"Master, bring me a copy of today's newspaper. ”

"Hey, what's the news? "A middle-aged man passed by a roadside newspaper for breakfast, took today's latest newspaper, and was quickly attracted by a piece of news on it.

"Who's going to take the whip from my hand?" the man whispered the headline of the news, then slowly scrolled through it.

At the same time, on a certain wolf Weibo, a female teacher posted a long Weibo, the content of which was called: Who will take the whip in my hand? May there be no bad people in heaven!

This Weibo was quickly drowned out after the gossip and gossip news of some celebrities, and it did not make any waves.

This teacher's fans are only one or two thousand, and among the meager big V with millions of fans, it is really not ranked, but, soon, the comments under this Weibo exceeded 1,000, and the most important thing is that the retweets reached more than 1,500, which means that all the people who saw this meager have turned.

"The teacher posted on Weibo, first grab a first like and watch it. ”

After reading this meager article, I burst into tears, Teacher Li is really great, why would such a good teacher be killed, and those murderers must be severely punished. ”

"What kind of world, good people don't live long, heavens! The murderer must be severely punished!"

"Everything will fade into oblivion with the passage of time, maybe everyone will forget, and I will still remember her, a kind and great female teacher Li Yiyi, just like I remember Jin Xunhua, do you know who Jin Xunhua is? Do you know who Luo Shengjiao is? A young intellectual, a warrior, I still remember more than 50 years, just as I remember Lei Feng. ”

"This is an orphan in the society, does not complain about the society's kindness, red plum is rooted in the mountains, and the green mountains are sprinkled for future generations. After reading it, my heart suddenly became very chaotic, and I wanted to say a lot of things. In the end, it can only be turned into these four non-rhyming verses. Heaven is unfair, why was such a kind female teacher killed, and what should those children do. ”

"Ms. Li is the same age as me, and I am still at home enjoying the care of my parents. Compared with Teacher Li, it is really a shame, everyone helped forward this meager article, so that more people can see it, for those children in the mountains. In order to avenge Mr. Li, none of those murderers can be spared. ”

"Although I am an orphan, my heart is like a bodhisattva, Mr. Li, I believe that those children in the mountains must be the favor of your heart, and you are also their mother, Mr. Li, go well, may heaven be free of sin. ”

"From the bustling city to the depths of the mountains. With the immature shoulders of a college student who has just graduated, she has carried the hope of the children, resisted poverty and loneliness, and shouldered the responsibility that should not belong to her. Teacher Li lit the torch, but it stung our eyes. ”

"If tears are an asset, Teacher Li is a rich person because she brings tears to my eyes. ”

……

All of a sudden. This long Weibo post was reposted by 1,000, 2,000, 5,000, 10,000, 50,000, and even 100,000. More and more people who saw this meager reprint joined the reprint, and in the end, with the reprinting of those Weibo big Vs and a certain wave's official Weibo, the number of retweets of this Weibo exceeded the divorce news of a certain big star.

And, for the first time, so much retweet volume. The comments below are not abusive, there are no advertisements to earn a hundred a day part-time, and in just two hours, this meager article topped the trending topics.

At the same time, the major news media have also reprinted this news, Xinhuanet, Jiangnan Metropolis Branch, morning newspapers in various places, a certain wave news, a certain news news, a certain easy news...... Whether it is paper media or online media, this letter, titled "Who will take the whip in my hand", appeared on the front page.

"My name is Li Yiyi, and I am an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Orphans, when I was three years old, they told me that orphans are children without parents, I don't think I'm an orphan, it's just that my parents have something to leave, and I believe that one day, they will come to pick me up.

In 12 years, I graduated, and my classmates were busy submitting resumes to find jobs, while I came to Yangyan Village with a few friends with my luggage, a poor mountain village in urgent need of teachers.

I chose to teach because of a report I saw in the newspaper at the beginning: "When the Sunshine Shines into the Valley":

"When the sun shines into the cave, the crisp sound of reading sounds, through the clutter of rocks, echoing in this place called Dog Hanging Rock. There is still no water and electricity, and the village has only a muddy path leading to the town, 18 kilometres away, and in 1997 it had its own primary school, built in a cave in the mountains, with 146 students in five grades and three teachers......

Compared with these children, I am lucky, although I am an orphan, but with the help of well-wishers, I can go to school and study, but what about these children, where are their kind-hearted people? At that moment, I had the idea of taking them to the mountains, and the kind-hearted people helped me, and I wanted to help those children.

