After arriving in Mangshi, where the Dehong Prefecture People's Government is based, everyone stayed and rested in a hotel in Mang Town for one night, and then took local transportation to the mountain to express condolences tomorrow.

From Jiangzhou City to the final destination, Hope Primary School in Nanxi County, it took us more than three days just to travel on the road. When we finally arrived at Nanxi Hope Primary School, everyone was full of enthusiasm and excitement.

The sentiment has long since faded away, especially on the last section of the mountain road leading to the elementary school. There are no carriages or horses to ride on, and it can only be reached by walking on foot.

This makes primary school students and middle school students from these cities complain endlessly.

Although they had rested early last night and started going up the mountain early in the morning when the sun was not very strong yet, the two junior high school girls were already out of breath and couldn't move at all.

The pace was slow, and the rest of the journey was completely pulled up by the adults who were traveling with me.

The boy in the fifth grade of primary school was no longer as excited as when he first went out. Later, he just sat down on the ground and refused to move. No matter how hard his mother tried to persuade him, he refused to move. In the end, he had to let Jiangzhou Evening News

A fellow cameraman who was traveling with him handed his luggage to the boy's mother and then carried him on his back.

In comparison, the performance of the three Wang Pings from No. 1 Middle School could not be described as excellent. Even the adults who were traveling with them were not as physically strong as them. Everyone couldn't help but smack their lips and praise them endlessly. As for the people who always liked to be intentional before.

The two junior high school girls who accidentally stabbed them were now like two dead people. They could only crawl a few steps on their hands and feet with everyone's help. They had no energy to say anything anymore.

Wang Ping had been running before, and the effect of being trained by Ye Hui was now fully revealed. Fang Hua was originally a boy, and like Wang Ping, he drank from the spiritual spring in space. Although his appearance and figure were not as in the novels Wang Ping had read before,

Such an exaggerated transformation, but under Wang Ping's recent constant supervision and running accompaniment, his physical fitness has also made great progress.

Not to mention Ye Hui. Wang Ping saw that her expression was exactly the same as when she set off from Jiangzhou City. She almost didn't even blink. She was like a marching machine, walking on the muddy soil in the mountains.

There is no difference between walking on the road and walking on Zhongshan Road, the most spacious road in Jiangzhou City. She holds her head high and walks with her head held high. Even on some steep and uneven mountain roads, she has not hesitated. In comparison, it is like those adults who see cliffs.

I had to carefully assess the gravel road beside the cliff, then lower my weight in fear and walk close to the cliff. However, Ye Hui showed no fear and passed as usual.

Zhao Zhao fell behind. Fortunately, Wang Ping helped her along the way. Even Zhao Zhao's mother had too much to take care of herself at the moment. Fortunately, Zhao Zhao had such a strong classmate who was willing to take her, so she went with them with confidence.

"Wang Keke was smart enough to go to Beijing for fun. Why didn't I think of it? I came to the mountains of Yunnan, wow. My mother lied to me. She told me that I wasn't tired at all. She also said that this was just a formality and only took one day.

That's enough. We can go down the mountain and go somewhere else to play soon. But you see, we spent three days and three nights just on the way here... I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted. I want to go home!"

Wang Ping pulled Zhao Zhao forward with his head lowered. Hearing Zhao Zhao's constant complaints, he couldn't help but say: "Zhao Zhao, actually if you don't speak, you can save a lot of energy."

She glanced back at the three dying students. Last night she shared a room with Ye Hui, Zhao Zhao naturally shared a room with her mother, and Fang Hua was sent to live with the one who was carrying the little boy.

The cameraman was in the same room. Not to mention that she was secretly beaten by Ye Hui last night, but before she and Ye Hui went to bed, they heard the two junior high school girls next door chatting, laughing and screaming in the middle of the night.

until early morning.

I slept soundly after exercising, but when I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I heard two girls next door chatting. Naturally, I didn’t have the energy to walk on the mountain trail this morning.

It seems that chatting is the first thing that consumes energy. Thinking of this, Wang Ping had to remind Zhao Zhao nicely that if she didn't keep complaining, she could actually save a lot of energy.

