to comfort the sun

On the campus of Chaoyang Primary School hidden in the mountain village, a row of online media vehicles parked on the open space that can barely be called a playground.

They were all invited by Mrs. Zhao to take pictures and write articles for charity activities and interviews at a high price.

Doing charity is originally a public welfare activity, but over time, people suddenly discovered its usable value one day, and this activity became intriguing.

The chief planner of the interview activity walked to the open space with the camera in his arms, and began to direct: "After the photos in the book corner are taken, come to the playground. Put those activity facilities in the middle, and the students go to play."

It is the teacher of the school who moved things. It is not the first time that this kind of superficial work has been done, and I don’t think there is any sacrifice in class time. Once the things are arranged, I will organize the students to go in and have fun. I am like a pole next to me. Like a pestle, it acts as a background cloth.

Occasionally follow the reporter's wishes and put on a few actions to interact with the students.

After taking a few photos, the reporter muttered to the viewfinder a little dissatisfied: "This thing is a bit too new, why don't you let them play with it for a while before taking pictures...Come on, let's do the interview first."

He waved to the side: "Hey, teacher, where is the little girl doing the interview?"

Not long after, a girl was brought over by the teacher.

The girl was still wearing a thin jacket that had been washed and faded, and her yellow-black skin had not been maintained all year round. Even in this weather, there was still a faint layer of plateau red floating on her cheeks.

She looks quite upright, with a nose and eyes, but what stands out the most is her jet-black hair, a braid that hangs vertically at her waist, with a translucent red ribbon tied at the end, following her The pace swayed from side to side.

As long as it is a girl, there will always be a need to dress up.

The girl bowed to the reporter: "Hello, Reporter Chen."

Reporter Chen raised his eyelids. He knew that he would be interviewing a student this time, but he had never met this student before. He only knew that it was the one who had received the funding quota.

As a primary school donated by a charity organization, outstanding graduates every year have the opportunity to receive funding from some social people through the organization, and this funding will continue until their university.

However, the number of subsidized places is limited, and generally speaking, they are selected based on grades and family circumstances.

Among the students who are about to graduate from this elementary school this year, there are three recipients of funding, including two boys and a girl. The boys had already done interviews two days ago, and now this girl is the only one left.

"Hello, little sister." Reporter Chen greeted her routinely, and then signaled the photographer to stand up with his eyes, "What's your name? How old are you this year?"

The girl said in straight Mandarin, "My name is Wang Yuannan, and I am 13 years old."

Reporter Chen was stunned when he heard her name, and asked word by word: "Wang Yuannan?"

The big photographer next to him sneakily reminded: "That's right."

Reporter Chen opened his mouth, and was amused by the way she spoke after realizing it: "Nan Nan, don't be nervous, we are just recording, if you make a mistake, you can record it again."

Wang Yuannan nodded: "Okay uncle, but, uncle, can you not call me Nannan?"

Reporter Chen asked: "Why?"

Wang Yuannan lowered his head and only said, "...it doesn't sound good."

A 13-year-old girl has just entered puberty and has gradually developed her own ideas, which is also normal.

Reporter Chen smiled, but didn't take it seriously, and continued to ask questions according to the previously written process.

The interview process was a bit boring. Facing the "gun barrel", Wang Yuannan's expression didn't look like he was doing a simple interview, but was tense and relaxed as if he was about to die heroically.

"What... are you doing over there?"

Qiu Yun followed Wang Guixi to the place where Wang Li wrestled, and happened to see Wang Yuannan doing the interview from the corridor.

"Interview." Wang Guixi said.

Qiu Yun: "..."

She is not blind.

Qiu Yun walked out of the teaching building, and two students stumbled and ran past her field of vision.

"...Thank you uncles and aunts for helping me. From now on, I will continue to study hard, listen to the adults, and be a useful person to society when I grow up."

