Note: The content of this chapter may be a bit heavy, and those who don't want to read it can skip it.

The situation on the afternoon of the next day, when it first happened, was similar to what Song Yong and the others expected.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Ah Xiao put down the meat skewers in his hand with an embarrassed face.

Then, she rode a second-hand electric bicycle that she had just bought a few days ago, went to a private elementary school not too far away, and picked up Xiaolin, who had just finished school.

In fact, about picking up people during working hours, it was a privilege granted by Song Yongte to Ah Xiao.

With such a little privilege of the store, the other employees in the store didn't seem to have any opinions, but in this regard, the strong Ah Xiao still went to work an hour earlier than the others, and didn't want to take advantage of the store.

Almost an hour later, Ah Xiao and her mother came back.

Song Yong quietly called Ah Xiao to the back kitchen and told Ah Xiao about Xiaolin's theft of money, and then everything that happened next was a big gap from what Song Yong had imagined before.

After listening to Song Yong's story, Ah Xiao was so angry and anxious that even his eyes turned red in an instant.

Xiao Lin was still sitting at the door of the store, taking a small bite of the ice cream that the stick bought for him.

Seeing this, Song Yong, who seemed to be a little wrong, didn't have time to explain a few words, Ah Xiao was already holding a broom in his hand and walked over to Xiao Lin in a hurry.

Ah Xiao didn't hit people directly, but snatched the schoolbag that Xiao Lin put at his feet.

When the schoolbag was snatched over, Xiao Lin seemed to realize something, and he tried to hug his laughing schoolbag.

It's a pity that his strength is not as great as Ah Xiao after all, not only was he snatched his schoolbag, but he was also pushed to the ground by Ah Xiao.

Then, Ah Xiao directly took the schoolbag and opened the zipper.

When the opening of the bag is pointed downward, it shakes vigorously against the ground.

Suddenly, along with textbooks, pencils, and erasers, they were poured out of the schoolbag, along with a large handful of scattered banknotes.

The largest denomination is twenty, and the smallest piece.

There were even a number of steel hammers among them, which smashed on the concrete floor with 'clanging~', and the sound of steel jumping on the ground completely triggered Ah Xiao's outbreak.

With a broom in one hand, she jerked it against Xiao Lin's ass and thighs.

While whipping, Ah Xiao cried and scolded loudly:

"If you kid doesn't learn well at such a young age, and if you kid also learns to steal money, if you want anything to eat and wear, won't your mother buy it for you?"

Compared with Ah Xiao, who was completely out of control, he cried and scolded hoarsely.

He was only six or seven years old, and he was in the first grade of elementary school, but this kid bit his lip.

Not only did he not have the slightest posture of begging for mercy and crying, but even this dead, deadly boy, he didn't even have the intention of dodging.

Let Ah Xiao keep waving the broom pole and whip it on his body again and again.

Just by looking at it, I know that Ah Xiao, who is angry at the moment, has no hand in his hand.

Song Yong, who came up, looked at it, although he didn't know why Xiaolin, a child who was only six or seven years old, died like this, but I was afraid that it would not work like this.

For this reason, he hurriedly signaled to Xiaojuan and several female employees with his eyes, and hurriedly went up to stop Ah Xiao.

He stepped forward, planning to coax Xiao Lin to see if he could ask Xiao Lin why he stole money, if he could be reasonable, so that he would not do it again in the future would naturally be the best result.

It's just that he's such a rough old man, and he's not good at this kind of thing to coax children.

Instinctively, he glanced back, and planned to call the helper of the stick, and go forward together to help coax Xiao Lin, at least the relationship between the stick and Xiao Lin was closer than his own, and it was easier for the goods to persuade a little.

When Song Yong glanced back, he saw that the stick was standing far away, with a distressed look on his face.

What's even more excessive is that this guy even has red eyes at this moment, and it seems that he can shed tears in the blink of an eye.

Ah Xiao, who was also pulled, also tore open his throat and cried bitterly.

And even at this time, Xiao Lin's child still didn't shed even half a tear.