Although the mountain road here is rugged and difficult, to be honest, the surrounding scenery is still good. Looking into the distance, you can see green mountains and green peaks, and everything is covered with different levels of greenery. A breeze blows away, blowing away the heat on your body.

Quite a few, I just feel a chill in my heart, not to mention the wind blowing on the treetops and the leaves making rustling sounds, which makes Wang Ping unconsciously think of a poem she saw when she was doing her summer homework: Cicadas are noisy in the forest.

Quiet, birdsong, the mountain is even more secluded.

When Zhao Zhao heard this, he glanced at her: "Don't you think I don't know? But I am panicking! Wang Ping, don't you blame me for tricking you into this ghost place with no village in front of you and no store in the back?"

Wang Ping smiled and said: "No way, I really think the scenery in this place is pretty good, at least it's much better than going to a big city to see the crowds."

At least the scenery here is original and has not been polluted at all. Compared with those scenic spots that have been over-exploited in later generations, deep in the mountains of Yunnan, the vegetation is lush, and the air is full of the unique smell of the forest.

Compared with Jiangzhou City, where haze is everywhere and air pollution index remains high every day ten years later, it is a rare treat to come here to breathe fresh air and experience the unique charm of the forest oxygen bar.

I don’t know how long they walked, but finally the low bungalow of Hope Primary School in Nanxi County appeared in front of everyone.

This Hope Primary School is built on a protruding flat in the mountainous area. It is a rare brick building. It was funded by Jiangzhou City enterprises and is still somewhat eye-catching among the dilapidated wooden houses.

But even this is already very crude in the eyes of this group of children from the city.

I had seen the environment of Hope Primary School on TV before, and seeing everything in front of me with my own eyes were completely different feelings.

The old principal who was welcomed out of Hope Primary School walked to Huang He, the leader of the "Jiangzhou Evening News" condolence team, and first exchanged greetings and thanked him. Finally, he held his hand and walked inside and said: "In the past few years, the young and middle-aged people in the village have grown up.

They all went out to work to earn a living, and now it’s summer vacation, and all the students in the school have gone to work in the fields. Since I knew you were coming, I went door-to-door three or four days in advance to notify them, saying that

Uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters are coming to see you. However, there are a few children who are worried about farm work at home or have long journeys that I did not notify. There are a total of fifty-six students in our school, and more than thirty people came today. Let’s take a walk.

They are all waiting for you in the classroom!"

Wang Ping followed Uncle Huang and walked into the dark and cramped classroom. Although it was already a nice house in the village, the walls around it were all exposed bricks, and there was a small hanging wall hanging from the ceiling in the dark classroom.

There was only one tungsten lamp, and the rest was illuminated by light from the outside through the window without glass.

There were students of all ages, but compared to them from Jiangzhou City, they were all shorter and thinner. All of them had greasy and smelly hair. Their clothes were so dirty that you couldn’t even tell the original color of their eyes. Many boys’ trousers were

It was also stained with yellow mud spots.

The second-year junior high school girl wrinkled her nose. As soon as she entered the small classroom, she smelled an overpowering musty smell mixed with an unknown smell. She quickly covered her nose and ran out, shouting.

: "I'll wait for you outside."

The girl who was close to her hesitated for a moment and then turned around and left: "I'll go accompany her." After that, she left without looking back.

Only the old principal with unshaven beard and shabby clothes was left, rubbing his hands in uneasiness and shame, with an embarrassed look on his face.

Also embarrassed were a group of reporters from Jiangzhou Evening News. Huang He, who led the team, said apologetically to the principal of Hope Primary School: "The child is not sensible. Please don't take offense."

The honest old principal waved his hand hurriedly: "No, no, no. Our place is stuffy and smelly. It's understandable that you clean-loving girls in the city can't stand it."

Huang He felt even more ashamed after hearing this. He winked at several of his colleagues. Everyone quickly took out the things they had prepared to bring condolences, but this time they came under the guise of expressing condolences.

I was traveling, so I didn’t prepare many books, clothes, stationery, etc., except for some portable and light things. Huang He gave the principal a wad of money and said, “It’s interesting, let’s buy some things that the children need.”

The principal refused repeatedly, but he couldn't resist Huang He's insistence. He also knew that this was exactly what was needed here, so he finally accepted it.

