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 Jiangdong Province and Ganzhou area.

Jiangdong Province is a very magical province. 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 connected to the east of the Yangtze River.

　　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 area. 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.

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

 Xie Shuhao is 33 years old and works at a certain daily in the capital.

Although it has been 10 years since he left school, and although his work unit and living environment are excellent, 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 Ganzhou, Jiangdong Province.

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

 “Thank you reporter, thank you, thank you for your donation.”

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

"Principal Huang, you're so polite. These money and materials were donated by everyone, not me alone. 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? 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 there is one child who needs the most help. However, her situation is quite special. She not only needs academic help, but also medical help.”

 “Medical?” Xie Shuhao nodded lightly:

 “Is this student seriously ill?”

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

“Well, reporter Xie, come with me to this student’s home. You’ll 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.

As soon as they entered the village, the villagers greeted Principal Huang enthusiastically when they saw him coming: "Principal Huang, you are here to visit again."

“Hello everyone, I’m coming to Wenxiang’s house to have a look.”

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

After hearing this, reporter Xie wondered if this little girl’s nickname was “Mian Mian”? What's special about this?

 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. This is because it is raining heavily outside and lightly raining inside.

The sides of the house are also supported by a few wooden poles. Obviously, it will collapse if it is not supported against the wall. It is simply a dangerous building.

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 smile. Instead, he sighed: "It's not that I can count, but that this student can't go out and can't go out."

  reporter Xie asked more questions, thinking, is this paralysis?

“Wenxiang, is Wenxiang at home?”

After a while, a weak little girl's voice came from inside, her voice 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 a minute..." The voice from inside the door was still unclear.

After a while, the door creaked open. The curious reporter Xie's eyes widened, wanting to see what was so special about this student.

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

 Why do you need to wear red clothes and wrap your head? Is this a Hakka custom?

As a reporter from the north, 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 cover her head with a piece of clothing? Isn't it so that 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. 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 very embarrassed.

Principal Huang smiled and held the student’s hand:

“Wenxiang, 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, in, inside, lying...”

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.”

 Speaking of this, Reporter Xie was quite serious on the surface.

I thought to myself: 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.

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 are published in newspapers, they should 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. Instead, he 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 has a disease that can be cured."

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

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

Suddenly, his pupils shrank. 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. The part where her nose used to be had a huge lump protruding forward, like dough.

The eyelids were stretched out, 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 a "horse face" looks like, then that is what the little girl in front of them looks like.

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

Principal Huang sighed after seeing it, 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, Wang Atu, the child's father, just came 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 just able to pull away, so he quickly introduced himself:

“Hello, comrade, I am from XX Daily, I...”

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

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

 When Wang Atu arrived 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 we were unlucky. The bamboo chair that reporter Xie had 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.

Her face was originally as protruding as dough, and the skin tension was very high. Such a collision would instantly cause blood to flow like a gush, or a fountain of blood...