After a while, Liu Weihong calmed down and walked over slowly.

The only indication that this is a school is a flat area in front of the earthen house, which is about a playground for children.

Approaching the tufang, a hoarse female voice with a slightly nasal voice came into Liu Weihong's ears, speaking Mandarin with a strong accent, strictly speaking, it should be a slightly Mandarin Shashan country accent. If Liu Weihong hadn't worked here for three or four years, he wouldn't have understood that it was actually a teacher teaching Chinese to students, and he was actually teaching the poem "Fishing alone in the cold river".

When I got closer, I could see the inside of the house. A female teacher with shoulder-length short hair is teaching two dozen children of all sizes. Seeing Liu Weihong and others approaching, the children all turned their heads, and the female teacher had her back to the door, but when she saw that the children were in a different situation, she stopped teaching and turned to look at the door.

This female teacher is also in her twenties, with a round face and a small height, about a little over 1.50 meters. The face is quite weathered. Suddenly, I saw several well-dressed strange men appear, and they looked as stunned as the children.

The mountain people who led the way said loudly: "Teacher Luo, they are cadres from the county, and they are here to find you. ”

It seems that this female teacher is the only substitute teacher in Shashan Primary School. Liu Weihong couldn't help but be a little strange, Wang Huiwen said very clearly, Teacher Luo from Shashan Village was his classmate, he thought he would see a half-old man with a weathered face, but he didn't expect it to be such a young girl.

Teacher Luo obviously didn't expect Liu Weihong and others to come to her, so she was stunned for a moment before saying to the students, "You study on your own." Then he walked out, stood two meters in front of Liu Weihong a little guardedly, and asked, "May I ask who are you ......?"

"My name is Liu Weihong, and I am a cadre in the city. Hello, Mr. Luo. ”

Liu Wei briefly introduced himself and stretched out his hand to her.

Teacher Luo hesitated and shook Liu Weihong's hand, and quickly retracted it. Liu Weihong couldn't help but be a little strange. Where does this look like a teacher? It's no different from those shy and shy mountain village girls.

Liu Weihong paused for a moment before he began to explain his intentions: "Is this Teacher Luo, do you know Teacher Wang Huiwen?" ”

Hearing Liu Weihong mention Wang Huiwen, Mr. Luo's eyes suddenly lit up, nodded again and again, and said, "Yes, Mr. Wang is my father's classmate and my middle school teacher, are you Mr. Wang's friend?" ”

Liu Weihong was suddenly stunned. Dare to love this is the daughter of Teacher Luo as Wang Huiwen said, teaching here on behalf of her father.

"Teacher Luo, we are cadres in the city Yesterday, Teacher Wang Huiwen reported to me the situation of Shashan Village Primary School, saying that the conditions are very difficult, so I came to see if I could help."

Liu Weihong said very kindly.

As soon as he heard about the help, Mr. Luo's attitude immediately changed significantly, his vigilant expression disappeared completely, and he immediately said, "Oh, it's windy outside, please sit in the room." ”

"Okay."

Liu Weihong responded casually, looked around, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, not knowing which room she was going to sit in by herself. It looks like it's just two adobe houses.

Teacher Luo led them into another earthen house. The mud house looked much smaller than the one that served as a classroom, with a bed and a tattered desk with old homework books piled on top of the table. In the other corner is a stove. It seems that this is Mr. Luo's office and dormitory.

Liu Weihong had to admit that he was not a sentimental person, and when he saw this situation, his heart suddenly became quite uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, the house is too small...... Please be seated, a few leaders, please be seated! ”

Teacher Luo greeted Liu Weihong and the others one after another, and seeing that Liu Weihong seemed to be a "leader", he politely asked him to sit on the only wooden bench in the room, and the others could only sit on the bed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't even have hot water when the guests come."

Teacher Luo was busy boiling some boiling water for everyone.

"Don't be busy, we're not thirsty."

Liu Weihong hurriedly stopped her from looking around, and found that although the house was dilapidated, the room was very clean and tidy, and everything was placed in an orderly manner. It seems that it is the nature of girls to love neatness, and even if the conditions are so difficult, they can't hide this love of cleanliness nature.

This dilapidated but clean house gave Liu Weihong a very good impression.

"Teacher Luo, you are really amazing to be able to teach businessmen in such a good environment."

Liu Weihong praised from the bottom of his heart.

I didn't want this praise to make the female teacher's eyes immediately red.

"What's wrong?"

Liu Weihong was a little flustered. To be honest, Liu Weihong rarely panicked in front of girls. But this ordinary and powerless substitute teacher in a mountain village made Mayor Liu feel flustered, worried that he had said something wrong.

"Uh...... It's okay, I remembered my dad's life......"

Teacher Luo turned around and wiped his eyes.

Liu Weihong immediately had a premonition that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "I remembered your father 9"

This kind of sentence structure is a bit bad no matter how you listen to it.

