked me to cooperate with their investigation.

After explaining the situation at home to the police, they asked me to go to the police station as soon as I return to school.

At this point, I am truly scared.

But do I regret this matter?

No, I don't.

In today's society, there are so many scammers and people who manipulate sympathy to fraudulently obtain donations.

How would I know if that woman was a scammer?

Should I have let her kowtow just because I asked her to? Is she stupid?

As for the police, they have so many scammers to handle, but they come after me just because I boast online?

How ridiculous!

I was not like this before, really.

After my mother's death, my relationship with my father completely fell apart.

During my high school years, I studied hard and intentionally applied to a school far away from home just to avoid seeing him.

I hate him!

Every time I see him, I think of my mother, my younger sister.

At the same time, I also understand that one must have money in hand. In my freshman year, I started doing part-time jobs, hoping to have more money.

I didn't join my classmates in shopping, eating out, or traveling.

I had no intention of spending any money. In one year, I saved up a lot of money.

During that year, I rarely contacted my father. He doesn't have a mobile phone, so I couldn't reach him.

Occasionally, I would consider going back to see him, but when I saw the expensive travel expenses, I hesitated.

Forget it, I'll just wait for him to come and see me.

In my sophomore year, I saw a plea for help on my friend's social media.

It was forwarded by one of my classmates, saying that his close friend's mother was seriously ill and needed money for surgery.

I saw the photo. His mother looked really similar to mine.

I transferred all the money I had painstakingly saved to him. I didn't want that woman to die. I couldn't save my mother back then, but now that I have some money, I won't become someone who turns a blind eye like my neighbors.

After a month, I saw a photo of him and his close friend on my classmate's social media.

His close friend's family drives a BMW.

I don't know the specific model of the car, but I recognize the BMW logo. They were all at a bar drinking.

I fell silent.

That money was what I earned from working at a restaurant. After my part-time job, I could only afford to eat a steamed bun.

I asked my classmate if his friend's family could return the money to me.

His expression, how should I describe it?

There was confusion, contempt, and a sense of superiority like looking down on someone inferior.

"I saw that you donated more than a thousand yuan. Let it go."

"His family has money."

"Consider it an act of kindness. His mother has recovered now, think of it as accumulating good karma."

"Please return the money, I'm begging you."

He impatiently waved his hand. It's not like I asked you to donate the money, and it's not like I used your money. Don't come to me, find someone else if you want.

I called the number written in the plea for help.

A woman answered the phone, I don't know if it was the same woman who was sick.

I asked her, "Now that you have money and your family drives a nice car, can you return the money I donated?"

She said, "Are you crazy?"

Then she hung up, and I couldn't get through anymore.

My hard-earned money, saved up for a year, I can't bear to go back and see the money my father saved.

Thinking of my father, I wiped away my tears.

I hate scammers!