After submitting the teaching form, finally, when I graduated, I was notified that I was assigned to go to Yangyan Village, with four other friends, and we will spend three years there.

When I arrived in Yangyan Village, there were no dilapidated classrooms in my imagination, nor the intellectual eyes of children in my imagination, everything was different from what I imagined, luxurious teaching buildings, a few children with blank faces, and this will be the life I will face in the next three years.

……

Two and a half years have passed, Xiaolin is also gone, I am left with a teacher in the mountains, after two years of hard work, the children in the village have come to school, there are already more than 200 students, with the arrival of the children, I have gradually felt powerless, what to do, let the village chief help find a few more teachers, but it has been a month, and no one has come.

I was lonely, lonely, and miserable inside, and a few times I woke up in a dream with tears on my pillow, and I couldn't hold on anymore......

Just yesterday, I fainted and fell on the podium, and Uncle Yang told me that after I passed out at that time, I frightened the children, and the children cried.

Uncle Yang persuaded me to go to the hospital for a check-up, but I refused, because if I left, what would the children do, their learning was just on the right track, and I left, without teachers, how should the children study?

I found the village chief again, hoping that the village chief could find a volunteer teacher as soon as possible, but the village chief told me with a look of embarrassment that the above teachers had been arranged this year and that I had to wait until next year.

Next year, I have to support it for another year, but I don't know if I can support it, because I can already feel that my body is not working, it is getting weaker and weaker, and I have to hold on to the podium several times and start to feel dizzy, and I have to hold on to the podium to hold on to a class.

In desperation, I can only submit articles to your society again, just like the letter to the children that was published in your newspaper asking for donations, I hope that your society can help publish it, so that more caring people can see it and be willing to be teachers for children.

I can fall and the kids can do without me, but they can't do without the teacher

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When the media was overwhelmingly reporting Li Yiyi's letter, at this moment, in a hospital in a city in northern Hebei, a young man was lying on a hospital bed, holding a newspaper in his hand.

"Qin Yu, how is it, are you better?"

The door to the ward was pushed open, and in walked a beautiful girl with two washed apples in her hands.

"This is today's People's Daily, I didn't expect that even the People's Daily reported on Miss Yiyi, I heard that many charities have contacted Yangyan Village to donate money to the children in the mountains. Meng Yao saw the newspaper in Qin Yu's hand and said.

"People don't think of being in the newspaper until they die, this is the sorrow of our domestic heroes. Qin Yu showed a sarcastic look on his face, when Li Yiyi was alive, what did these media do?

Hearing Qin Yu's words, Meng Yao's face also showed a gloomy color, and after being silent for a while, he replied: "Those people recruited, but according to what they said, they just kidnapped Sister Yiyi, and Sister Yiyi was on the way to be kidnapped, she fell ill in the car and left, these people were scared, so they threw Sister Yiyi's body into the well." ”

"Is there any difference?" Qin Yu said lightly.

"Well, now that Sister Yiyi's matter has attracted attention from many quarters, many people are very indignant, and those people will definitely be sentenced heavily. ”

"What about Qin Lan, why didn't you see her today?" Qin Yu thought that he had been awake for almost a long time, and he hadn't seen Qin Lan, so he asked.

"Sister Lan......" Meng Yao hesitated a little, and secretly glanced at Qin Yu, she promised Sister Lan not to tell Qin Yu first.

"What the hell is Qin Lan, what the hell is she doing?" Because of Li Yiyi's matter, Qin Yu was angry in his heart, and said with some irritation.

"Sister Lan didn't do anything this time, she went to the mountains to teach, she said that she was going to take over the whip in Miss Yiyi's hand and protect the children in the mountains instead of her. Meng Yao saw Qin Yu's unhappy expression, afraid that Qin Yu would misunderstand, and couldn't care less about agreeing to Qin Lan, so she hurriedly explained.

"She's going to teach?" Hearing Meng Yao's answer, Qin Yu was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, Sister Lan is actually very kind-hearted, Sister Yiyi's letter made her cry several times, and her eyes were red and swollen for a day. ”

Qin Yu glanced at Meng Yao's eyes, which were also a little red and swollen, and muttered in his heart, "Your eyes are not much better." ”

"How many years does she plan to teach?"

"Two years, Sister Lan said, and when the time comes, I want you to help her talk to her family. Meng Yao replied.

"Shall I help her?" Qin Yu's expression suddenly became strange, "She didn't want to teach just to avoid a blind date." (To be continued.) )