Jiangdong Province, Ganzhou area.

Jiangdong Province is a very magical province, and its presence in the country is usually very low, but once the characteristics of this province are mentioned, everyone will suddenly realize it.

For example, everything can be traced around Jiangdong.

Oh, I understand, what kind of place is this? Of course I don’t mean to despise it, I just want to make fun of me.

There is another famous place in Jiangdong Province. It was once the red capital and an old revolutionary base. It has a very glorious history.

However, the old revolutionary areas were a complimentary term in the past, but in 1990, it was a sad term, because the old revolutionary areas often meant inconvenient transportation, economic difficulties, poverty and backwardness.

Therefore, people across the country are willing to support the old areas and want to build them better.

Xie Shuhao is 33 years old, and his workplace is a certain daily newspaper in the capital.

Although it has been 10 years since he graduated from school, and although his work unit and living environment are very good, Xie Shuhao has always been passionate and wants to make some contributions to the poor old areas.

No, Xie Shuhao raised a sum of funds and school supplies this time and sent them all the way to the Ganzhou area of ​​Jiangdong Province.

There is a Baoshishan Hope Primary School here, which is the school where he was paired up. Xie Shuhao has been silently helping the poor students here to have books, get out of the mountains, and change their own destiny.

"Thank you reporter, thank you, thank you for your donation."

The old principal Huang Ziren firmly shook the hand of the young reporter in front of him, his whole face was full of excitement. 5,000 yuan in cash and a lot of supplies were enough to support this mountainous primary school for a while.

"Principal Huang, you're so polite. These money and materials were donated by everyone, not just me. Today I walked around and saw the sound of reading in the classroom of Baoshishan Primary School. I think I should be grateful.

This is due to the hard work of you and so many teachers.”

Xie Shuhao does good deeds without any expectation of reward, so he has no intention of taking credit.

"By the way, Principal Huang, are there any particularly difficult children in the school now? I happen to have a few friends around me who want to pair up."

Principal Huang smacked his lips upon hearing this:

"There are quite a lot of children with difficult conditions, but when it comes to the one who needs the most help, there is such a child. However, her situation is quite special. She not only needs academic help, but also medical help."

"Medically?" Xie Shuhao nodded lightly:

"Is this student seriously ill?"

Principal Huang looked at his worn-out Shanghai watch and stood up:

"Well, thank you reporter, come with me to this student's home. You will understand after you see it."

Xie Shuhao's mind was filled with questions. As a reporter, his strong sense of curiosity made him stand up quickly: "Okay, let's go and have a look."

The two of them walked out of the school one after another and walked towards Daqingsi Village. They could only walk because the village was not yet open to traffic.

When they first entered the village, the villagers greeted Principal Huang enthusiastically when they saw him coming: "Principal Huang, you are here to visit your home again."

"Hello everyone, I'm coming to Wenxiang's house to see you."

When some children nearby heard the name Wenxiang, they shouted: "Looking for horse-faced people, looking for horse-faced people~~~~"

After hearing this, Reporter Xie wondered whether this little girl’s nickname is “Mian”? What’s so special about it?

An hour later, Principal Huang and Reporter Xie appeared in front of a dilapidated house.

The house is really dilapidated. Not only are the walls made of yellow mud, but the black tiles on the roof are obviously missing and have not been repaired. It’s not just that it’s raining heavily outside but it’s raining lightly inside.

The sides of the house are also supported by a few logs. Obviously, they will collapse if they don't support the walls. It is simply a dangerous house.

However, neither Principal Huang nor Reporter Xie were surprised, because such houses are not an exception in this poor mountain village, but a common phenomenon.

Xie Shuhao is obviously more concerned about what is going on with this special student?

"Principal Huang, is this the student's home?"

Principal Huang nodded: "Yes, it's right here. Even though the door is closed now, the students I'm talking about must be at home."

Reporter Xie joked: "Principal Huang is still Zhuge Kongming, he can tell where the students are with just a pinch of his hands."

Principal Huang did not laugh. Instead, he sighed: "It's not that I can do math, but it's simply impossible for this student to go out and not be able to go out."

Reporter Xie asked more questions and thought, is this paralysis?

"Wenxiang, is Wenxiang at home?"

After a while, a weak little girl's voice came from inside, and her voice was unclear.

"Who? Dad is not here."

Principal Huang's voice became gentler after hearing this: "It's me, Principal Huang. I brought an uncle from the capital to see you today."

"Oh, principal, wait..." The voice from inside the door was still unclear.

After a while, the door creaked open, and the curious reporter Xie opened his eyes wide, wanting to see what was so special about this student.

The first thing that caught his eye was a red dress, and the red dress was placed on the student's head, covering his entire head.

