Feng Han looked at Song Shiwei and was a little surprised, "Song Shiwei, is it you?" ”

"Why are you ......" Song Shiwei looked at the letter and couldn't believe it.

Is this still a letter from the president of the Internet company who successfully started a business in his senior year and vowed to become a listed company with high morale?

How did he come here to teach?

Feng Han smiled faintly, "Let's move things in first!" ”

"Yes, yes, we brought a lot of things with us, and I want you to help load and unload them." Sun Xia hurriedly said.

The letter beckoned a few villagers to help carry things, and there were also primary school students to help carry lighter things.

Juzi quietly asked Song Shiwei, "Do you know that volunteer teacher?" ”

"Well, he is the husband of my college best friend, and later divorced, I didn't expect it to be ......" Song Shiwei still felt incredible.

"When you come to teach in this kind of place, you must be heartbroken, right, your best friend made him green?" Orange asked.

"What nonsense are you talking about, my best friend her...... Got cancer and died. Song Shiwei's face sank slightly.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just guessed, Weiwei, don't be angry." Orange said hurriedly.

Song Shi sighed slightly and shook his head, "It's okay, you don't understand the situation." Let's not talk about it, let's help get something. ”

Everyone unloaded their things from the truck, and then moved them to an empty classroom, and it was too late today, so we would come back tomorrow and sort them out.

Song Shiwei quietly looked at the letter, he worked very hard, and after a while, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he kept moving things without saying a word.

I can't tell at all that he grew up in the city, as if he originally belonged to this village.

I didn't talk much, and I was much calmer than before.

When all the things were moved, the letter was sent to the village committee.

"It's so late, everyone is hungry, just now the village chief called and said that the village committee canteen has prepared dinner for everyone."

"Thank you so much!" Sun Xia said with a smile.

"We want to thank you so much, thank you so much for bringing so many good things to our children here!" Feng Han smiled.

Song Shiwei looked at him silently behind him, he had really changed too much, and if he saw it on the street, he might not be able to recognize it.

When they arrived at the village committee, the village chief was already waiting at the door, greeting everyone very warmly, and everyone washed their hands and went to the table to eat.

"You're welcome, everyone, these are our specialties here, eat and see if it's delicious." The village chief said with a smile.

Everyone is not welcome when they are hungry, and they eat the dishes with their mouths, which taste good, and everyone is full of praise.

At this time, a three-year-old girl stumbled towards the letter, shouting "Daddy, Daddy" as she ran.

"Yo, quietly here?" The village chief smiled and smiled at the letter, "You see that I miss you after not seeing your child for a long time." ”

"It's your child, it's so cute!" Everyone praised it.

Song Shiwei looked at the little girl in some shock, but when they called her to be quiet, Song Shiwei's eyes instantly turned red.

"She's ......," Song Shiwei looked at the letter.

"This is my adopted child." The letter was very calm, and he picked up the little girl and put it on his lap, "Her parents are gone, and my grandmother has just passed away, so I adopted her." ”

"Jingjing is her nickname, I took it." Feng Han smiled at Song Shi.

Song Shiwei couldn't hold back a little, and tears slipped down his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Sun Xia was surprised.

"No, I just remembered something." Song Shi turned his head slightly, and Juzi hurriedly took out a tissue for her, looking at her worriedly.

Feng Han looked at Song Shiwei, saw her red eyes, and hugged the child in front of her, his voice was very gentle, "Quietly, look, this is Aunt Weiwei!" ”

"Aunt Weiwei!" The child blinked at Song Shiwei with big eyes, and his voice was soft and glutinous.

Song Shi wiped the corners of his eyes slightly, turned his face, looked at the child, and stretched out his hand, "Quietly, come, aunt hug!" ”

The child stretched out his hand, Song Shiwei took the child into his arms, and the tears couldn't help but fall.

Everyone didn't know what was going on, and they all looked at her in a daze.

"Auntie, why are you crying?" The child looked at Song Shiwei and stretched out his little hand to touch her face.

Song Shi shook his head slightly, and looked at the child with a forced smile, "Auntie remembered a person, she has the same name as you." ”

"Then she must be bleaching too, right? Dad said I looked like a boowe! The child smiled innocently and looked at his father again, with a bright face.

Feng Han touched her little head, "Well, you're as pretty as she is." ”

Song Shiwei was about to collapse again.

"Come, Dad, don't disturb your aunt's dinner." The letter hugged the child over, and smiled apologetically at everyone, "It's too late, I'll take the child back to sleep first, you eat slowly!" ”

"Hey, you walk slowly."

"Teacher Feng, I'll give you a flashlight." The village chief hurriedly stood up.

"No, I have a cell phone and electricity." The letter was refused, and the child was carried into the darkness.

"Weiwei, you ......" Sun Xia looked at Song Shiwei, her face still with tears.

Song Shi wiped away his tears slightly, and he didn't say much, just said simply, "We are alumni, and he is one year older than me." My girlfriend was his girlfriend at the time and had just passed away from cancer in January this year. ”

"Ah, still so young......"

"Teacher Feng must be sad, right?" Everyone sighed.

"So it's true?" The village chief was surprised, "When Teacher Feng first came, we thought that he would work for two months like everyone else and leave, but we didn't expect him to persevere. ”

"Then we said that we wanted to introduce him to someone, and he said that he had a wife and he would not marry anyone else. We thought he looked down on our girl here, just an excuse to shirk, but I didn't expect ......"

Everyone sighed for a while.

"Is he doing well here?" Song Shiwei asked.

"How good can it be in this country?" The village chief shook his head, "Like us, we eat vegetables and sweet potatoes, and we have to work in the fields." Living in a dilapidated house left by her grandmother, if we hadn't helped clean it up, it would have rained heavily outside and a light rain inside the house. ”

"We also asked him why he didn't go back to the city, and he said that there were no more people in the city that he cared about, alas, ......"

Song Shiwei was teary-eyed again, if Su Jing was still there, I don't know if he would forgive him, and whether he would accept the prodigal son's return.

He really knows what is wrong and knows how to cherish it, maybe they can live happily.

Song Shiwei didn't know, so he felt very sad and sad.

"He's a single man who can't adopt a girl, right?" Questions were raised.

"Yes, we went to ask, but the formal procedures couldn't be done at all, so we had to keep it first." The village chief nodded, "But there are a lot of this kind of things in the countryside, and after a few years of the census, the child's household registration will be registered, and it will be acquiesced." ”

Everyone nodded, indeed, many of the abandoned girls in the countryside did not have an adoption certificate, and they became a family.