Sure enough, after walking for about half an hour, they saw a seemingly inhabited area.

Not far away, on a slightly lower ground, there is a patch of black tiles, which are gathered in a compact group. There was a child standing at the end of the mountain road, and when he saw a few of them, he quickly jumped up and shouted in a dialect that they didn't understand but could understand: "It's coming, it's coming."

Ning Yi looked at the child from a distance, and couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, but he could barely see that he was wearing very old clothes, and he didn't know whether the coat was cotton or what material, and it was messy on his body. The pants are like knotted cotton balls, stacked round by round and long Michelin tires.

She was a little suffocated in an instant, and the tiredness of Fang Cai disappeared, and a middle-aged man who was dressed normally behind the child greeted her.

This person's name is Li Chunliang. He is the principal of a local elementary school.

Li Chunliang briefly introduced himself in plastic Mandarin, and then took them to the village primary school.

Several people were speechless all the way. The little child followed them and did not speak, and Ning Yi saw that his face was dirty and his hair was messy, and he still could not distinguish between man and woman.

The road was long, and everyone was shocked by what they saw in front of them and didn't know what to say. However, Li Chunliang was enthusiastic, knew what they were thinking, and broke the deadlock with a smile: "Isn't this place too terrifying?" You haven't seen the school yet, you haven't seen the real living conditions here, so you have to prepare mentally in advance. ”

Ning Yi said: "We have made mental preparations, but we are just a little uncomfortable. Who is this child? She looked at the child next to her.

Li Chunliang stretched out his big hand and touched the child's head: "This baby's name is Tian Minfang, her father is crazy, he hacked her mother to death the year before last, and now there is an old grandmother at home." I'll take her with me when I'm fine. ”

Ning Yi couldn't believe it: "...... What the? ”

Li Chunliang didn't care whether it was in front of the child or not, so he said openly: "Her father is a psychopath. I don't know how I got my wife and gave birth to such a nerd in the first place. ”

As if her heart was blocked by a big stone, Ning Yi looked at the child playing with her dirty hands as if no one was around, and she didn't listen to Li Chunliang's words, as if the world had nothing to do with her.

Her hands were dirty, and she didn't know what she had touched, but now she was holding a weed-like thing and stuffing it into her mouth. Jin Wenlang hurriedly ran over and grabbed it, and said patiently: "Little friend, you can't put anything that has been touched by dirty hands into your mouth."

But Tian Minfang blinked at him, as if he didn't understand, and pulled out his hand and put it in his mouth again.

Ning Yi's heart was suffocated again. Tian Minfang is already six or seven years old, but she doesn't have the mind of a six or seven year old at all.

The lack of educational resources makes such an old child stay in the connection that should not be stayed. She didn't dare to imagine that if no one came, if it continued like this, if the whole village and town were in this situation.

What should they do?

It's dreary.

Li Chunliang took them to an elementary school. Fortunately, it's not as bad as Ning Yi imagined. But it's only a little better than expected.

The school is not big, but the facilities are quite complete. Although the wall skin is peeling off, there is a blackboard. The school is a one-story cement room, on which are hung several handmade red signs, which are written "sincerity", "reality", "kindness" and "thinking".

But looking inside, Ning Yi felt that he had made a mistake in his estimation. Inside was a shed made of broken oil, with two large stoves and pots underneath. A few small stools, broken tables, and a pile of unneatly arranged iron basins and iron bowls.

Xiao Xuan stood next to the table and picked up the big iron basin, which was already rusty.

Li Chunliang said: "This is where the children eat, and some children are too far away from home and don't go back to eat at noon." The one in your hand is the bowl for the vegetables. ”

Ning Yi looked at these rusty pots and pans, and wanted to retch for a while.