Jiangdong Province, Ganzhou region.

Gangdong Province is a very magical province, and it usually has a low presence in the country, but once you talk about the characteristics of this province, everyone will suddenly understand.

For example, everything can go around Jiangdong.

Oh, I understand, where is this, of course, there is no contempt, I just want to ridicule the old watch.

There is also a famous place in Gangdong Province, which was once the red capital, the old revolutionary area, and has a very glorious history.

However, in the past, it was a positive term, but in 1990, it was a sad term, because old revolutionary areas often mean inconvenient transportation, economic difficulties, poverty and backwardness.

Therefore, the people of the whole country are willing to support the old areas and want to build them better.

Xie Shuhao is 33 years old this year, and his work unit is a daily newspaper in the capital.

Although it has been 10 years since he left the school, although the work unit and living environment are very superior, Xie Shuhao has always been enthusiastic and wants to make some contributions to the poor old area.

No, Xie Shuhao raised a sum of money and school supplies this time, and sent them all the way to Ganzhou, Jiangdong Province.

There is a Gem Hill Hope Primary School here, which is the school he has paired with, and Xie Shuhao has been silently helping the poor students here to study, so that they can get out of the mountains and change their destiny.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for your donation."

The old principal Huang Ziren shook the hand of the young reporter in front of him, his whole face was excited, 5,000 yuan in cash, and a lot of supplies, enough for this mountainous primary school to support for a while.

"Principal Huang, you are polite, these money and materials are collectively donated by everyone, not my own credit, today I turned around and saw the sound of reading in the classroom of Gem Hill Primary School, I think I should be grateful for the hard work of you and so many teachers."

Xie Shuhao doesn't want to repay his good deeds at all, so he doesn't mean to take credit.

"By the way, Principal Huang, are there any particularly difficult children in the school now? It just so happened that I had a few friends around me who wanted to pair up. ”

Principal Huang smacked his lips when he heard this:

"There are quite a few children in difficult conditions, but there is really such a child who needs help the most, but her situation is relatively special, not only needs help in learning, but also needs medical help."

"Medically?" Xie Shuhao nodded lightly:

"Is this student seriously ill?"

Principal Huang looked at his worn-out Shanghai watch and stood up:

"In this way, reporter Xie, you come with me to this student's house, and you will understand when you see it."

Xie Shuhao's mind was full of question marks, and his strong curiosity as a reporter made him quickly stand up: "Okay, let's go, let's take a look." ”

The two walked out of the school one after the other and walked towards Daqingsi Village, which could only be walked because the village had not yet been opened to traffic.

As soon as they entered the village, the villagers greeted Principal Huang warmly: "Principal Huang, come to visit your home again." ”

"Hello, I'll come to Wenxiang's house to have a look."

A few children next to him shouted when they heard the name Wenxiang: "Looking for horse noodles, looking for horse noodles~~~~"

Reporter Xie listened to it and thought to himself, is this little girl's nickname "Ma Mian"? What's so special about this?

One hour later, Principal Huang and Reporter Xie appeared in front of a dilapidated house.

The house is really broken, not only the walls are made of yellow mud, but the roof is obviously missing black tiles that have not been filled, this is not a heavy rain outside, it is light rain inside.

The side of the house is still covered with a few pieces of wood, and it is obvious that it will collapse if it does not stand against the wall, and it is simply a dangerous house.

However, Principal Huang and Reporter Xie were not surprised, because such houses are not an exception in this poor mountain village, but a common phenomenon.

Xie Shuhao is obviously more concerned about what is going on with this special student?

"Principal Huang, is this the student's home?"

Principal Huang nodded: "That's right, this is it, don't look at the door closed now, but the student I said must be at home." ”

Reporter Xie quipped: "Principal Huang is still Zhuge Kongming, and he knows where the students are when he pinches his hands." ”

Principal Huang didn't laugh, but sighed: "It's not that I can count, but this student can't go out at all, and he can't go out." ”

Xie reporter has more question marks, thinking that this is paralysis?

"Wen Xiang, Wen Xiang is not at home?"

After a while, a weak little girl's voice came from inside, and her voice was indistinct.

"Who, Daddy isn't here."

Principal Huang's voice became softer when he heard this: "It's me, Principal Huang, I brought an uncle from the capital to see you today." ”

"Oh, Headmaster, wait......" The voice inside the door was still muffled.

After a while, the door creaked open, and the curious reporter Xie's eyes widened, wanting to see what was so special about this student.

The first thing that caught his eye was a red dress, and this red dress was over the student's head, covering the whole head.

Why do you want to wrap your head in red clothes? Is this a Hakka custom?

As a reporter from the north, Xie Shuhao had more and more question marks in his mind, and then he frowned again because he saw that the red-clothed student had been groping around the door with both hands.

"Headmaster, guest, sit!"

