In a café not far from Zephyr Elementary School, a woman with her hair tied up high and dressed in an old-fashioned dress stares thoughtfully out the window, a cup of cappuccino in front of her that doesn't seem to have moved, and the delicate latte art pattern is almost melting in the heat of the coffee.

The children, who had just finished school, passed by the window in twos and threes with their school bags on their backs, and giggled on the street with carefree smiles on their faces. The hearty laughter provoked the people who passed by to feel better, and the evening sun sprinkled on the children's bodies, warm and cozy.

They are all children, but unfortunately some children can no longer run and laugh in this sunshine, nor can they realize their wishes when they grow up, and even the troubles of growing up cannot be experienced, and they will be frozen in that moment forever.

She took out an old notebook from her bag and flipped it up, but the coffee on the table never touched.

Jiang Qiao saw Director Huang sitting in the corner of the café at a glance, she greeted Mao Daxin, the two walked over quickly, and as soon as they sat down, she found that Director Huang's eyes were red, as if he had just cried.

"I'm sorry, we rushed from Yuanmiao, it wasn't far away, but at this time, the children were out of school, and the road was very congested. But I just found out that from the Yuan Temple, you can see our Xifeng Primary School. ”

This incident was discovered by Mao Daxin when he was chasing chickens in the yard today, and the teaching building of Xifeng Primary School could be seen from the small courtyard of Wu Dabao's house. Originally, when I was driving, I thought it was quite far, but I didn't expect that the straight-line distance between the two was not far.

"Yuan Temple... Director Huang subconsciously repeated these two words, and she didn't even notice it herself.

But Jiang Qiao took her reaction into account, and suddenly a bold guess popped up in her mind. "Director Huang, Wu Dabao, you know, his grandmother said that you send her money every month."

Hearing this, Mao Daxin and Director Huang's eyes widened at the same time, different from Mao Daxin's ignorant surprise, the surprise in Director Huang's eyes was more strange: how did Jiang Qiao know about this matter so quickly.

"You... You got it? Director Huang hesitated and readily admitted.

"It's very simple, although I don't know how you told your mother-in-law to make your mother-in-law mistakenly think that you are from the government, but my mother-in-law is very grateful for your care for so many years. She keeps the envelope that you send money in very carefully, and I found this inside. Thinking about the phone number you gave me, it's not difficult to guess that it's you. ”

Mao Daxin suddenly realized on the side: "Ah... That's right... How I didn't think of that. ”

Jiang Qiao took out the envelope from his pocket and put it on the table, and the front of the envelope was printed with the words Jiangcheng Xifeng Primary School. Director Huang smiled, his usually serious face rarely showed a trace of tenderness, gently took the envelope and looked at it, and said after a while: "I was too busy that time, and I didn't know when the envelope ran out, so I took the school envelope and paid for it, I think my mother-in-law can't read or read clearly anyway." Hehe, my mother-in-law always thought I was a government official, and every time I went, I had to take out the best things in the house to entertain me, hehe, where am I worthy, I don't deserve to see her at all. ”

"So you then shoved the money through the crack in the door and left." Jiang Qiao nodded. It seems that the information I got from my mother-in-law was really not accurate.

"Grandpa Wu, is he in good health? He always coughs when I go to see him. Director Huang lowered her eyes, the thumb of one hand picked at the nail of the other hand, it seemed that she often subconsciously did this action, and the skin near one fingernail was picked and scabbed with blood.

Jiang Qiao realized that the past incident at Shengxi Elementary School may have become a nightmare in Director Huang's heart, and she can understand that Director Huang concealed his relationship with Shengxi Elementary School at the beginning, and that things back then may not be as simple as they see it now.

Jiang Qiao held Director Huang's hand, as if to give her strength, and said softly: "It's okay, how can you not be worthy, if your mother-in-law and grandfather didn't take care of you, they might not be able to live now, and I believe that the fault of what happened back then is not yours." ”

"Why isn't it in me, if it weren't for me, Dabao wouldn't have gone to Shengxi Elementary School, he... Director Huang was a little emotional, his voice was a little choked, and he couldn't say a word.

Mao Daxin was also a little unbearable, but comforting people was not his forte, so he stood up and asked for a cup of hot lemonade and brought it to Director Huang.

Director Huang took the water gratefully, Jiang Qiao watched her drink a few sips of water to calm down a little, and continued to ask: "What was the matter back then, tell us, how did the school suddenly disappear, the most important thing is the child?" ”

Director Huang closed his eyes and slowly said what had happened to him:

"At that time, I was a college student who had just graduated, and after graduating from the normal school, I was assigned to Shengxi Primary School as a teacher, and Shengxi Primary School had just been built at that time. I know that this primary school was set up with special funds from the government, saying that it is to take care of the children of migrant workers who do not have a hukou in Jiangcheng City, so the check on the hukou is very loose, especially for children who have a lot of children in the family, or children whose economic conditions are particularly poor, and there are additional subsidies.

It was also at that time that I happened to meet Wu Dabao's grandmother looking for a place for her grandson to go to school, and you know that their family is both poor and out-of-town, and Dabao has been past school age for two years and has not found a school to accept him. But their family is not within the boundaries of our school, and I can't be the master, and I can't bear to see that my child is not in school, so I went to ask the principal, and the principal agreed. I thought I had done a good deed, but I didn't expect to hurt him again.

It is said that the children of the poor are in charge early, and the children in the class are indeed very obedient and sensible, especially Wu Dabao, who is diligent and well-behaved, he seems to know that he is taking special care of him, so he takes special care of other classmates younger than him, and also becomes the class president, and his grades are often the first. I am really proud to be a teacher to such a group of children, and I really treat them wholeheartedly.

Gradually, however, I noticed something strange about it.

First of all, the school is said to have been built with a lot of money from the government, but it is only an empty shell, the school has no playground, only a three-story teaching building, the highest floor of accommodation, and the lower two floors of classes. But there are only two classrooms on each floor, and there are only four on the two floors, and there are no blackboards or even windows in the classrooms, and the desks and chairs are very shabby, as if they have been eliminated from other schools. ”

Jiang Qiao's eyebrows jumped, a classroom with no windows and no blackboard? That's right! It's the same as in the dream!

Director Huang didn't know Jiang Qiao's thoughts, and continued: "The facilities and equipment are extremely simple, even if it is not, there are only two teachers in the school, and the first year is fine, the school accepts two classes, and I and another teacher can take any class, and we can withstand it." But after two more classes in the second year, it was not enough. It was useless for me to react to the principal, so I had to attend half a class each.

Even if it is, in the third year, the school will not admit students, that is, that year, the school and the children have an accident. ”

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