(The third more is sent, the code word is a little bit, ready to make up for the New Year's deficit slowly, ask for recommendation votes, a new turning point is coming, and the follow-up chapters are more exciting.) By the way, I recommend my friend's book "Dawn of the Earth", which is very good. ）

"Hypocrisy, what hypocrisy!"

Ye Chen yelled at the balcony outside the window, the anger in his heart seemed to have calmed down a lot, and he looked at the mobile phone doing parabolic motion at a height of dozens of meters in a daze, and his eyes suddenly calmed down.

"It's finally clean!" muttered to himself.

After being stunned on the balcony for half an hour, he turned around and walked into the house, found a piece of note paper from somewhere, took the pen and wandered around the paper for a while, and then threw the pen and left the note paper on the coffee table.

Then, he went out and closed the door.

Half an hour later, he appeared at the entrance of the Long-lost Modu Railway Station.

After ten minutes, he stepped on a train that he didn't know where to go, because he had chosen the closest train to leave the magic capital.

As soon as he got on the train, the bustling sound came to his face, and Ye Chen found his place, which was a window seat.

After a while, the train started, and as the steel jungle of the city slowly receded in the view outside the window, the green wilderness was reexposed to the scenery outside the window, and the impetuosity that belonged to the city gradually faded.

It was already dusk, and the golden soft light poured down, Ye Chen looked out the window quietly, a little distracted.

It is said that when a person is unhappy, he can step on a train with no destination, no matter where he goes, as long as he enjoys the scenery outside the window along the way, and relaxes, his mood will slowly calm down.

Ye Chen didn't know which book he read it from, but this idea suddenly popped up, and he did it. He suddenly felt a little funny, and he was ridiculous.

The train drove unhurriedly, the sky gradually darkened, Ye Chen gradually became tired, and he had hardly slept well in the past half a month. On the moving train, he leaned his head against the window and gradually fell asleep.

At about half past eight the next morning, Ye Chen woke up from the bumps of the train in a daze. This bumpy night seemed to be the most comfortable sleep he had in half a month, except for waking up in the middle of the night in a daze.

After a while, the voice of the train announcer came from the train announcement.

"Passengers, the terminal station of this train, Guizhou Station, is about to arrive, please pack your luggage in advance and prepare to get off!"

"Guizhou?" Ye Chen heard the name of the station, his eyes condensed slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

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Guizhou, Datong Mountain, a remote and poor small mountain village, more than one family, usually there are only the elderly and children in the village, young and middle-aged laborers, regardless of men and women, all over the country, a year of hard work, only around the New Year this small village will glow a little vitality.

The village had electricity two years ago, and there were only a few televisions in the whole village. For those in coastal cities, they may be able to comfort themselves with some of the poorest people who can't get enough to eat, and they can always come out if they don't die, but many of these people know that the poorest people don't need to eat when they actually stay in such remote mountain villages for a week, and that people here may not be in the hospital in their entire lives. If there is a small illness and a small disaster, he will carry it by himself, or use some local methods and ask the great god to "test" it, and after carrying it for decades, the small illness will become a major illness, and then go to some towns and villages that do not even have decent streets, and take eighty to the county seat. If you are lucky, you can get through it with most of your life's savings, and if you are unlucky, your savings from a lifetime of hard work are not worth a few days' hospitalization, so you can only go back to do a Dharma and then ask the Bodhisattva to take it to the Western Elysium. Only when you are buried, can you have a beautiful time.

The rich always have money, the poor always have a hard life, the last wealth of the rich is just a symbol, but the life is bitter, but it really hurts to the bone marrow, driving the living to death and driving them crazy, so bitter that they can't cry.

The first floor of the village, a two-storey dilapidated mud house, is used as a school, and the children of the village attend school from the first to the fifth grade. Most of the people in this village have been in this elementary school for a few years after they are young, and only a few of them have made it to the town's junior high school. Most of them drop out of school after three or four years of reading and write their names in a vague way, and then start a family and support their families, which is a true portrayal of a remote mountain village.

For this remote, far away from the hustle and bustle of the small village, the college student is a sacred being, and if there is a college student in any family, it will be the pride of the whole village. In the past half century, there have never been more than three teachers in the village. There have also been college students who came to teach, but the conditions here are too difficult, and many college students pat their butts and leave after less than ten days and half a month. After the death of the most educated old man Wang in the previous village, the village primary school was abandoned for nearly a year, and finally waited for a teacher who came from outside to teach.

This new teacher is a woman, and in the eyes of the villagers, she is as beautiful as a fairy descending from earth, more beautiful than the stars on TV. She is very polite, greets people she meets on the road, sometimes chats with the villagers about the harvest of crops, and patiently accompanies the lonely old people in the village to bask in the sun and listen to them talk about some old sesame seeds and rotten grain. The young people in the village didn't like to listen to it, but this female teacher, who had been dressed in white, listened to it for two or three hours, and she was not impatient.

What makes the villagers like this teacher the most is that this female teacher knows rare musical instruments that are only available on TV, and she sings very well. Sometimes when the female teacher was singing outside, many villagers liked to put down their farm work and sit in a circle and listen quietly. I didn't hear enough to let her continue to sing, and she didn't refuse.

So no matter who is in the village, they all call her "Teacher Su" from the bottom of their hearts.

In the early morning, a new day came, and in this remote mountain village, in a dilapidated two-story primary school, the crisp and pleasant sound of children reading sounded. This sound brings vigor to the quiet mountain village in the early morning, with smoke curling and chickens crowing and dogs barking, quiet and peaceful.

In a classroom with a stained wall, it was very simple, there was not a single intact window, and it was stuffed with grass and tattered adhesive paper. The equipment in the classroom is also very rudimentary, with more than a dozen broken desks and chairs, as if they have been used for decades, decaying and not looking good.

The small classroom was full of about fifty or sixty children, none of whom were dressed like the children in the city, and some of them did not have desks, but had bricks on their buttocks, and used a small stool as a table, which was indescribably shabby.

This is the whole school of five grade students, all crammed into a classroom, and on the podium, there is a woman in a white dress, leading the morning reading.