Ah Zheng walked to her side: "Grandma, are you okay?"
I looked behind me at the curious children who were still surrounded by a pile of stationery, and walked over to the old man.
Only then did I take some free time to look at this dilapidated classroom that had been occupied by a group of orphans and an old man. Of course, there were no tables, chairs, or podiums in it, but the old-fashioned blackboard was still there. I don’t know where they got it from.
The chalk that came was actually filled with flowers, plants, sun, houses and other things.
The classroom space was originally very large, and it shouldn't be a problem to accommodate forty or fifty students, but now it is filled with all kinds of beverage bottles, beer bottles, waste paper quilts and other things. If you guessed correctly, they should have been collected by the children.
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There is a stove next to the window. It is not yet cooking time, so there is no fire. In the open space next to it, there are some pots and pans for cooking.[
After careful inspection, all kinds of daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and the seven necessary things to open the door were complete. It seemed that these children and the old man had indeed been living together for a long time.
The innermost corner of the classroom is where the old man is sitting. There are more than a dozen mats and some scattered quilts spread across the room, which must be where they sleep.
"Azheng, you bring so many things every time you come here..." The old man smiled, the flesh on his face relaxed, and his whole face was covered with wrinkles like ravines, and his gray hair was tied together casually with rubber bands.
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I suddenly felt that this old man looked very familiar. I used to see her often in the streets of X County. She was always carrying a tattered nylon bag and rummaging through the trash cans in various communities. She was a veritable scavenger.
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"It's just a little fun..." Ah Zheng smiled.
"You guys sit down first, and I'll get you some water." Grandma stood up, walked to the stove, picked up a broken thermos bottle she picked up from somewhere, opened the stopper, and poured two glasses of water.
Grandma touched the cup and said apologetically: "The thermos bottle is not insulated..."
"No, grandma, we're not thirsty." Ah Zheng said with a smile, looked at me again, and whispered: "Do you understand now?"
I clenched my fists: "Their plight is indeed worthy of sympathy, but this does not justify you instructing the students to steal things. Since you already have so much money, why are you unwilling to buy it?"