I don't know what the reporter asked. When Qiu Yun approached, he only heard this half of the sentence. It was very official, and he probably had memorized the script in advance.

When Wang Yuannan was talking, the camera would always be facing her face, and the reporter would guide her with expressions behind the camera.

When Wang Yuannan finished reciting the manuscript, reporter Chen directed the camera: "Hey...it's pretty good, there should be enough material."

Qiu Yun looked back at Wang Guixi: "Students still have private interviews?"

Wang Guixi rubbed her hands together: "She is a student receiving independent funding, so..."

"Principal Wang, it's just right, I'll take a picture for you." Reporter Chen saw Wang Guixi as soon as he turned his head, "Go, call the other two little boys over."

The cameraman ran over carrying the machine and pushed Qiu Yun aside.

Sun Fuzhou on the other end of the headset heard the movement here, and was a little curious: "What's going on with you?"

Seeing that Principal Wang was being dragged by reporters to find a place to take pictures, Qiu Yun didn't have time to distract her, so he turned sideways and explained to Sun Fuzhou: "There are reporters in the school today who are doing interviews, and it seems that apart from the donation materials , and some will provide long-term assistance to certain students individually through the foundation.”

This is not uncommon.

Sun Fuzhou said: "It seems that I haven't heard of any students receiving long-term sponsorship before. Do you know who the sponsor is?"

Qiu Yun shook his head: "I don't know."

To some entrepreneurs, doing charity is like a window-dressing thing, so many times they wish for this kind of beautiful news to fly all over the sky, but the publicity of Chaoyang Foundation is much lower-key, and it is usually carried out in the name of the organization, so In its publicity, there is rarely a single person.

So Sun Fuzhou naturally didn't know that the foundation would select some children for long-term funding every year.

...it's not surprising.

Here, Reporter Chen instructed them to take their positions: "Principal, please give up the middle position, so that you can post the sponsor's photo on it."

Wang Guixi moved aside with Wang Yuannan.

Reporter Chen pointed at Wang Yuannan: "Little girl, don't look so serious later, just smile."

Wang Guixi's hands were resting on the little girl's shoulders. After hearing what reporter Chen said, he gently kneaded her hands twice to let her relax.

Immediately Wang Yuannan also moved the corners of his mouth obediently.

Sun Fuzhou said at the other end: "I will have a chance to inquire about this funding project later."

"it is good."

Soon, the photographer brought over two other little boys.

The two boys have short heads. Boys of this age have not yet developed, and they are both shorter than the girls.

After everyone arrived, reporter Chen also went to take a photo with them. The manuscript in his hand was not very professional. He looked around and happened to see Qiu Yun. He thought it was a teacher at the school, so he put the manuscript in her hand. Sai: "Help look at it.

Qiu Yun followed in a daze, and looked into his hand. There were a few large characters written on the cover: The first draft of the Chaoyang Elementary School interview.

That's right, so she won't have to inquire about it.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Qiu Yun turned to the first page.

At the beginning, there is a list of sponsored students: Wang Dapeng, Wang Xiaoming...Wang Li?

But before she could take a closer look, she was interrupted.

"What are you flipping through!" Reporter Chen took a picture and came back to see Qiu Yun flipping through his manuscript, "Principal, what are the qualities of your teachers?"

Wang Guixi smiled wryly in embarrassment: "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"

Qiu Yun felt that he seemed to have seen something extraordinary, so he didn't argue with him: "Forget it, President Wang, you are busy, I will go shopping by myself."

Just flicked this tail.

However, by coincidence, Shen Yuan appeared again at this moment.

"Why is it so lively?"

"Boss Shen." Reporter Chen saw the employer's eyes light up, "You're here, just in time, let's take a picture together?"

Shen Yuan waved his hand: "Forget it."

He turned his head, saw Qiu Yun, and then glanced over her ears.He knew that Sun Fuzhou should be listening to him somewhere.

"There's nothing to do here, let's go back."

