Zhou Xiu followed her father to the public security bureau in the county and cooperated to record a statement.
After recording the confession, Zhou Cheng silently followed his daughter home all the way. When passing by the county middle school, Zhou Xiu's former teacher happened to meet the father and daughter.
The teacher greeted Zhou Xiu warmly and asked with concern: "Zhou Xiu, are you still studying?"
Zhou Xiu nodded, "I am studying in City C." The
teacher said in surprise: "City C, this is a big city, Zhou Xiu, you But study hard! I said that you are so smart, it's a pity not to study." The
teacher chatted with Zhou Xiu for a while, and mentioned something to Zhou Xiu by the way, she said, "Erhua belongs to your village, I saw that you used to play together a lot. You help me ask her why she dropped out of school..."
Zhou Xiu listened, the smile on her face faded.
After the teacher finished speaking, she looked at Zhou Xiu's father with complicated eyes, "You parents..."
One or two of the girls in the family dropped out of school, just to cause trouble for the teacher. Obviously, the family's conditions were not so difficult that they couldn't afford to read, and no matter the age, their thoughts were still so feudal.
Zhou Cheng's heart was full of disgust, and he was ashamed in his heart, and he could hardly raise his head.
When
Zhou Xiu returned to the village, the books that Xi Shaoyuan had sent had been almost cleaned up by the villagers, and the principal temporarily vacated a classroom to put the books.
Because of this book donation, the village was lively.
The village chief never dreamed that it was a teenager who donated books to the village, and even donated an entire library.
Before he came, the village didn't even know what a library was, not to mention these brand-new books that couldn't be filled in one classroom.
The village chief laughed so hard that his mouth could not be closed, and his eyes were deeply creased. He patted Zhou Xiu on the shoulder enthusiastically, "Xiu, Uncle did not see you wrong!"
Although these books were donated by the rich young master Xi, if Zhou Xiu hadn't been there, if Zhou Xiu hadn't remembered the people in the village, I'm afraid they would never have come to such a place in this life. The village chief knew this very clearly.
Zhou Xiu returned to the inn and went to Song Erhua's room. Then take out the rag to wipe the table, and clean up the hygiene without saying a word.
The village chief's gaze fell on her. The girl pursed her lips slightly and sat down without speaking. The sun fell on her thin body, and half of her face fell into shadow.
The village chief noticed that she was not in high spirits, and he sighed indifferently when he remembered the events of Zhou Xiu's family.
"We all know about your family, they have gone too far. Xiu, don't worry, this time Uncle is on your side..."
Village Chief Zhou picked up the rag, "Xiu, stop working, stay here. Let Erhua wait for it to be wiped."
Knowing that Zhou Xiu was poor and had no money to study, the village chief would ask her to work part-time at the inn every winter and summer vacation to earn some pocket money to subsidize her. This time is no exception.
Zhou Xiu said eagerly, "Uncle, you should go out and do some work first." The
village chief was paying attention to the books donated by Xi Shaoyuan. He had not had time to do many chores, so he happily went out to organize the primary school library.
Zhou Xiu took out a crumpled piece of paper from her arms, which she had dug out from Song Erhua's room. The words "Application for Dropping Out" were written on the paper, and the signature was Song Erhua.
Zhou Xiu called Song Erhua.
Song Erhua took the rag and wiped the table earnestly. After wiping the table, she filled a basin of water again, squatted down, hunched her waist, and carefully wiped the floor with a rag.
Her shoulders were slightly hunched, her face was stained with maturity and frost that did not match her age, but her mouth was slightly pursed.
"Xiu, let me do this kind of rough work in the future, hurry up and study! I heard from you, you have... what competition next semester."
Song Erhua happily recalled the letter Zhou Xiu wrote to her. There was a lot of content in the letter. Zhou Xiu wrote it to Song Erhua in great detail. In the letter, she wrote that she went to the competition, got perfect marks in the exam, and that she won the scholarship...
Song Erhua sipped . Mouth, Zhou Xiu wrote in too much detail, and when you close your eyes, you can imagine those happy and beautiful pictures.
"What about your academic performance last semester?" Zhou Xiu asked calmly.
Song Erhua's pursed mouth froze, and the expression on her face was wrong.
She wringed out the rag, wiped the floor more vigorously, and tried her best to get back to the topic and said, "I heard from your father, Xiu, you are amazing. You go to study, and when you pass the test, come back and be mad at those gangsters. A low person..."
Zhou Xiu's whole face fell into a shadow, she repeatedly asked, "I ask you, what was your academic performance last semester?"
The smile on Song Erhua's face froze, and after a while, she froze. Said: "I didn't do well in the test, don't ask. I'm not as smart as you."
Zhou Xiu took the rag from Song Erhua's hand, took out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and threw it in front of her.
On the paper were written "Application for Dropping Out" in large letters.
Song Erhua closed her mouth, she finally raised her head and glanced at Zhou Xiu, smiled silently, and said, "Hey—"
"I told you not to mess around in my room, it's not polite at all. I don't need you to help me. Clean the room."
Zhou Xiu looked directly at Song Erhua, puzzled and sad, her whole heart felt as if she had fallen into a frying pan and was repeatedly cooked and fried.
She frowned deeply, "Why?"
After a long time, half of Song Erhua's face fell into the shadows. She slowly tore up the application form and tried her best to face Zhou Xiu with a smile, but she couldn't smile.
