Zhou Xiu followed his father to the county police station, and cooperated in recording a statement.
After recording the statement, Zhou Cheng silently followed his daughter all the way home. 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'm studying in City C."
The teacher said pleasantly: "City C? This is a big city. Zhou Xiu, you should study hard! I said 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 is from your village. I used to play with you often. Please help me to ask why she dropped out of school..."
As Zhou Xiu listened, the smile on his face faded.
After the teacher finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Xiu's father with complicated eyes, "You parents..."
One or two let the girl in the family drop out of school, which is to cause trouble for the teacher. Obviously, the family conditions are not so difficult that they can't afford to study, and their thinking is still so feudal in what age.
Zhou Cheng was filled with displeasure when he heard it, and felt so ashamed that he could hardly raise his head.
…
When Zhou Xiu returned to the village, the books sent by Xi Shaoyuan were almost finished by the villagers, so the principal temporarily vacated a classroom to put the books out.
Because of this good deed of donating books, the village was full of excitement.
The village head never dreamed that it was a teenager who donated books to the village, and donated an entire library.
Before he came, the village didn't even know what a library was, let alone these brand-new books that couldn't be filled in a classroom.
The village chief couldn't even close his mouth with a smile, and his eyes were deeply wrinkled. He enthusiastically patted Zhou Xiu on the shoulder, "Xiu, uncle saw you right!"
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, they probably wouldn't have come to this kind of place in their life. The village chief knew this very well.
Zhou Xiu returned to the inn and went to Song Erhua's room. Then he took out the rag and wiped the table, and tidied up without saying a word.
The village chief's eyes fell on her, and the girl pursed her lips slightly and sat down without speaking. The sun fell on her thin body, and half of her face was in the shadow.
The village chief noticed that she was not in high spirits, and he sighed inaudibly when he thought of those things about Zhou Xiu's family.
"We all know about your family, they have gone too far. Xiu, don't worry, uncle is on your side this time..."
Village head Zhou picked up the rag, "Xiu, don't work, save it for Erhua to wipe later."
The village chief knew that Zhou Xiu was poor and had no money to study, so he would let her 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 cheerfully, "Uncle, you should go out and do some work first."
The village chief was paying attention to the books donated by Xi Shaoyuan, and before he could do many chores, he happily went out to organize the primary school library.
Zhou Xiu took out a crumpled piece of paper from her bosom, which she dug out from Song Erhua's room. On the paper was written the words "Application for Dropping Out of School", signed by Song Erhua.
Zhou Xiu called Song Erhua.
Song Erhua took the rag and wiped the table earnestly. After wiping the table, she fetched another basin of water, squatted down and hunched over, and carefully wiped the floor with a rag.
Her shoulders were slightly hunched, her face was stained with maturity and weather 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 that you have... some kind of competition next semester."
Song Erhua happily recalled the letter that Zhou Xiu wrote to her. There were so many things in the letter. Zhou Xiu wrote to Song Erhua in detail. In the letter, she wrote that she went to the competition, got full marks in the test, and that she won a scholarship...
Song Erhua pursed her lips. Zhou Xiu's writing was so detailed that she seemed to be able to imagine those happy and beautiful pictures when she closed her eyes.
"What about your academic performance last semester?" Zhou Xiu asked calmly.
Song Erhua's pursed mouth froze, and the expression on her face was not right.
She wrung out the rag, wiped the floor more vigorously, and tried her best to change the subject and said, "I heard from your father that you are amazing. Go to study quickly, and come back with a good score to piss off those dogs who look at people." low people…”
Zhou Xiu's entire face was in shadow, and she repeated her question tirelessly: "Let me ask you, what about your academic performance last semester?"
The smile on Song Erhua's face froze, and after a while, she said, "I didn't do well in the exam, so don't ask. I'm not as smart as you."
Zhou Xiu snatched the rag from Song Erhua's hand, took out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and threw it in front of her.
"Application for withdrawal from school" was written in large characters on the paper.
Song Erhua closed her mouth, she finally raised her head to look at Zhou Xiu, smiled silently, and said, "Hi—"
"I told you not to come into my room randomly. It's not polite at all. I don't need you to clean the room for me."
Zhou Xiu stared directly at Song Erhua, both puzzled and heartbroken, as if she had been thrown into a frying pan and cooked repeatedly.
She frowned deeply, "Why?"
After a long time, half of Song Erhua's face was in the shadows. She tore off the application form slowly, and tried hard to face Zhou Xiu with a smile, but she couldn't pull it out.
She pursed her lips and said, "Zhou Xiu, leave me alone."
Zhou Xiu got angry: "I ask you why!"
Song Erhua clenched his hands into fists and roared, "Don't fucking worry about me, you take care of yourself!"
She turned around and ran out of the inn.
The two shouted at each other, startling the scumbags on the other side of the inn who were watching the fun at the door. When Song Erhua ran past them in a hurry, he bumped into Du Feiyang.
Tidbits turned around and asked with a confused face, "Just now... Xiuxiu lost her temper?"