Reporter Xie whispered to Principal Huang: "Why did she take a dress to cover her head?" It's not like you can't see clearly when you walk. ”

Principal Huang pursed his lips: "She's blind." ”

When Reporter Xie heard this, he really wanted to slap himself in the mouth, so he quickly grabbed the little girl's arm: "Come, you sit too, be careful to touch." ”

Who knew that the little girl quickly withdrew her hand, looking very guarded, which embarrassed Reporter Xie.

Principal Huang smiled and held the student's hand:

"Wen Xiang, you also sit, that uncle just now is a big reporter from the capital, the kind of reporter who writes articles and publishes them in newspapers, he may be able to help you, so don't be afraid, by the way, your mother?"

"Mom, in, inside, lying ......"

Principal Huang explained:

"Her mother had a stroke last year and had limited mobility and had to stay in bed every day. Her father was a rice processor and pulled a machine every day to thresher in a nearby village to make money. Don't look at Wen Xiang's eyes, she cooks all the food at home, this child is not easy. ”

Speaking of which, Reporter Xie is quite solemn on the surface,

But I thought in my heart: that is, an ordinary poor student, not much different from the children of other families in difficulty, at most he is blind and his mother is paralyzed.

Professional habits make his mind think about whether he can attract the attention of readers and well-wishers.

Obviously, even if such a family and such poor students are published in the newspaper, there should not be much heat, because there are too many such poor students.

If the news value is not high, the good Samaritans who are willing to lend a hand will not appear, and it seems that it will not be of much help.

Principal Huang didn't pay attention to Reporter Xie's face, but continued to say to the little girl in a gentle voice:

"Wen Xiang, your condition is quite special, and I am afraid that it is enough to treat you in such a situation as your family, so I invited the reporter to my home, if you believe me, I want to take off your clothes and show the reporter, okay?"

The little girl under the red dress was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slightly: "I believe, Headmaster." ”

Principal Huang gently touched the student's head through his clothes, then looked at Reporter Xie and said solemnly:

"Reporter Xie, no matter what you see, don't make a fuss when you come over for a while, my student is sick and can be cured."

Reporter Xie swallowed his saliva, reporters are very sensitive, and he immediately realized that the head and face of this little girl under the red dress must not be simple, so he also did a good job of psychological construction.

Principal Huang gently uncovered the little girl's red clothes, and Reporter Xie's eyes widened and widened.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, if he hadn't been glared at by Principal Huang, he couldn't help but scream, it turned out that "horse face" meant this?

I saw that this little girl named "Wenxiang" had no normal facial features at all, and the original nose in the middle protruded a huge lump forward, like dough.

The eyelids were propped up, and a lump protruded, but due to the deformation of the face, the eyes were squeezed to the sides of the face, and the eyeballs also protruded strangely outward, but they were blind.

The nostrils can be seen, which are small and resemble two small holes.

The text is abstract, and if the reader wants to imagine what the "horse face" looks like, then the little girl in front of him is what it looks like.

Reporter Xie covered his mouth, but in a panic, he still took a few steps back and knocked over a bamboo chair at his feet.

Principal Huang sighed when he saw it, and covered the students with the red clothes again, with indescribable distress and disappointment in his eyes.

Reporter Xie quickly stood up straight and said again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

At this time, the child's father, Wang Atu, happened to come back, and when he entered the door, he saw that there were strangers who were still strange, and when he saw that it was Principal Huang, he hurriedly ran a few steps:

"Principal Huang, why are you here, sit down quickly, Wenxiang, pour water for Principal Huang and this guest."

Principal Huang nodded at Xie Wenhao next to him:

"I brought a reporter from the capital with me this time, your name is Reporter Xie, I just want to see if I can use the power of the newspaper to let well-wishers help Wenxiang."

Xie Wenhao was actually shocked, but he could just tear it off, so he quickly introduced himself:

"Hello comrade, I'm from XX Daily, I'm ......"

Before I finished speaking, I heard a scream~~~, followed by a soft explosion of a hot water bottle falling to the ground.

Principal Huang, Reporter Xie, Wang Atu turned his head to look, and Qi Qi was so frightened that his soul was gone.

When Wang Atu arrived home, he asked his daughter to pour water.

It stands to reason that pouring water should not be done by blind girls, but Wang Wenxiang usually even cooks rice, so pouring water is also a trivial matter.

But today's bad luck, the bamboo chair that reporter Xie kicked down before was halfway there, and the little girl groped her way around the house, and one accidentally stepped on the foot of the chair, and then the whole person fell forward.

It's so good that I don't die, and I hit the sharp corner of the earthen stove.

Her face was originally protruding like dough, and the skin tension was very strong, and when she hit it like this, blood flowed like a spring in an instant, or rather, blood gushed like a spring...... (End of chapter)