life struggle

Wu Xiaojun's whole body was drenched like a soaked rat, and the mud and weeds on his body were washed away by a burst of rain, and he was no longer entangled in the sweltering heat, just like a shower, and he was naturally much more relaxed and refreshed. 【 】

After being baptized by the torrential rain, Bai Lingyan's hair was covered with crystal clear raindrops, her apricot face and peach cheeks were extremely charming, her wet dress was tightly attached to her body, and her white and tender skin was covered with a thin veil, covering her The graceful, graceful and exquisite curves are fully exposed, the white tender breasts are ready to come out, and the two breasts are beautiful and attractive, making Wu Xiaojun sigh inwardly, as if Qin Meixiang was standing in front of him, and his heart was gurgling ,mouth watering.

Inadvertently turning her head to find Wu Xiaojun appreciating herself carefully in a daze, Bai Lingyan was suddenly embarrassed, her face was flushed, naked, her heart was pounding, she involuntarily raised her arms to hug her chest tightly, bending Leaning slightly at the waist and curling up, winking and shy without saying a word, silently watching the rushing rainwater on the road.

There seemed to be a burning flame in Wu Xiaojun's heart, full of passion, unable to stop, nameless impulse and desire kept rolling back and forth, at this moment how much he wished that it was Qin Meixiang who opened his arms and smiled happily, waiting for his caress, but only Possibility is a kind of fantasy, something that can be expected to be seen but unattainable.He gritted his teeth, restrained himself, shook his head lightly, tried his best to calm down the fluctuations in his heart, transferred the natural and ridiculous thoughts, and had nothing to say, "This is so naive, it can't be said that it's raining and stingy Like Zhang Zhong, a loyal old turtle, the iron rooster never pulls out a hair, but when he becomes generous, he spends money like water, venting like water. I don’t know when it will stop.”

Bai Lingyan curled up, walked back and forth a few times, stomped her feet lightly, and whispered shyly, "It's lucky that we got down from the top ahead of time. There is no place to hide from the rain, and we can only let the storm blow, without the power to fight back, it will definitely be more miserable."

Wu Xiaojun smiled anxiously and said nervously, "It's true. It's not far from where I live. The road is relatively wide and flat and easy to walk. It doesn't matter if it's late. The rain will always have a moment to catch your breath. How about it? How do you feel?" Is it a little cold?"

Bai Lingyan glanced at Wu Xiaojun, let go of her arms, squatted down lightly, fiddled with the hem of the skirt with both hands, twisted the rainwater soaked in the skirt, pursed her lips and smiled, "It's okay, it's hot summer now, although After the wind and rain, there is no chill at all, and it feels very fresh and cool. Don’t worry, it’s okay, just wait patiently for a while.”

In the evening, when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, the two of them dragged their wet bodies out of the hut, stumbling through the muddy and rushing rainwater, and it took them half an hour to reach the small town. Two drawers of steamed buns, went straight back to the room to wash and rest.

The next day, the scorching sun, the high mountains and dry land, the sound of cicadas and the croaking of frogs, the heat was steaming, and the heat of the past was restored.

After a night of sleep and recuperation, the two of them were refreshed and full of energy, and arrived at the office of the Town Youth League Committee just after eight o'clock.A 30-year-old woman with a slender figure and a sickly face was bending over and mopping the floor.

Bai Lingyan asked directly, "Is Secretary Gong Xuefen here?"

The lady straightened up and looked at the two of them, pursed her lips and smiled, "I am, what's the matter with you?"

Wu Xiaojun said, "We are students of Pingxi Medical College, entrusted by the Tuan County Committee to investigate the children rescued by Project Hope."

Gong Xuefen hurriedly put down the mop in her hand, greeted the two of them to sit down enthusiastically with a smile on her face, and poured water and served tea. After working for a while, she sat down and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I didn't feel well yesterday. Ye, I couldn’t receive you in time and made you run back and forth a few times. I’m really sorry, please forgive me. I have a roster of rescued children here, which will be helpful for your visits, so you can refer to it.” Saying that, he stood up The roster of 51 rescued children in the town was taken out from the filing cabinet and placed in front of the two of them.

Wu Xiaojun hurriedly said, "The public secretary is too polite, please provide us with such good convenience for our work."

The public secretary was very familiar with the situation of these children, and patiently introduced to them which villages these children were mainly distributed in, in which direction, the distance of the journey, how to go, etc., so that the two could know it well.Afterwards, the three of them discussed it. Most of these students live on mountains without roads, and the farthest is more than 40 miles away from the town. It is difficult to complete in ten or eight days. We can only act according to the idea of ​​visiting villages with relatively concentrated people first, and then going to more remote villages, and not going back.

The two bid farewell to the public secretary, left the town government, and asked all the way. It took about four to ten minutes along the winding winding mountain road to arrive at the village named Linghou in the mountain depression behind the town government.

The village is relatively large, winding, high and low, with thousands of households. The overall feeling is that there are mostly poor people, and it is rare to see newly renovated houses.

Guided by a little girl, the two came to the village primary school and met Bei Shan, the father of the No.1 child Benin who was going to visit.

Bei Shan is a private teacher who has taught for nearly 20 years. Although he is in his 40s, he looks quite old and is cleaning the campus with a big broom.As soon as he saw the two, he immediately greeted them. Wu Xiaojun briefly explained the purpose of his visit. He warmly welcomed the two to a dilapidated low room behind a row of bungalow classrooms. They sat down in their very simple home.After a few words of pleasantries, Wu Xiaojun and Bai Lingyan picked up their notebooks and pens, and began to ask, "Ms. Bei, can you tell us about your school?"

Teacher Bei spoke gracefully, and said unhurriedly, "Of course. As you have seen just now, most of the infrastructure in our school is from the early 80s. The classrooms are dilapidated and almost dangerous, and the desks are all muddy. The benches were brought by the students from their own homes, and because there was no electric light, candles were lit for early self-study in winter, and evening self-study was never taken, and some courses were limited by the time limit, which greatly affected the improvement of children's academic performance."

Bai Lingyan asked, "How is the situation of the school teachers?"

Teacher Bei sighed and said, "Don't mention it. Affected by economic conditions and ideas, many parents of children in the village are unwilling to let their children go to school. There are not many students in the school, and teachers with some education and level are not willing to come here. In the past two years, two normal students came, and they left within a month. The conditions are poor and the treatment is low, and there is no way to keep them. So far, there is not even a teacher who graduated from a technical secondary school. The native folks are supporting it. I am really worried about the children here." Teacher Bei wept anxiously and emotionally.

Wu Xiaojun said, "What is the main source of the economy and income here?"

Teacher Bei said helplessly, "People here mainly live by farming, but farming is all dependent on the sky, which is not good at all. Take this year as an example. There was a severe drought, and the crops failed for three consecutive seasons. The villagers lived in their own homes. There is little food in stock, inconvenient transportation, short summer grain, high price, no hope for autumn crops, some people rely on going out to work or dig coal kilns to earn a little money to get by, the life of farmers is not easy, they are really poor.”

Bai Lingyan said, "Can your children get help from the Hope Project to solve some school problems?"

Teacher Bei smiled wryly, "The salary is a drop in the bucket, stretched too far, it can't play any real role at all, and the family can't make up for the difference in expenses. Some parents of children still keep their children at home after receiving the relief money. However, some Better than nothing."