Why do we need red clothes and Baotou? Is this a Hakka custom?

As a northern reporter, Xie Shuhao had more and more questions in his mind, and then he frowned again because he saw the student in red clothes and hijab groping around the door with his hands.

"Principal, guest, sit down!"

Reporter Xie asked Principal Huang quietly: "Why did she wear a piece of clothing to cover her head? Isn't it because she can't even see clearly when walking?"

Principal Huang pursed his lips: "She is blind."

When reporter Xie heard this, he really wanted to slap himself in the face, so he quickly held the little girl's arm and said, "Come on, sit down too, be careful of touching her."

Unexpectedly, the little girl quickly withdrew her hand and looked very guarded, which made Reporter Xie extremely embarrassed.

Principal Huang smiled and held the student's hand:

"Wenxiang, please sit down too. The uncle just now is a big reporter from the capital. He is the kind of reporter who writes articles and publishes them in newspapers. He may be able to help you, so don't be afraid. By the way, where is your mother?"

"Mom, lying inside..."

Principal Huang explained:

"Her mother suffered a stroke last year and has limited mobility. She can only lie in bed every day. Her father is a rice processor and pulls a machine to thresh rice in a nearby village every day to make money. Don't look at Wenxiang, but she can't even see her.

She cooked it, it’s very difficult for this child.”

Having said this, Reporter Xie seemed very serious on the surface.

But I thought: He is just an ordinary poor student. He is not much different from other children from poor families. At most, he is blind and his mother is paralyzed.

His professional habits make him think about whether he can attract the attention of readers and well-wishers.

Obviously, even if such families and such poor students were published in newspapers, they would not get much attention because there are too many such poor students.

If the news value is not high, well-meaning people willing to lend a helping hand will not appear, and it does not seem to be of much help.

Principal Huang did not pay attention to reporter Xie's face, but continued to say to the little girl in a gentle voice:

"Wenxiang, your condition is quite special. I'm afraid it would be difficult to treat you with your family's situation, so I invited reporters to my home. If you believe me, I want to take off your clothes and show them to reporters.

OK?"

The little girl in red clothes was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slightly: "I believe it, principal."

Principal Huang gently touched the student's head through his clothes, then looked at Reporter Xie and said solemnly:

"Thank you reporter, no matter what you see, don't make a fuss when you come over. My student is suffering from a disease that can be cured."

Reporter Xie swallowed his saliva. Reporters are very sensitive. He immediately realized that the head and face of the little girl under the red dress must be unusual, so he also prepared himself mentally.

Principal Huang gently opened the little girl's red dress, and reporter Xie's eyes widened even more.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and if he hadn't been glared at by Principal Huang, he couldn't help but scream. So this is what "horse face" means?

I saw that this little girl named "Wenxiang" had no normal facial features at all, and the part where her nose used to be had a huge lump protruding forward, like dough.

The eyelids were propped up, with a lump protruding, but due to the deformation of the face, the eyes were pushed to both sides of the face, and the eyeballs also protruded weirdly, but they were blind.

You can see the nostrils, which are very small, like two small holes.

The text is abstract. If readers want to imagine, just imagine what the "horse face" looks like, then what the little girl in front of them looks like.

Reporter Xie covered her mouth tightly, but in panic she still took a few steps back and knocked over a bamboo chair at her feet.

When Principal Huang saw it, he let out a long sigh and covered the student with the red dress. There was indescribable distress and disappointment in his eyes.

Reporter Xie quickly stood up straight and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

At this time, the child's father, Wang Atu, happened to be back. When he entered the door, he was still surprised when he saw a stranger. When he saw it was Principal Huang, he quickly ran a few steps:

"Principal Huang, why are you here? Sit down quickly. Wenxiang, pour some water for Principal Huang and this guest."

Principal Huang nodded at Xie Wenhao next to him:

"I brought a reporter from the capital with me this time. You can call me reporter Xie. I just want to see if I can use the power of newspapers to help kind people help Wenxiang."

Xie Wenhao was actually in shock, but he was able to break away, so he quickly introduced himself:

"Hello, comrade, I am from XX Daily, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a scream, followed by the soft pop of a hot water bottle falling to the ground.

Principal Huang, Xie reporter, and Wang Atu turned around to look, and they were all scared out of their wits.

When Wang Atu got home, he asked his daughter to pour water.

Logically speaking, pouring water should not be done by a blind girl, but Wang Wenxiang usually cooks rice, so pouring water is a trivial matter.

But today, she was unlucky. The bamboo chair that reporter Xie kicked down before was lying halfway across the road. The little girl was groping as she walked in the room, accidentally stepped on the foot of the chair, and then she fell forward.

It was so hard that it hit the sharp corner of the earthen stove.
Chapter completed!