"Tell me, who did your master want to find when he asked you to come to Xiangxi?" The man in the green coat turned around and sat on the chair.
"Senior, my master asked me to look for an elder of our sect named Zhao Bozheng. May I ask if you are his..." Chen Tairan hesitated for a moment, feeling a little hesitant in his heart. Shuixuan said that this family also has the same surname.
Zhao, maybe we are related to each other.
"I am his eldest disciple, my name is Zhao Hongtong." The man in the green coat poured a bowl of water and said calmly: "After all, I should be your senior uncle."
"That's great!" Chen Tairan was overjoyed, "I wonder, uncle, if you can introduce me to..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Hongtong: "Wait a minute, you said you are a disciple of Senior Brother Anyang Yuantong, what proof do you have?"
"Yes." Chen Tairan took out a letter from his arms and handed it over respectfully.
Zhao Hongtong took it and looked at it, frowned, handed it to the beautiful woman in black, and said in a low voice: "Look, is it written by Senior Brother Yuantong?"
Chen Tairan was very confused. Could it be that this family had met Master and were familiar with each other?
The beautiful woman in black took the letter and read it for a long time. She also went into the house to get another letter and compared it before confirming: "Indeed."
Zhao Hongtong nodded, returned the letter to Chen Tairan, and said with a smile: "In that case, we are friends, come! Let's have a drink tonight, uncle and nephew!"
Naturally, Chen Tairan would not refuse the opportunity to drink with his uncle, so he immediately stayed and had a hearty meal of wild boar meat.
Zhao Hongtong still wanted to keep him overnight, but someone considered that Chu Zhendong and Zhao Xiaohu were still waiting outside, and the signal in the mountains was not good and the phone could not be made. To avoid their worries, he decided to forget it.
"Come here often when you have nothing to do." Zhao Hongtong stood at the door and said goodbye to Chen Tairan.
"Definitely, definitely." Chen Tairan returned the salute, turned around and left with Shuixuan, but did not notice the vicious looks in the eyes of his aunt and junior brother behind his uncle.
"Where are senior brother Yuantong's disciples?~" The beautiful woman in black sneered and looked at Zhao Hongtong with a playful smile in her eyes.
"Hey, let him go find the old man, it has nothing to do with us!" Zhao Hongtong looked unhappy, waved his hand, turned around and entered the house, closing the door with a bang.
"Coward!" The beautiful woman in black snorted dissatisfied.
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The scenery in the deep mountains and old forests is quite good. Due to the sparse population, the original appearance of the forest is very well maintained. All kinds of trees grow very tall. Occasionally, wild animals can be seen, and they are not small in size.
A gust of cool wind blew through the leaves, making a rustling sound.
Chen Tairan grew up in Annan Mountain when he was a child. He found some childhood memories here. He couldn't help but take a second look. If he hadn't missed Brother Dong and Xiaohu, he might have stayed here for one or two nights.
.
Suddenly, a faint sound of reciting came, attracting Chen Tairan's attention.
Listening carefully, the sound is clear and sweet, as if it comes from a young baby's throat. Is there a primary school nearby?
Chen Tairan raised his doubts, and Shuixuan smiled and replied that it was indeed the case. There was a primary school just down the left path, and many children nearby were attending classes there.
Chen Tairan looked at the direction, and it happened to be the direction back, so he waved his hand and said: "Let's go and have a look.~"
Shuixuan took him to find the elementary school. When they arrived, Chen Tairan took a closer look and couldn't help but smile bitterly. This... this was too far off. It was said to be a school, but in fact it was just a big thatched shed with dozens of
The children were sitting inside, reading loudly, while a teacher-looking person in front was writing furiously on the red brick wall with a piece of chalk.
Take a closer look at the children. They are all in ragged clothes, and the textbooks in their hands are all in tatters, as if they were picked up from the trash.
The desk is a pile of bricks stacked into blocks, and a large wooden board is spread out on top. The seats are three or four bricks stacked in a row, which can not only read but also exercise balance ability.
It seems to have rained near here not long ago. The ground is full of potholes and puddles, and the children's "desks" are also in a mess.
Chen Tairan's sharp eyes noticed the child in the corner - next to his book, there was a shriveled steamed bun. Not only was it black and white, it also had two rows of thin teeth marks on it. It was obviously too hard to eat.
Mouth.
Even so, the reading sound is still very neat, and there is a vigorous vitality in it.
Chen Tairan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He had been abroad in the past few years and what he saw was the perfect education system. From primary school to university and even master's degree, all education was compulsory, which was very powerful.
In comparison, the scene in front of me could be compared to a refugee camp in some places.
Of course, some people wearing suits and ties may say that since developed countries have good economies, of course they can do this. Why don’t you compare with people in the Middle East and Africa?
In this regard, Chen Tairan can only say that the country of his black brother is in raging war and is extremely poor. He doesn't even have to eat or drink water. He can't take a shower for ten and a half days. If he gets bitten by a mosquito, he will get malaria.
Yes, there isn't any decent hospital that can take care of it. Maybe one of them will die before he can make it through...
In this environment, reading? Haha, Chen Tairan can only say "haha"!
I'm sorry, the children of the black guys grew up playing with guns and don't like to play with textbooks. In the war zone, teenagers dare to use themselves as suicide bombs. Can you talk to them about knowledge? Talk about culture?
Shuixuan noticed Chen Tairan's expression, it seemed...it seemed quite bad??
"Mr. Chen, you...what's wrong with you?" Xiao Nizi asked timidly.
"Oh, it's nothing." Chen Tairan shook his head to cover up his embarrassment.
"I also studied here when I was a child. It was very short, about half a year. Later, my mother transferred me to the primary school in the town." Shuixuan said softly and lightly, with a hint of light between her eyebrows.
of remembrance.
Chen Tairan was a little touched, so he started chatting with Xiao Nizi. When they talked about the scenes in other countries, Shuixuan's head was straightened and she complained along with Chen Tairan from time to time.
When talking about African black brothers, Shuixuan stuck out her tongue again and said depressedly: "Mr. Chen, are you telling the truth? A child as young as that can..."
Chen Tairan smiled slightly and said nothing more. These things may sound a bit cruel, but they are all real things that happen on this earth.
For a little girl like Shuixuan, since she has never heard of it, she might as well not go any further. There is really no benefit in listening to it too much.
"Mr. Chen, you are so awesome. How do you know this? Have you ever been a war correspondent? Are those injuries... caused by someone in the war zone?" Shuixuan stared at the terrible scars on Chen Tairan's arms, with a look in her eyes.
With a sense of worship.
Chen Tairan was stunned for a moment, this...how should he answer this...
However, this kind of question obviously cannot stump our official Chen. A hint of vicissitudes of life suddenly flashed across his brows, and his voice was low and magnetic: "Yes, I was once... an ordinary reporter."
