"According to our investigation, Red Candle is not her real name, and no one who knows her knows her real name, where she is from, and what relatives she is, do you know?" The officer asked.

"She lives here, but she rarely contacts us, so we don't know much about her, you wait a minute, I'll call the landlord, he probably knows."

After a while, Hua Zhongtian called the landlord and simply told him about the situation, but he didn't know anything, and under the mention of the wind shadow, the landlord opened the door of the room rented by Red Candle, and the three of them walked in with the police.

The room was exquisite, without too many furnishings, simple and generous. There were a few books on the desk, and when the police took them, they were actually elementary school textbooks, and there was a textbook next to them. These things make people wonder, could it be that Red Candle is an elementary school teacher? Red candles? Teacher? Everyone's expressions began to be solemn.

The police carefully opened the unlocked drawer, and there was only one diary inside, which contained about twenty or thirty remittance receipts, and the contents of this diary made everyone cry.

On the title page of the diary, it is written: "A prostitution can help a child who is out of school; When you are a second mother, you can save a hope primary school......"

When everyone slowly opened the diary, a poignant story was painfully revealed:

Red Candle was born in a rural county in Gansu Province, in that poor place, the other girls in the village, no matter how beautiful or ugly, have long gone to the southern coastal cities to work to earn money. And Red Candle didn't do it after graduating from high school, many people don't understand, after all, her appearance is one of the best in the village. For this reason, her father often scolded his daughter for being unproductive.

When she heard that there was a shortage of teachers in a local private primary school, she took the initiative to ask the school for free substitute teaching. Because her grades in middle school were very good, she passed the school's cultural assessment and became a real private teacher.

When Red Candle first walked into the classroom, the children were in an uproar, they had never seen such a beautiful female teacher. Since then, the classroom has always been filled with the laughter of children. It is said that it is a classroom, but in fact, it is a thatched shed that shelters from the wind and rain, a wall made of tree poles, a desk built of stone slabs, a podium made of bricks, and the most valuable thing is the blackboard that has been polished and painted with black paint after being built with green bricks, and the chalk is not enough, and it is often replaced by lime and mud. It is under such conditions that Red Candle has taught children thousands of Chinese characters and taught them a lot of principles of life.

One night when a strong wind blew, the thatched roof of the school was overturned, and the blackboard was blown over. The next day the children went to school at a loss. The principal went to the county director of education to ask for money, but in vain. The old principal came back in the evening and said to the red candle, the director said that he would give it only if you went. Red Candle, who had never been far away and had never seen the world, was afraid of messing things up, so he timidly walked more than ten kilometers to the county. The director's office was luxuriously decorated, with many pennants hanging on the walls, a desk that was black and red, and a small national flag standing on it, and a chair made of leather, as bright as shoe polish, brighter than his head. When the director saw the red candle, Se Mimi talked a lot of inconsequential words. It wasn't until it was dark that the principal pointed to another door and said to her, "Come with me and get the money." When Red Candle walked in, she saw only one bed, and that was the one where she had lost her first time, the first time the Director had taken from her, to be exact.

The bed sheet was left with the blood of a virgin, redder than the flag that hung on the wall of the director's office.

Red Candle didn't cry, because, what appeared in front of her was the pitiful eyes of the children looking at her pitifully without a classroom!

She walked home overnight without telling anyone about her humiliation.

The next day, the villagers spontaneously came to the school and bought some materials to rebuild the rudimentary classrooms. But on windy and rainy days, I still can't go to class. Red Candle told the children several times that someone from the county would soon come to buy them bricks to build a solid classroom, and in the past six months, the principal went to the county seat to find the director of the bureau more than a dozen times, but did not get a penny. Only he knew what the Director had done to Red Candle, but there was nothing he could do. At the beginning of the new semester, few people can afford to pay the tuition, and there are fewer and fewer children who can insist on coming to school, and they all follow their parents to herd sheep. Red Candle felt pain in her heart, for these out-of-school children.

When Red Candle knew that the children's hopes had come to naught, she stripped naked and secretly vowed in the mirror that she would use her body to fulfill the children's dreams of going to school. In her hometown, she knew that the sisters who came back for the New Year were all out in the leather and meat business. She understands that it is a shortcut to make money. She took a shower, said goodbye to the principal, goodbye to her father, goodbye to the thatched hut full of holes, and walked into the bustling metropolis with two braids. As he was leaving, his father laughed and the principal cried......

The colours of the bustling city didn't bring a hint of excitement to Red Candle, but she always had in her eyes the low thatched classroom and the eager eyes of the children. She walked into a hair salon and lay on a filthy bed, enduring the second ravages of her life. On that day, she wrote in her diary: The director is not even as good as a prostitute.

Red Candle was the most frugal of the sisters. She never wears makeup, she never wears those sexy clothes, she always likes to wear braids, but her business is always the best, she steals other people's jobs invisibly, and she is often beaten by others for this. After her nose and face were swollen, she would walk to another hair salon, and it seemed that only in the pink light could she see hope. Looking at the evil faces of the prostitutes, she seemed to see the innocent smiles of the children, but she never shed tears because of this, because she is a teacher.

She sent all her income to the principal, minus living expenses. According to the meaning of the red candle, the principal used all the money she sent back to improve the teaching conditions of the primary school. When asked where the money came from, the principal said it was a donation from the community.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, and one day the news finally came from the post office that the money was sent by Mr. Red Candle. After learning of the news, the local media tried to interview Red Candle, but she politely declined, because she was a.

I had money, the school changed, and in the first month, I bought a blackboard and repaired the roof. In the second month, there were wooden desks and benches. By the third month, all the children had textbooks. By the fourth month, all the children had red scarves. By the fifth month, there were no more children going to class barefoot.

In the sixth month, the red candle returned. When the children saw her, they rushed to call her "teacher...... The teacher is back...... The teacher is so beautiful......". Seeing the excited smiling faces of the children, Red Candle cried, how many grievances and tears in the past six months are so valuable in her eyes.

After staying at home for a few days, Red Candle set out on the road north again.

In the seventh month, there was a playground. In the eighth month, there was basketball. In the ninth month, there was a new pencil. In the tenth month, the school had its own national flag, and the children were able to see the flag rising on the playground every day. In the eleventh month, a real estate developer insisted on not using a condom, and as a result, Red Candle became unexpectedly pregnant, and after the fetus, she became the second wife of the real estate developer. But the real estate agent who supported her for half a year abandoned her because of the sharp drop in housing prices and didn't pay a penny.

Red Candle finally got tired, she wanted to go home, she wanted to go back to the children, but her biggest dream was to build a brick classroom for the children and buy two computers for the children, because this dream had not yet been realized, so she could only go back and beg the real estate agent. The real estate agent said that he had no money, but he could introduce her to a big business, a foreigner, who was willing to pay 3,000 dollars for her for one night. Thinking of the gust of wind a few years ago, Red Candle dragged her tired body and climbed onto the foreigner's bed. She swore that night she would return to her long-lost hometown, to her long-lost class. However, this time it is forever......

(When I wrote this chapter, my heart was very heavy, because the stories of "going to school behind my mother" and "prostitution to save school" are true, when I read these two news, I couldn't help but shed men's tears, in my heart, these two stories are sacrosanct, apply it to this book, I feel guilty, I hope that she in the spirit of heaven and he on the water side can forgive, go all the way!) ）