Tan Ming also noticed it, and Xu Qing heard it too.
The sun came out from the west, and these scumbags had never seen Zhou Xiu get angry. Even Jiang Xuechang's mother, who was so over the top, never made Zhou Xiu lose her temper.
Anger made Zhou Xiu blush from root to neck.
Yu Qingyan walked over, Zhou Xiu was bending over and picking up scraps of paper on the ground.
She found that Zhou Xiu's mood was not right, so she hesitated for a while, Yu Qingyan couldn't ask what happened, so she just said: "Xiu Xiu, let's go out and see the new library, they've finished it!"
Zhou Xiu silently picked up the shredded paper on the ground and put it in his pocket.
"You guys go."
Yu Qingyan pulled her out, and everyone went to see the new library of Xiushui Primary School.
The new library was temporarily squeezed out as a classroom, the light was dim and the space was cramped, and the bookshelves were purchased by Xi Shaoyuan. The brand-new books are neatly placed on the bookshelves, filling the whole room, and the air is filled with the aroma of book ink.
The villagers who helped move the books thanked them one after another.
Zhou Xiu usually went to the library, she looked around and frowned unconsciously.
Du Feiyang and the other low school students didn't realize it. Xu Qing glanced at it, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder made him feel uncomfortable.
After a while, Xu Qing said, "The books are not arranged like this."
A string of question marks slowly appeared on the face of the village chief, who was full of sense of accomplishment and joy: "..."
Xu Qing straightened her glasses, "The library is not just a room for storing books. How to classify books is very important knowledge, which is related to the management of borrowing in the future. It is more scientific to classify books according to the Chinese library book classification..."
"Without effective library management, the library will soon be deserted, and the books that were originally under-donated will also be wasted."
The principal of the elementary school heard this point of view and looked at the group of teenagers in amazement.
After hearing this long series of words, the village head felt pain in his head. He scratched the back of his head and said, "We didn't know we were so particular about it!"
When the villagers heard that the group of dolls had to move the books out of the bookshelves again, and rearranged them again, their brains throbbed with pain.
Xu Qing said halfway, "Forget it."
"Go back."
The dregs slapped their heads, Momo touched his chin, "No wonder... I always feel that something is wrong."
The scumbags said, "The squad leader is right!"
"Then here comes the question, monitor, do you understand book classification?"
Xu Qing simply admitted: "I don't understand."
Tan Ming couldn't help rolling his eyes, he took out his phone and started to search on Baidu.
Zhou Xiu found glue, double-sided tape, notebooks, and scissors, and she said, "I understand."
She directed the scumbags to move the table, and everyone cut paper and wrote labels in batches. Zhou Xiu asked someone to read the title of a local newspaper. She listened to it briefly, and quickly reported the labels that should be pasted. Her brain is like a sophisticated computer, displaying hundreds of classified labels one by one, without any confusion.
Xu Qing was in charge of reading the title of the book, "Three Hundred Tang Poems."
Zhou Xiu heard this and said, "I222.742-1."
Tan Ming also found a copy, "Zhu Guangqian's "Talking about Cultivation""
"B825-124."
Tidbits quickly wrote a label, and Yu Qingyan was in charge of pasting it up. After pasting it, Du Feiyang took the book and put it back on the shelf... Everyone was very busy, but they went around in an orderly manner.
In the narrow and cramped new library, apart from the rustling sound of paper-cutting, there are also a few voices of teenagers and girls who are not in a hurry. Xi Shaoyuan walked over and saw the scene inside, his eyes flickered slightly, his rationality made him subconsciously want to turn around and leave.
Jealousy made him stay.
He saw the tacit cooperation between Xu Qing and Zhou Xiu, which was really eye-catching. After a while, Xi Shaoyuan walked in, inserted himself between Xu Qing and Zhou Xiu, and sat directly beside Zhou Xiu.
Xu Qing's voice of reading the title suddenly paused, "..."
Tidbits held the pen and waited for a long time before Zhou Xiu reported the classification number. She couldn't help urging: "Squad leader, you read it."
Xi Shaoyuan took several books, "Andersen's Fairy Tales, Collection of Chinese Folk Tales, Stories of Traditional Chinese Virtue..."
The voice is neither fast nor slow, clear and mellow, mixed with a trace of hoarseness unique to the juvenile voice change period, and beat the famous male announcer of Yude Broadcasting Station.
The girls were delighted and elated.
Zhou Xiu also quickly reported the serial number of the classification label.
Time passed by in the midst of busyness, and it was soon evening in the blink of an eye. Song Erhua cooked 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 talking about stars, Xi Shaoyuan's watch, and tasty food…
Happy as a person of two worlds. Song Erhua looked at it enviously for a long time, and reminded: "Eat, the meal is ready."
The dregs of the students stopped the discussion when they heard the words. They were hungry after a busy day, and ran back to the inn happily for dinner.
Song Erhua walked into the new library, touched the brand new books, and put them back.