What Qiao Shiyu showed Qiao Shizhong was the divorce news of Xiao Zichen and Mo Yurou from more than a year ago, which also reported the grudges between Xiao and Mo's family. When ordinary people see such news, they will indeed doubt Xiao Zichen and Mo Yurou.
Is this reunion due to feelings or the interests of both families?
Qiao Shizhong frowned slightly after reading the news, with a look of confusion on his face, then returned the phone to Qiao Shiyu and asked.
"Then what do you want to do? Shiyu, my father doesn't want you to do anything that will hurt yourself."
After hearing this, Qiao Shiyu said with a slight smile.
"Don't worry, father, I am sensible. I will go see Mr. Xiao tonight. My daughter will definitely help you get the order from Sino-Ocean Group this time."
Qiao Shiyu looked confident, as if she had seen the result of victory.
At this time, thousands of miles away in Nanyun City, the inspection team had returned to the tea garden where they started. After almost two hours of rest, Mo Yurou no longer felt soreness in her knees. After that, the group left the tea garden.
, heading towards the next destination.
The ride was bumpy, and when Mo Yurou got out of the car, she felt dizzy. Fortunately, the doctor beside her helped her in time.
"Miss Mo, are you okay?"
The people accompanying him were very worried when they saw Mo Yurou's face looking a little ugly.
Mo Yurou calmed down for a while and applied some cooling oil on her temples. She immediately felt much better and then said.
"It's okay, just a little motion sick."
After saying this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The bumpy ride just now made several people who rarely get motion sickness feel a little nauseous now.
They came to a relatively remote village this time. Most of the young people here had gone out to work, and those who stayed here were all elderly people and children of school age.
There is still about 2,000 meters of road from where you get off the bus to the village, but there are endless terraces along the road, so you don’t feel tired walking all the way.
When she was approaching the village, Mo Yurou suddenly stopped. At this time, her eyes fell on a child sitting on the ridge of the terraced fields.
"Isn't today Wednesday? Doesn't the child go to school?"
Mo Yurou looked at the child playing in the mud on the field ridge and asked.
One of the people accompanying him was the village chief. He looked in the direction of Mo Yurou's finger and then sighed quietly.
"That's the grandson of Lao Ma's family. Logically speaking, he will be in the first grade this year. We visited their home last month and did some ideological work, but Lao Ma just refused to send his child to school, and the child himself didn't want to.
go."
The village chief said helplessly, and the people next to him listened and asked casually.
"What about the child's parents? What age are they now? What will they do when they grow up without studying?"
"Hey, what can I do? I will live in this ravine all my life. But this child is also a poor person. The child's mother died of illness three or four years ago. His father has been working outside all year round and was hit by a car and died a year ago.
Lao Ma's family didn't have the money to transport the body back, so they started a fire in the local area. Now the child lives with Lao Ma. However, Lao Ma has always been in poor health. The money he earned from growing crops was used to treat his illness.
, we really can’t afford to send our children to school. Previously, the village offered to pay for the children’s schooling, but the children were stubborn. Even if they refused to go to school, we had no choice but to ignore it.”
After hearing this, the faces of everyone present were solemn and gloomy. Mo Yurou frowned slightly as she looked at the hunched old horse busy plowing in the terraced fields.
According to the village chief, this old man is estimated to be in his fifties, but now he looks like an old man in his eighties, with his whole back bent at almost a ninety-degree angle to his legs, and a head of white hair.
With his face covered in wrinkles, you can imagine how difficult this man has been through these years.
Look at the child sitting on the ridge of the field. He is barefoot and has holes in his vest. The short trousers have his entire calf exposed. His black hair is uneven. It must have been cut casually by his family.
of.
The child sat there with dull eyes, looking into the distance with dull eyes. There was a hint of sadness on his face. Whenever the old horse looked up, the child would smile very sensibly, but when the old horse
When he lowered his head to work, the smile on the child's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by confusion about the future.
At this time, Mo Yurou was walking towards the field ridge carrying a bag of things. Seeing this, everyone followed her.
"Kid, what's your name?"
Mo Yurou came to the little boy's side, squatted down, and asked gently.
The little boy seemed to be afraid of strangers. When he saw so many strangers suddenly arriving, his eyes flickered with fear. He just glanced at Mo Yurou, and then he didn't dare to raise his head again. He sat curled up on the ridge of the field, holding his knees with his hands.
It's obviously a self-protective move.
When the village chief saw this, he quickly came over and said to the boy.
"Erwazi, aunt is asking you something, answer it quickly."
After the village chief urged him, the boy looked up at Mo Yurou again, and then said something in a very soft voice.
"My name is Ma Erwa."
When everyone heard this, they all frowned, especially Mo Yurou, who looked at the village chief and asked.
"Ma Erwa?"
Of course the village chief knew what Mo Yurou meant and nodded.
"This name was given to me by Lao Ma. When Erwazi's mother gave birth to him, her husband was still out of town, and the village was in a hurry to get a household registration, so they gave him this name. We call him Erwazi on weekdays."
How could a child with such a random name expect much care from his family? When Mo Yurou saw the thin child in front of her, she immediately felt pity.
At this time, Lao Ma, who was busy in the terraced fields, saw so many people suddenly coming. He immediately put down his hoe and walked over. When he saw the familiar village chief, he thought he was here to persuade him to send his children to school again, so he hurriedly said
.
"Village Chief, please stop trying to persuade me. I also want this child to go to school, but I don't know who this child looks like. I have never seen such a stubborn child. He is unwilling to go to school. I have no choice.
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As he said this, Lao Ma put one hand on his waist and slowly sat down. Seeing this, Ma Erwa immediately stood up to help him. After Lao Ma sat down, he stood obediently behind Lao Ma, with his little hands
He beat the old horse's back every time, with a look of deep worry on his little face.
Seeing this scene, Mo Yurou seemed to have guessed why the child refused to go to school. For him, Lao Ma was his only relative.
At a young age, he saw the people closest to him leaving him one by one. Perhaps these had already buried a deep shadow in his heart, which is why he was so resistant to going to school. He wanted to go to school even once.
He will never leave Lao Ma, guarding his only remaining relatives in this world.
Mo Yurou watched Lao Ma and Ma Erwa getting along, one old and one young. Although Lao Ma didn't talk much, every time Lao Ma looked at Ma Erwa, his eyes were particularly kind, and she also felt very sorry for this poor grandson.
But Ma Erwa really relaxed his vigilance after Lao Ma came over. Perhaps he was too young to face this cruel world, which gave him more awe and resistance to the world than his peers.
Only when he is around a horse does he dare to show his childlike tenderness.