This is an eviction order.

Qiu Yun glanced at him puzzled, and before he said anything, Wang Guixi responded to him with a happy smile: "Yes, yes, the school is only so small, there is nothing to see, you should go back."

However, the more they behaved like this, the more Qiu Yun felt that something was wrong.

"you……"

"Come back." Sun Fuzhou said.

Qiu Yun couldn't hold back all of a sudden: "Ah?!" Are you going back now?

Shen Yuan looked at her with concern: "What's wrong?"

Qiu Yun looked at Shen Yuan with a complicated expression: "It's okay, I'm going back, see you, Boss Shen."

Sun Fuzhou who was far away at home was still chattering.

"Wang Li has been dead for so many days, even if there is something, it must have been cleaned up long ago." Every time Sun Fuzhou heard Shen Yuan's voice, he couldn't help but thump in his heart, "...Besides, today is not without harvest. .”

He didn't finish his sentence. After hanging up the phone, he looked at the information just sent by the bureau——the mountain road and water area from Wangjiayu to Changmei Reservoir may be an important transportation route opened up by the criminal group they are investigating.

And his task is to find this route, and the people who walk this route.

When Qiu Yun came back, he was very angry, but he couldn't let it out, so he could only keep a straight face and didn't say a word.

Of course, Sun Fuzhou was not the master who spoiled her.

In the end, Qiu Yun couldn't hold back anymore, and he leaned forward eagerly.

"Why don't you let me continue to investigate?" For the first time, Qiu Yun felt that his brain was not enough. "The surname Shen also helped them. Could it be that you colluded in advance?"

Sun Fuzhou wanted to collude with him in advance, but would Shen Yuan be willing?That guy makes himself a hero, so let him go.

Sun Fuzhou said, "Tell me what you found out about Wang Li first."

Qiu Yun was dumbfounded.

Well, she is really not suitable for the routine, and in the end she has to be caught.

"... This year Chaoyang Primary School has three subsidized places, one of which was originally written with Wang Li's name."

But when Wang Li died, she was replaced by the girl named Wang Yuannan.

Of course.

Speaking of this Wang Yuannan, she also lives in Wangjiayu, but she lives in the east of the village, in the same village. Sun Fuzhou and the others can find out from the villagers after a little inquiring. Besides her, Wang Yuannan's family has two children who are ten years younger than her. It is said that they are twins born to her mother at the age of 45.

Qiu Yun was surprised: "45 years old, what is the concept, this is to give birth to a son at the risk of life?"

Sun Fuzhou picked up the oranges he picked casually by the roadside in his hand, and the sour juice exploded in his mouth: "You can tell by her name...Wan Nan, Yuan Nan, they gave birth to a daughter just to look forward to a son."

Predominance of boys over girls is a thought engraved in the bones of some people.

They wandered all the way to the east of the village, and saw Wang Yuannan's house from a distance, which was a bit dilapidated. If the houses in the village were ranked according to their newness and oldness, their house would probably be at the bottom of the list.

Against the backdrop of several concrete buildings around, the one-story house made of gray bricks curled up on the ground out of place.

While they were watching, a girl's figure approached their field of vision.

It was Wang Yuannan who came home from school.

Sun Fuzhou stared at the girl's back: "Tell me, what is the relationship between Wang Yuannan and Wang Li?"

"It's just classmates who live in the same village. I haven't heard that they have any special relationship."

Sun Fuzhou threw the orange that had only eaten one petal to the dirt dog next to him who was about to open his mouth and yell.

"It's okay?" Sun Fuzhou said, "If it's okay, why did she come back from that direction?"

And normally, her home is in the east of the village, and the school is in the neighboring village, south of Wangjiayu, so she is already coming back from the right, but now she is coming from the left, and this direction will pass the pond.

And she has a lot of cocklebur on her pants, but not so much on the way back from school.

Although there is no evidence...

"Let's go and have a look."