Song Yue stood at the door of the classroom, unable to believe his eyes.

There are rows of desks and stools in the classroom, all made of wood, which are very dilapidated.

The table is more than a meter long, and the stool is an ordinary stool.

On the roof, the wires are directly exposed, and there are lone light bulbs hanging from them.

In order to save electricity, or money, there was only one light bulb in a classroom, and it was turned on at this time, but the classroom still looked dim.

There is also a musty smell that can't be dissipated.

The ground was directly dirt, there were not even bricks, and Song Yue even saw weeds growing in some corners.

Such a terrible classroom is something she could never have imagined.

Originally, she came to deliver things and do charity, but she was still mostly utilitarian, but at this time, looking at the dilapidated classroom and those children in tattered clothes, Song Yue really had a little bit of a desire to help others.

She really didn't want to stay in such a place for long, so she took out her camera and "clicked" and kept taking pictures.

Dilapidated tables and stools, weeds in the corners, exposed wires on the beams, lonely light bulbs.

and dimly lit classrooms.

After that, he took photos of each child, recorded a video of distributing books and stationery, asked the children to take a few group photos with banners, and asked the children to write down their wishes, and Song Yue planned to leave.

She plans to set up a charity fund, and when the time comes, she will have to make an official website.

These photos, wishes, and videos will be posted on the official website when the time comes.

It took almost two hours to do this.

At noon, smoke curls up from the village, and the smell of food wafts through the air.

The villagers warmly invited them to stay for lunch, but Song Yue didn't agree, she really couldn't get used to the food here.

After leaving the village and returning to the car, Song Yue sighed: "I really didn't expect that this place would be so poor." ”

Zhao Dazhi smiled: "Actually, this is not the poorest, and the place we are going to in the future will be even poorer." ”

Song Yue was stunned for a moment, looked back at the direction of the mountain village, and didn't say anything, just sighed.

Those people are really poor.

However, there is no way to do it, there are no money-making projects in the mountains, so young people will go out to work in order to make money, leaving behind the elderly and left-behind children in a village.

But not all the young people are willing to go out, and some still stay in the village to eat and die.

"Let's find a place to eat."

After driving for about half an hour, they found a restaurant that looked okay for lunch.

Song Yue tasted a little and felt that the taste was too ordinary, so she didn't eat much.

Seeing that Zhao Dazhi and the others didn't dislike it, she ordered a few more meat dishes to let them eat well.

In the afternoon, they went to the two poor mountain villages marked on the map, delivered things, and also took videos and photos, so that the children could write down their wishes.

It's just that after doing this, it was getting late and it was raining heavily.

For safety, Zhao Dazhi proposed to rest in the village.

The village chief was very enthusiastic and made room for them to come out.

Song Yue slept in the inner room, and Zhao Dazhi and the others slept in the outer room, so they could take care of it.

There was no way to leave, so Song Yue held an umbrella and took a camera to take a little rain scene.

The mountain village is poor and dilapidated, and when it rains, it looks particularly miserable.

Many houses are still leaking.

Song Yue took a lot of photos and was holding a camera to frame it, when she suddenly saw a very thin child.