After a long hike of more than four hours, the sun was already setting, and the sunset hanging on the horizon like salted duck eggs was surrounded by a variety of fiery clouds. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoHouses, trees have struggled out of the sun's almost scorching heat, they stretch their shadows, and everywhere there is pleasant shade.

Sorghum was exhausted, and he felt that the beads of sweat on his forehead were hot, and his eyebrows and hair were soaked in sweat.

When you enter the village, you can see sparse houses, most of the houses can see the traces of silt soaking, the traces are like a unified drawing of the footline neatly, and some houses are buried deep in the silt, very pitifully exposed half of the head, there are sparse tents and sparse crowds around them, they have been eating dinner with bowls, and when they saw Du Xiaoming's group of people coming up, there were children who quickly hid like mice seeing cats, and some children greeted "Hello teacher" very warmly, Adults quickly bounced off the stones, greeted them respectfully, and went to the house to have a bite to eat or sit down for a while.

Du Xiaoming smiled very brightly, and introduced to Gao Fushun while greeting him cordially: "The local people here are very strong, and when it comes to eating, people like to hold a bowl, gather in one place, sit on the stone, and chat while eating. ”

"The people here have a lot of respect for the teachers, and when they see you coming up, they are closer than relatives." Gao Fu passed by.

"Most of the people in the mountainous areas are honest and thick, the folk customs are simple, and the most important thing is that after experiencing a disaster, people know more about the world." Du Xiaoming said happily, then pointed to a house in front of him and said, "The front is the school." ”

As soon as I arrived at the school, Sorghum was like a world away, and my heart fell like a galaxy for nine days.

The school is very small, the courtyard of two acres is close to the mountains and rivers, there is no red flag, there is no courtyard wall, only a two-storey building stands naked and lonely, there is a big ancient tree behind the teaching building, the big tree is mottled, the branches are full of egg-sized pits, and the ancient trees are surrounded by small trees of different shapes, or dignified and virtuous, or gentle and elegant, or debauchery. Looking up at the sky, it was an irregular sky cut by a mountain ridge, and the sky was no longer vast and boundless, as if it was supported by several sword-like mountain peaks, and when you saw the sky, you could see the highest mountain.

Wang Junyi said sadly: "This place used to be very beautiful, I have lived here for half my life, God cried, the courtyard wall was scraped, the room was gone, hey, God is still amazing." ”

Sorghum's heart is like a roller coaster, he can't imagine what this school will look like if it is not scraped, the current school is really different from the imaginary school: he has imagined countless times that the soft and comfortable plastic runway, the verdant cedars, the green bamboo forest, the tall and straight metasequoia, the winding garden, the winding corridor, the heart-warming cinnamon, and the teacher's apartment where he lives, independent bathroom, white floor, and complete household appliances, Then he and Pang Xiaoya were together, and I lived a happy life. And the reality is too skinny, there is only one teaching building in the school standing there alone, the potholes of the campus are uneven, the principal's office smells of silt, and there is a clear water mark of more than one meter above, the office is very simple, a set of antique boss chairs, mottled, the school toilet is outside, there are many debris piled up around, and there are many vomiting "creatures" inside, buzzing flies on top, and maggots wriggling below.

What's even more devastating is that the mobile phone has no signal at all here, he tried to dial countless times, and was more and more disappointed each time, he only saw the last WeChat message that Pang Xiaoya sent her in the morning, "Liangzi, shall I go to you?" I can't see your face, I can't hear your voice, don't you miss me anymore? He also saw many emojis sent to him by Pang Xiaoya, from the beginning of the laughter to the last vast cry. He knew that he hadn't sent a message back to Pang Xiaoya since yesterday, and he had been with his father for two days, he didn't feel very convenient, he wanted to wait for everything to settle, find a no-one environment to concentrate on talking to Pang Xiaoya on the mobile phone, chatting with lovers needs to be quiet, and only in solitude can he feel the wonderful feeling of his lover.

Wang Junyi seemed to see through his mind and told him: "There is no electricity here, where is the signal?" ”

"When's the call?" Sorghum asked anxiously.

"There has been no electricity since the day the water was wiped, you don't see that many power poles on the road have been scraped, and they are being repaired underneath, and if you want to call, I estimate it will take a month."

"One month, is that still a modern society?" A month makes the heart of sorghum feel like it has cooled in the refrigerator.

"The road is gone, modernization has a fart use, the key is that everything has become weak after the disaster, and the road repaired last week was blown by a non-fishy rain, as long as it doesn't rain, the electricity will definitely come quickly."

Sorghum nodded thoughtfully.

Several teachers unloaded the things on the donkey, and Huang Chaoyang put the sorghum things on the boss's chair in the principal's office and asked Du Xiaoming, "How to arrange Teacher Gao's room?" ”

Du Xiaoming looked at Gao Fushun, looked very embarrassed, hesitated for a while and said: "Brother Gao, I have to be wronged today, I went to Teacher Liu's house at night to be wronged, and the school arranged for the affected people to live during the summer vacation, and the house has not been picked up yet." ”

"It's okay, it's a disaster, the people are tight, and our summer vacation working group is also making do with it, sometimes four people live in one room, get used to it." Gao Fushun said indifferently.

Du Xiaoming led Gao Fushun and Sorghum around the campus, and several teachers divided the books and the stones to perform their duties.