"Hmm...... My dad, he passed away last month......"

Teacher Luo lowered his head and whispered, tears uncontrollably sliding down.

Liu Weihong and Luo Zhiping glanced at each other, both a little surprised.

"What disease?"

To Banghong asked.

"Liver cancer!"

Teacher Luo replied in a low voice.

Liu Weihong took a breath, liver disease is a disease of wealth, not only to be treated, but more importantly, to be raised. Think about it, such a substitute teacher in a poor mountain village is essentially a farmer, what are the conditions for recuperation?

For a moment, there was a brief silence in the house.

"Teacher Luo, I'm sorry!"

After a while, Liu Weihong said softly, feeling a little blocked.

Teacher Luo shook his head slightly.

"Can you tell us more about that?"

Teacher Luo nodded. The truth of the facts is also very simple, more than a month ago, the real teacher Luo died of liver cancer, his eighteen-year-old daughter Luo Rongrong was in high school, seeing her father die, the mountain village primary school that she had worked hard for all her life was facing dissolution, so she resolutely gave up her studies, took over her father's burden, and became this substitute teacher.

Shashan Village is so isolated that Wang Huiwen has not yet known about this matter. The school he teaches is far away from Shashan Village.

After listening to Luo Rongrong's narration, there was silence in the house again. Everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts. Especially Liu Weihong. This was supposed to be what the government should do, but a father and daughter from a mountain village were asked to shoulder this burden, struggling to maintain all the hopes and future of a primary school in a mountain village.

"And what are you going to do in the future?"

Luo Rongrong smiled indifferently: "What else can I do?" I can't just watch my students run out of books.

The perseverance revealed in this bland tone immediately made Liu Weihong look at her with a tongue.

"Have you ever thought about continuing your studies? Going to university? ”

"Thought. Not practical. As soon as I left, no one would come back, and the children would be out of school. Besides, I can't afford to go to college. ”

Luo Rongrong smiled faintly again. After a conversation, she eliminated some of the strangeness, and her demeanor was calm and natural, adding a detached temperament to her who was not outstanding in appearance.

Liu Weihong asked again: "What can you do after you teach them the primary school curriculum?" How many chances do they have of going to middle school, high school? How many chances do you have to get out of this mountain? ”

"I know that there are very few opportunities like this. But at least I tried my best. ”

"Well said!" Liu Weihong couldn't help but applaud softly: "As long as everyone can do their best, things will always take a turn for the better." ”

At this moment, Liu Weihong has more than pity for this ordinary rural substitute teacher, but simply appreciates it.

The three words "amazing", Luo Rongrong is enough to deserve it!

At some point, the outside of the earthen house was already full of children, large and small, looking inside curiously.

These children, the eldest is fourteen or fifteen years old, the youngest is only six or seven years old, there are more boys and fewer girls, wearing shabby and thin clothes and huddled outside the door, their little faces are red from the mountain wind, but they still have a kind and simple smile.

Liu Weihong stood up and said, "Teacher Luo, are you willing to do me a favor?" ”

"What's the busy?"

Luo Rongrong, who was sitting on the bed, also stood up and asked.

"Well, our car won't come in. There are some things in the car, and it is inconvenient for one person to take them, can you please bring a few students to pick them up with us? ”

"Okay."

Luo Rongrong immediately called the four or five older students to come out.

Liu Weihong smiled: "If you can, let's go together, okay?" ”

Luo Rongrong glanced at him, smiled and nodded.

The children immediately cheered and hugged everyone and walked out of the village. Jumping and chattering along the way, it was so lively. When they reached a place about two or three meters away from Santana, the children involuntarily stood still, not daring to approach, staring curiously at the black thief's bright car.

Yang Yajie hurriedly opened Santana's trunk and brought out a large pile of stationery such as homework books, pencils, and school bags, as well as basketballs, table tennis, various storybooks, and some candy and biscuits.

The children looked at these coveted good things in a daze, their eyes shining with joy, but they still did not dare to approach. The children in the mountains know the rules, but the owner doesn't say it explicitly, and they won't move other people's things at will.

"Come on, let's move together."

Liu Weihong greeted with a smile.

Once again, the children cheered and rushed to the school, carrying and carrying their things to school. They are very self-conscious, and no one touches the food that is tempting to them. But it can be seen that their happiness is also from the heart.

Looking at the children's bouncing backs, Liu Weihong felt that these dozens of kilometers of mountain roads were not in vain. Almost never in his memory had he ever exchanged something so cheap for such sincere pleasure.

Luo Rongrong asked the children to line up and receive stationery and food one by one, and Liu Weihong lit a cigarette and watched from the side, full of joy.

Give people roses, and there is a lingering fragrance in your hands.

There is a lot of truth to that.

PS: The fourth update, congratulations to the crotch league! There is more in the early morning!

Courtesy of Daybreak Update Group Prairie Desire.

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