Day by day in the infinite game

"He seemed to be crying."

Tang Qinqin whispered in Song Yuanze's ear.

He didn't notice that her ears, which had just come into close contact, turned red instantly.

Song Yuanze blinked uncomfortably, his heart pounding like a deer, his heart beating loudly.

"Why are you looking at me? I want you to look at the village chief!" Later, he felt the hot gaze that had been falling on him. Tang Qinqin felt ashamed and annoyed and glared at him angrily.

Villagers who heard the loudspeaker broadcast came to the village head one after another to gather.

How to distribute the items is the village chief's business, and "outsiders" cannot interfere. So the two of them stood aside with the truck driver to act as mascots. They only waited for the village chief to finish his speech before working part-time as porters to unload the items from the truck.

The little old village chief looked very naughty, but his prestige in the village was not small. He only coughed lightly with his hands behind his back, and the lively discussion below suddenly stopped and became silent. Everyone raised their heads and looked forward obediently.

After briefly explaining the situation, the little old man waved his hand to dismiss the meeting, and the old people lined up in an orderly manner.

The trio of mascots watched in amazement.

Tang Qinqin noticed that although these left-behind elderly people looked thin and wore ordinary clothes, they were all very energetic. Even the elderly people with physical disabilities had beaming smiles on their faces.

Huh? Is it their arrival that makes these old people so happy, or is it the wrong way to open it?

You can tell with your toes that this full energy cannot be gathered in a moment.

This can only show that even though this is a village that lacks the vitality of young people, even though it lags far behind the rapidly developing urban living standards, and even though there are still various shortcomings, the spiritual life of the old people in this village is

They are full of vitality, energy, and faith. Their presence breaks the three people's inherent impression of the elderly left behind in the countryside.

I couldn't help but look at the little old man who had a smug look on his face at the moment. I really couldn't tell that beneath this "greedy and money-obsessed" appearance, he actually hid a lot of ability and was a popular person.

Song Yuanze stood aside. The old people in front of him gave him a familiar and friendly feeling. After observing with doubt for a while, he finally understood where this strange feeling of familiarity came from.

These old men are most likely their senior comrades. Most of them still retain the memories and habits of the military green that was once full of blood and glory.

That spine that cannot be bent even by the passage of time, that clear and sharp gaze, that inadvertently revealed posture and movement...

He couldn't help but look back and looked for the village chief.

This seemingly thin and frail little old man is actually quite extraordinary.

Several playful children ran over and looked at the excitement here with wide eyes.

They are also thin, but compared to these old people, they appear much plumper.

It's obvious that these naughty guys, who have no control over everything, have received more care.

However, Tang Qinqin subconsciously looked at his phone, and then looked up at the clear-eyed child next to him in confusion.

"Hey kids, is it your school vacation now?"

Tang Qinqin first thought of the reason why school-age children who were attending school did not show up in class.

The little boy, who was as tall as Tang Qinqin's waist, blinked innocently at Tang Qinqin and said nothing.

He is a good and obedient boy, but the village chief uncle told him not to talk to strangers.

Although the sister in front of me is very beautiful, she doesn't look like a bad person.

Tang Qinqin also seemed to be so lucky that he realized the problem, so he gave up continuing to "embarrass" the children, and instead took Song Yuanze to find the village chief.

After hearing the question, the little old man squinted his eyes to hide the cunning glint in his eyes.

However, Song Yuanze could clearly see his little actions and emotions.

He stood calmly next to Tang Qinqin, his eyes mostly focused on his girlfriend, looking extremely harmless.

The little old man glanced at him several times in confusion, but couldn't find anything wrong. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that the sharp look that could almost see through people's hearts just now was really not the kid in front of him?

"In fact, not many children in the village go to school." The little old man looked downcast. "The children's parents go to work outside, and few of them are taken with them. Those who stay are lucky enough to be able to follow their grandparents.

, grandparents, some can only adapt to independent life early on their own, or the older one can take care of the younger one and depend on each other."

As he spoke, he used his sleeve to wipe the corners of his eyes where there were no tears.

Tang Qinqin and Song Yuanze couldn't help but twitch their lips.

This little old man is a dramatist!

"Those who can go to school are those from better-off families, but you have also seen that the living conditions in our mountains and valleys are like this. How many children can have good conditions? Most children do not have the opportunity to go to school, or how many years have they studied?

I was forced to drop out of school..."

"The oldest of the children left behind in the village is twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest is just over one year old. Well, that tall boy over there is the brother of the one-year-old baby. Both his parents have gone out to work.

He has to take care of his younger brother and his little sister who has just been weaned."

"Actually, there are literacy classes composed of us old men and women taking turns teaching them every day. After all, knowledge is power, and the children are the hope of the future. This is the only effort we can make..."

Tang Qinqin, who was feeling sour in his heart, unconsciously turned red in his eyes.

Xu was already deeply invested in his feelings, and the village chief also truly joined the red-eyed team. Even inexplicably, Tang and Song became slightly hunched when they saw his straight back.

Even though he had already guessed that the little old man in front of him wanted to play the emotional card to steal their wool, the fact was exactly what he said. Tang Qinqin could see the expectation and disappointment in the eyes of the children around him when the village chief talked about going to school.

As for the little old man's appearance of being a money-obsessed philistine, Tang Qinqin simply ignored it and even felt a little cute in it.

This bad old man who is a dramatist is actually doing it to benefit the children in the village.

Although the state and all sectors of society have many support measures and welfare subsidies for left-behind elderly people and children, in our vast land, there are still some remote places with limited information, lagging development, and backward educational conditions.

Even the children in Dashan Village who can go to school have to travel long distances every day to study in the only school in the town.

In that school, there were only five or six teachers and even the principal.

The left-behind elderly people in Dashan Village refused to accept their fate and followed the little old village leader to tinker with handicrafts. With their own efforts, they have supported three school-age children to study in the classroom. Although it is a drop in the bucket compared to the number of children left in the village, but

After all, I saw hope.