However, how many people know that behind this bustling world, there are so many people living in such an environment?
While passing by a house, Fang Zheng heard the old man crying and He Ming's comforting voice. Although Fang Zheng had never learned the local dialect, he could listen to the language of all living things, and dialects were naturally among them.
"Captain He, it was unjust that our old man left... Wuwuwu, why do you think he just left like this? He climbed the ladder all his life, but in the end... Wuwu..."
He Ming whispered: "Auntie, don't cry. Aren't we still there when uncle is gone? We will come to see you and accompany you often. Look, this is the hairpin I brought you. How beautiful it is. Wait
Your little granddaughter is back, you can give it to her."
"Thank you, thank you Captain He, you are a good person, I'd better not come here again."
"Why?"
"This road is only for people. Good people should live a long life..."
Listening to these words, Fangzheng felt sad. Honghaier also remained silent...
Continuing to walk forward, Fang Zheng heard a burst of crazy laughter. When he heard the sound, which sounded like a machine gun, he must have been Yao Yuxin. For this girl who was a little crazy and didn't do things very carefully, Fang Zheng still wanted a little bit.
It meant to avoid. But then he heard the laughter of an old man, and he was curious about what this girl had done to make the old man so happy.
With Red Boy, he sneaked over and leaned on the wall to look inside. He happened to see Yao Yuxin jumping up and down there, gesticulating and telling stories with exaggerated expressions and exaggerated movements. But the old man
But he couldn't help but laugh from ear to ear.
"Master, what are you doing?" At this moment, a question came from behind, frightening Fangzheng and Honghai'er to the point where they almost fell down. When they looked back, it was the dance teacher, a boy with glasses, his name was Ma Haomiao.
"Donor Ma, the poor monk is looking at Donor Yao. Her movements are so strange." Fang Zheng didn't know how to describe it.
Hong Hai'er said directly: "He acted like a madman."
Ma Haomiao smiled immediately after hearing this and said: "Yao Yuxin, she..." Speaking of this, Ma Haomiao sighed, and his face became a little solemn, and said: "Actually, Yao Yuxin was not like this before."
Fangzheng was stunned, and Honghai'er asked curiously: "What was she like before?"
"Let's talk while walking. If she hears it, I will be in trouble." Ma Haomiao led Fang Zheng and Honghai'er said as they walked: "I also heard what the captain said. Yao Yuxin used to be like Sister Liu, ten
A quiet girl. But later, something happened to her family, and her grandmother, who loved her most, passed away. Since then, she has become depressed. Captain He Ming saw her like this, so he took the initiative to invite her to join our volunteer team.
.Maybe she regards the old people here as her grandma. She said that what she owes her grandma is companionship and laughter. So every time she comes here, she will try her best to accompany these old people, chat and amuse them.
They laugh.
And some old people are old and hard of hearing. She works hard to make her voice louder and louder. Some old people don't have good eyesight, so she works hard to make her smile more exaggerated. She even goes to school specially.
I learned drama from a teacher for a while.
In order to always have something to talk about and never be silent, she kept talking like she was pouring beans almost every day. In three months, her whole person became like this. To be honest, it was okay if I didn't know her before, but if I knew her, it would be difficult to recognize her.
The two people are connected. In the past, she spoke in a low voice, smiled without showing her teeth, and was easily shy... Now... she is simply a tomboy, a hero among women." Ma Haomiao said with a bitter smile.
On the way back, the way Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er looked at Yao Yuxin also changed. If they came here, they were a little evasive about this woman who was a little nervous, talked endlessly, behaved a little exaggeratedly, and even liked to meddle in other people's business.
If they can't avoid being stared at, then on the way back, the two of them no longer look at her with any colored glasses. At least in their hearts, she is a girl worthy of respect, a good and enthusiastic girl.
Returning to Daili Village, the last stop for volunteers is Daili Hope Primary School in Daili Village. No one knows who donated this primary school. They only know that it was built by a kind person. The school is not big, with only two rooms.
Classroom, and a teacher's residence.
The last batch of water given by volunteers was given to the school, where the children go to class every day and need water the most.
There are a total of twelve children, each with a bottle of water, which is today's amount.
Fang Zheng stood on the side and watched. The volunteers were obviously very familiar with this job. They chatted with the children one by one like friends, played games, and gave them water. They did not feel at all that this was charity.
Theirs was more like a gift from friends. Seeing this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but admire: "This is someone who really does charity." Speaking of this, Fang Zheng thought of Jing Yan, the girl who did it in the first place.
You wouldn't do this for charity...it's not professional at all!
But the most difficult thing was Hong Hai'er, who was dragged into the children by Yao Yuxin and played hide and seek with the handkerchief. Hong Hai'er didn't look very old, but he was actually quite old. Playing this kind of game, he felt like he was going to collapse!
However, I have to play again, because there is a thief who is always ready to make a big move! He has become the dead fellow Taoist again...
Fang Zheng sat on the edge and watched this scene with a smile, but soon, Fang Zheng saw some children hiding the water secretly. For example, Dachengzi, Huzi, and the little girl who climbed the mountain first, all
He secretly hid the water in his little cloth bag.
"Huzi, your lips are so dry, why don't you drink water?" the attentive Sister Liu asked with concern.
Huzi shook his head and said, "I've been drinking, and I'm like this. My lips are particularly easy to crack."
"Dacheng, Qiuqiu, where are you two? Are your lips prone to chapped lips?" Sister Liu asked somewhat unhappily.
After all, Dachengzi was old and thick-skinned. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes."
Qiuqiu has obviously never lied, and is a little nervous and scared.
Sister Liu knew that her tone was harsh, so she stepped forward and said, "Qiuqiu, tell Auntie, why don't you drink water?"
Qiuqiu thought Sister Liu was going to blame herself, so she burst into tears and shouted in a tearful tone: "Aunt Liu, Qiuqiu is wrong, Qiuqiu... Qiuqiu... just thought... thought... grandma hasn't drunk at home yet.
Here’s the water, I want to give it to grandma to drink.”
Sister Liu burst into tears when she heard this. She patted Qiuqiu on the shoulder and said, "Qiuqiu, be good, just drink water. Grandma's place, the aunts have already sent them water."
"Auntie, our grandma is always reluctant to drink water, saying that the water at home is expensive. We also want to save more water for her, so that she will drink more..." Qiuqiu's brother pulled the corner of his clothes and said.