Song Yong knew that in fact, he couldn't blame Xiao Lin for such a performance, but he couldn't blame the environment in which he lived before, which had too much impact on an innocent child.

For this reason, Song Yong could only scold a foul sentence from his mouth:

What a sin......

Fortunately, because Song Yong's reaction was quite timely, Xiao Juan's three new employees quickly grabbed A Xiao in time, and there were not many places where Xiao Lin was beaten was bruised.

After helping Xiao Lin up, Song Yong gently patted the dust off his body.

asked softly: "Xiao Lin, uncle knows that you are actually a good boy, and you should have your own reasons for taking money from the drawer, to tell your uncle why it's good?"

It's not because Song Yong's product has the magical attribute that makes children feel friendly.

The specific reason should be that Xiao Lin is just a child after all, and he may be able to forcibly pretend to be this immature strength in the face of violence.

But under the persuasion of good words, he finally showed his weak side, and suddenly cried.

He cried and shouted in a childish voice, because of his long-term life in the countryside, even Kobayashi had never even attended kindergarten seriously.

So in his crying, his mouth was full of the dialect of Ah Xiao's hometown.

That is to say, Song Yong's language talent is not bad, and he has been exposed to this dialect before, so he can be regarded as basically understanding the content:

"I don't have more money to prepare, what if you don't want me anymore? When I'm hungry, where can I have money to eat? ”

"Also, I don't want to go to school, my teachers and classmates can't understand what I say, and the teachers often ask me to stand and my classmates laugh at me. ”

In Xiaolin's short crying, Song Yong and other adults with richer life experience were able to associate and guess more situations from it.

Xiaojuan and the other three girls couldn't help but wipe their tears, and after Ah Xiao went up, she hugged her son and cried.

For a while, even Song Yong's heart was not happy, and today's incident was not the fault of Xiaolin's children, but their adults......

Compared with adults, the world of children is obviously too simple.

After waiting for an hour, Xiao Lin was already sitting in front of the computer, and when he watched the cartoons, he had long forgotten all the unhappiness just now.

However, Song Yong and these adults still have some of their hearts and have not come out of this matter.

Just now, he made it clear that the private primary school that Xiao Lin is currently studying in is really shabby in many aspects such as teachers and environment.

In the city of Shencheng, there is actually a huge difference between many schools with the name of private schools.

Among them, the top group can be called aristocratic schools, or elite schools, and the teaching quality and environment are not bad at all compared to the top public schools.

It's just that the high cost of these schools.

Where is Axiao, a single ordinary woman, who can bear it by working in a small shop.

What she can afford is that Xiaolin is currently studying in this kind of private school, which is about 3,000 yuan a semester, and this kind of school has another saying in Shencheng: a school for the children of migrant workers.

This is not to say that the schools for the children of migrant workers are not good, and the teachers are not responsible at all, but in many cases, it is not a word of responsibility that can bridge the huge gap between different schools.

It's a little more brutal, though not absolute.

But children who graduate from aristocratic schools are more likely to be admitted to better universities, and are more likely to become the elite of society after graduation.

The latter are more likely to have taken over the work of their parents' generation.

"Ah Xiao, why don't we change Xiaolin to a better school? As for the tuition fees, even if it's my uncle's bag. ”

Song Yong cautiously suggested, trying not to arouse the pride that Ah Xiao insisted on in his heart.

Song Yong's voice fell, and the stick also echoed: "Yes, yes, I can also bear a part, you don't have to worry about money." ”

It's just that Ah Xiao wiped his eyes that were still red, and said with a wry smile:

In fact, as long as Xiao Lin fights for energy, even the worst school can be read; besides, you can manage him for a few years, and you can manage him for a lifetime, and the road of life still has to rely on yourself. ”

Such a sentence blocked everything that Song Yong and the stick wanted to say in the future.

He knew that what Ah Xiao said was very reasonable, but why was he so panicked in his heart?

Just when he couldn't say that he was depressed in his heart, the mobile phone on his body suddenly remembered, and Song Yong looked at the number, and it was actually a local unfamiliar number.