Song Xingwen ran to the side and made a phone call, looking very excited.
Chen Xing touched his chin with his right hand and said: "It seems that he really doesn't know, but the names given to them are quite good, Song Xingwen, Song Shulan."
Hou Tong said: "There is a reason, but it is best not to ask in front of them."
If you have a reason, you should tell me. Otherwise, it would be better to say nothing at all.
A few minutes later, Song Xingwen came over after making a phone call and seemed to have calmed down. He first asked about his sister's performance in school, and Principal Zhang gave an ambiguous answer. He did not say whether Song Shulan's grades were good or not.
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Then Song Xingwen asked Chen Xing how his sister was doing now.
Chen Xing recalled Song Shulan's appearance during the two days when he met her, and said with a smile: "It's very good, she is a very optimistic girl."
"That will reassure me. She has not been exposed to social affairs since she was a child. I was still very worried when I heard that she was working outside today." Song Xingwen said, and then he glanced at the wall painting that was about to be finished and said,
"Let's paint tomorrow. I'll take you to my home first."
Zhang Guimei looked worried as she was thinking about Song Shulan, while Chen Xing admired the surrounding scenery.
This place doesn't look like a remote village at all. The combined population of the two ethnic groups can even be called a small town.
But having a large population does not mean being wealthy.
If you except for the meager modern facilities around it, this place would be the same as it was hundreds of years ago.
Song Xingwen introduced his hometown to them all the way, such as how pure the river is, how many meters upstream there is a beautiful waterfall, every household can dance, handicrafts are sold well outside, etc.
Chen Xing said: "It's very beautiful. You stayed in your hometown after graduation just to build it?"
"It can't be said about construction. I went to university in Yunyi and spent a few years studying many scenic spots in China. But I really feel that many scenic spots are not as good as our villages. So when I came back from graduation last year, I was also thinking about it.
How can we promote this place and see if we can attract some tourists?"
Hou Tong frowned and said: "Is this your idea? You should come to me."
He is not a local, and he came here to become the village chief just to make this backward place enter a well-off society.
Over the past few years, he has promoted the handicrafts of Chunman Shuizhai in the surrounding areas. Many families have benefited from this and have added many household appliances to their homes.
Now there is a young college student who wants to engage in tourism when he returns home, but he doesn’t know anything about it.
Do you still take him as a village cadre seriously?
"I'm sorry, Uncle Hou. I haven't thought of any good solution yet. I'm just helping to paint some wall paintings to make this place look more beautiful. If I find a solution, I will definitely come to you first. You see."
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He points his finger into the distance.
Chen Xing saw his works on many houses, but it was not the kind of dramatic enhancement that Song Xingwen painted just now, but some colorful decorations, which made the simple Dai buildings become a bit gorgeous and more like what Chen Xing said
An unknown exotic custom.
Well, it’s quite suitable for shooting anyway.
Chen Xing now discovered that the photography talent he had been rewarded with had been strengthened, and the area of improvement was in his photography of architecture.
I used to take pictures of food by myself, and the portraits were very good. Now the level of photographing buildings has also skyrocketed. People who see the photos can easily grasp the key points in the photos that Chen Xing wants them to see.
Chen Xing looked through the photos he just took and thought to himself.
The system says that architecture is a book, and it is true. Architects wrote this book. What Song Xingwen did was to add annotations to the book so that readers like Chen Xing would know better how to appreciate the beauty of the Dai people. Who would say no to a beautiful house?
A few minutes later, Song Xingwen stopped in front of a bamboo house and found a key somewhere at the door.
"My mother is in the fields and will be back soon." He said as he opened the door.
"Already back!"
A woman who seemed to be fifty years old rushed over, speaking in a strong dialect. She was barefoot and wearing a cloth hat on her head. She came over to look at a few people and said before her son could introduce him: "Shu
A teacher from Lan School?"
"Hello, I am Song Shulan's teacher."
"My son won't go to school until he grows up, and he can't live without people at home."
Zhang Guimei waited for her to finish speaking, sighed and shook her head and said: "But Song Shulan is only a teenager. If you don't let her go to high school and take the college entrance examination, what do you want her to do?"
She was also angry. Before she came here, she knew what kind of situation these two students were facing, but by preventing them from going to college, didn't this deny other people's life for more than ten years?
Girls in the mountains have no way out. If they don't study or take college entrance exams, they can only marry young and be trapped in the mountains all their lives, with no independent personality and no freedom.
She was very angry, angry that the students she devoted her life to teaching could still not escape such a fate.
So no matter how difficult the mountain road here is, she still has to come and take a look.
It’s not that she wants to see the students. She knows her students very well and treats each of them as a daughter. She just wants to see the parents.
"We have no choice. My health is not good. Sometimes I need someone to take care of me when I am sick. The food grown at home also needs someone to take care of..."
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The mother ignored her son and waved several people into the house.
"Guests, please come in first. Are you both teachers at the school?"
Her eyes stayed on Chen Xing for a while, as if she was thinking about why the school teacher was so young. This boy looked younger than her own daughter, could he also be a teacher?
Chen Xing shook his head and said: "I'm not, I just came over to take a look and take pictures."
"Oh, come in first, come in first."
The mother didn't notice Teacher Zhang's displeasure at all and led several people into the house.
Chen Xing finally saw the inside of a Dai house.
Go upstairs along the stairs outside the house. As soon as you enter the house, you will see a large living room in front of you. There is a wooden sofa with pillows on it. Opposite the sofa is a thick color TV that looks a bit old.
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As for computers, air conditioning, etc., of course they are not available.
I probably won’t need it either.
There are some kitchen utensils on the right side, and there is a Buddha statue that should be gold-plated on one side against the wall.
The house is separated by wooden boards along the center line, and the bedrooms should be inside.
Mom politely invited a few people to sit down, with a simple smile on her face, not at all like the evil person Chen Xing imagined.
Song Xingwen sat down and then stood up and said: "My girl has to go to college. Mom, can you listen to me? She can pass the exam and there will be a bursary for the tuition. You are doing very bad to her future."
Chen Xing sat without saying a word.
He is just an audience.
He felt sorry for Song Shulan's situation and understood the thoughts of Song Xingwen and Teacher Zhang, but he still didn't understand why his seemingly reasonable mother would send her daughter, who was in her second year of high school and expected to go to college, to work.
