The child hid behind the window, revealing only a thin pointed face and big eyes, looking at Song Yue curiously.

The windows were filled with iron bars, and the two claws on the bars were black and as thin as chicken paws.

Perhaps because he was too thin, his eyes were extraordinarily large, and there was a deep sense of longing in them.

What made Song Yue care was that when she sent things before, she hadn't seen this child.

Because at that time, she also took photos of each child and asked them to write down their wishes by hand, so Song Yue remembered it very clearly.

She thought it was strange that this child should have reached the age of going to school, but he didn't go to get anything, what was going on?

She asked Zhao Dazhi: "That child, do you have any impression?" ”

Zhao Dazhi is holding an umbrella for Song Yue, this umbrella was prepared before coming, a large black umbrella, and the quality is good.

Even if you support two people, you don't have to worry about getting wet.

Hearing Song Yue's words, Zhao Dazhi recalled and shook his head: "I haven't seen it, he shouldn't have gone to get something." ”

Song Yue was puzzled: "Why?" He should be old enough to go to school. ”

Zhao Dazhi sighed: "It is estimated that it was because of the difficulties at home, so I didn't let him go to school." ”

This is not uncommon, especially in these impoverished mountain villages, where villagers do not pay much attention to their children's education.

If the family conditions are a little better, they will be sent to school to study for a few years, and they will be able to read and write, do simple arithmetic, and then they will no longer read.

If the conditions are poor, they simply do not let their children study.

Especially the girls in the family.

Zhao Dazhi glanced at the child again, and saw that he was thin and thin, but he looked very good-looking, so he guessed: "It is estimated that it is a little girl, and the family does not want her to study." ”

"Patriarchal?" Song Yue frowned dissatisfiedly, glanced at the child again, and suddenly said, "No, he's a boy." ”

"Boys? No way? Zhao Dazhi didn't believe it, the family seemed to have good economic conditions, and it was by no means the poorest in the village who didn't want the boys in the family to go to school.

He said, "Maybe it's because the girl has shaved her hair short so she looks like a boy." If you look at his appearance, he should be a girl. ”

"No way, he's a boy, I can't be mistaken." Song Yue's face was solemn, "Let's go, let's go over and have a look." ”

Zhao Dazhi was still a little hesitant, but suddenly heard a woman's sharp scolding voice from the house.

Then he saw a fat woman go behind the window and grab the child's ear.

The child was obviously scratched and hurt, and suddenly burst into tears.

This time, the woman scolded even harder.

The scolding is a dialect, and Zhao Dazhi doesn't understand it very well, but it's not a good word after all.

Song Yue's face was even more ugly, although she didn't understand it very well, she even guessed that the other party was scolding a certain organ in a man and a woman.

That kid looks like he's only a few years old, how can he be scolded like this?

Song Yue quickened his pace.

Zhao Dazhi was afraid that she would get caught in the rain, and he was even more worried that she would suffer, so he hurriedly followed.

It's just a few steps away.

As soon as Song Yue walked to the door, a child rushed out crying, and her thin arms hugged her legs: "Sister help me!" ”

The fat woman chased out with a broom, and when she saw Song Yue and Zhao Dazhi, she was obviously stunned: "Who are you?" ”

After saying that, he called the child fiercely: "Dog, get back for me!" ”