Wu Xiaojun's whole body was soaked like a drowned rat. The mud and weeds on his body were washed clean by the heavy rain. Suddenly, the sweltering heat was no longer entangled. It was like taking a shower, and he was naturally much more relaxed and comfortable. [ ]

Bai Lingyan has been baptized by the heavy rain, her hair is covered with crystal clear raindrops, her apricot face and peach cheeks are particularly charming, her wet dress clings tightly to her body, and her white and tender skin is covered with a thin veil, covering her

Those graceful and graceful curves were fully exposed, and the white and tender breasts were ready to come out. The two breasts were beautiful and attractive, and they looked even more graceful and charming. Wu Xiaojun sighed secretly, as if Qin Meixiang was standing in front of him, and his heart was gurgling.

,mouth watering.

Turning around unintentionally, she found Wu Xiaojun admiring her in a daze. Bai Lingyan suddenly felt uneasy, her face was red, her heart was pounding, she involuntarily raised her arms and hugged her chest tightly, bending

She bent over slightly and curled up, her charming eyes shy and silent, silently watching the rushing rain on the road.

There seemed to be a blazing flame in Wu Xiaojun's heart, brimming with passion and unable to stop. The nameless impulses and desires kept rolling back and forth. At this moment, he hoped that Qin Meixiang would open his arms and smile happily to the caress waiting for him, but only

Possibility is a kind of fantasy, something that can be expected or lamented but out of reach. He gritted his teeth, restrained himself, shook his head gently, trying his best to calm down the fluctuations in his heart, and the natural and comical indiscriminateness that was transferred to him.

Thoughts, he was speechless and said, "It's really weird today. He is as stingy as Zhang Zhongshi, an old turtle who says it won't rain. He doesn't plucking a hair from his iron rooster. He becomes generous but spends money like water and water. I don't know when it will stop."

Bai Lingyan curled up, walked back and forth a few times, stamped her feet lightly, and said softly and shyly, "We are lucky. We came down from the top in advance. If we were on a mountain path, we wouldn't even be able to take shelter from the wind."

There is no place to take shelter from the rain, so we can only let the violent storm come down, without the ability to fight back, which will definitely make it even more miserable."

Wu Xiaojun smiled uneasily and said, "That's right. It's not far from my residence. The road is relatively wide and flat and easy to walk. It doesn't matter even if it's a little late. There will always be a moment when the rain stops. How do you feel about it?

Is it a little cold?”

Bai Lingyan glanced at Wu Xiaojun, uncrossed her arms, squatted down gently, fiddled with the hem of her skirt with both hands, squeezed out the rainwater soaked in the skirt, pursed her lips and smiled, "It's okay, it's hot summer now, although

After being exposed to wind and rain, there is no chill at all, and it feels very fresh and cool. Don’t be anxious, it doesn’t matter, 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, wading through the muddy and flowing rain all the way. It took them half an hour to reach the town, and they picked up some food on the street along the way.

With two drawers of steamed dumplings, I went directly back to the room to wash and rest.

The next day, the sun was blazing, the mountains were dry, the cicadas were chirping, the frogs were croaking, and the steam was rising. It was as hot as before.

After a night of deep sleep and rest, the two of them were refreshed and energetic, and arrived at the town Youth League Committee office just after eight o'clock. A lady in her thirties, slim and frail, with a sickly look on her face was bending down to mop the floor.

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

The lady straightened up, looked at the two of them, pursed her lips and smiled, "I am, what do you want?"

Wu Xiaojun said, "We are students from Pingxi Medical College and were entrusted by the Youth League County Committee to investigate the children rescued by Project Hope."

Gong Xuefen quickly put down the mop in her hand and greeted the two of them to sit down with a warm smile. She poured water and served tea. After working for a while, she sat down. She said a little guiltily, "I'm sorry, I felt a little unwell yesterday and lost a little bit."

I'm sorry for not being able to receive you in time and making you go back and forth a few times. Please forgive me. I have a list of children who are rescued here, which will be helpful for you to visit. You can refer to it." After saying that, he stood up.

A roster of fifty-one 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, "Secretary, you are so polite. You would have provided us with such great convenience in carrying out our work."

The secretary was very familiar with the situation of these children, and patiently introduced to the two of them which villages these children were mainly distributed in, in what direction, the distance and how to travel, etc., so that the two of them knew what they were doing. Then the three of them discussed

Now, most of these students live in mountains with no access to roads. The farthest distance from the town is more than 40 miles. If everything goes well, it will take four or five days at the fastest. If something unexpected happens, it will not take more than ten days or eight days.

It is difficult to complete, so we can only act according to the idea of ​​​​visiting villages with relatively concentrated people first, and then going to more remote villages without going back.

The two said goodbye to the secretary, left the town government, and spent about forty minutes along the winding winding mountain road to a village called Linghou in the mountains behind the town government.

The village is relatively large, winding and winding, with thousands of households in high and low places. Generally speaking, it seems that the majority of people are poor, and there are few renovated new houses.

Under the guidance of a little girl, the two went to the village primary school and met Beishan, the father of the first child they wanted to visit, Benin.

Beishan is a private teacher who has been teaching for nearly 20 years. Although he is in his forties, he looks quite old. He is cleaning the campus with a big broom. When he saw the two people, he immediately came up to them. Wu Xiaojun briefly explained the purpose of his visit.

He warmly greeted the two of them to a dilapidated low house behind a row of bungalow classrooms, and sat down in their very simple home. After a few brief greetings, Wu Xiaojun and Bai Lingyan picked up their notebooks and pens and began to ask, "

Teacher Bei, can you introduce us to your school?"

Teacher Bei spoke elegantly and said calmly, "Of course. As you have just seen, most of our school's infrastructure is from the early 1980s. The classrooms are in dilapidated condition and have almost become dilapidated buildings. The desks are covered with mud."

Yes, the benches were moved by the students from their own homes. Since there are no electric lights, candles are lit during morning self-study in winter, and evening self-study is never done. Some courses are compressed due to time constraints, which has a great impact on the improvement of children's academic performance."

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

Teacher Bei sighed and said, "Forget it. Due to the influence of economic conditions and ideas, many parents of children in the village do not want to send their children to school. There are not many students in the school, and teachers with some education and level are not willing to come here.

Two normal school students came in the past two years and left within a month. The conditions were poor and the remuneration was low, and it was impossible to retain them. So far, there is not even a teacher who graduated from a technical secondary school. For many years, it has been for those of us with low educational levels.

The local residents are supporting me. I’m really worried about the children here.” Teacher Bei shed tears with worry and emotion.

Wu Xiaojun said, "What does the economy and income here mainly rely on?"

Teacher Bei said helplessly, "People here mainly live by farming, but farming depends entirely on the weather, which is not feasible at all. Take this year, for example, we encountered a severe drought and the crops failed for three consecutive seasons. The villagers' families

There is little food in stock, transportation is inconvenient, summer grain is in short supply and expensive, and there is no hope for autumn crops. Some people have to make a living by working outside or digging in coal mines. Farmers have a hard life. They are really poor."

Bai Lingyan said, "Can your children's schooling problems be solved by receiving Project Hope assistance?"

Teacher Bei said with a wry smile, "It's just a drop in the bucket, and it's so stretched that it can't make any real difference at all. The family can't make up for the difference in expenses. Some parents still keep their children at home and don't let them study after receiving relief funds. However, there are some
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