Wang Ping and Fang Hua walked over to help the adults distribute stationery and clothing to the students who came. The students took the things they handed to them without saying a word, but just curiously hit them with their bright eyes. Wang Ping responded invariably.

With a smile, someone finally had the courage to come up, and when he took the schoolbag handed over by Wang Ping, he whispered: "Thank you." He paused, and then said, "Later, do you want to play games with us?"

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, then said: "Okay."

The man was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed happily: "You can come to us at the back of the classroom later."

The boy took Wang Ping's gift and jumped away. Following him was a little girl. She glanced at Wang Ping and asked hesitantly: "Don't you think we mountain people are dirty?"

?"

It's just that her Mandarin is not very good, and she still has a local Yunnan accent. Wang Ping was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing. Then she shook her head vigorously and asked, "Are you coming to play too?"

The little girl was very happy when she saw Wang Ping shaking her head, but when she saw Wang Ping asking her, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in her eyes: "No, grandma is still waiting for me to go home to work. I told grandma that I will arrive today.

She would only let me out if the school had something to take."

Wang Ping thought for a while and took out a pack of Want Want Senbei and a ten-dollar note from her backpack. She first handed the Want Want Senbei to the little girl, and then said to her with the ten dollars: "You just

Tell your grandma, not only will you get gifts here today, but you will also receive money. If you can stay and play with us, you can earn ten yuan."

"Really?" The little girl's eyes immediately brightened up, and she looked at her without blinking while holding the Wangwang senbei given to her by Wang Ping.

Wang Ping smiled and nodded. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing, but just ten yuan could help the little girl's wish to play with them, and she could also bring some help to their poor family. Why not?

for?

After dividing the items, Wang Ping went to Fang Hua, Ye Hui and Zhao Zhao and asked them if they were interested in playing games with the local primary school students.

Fang Hua and Zhao Zhao just thought about it and nodded in agreement. Everyone turned to Ye Hui and waited for her answer. Ye Hui still had an expression on his face: "Can we play fighting?"

Wang Ping gritted her teeth: "No!"

"Then you can practice extra tonight and I'll go."

Wang Ping vomited blood, but under the confused gazes of Fang Hua and Zhao Zhao, she gritted her teeth and nodded.

The four of them went to the back of the classroom to play with the primary school students. Zhao Zhao deliberately lagged a few steps behind and pulled Wang Ping's sleeves. Wang Ping also slowed down and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Zhao had a constipated expression on his face, hesitated for a long time, and then said coyly: "The people in you City No. 1 Middle School are all so weird. You are too, you were not that weird before."

"What?" Wang Ping raised her eyebrows, wondering why she said this.

"That's right... that's right..." Zhao Zhao glanced at Wang Ping and simply whispered in her ear, "Do you like Fang Hua or Ye Hui? Also, it's not good to fall in love at such a young age.

"

Wang Ping wants to cry but has no tears. What is this?

Zhao Zhao saw that Wang Ping still refused to admit it, and then persuaded: "I can see it. They both seem to like you. Do you feel that these two people are pestering you along the way? I think

If you don’t have that kind of intention, it’s better to tell them clearly.”

Wang Ping looked at Zhao Zhao, who seemed to be trying to persuade her, and suddenly felt helpless. She had long known that the class leader was very righteous and cared about her classmates. It was understandable that Fang Hua and she fell in love early. But who were Ye Hui and herself?

Come out!

Although fujoshi became very popular ten years later, they just like to watch two men having sex. Lily is really not popular!

Before Wang Ping could give any explanation, they had already walked to the back of the classroom. As expected, there were six or seven boys and girls standing there, all waiting for Wang Ping's arrival.

Wang Ping was embarrassed to continue whispering to Zhao Zhao, so she had to stand up and ask: "I brought my friends with me. Is it okay?"

The little girl who had taken Wang Ping's biscuits stood up and said: "Of course it doesn't matter, as long as they don't dislike us. Anyway, it's more fun when there are more people!"

"Okay, what should we play?"

Everyone gathered together and chatted for a long time, and finally reported an answer that made Wang Ping very embarrassed: "Hide and seek!"

I haven’t played this game for many years, but I didn’t expect that I would travel all the way to the mountains of Yunnan to experience the fun of this old antique game again.
To be continued...