She pursed her lips and said, "Zhou Xiu, leave me alone." Zhou Xiu became angry
: "I ask you why!"
Song Erhua clenched her hands into fists and shouted, "Don't give a fuck about me, take care of yourself!"
She turned around and ran out of the inn.
The two roared at each other, startling the scumbag who was watching the excitement at the other end of the inn, and when Song Erhua hurried past them, they bumped into Du Feiyang.
The tidbit turned around and asked with a bewildered face, "Just now... Xiuxiu lost her temper?"
Tan Ming also noticed it, and Xu Qing also heard it.
The sun came out from the west, and these scumbags had never seen Zhou Xiu get angry. Even Senior Jiang's mother, who was such an excessive person, did not make Zhou Xiu lose his temper.
Anger made Zhou Xiu red all the way from the root to the neck.
Yu Qingyan walked over, Zhou Xiu bent over and was picking up scraps of paper on the ground.
She found that Zhou Xiu was in a wrong mood and hesitated for a while. Yu Qingyan didn't want to ask what happened, she just said, "Xiu Xiu, let's go out and see the new library, they've done it!"
Zhou Xiu was silent. Picked up the shredded paper on the ground and put it in his pocket.
"You go."
Yu Qingyan pulled her out, and everyone went to see the new library of Xiushui Elementary School.
The new library was temporarily squeezed out of a classroom, with dim light and cramped space. The bookshelves were purchased by Xi Shaoyuan. Brand new books were neatly placed on the shelves, filling the room, and the air was filled with the scent of book ink.
The villagers who helped move the books thanked them one after another.
Zhou Xiu usually runs to the library. She looked around and frowned unconsciously.
Du Feiyang and several other scumbags were completely unaware, Xu Qing glanced at it, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder made him feel uncomfortable.
After a long while, Xu Qing said, "Books are not arranged like this."
A series of question marks slowly appeared on the face of the village chief who was full of sense of achievement and full of joy: "..."
Xu Qing straightened his glasses, "The library is not just a room for storing books. How to classify and place books is a very important knowledge. It is related to the management of borrowing in the future. It is more scientific to classify books according to the Chinese library book classification method..."
"Without effective book management, the library will soon be abandoned, and the books that were originally donated will be wasted."
The principal of the primary school heard this and glanced at the group of teenagers in amazement.
When the village chief heard this long series of words, his brain swelled. He scratched the back of his head and said, "How could we be so particular about it!" When the
villagers heard that the group of dolls had to remove the books from the bookshelf and tidy them up again, their brains throbbed with pain.
Xu Qing said halfway through, "Forget it."
"You go back." The
scumbags patted their heads and touched their chins. "No wonder... I always feel that something is wrong." The
scumbags said, "The monitor That's right!"
"Then the question is, do you understand the book classification method?"
Xu Qing simply admitted: "I don't know."
Tan Ming couldn't help rolling his eyes, he took out his mobile phone and started a Baidu search.
Zhou Xiu found glue, double-sided tape, a notebook, and scissors. She said, "I understand."
She directed the scumbags to move to the table. Everyone cut paper and wrote labels in batches. Zhou Xiu asked a local to sign up the book title. , she listened for a while, and quickly reported the label that should be posted. Her brain is like a sophisticated computer, displaying the labels of hundreds of categories one by one without any confusion.
Xu Qing was in charge of reading the title of the book, ""Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty"."
Zhou Xiu heard it and said, "I222.742-1
.
" "
The tidbits were quickly labeled, and Yu Qingyan was in charge of sticking them. After the stickers were done, Du Feiyang took the book and returned it to the bookshelf... Everyone was very busy, and they turned around in an orderly manner.
In the cramped and cramped new library, in addition to the sound of paper-cutting, there were also the unhurried voices of several teenagers and girls. Xi Shaoyuan walked over and saw the scene inside, his eyes flickered slightly, and his reason made him want to turn away subconsciously.
Jealousy made him stay.
He saw the scene where Xu Qing and Zhou Xiu cooperated tacitly, which was really eye-catching. After a while, Xi Shaoyuan walked in, inserted himself between Xu Qing and Zhou Xiu, and sat directly next to Zhou Xiu.
Xu Qing's voice of reading the title of the book suddenly stopped, "..."
After waiting for a long time for the trivia, holding the pen, she could not wait for the classification number of Zhou Xiubao. She couldn't help but urged: "Squad leader, you are reading it."
Xi Shaoyuan took a few books, "Andersen's Fairy Tales," "Chinese Folk Tales," "Traditional Chinese Virtue Stories"..." The
voice is slow and slow, clear and mellow, mixed with a little hoarseness unique to the juvenile voice change period, and the Yude Broadcasting Station is famous male broadcaster.
The girls were delighted and delighted to hear that.
Zhou Xiu also quickly reported the serial number of the classification label.
Time passed little by little in the midst of busyness, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening. Song Erhua finished the meal and went to the elementary school to inform everyone to eat.
Song Erhua walked to the window of the new library. Through the window, everyone was chatting with you and me. After finishing their work, several beautiful girls were enthusiastically discussing celebrities, Xi Shaoyuan's watch, and discussing Delicious food...
as happy as two worlds. Song Erhua watched enviously for a long time, and reminded, "Let's eat, the meal is ready." The
scumbags stopped discussing after hearing this. They were so hungry that they had been busy all day and ran back to the inn for dinner in high spirits.
Song Erhua walked into the new library, touched the brand-new books, and put them back.