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Feng Han was also a little surprised to see Song Shiwei, "Song Shiwei, is it you?"

"How did you..." Song Shiwei looked at the letter in disbelief.

Is this still the letter from the cool and suave president of an Internet company who succeeded in starting a business in his senior year of college, vowed with high spirits to become a listed company?
Why did he come here to teach?

The letter smiled faintly and said, "Let's move the things in first!"

"Yes, yes, we have brought a lot of things and we need your help in loading and unloading them." Sun Xia said quickly.

The letter invited several villagers to help move things, and elementary school students to help carry lighter things.

Juzi quietly asked Song Shiwei, "Do you know that support teacher?"

"Well, he was the husband of my best friend in college. They got divorced later. Unexpectedly..." Song Shiwei still found it incredible.

"You must be heartbroken when you come to a place like this to teach. Your best friend cheated on him?" Jue Zi asked.

"What nonsense are you talking about? My best friend... got cancer and passed away." Song Shiwei's face sank slightly.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just made a random guess. Weiwei, don't be angry." Orange said quickly.

Song Shi sighed slightly and shook his head, "It's okay, you don't understand the situation. Stop talking and help get the things."

Everyone unloaded the things from the truck and moved them to an empty classroom. It was too late today. We will sort them into categories tomorrow.

Song Shiwei looked at the envelope quietly. He worked very hard, and soon sweat broke out on his forehead, but he kept moving things without saying a word.

It's completely impossible to tell that he grew up in the city, as if he was originally from this village.

He doesn't talk much and is much calmer than before.

After everything was moved, a letter was sent to take everyone to the village committee.

"It's so late, everyone must be hungry. The village chief just called and said that the village committee canteen has prepared dinner for everyone."

"Thank you so much!" Sun Xia said with a smile.

"It's us who want to thank you. You have brought so many good things to our children here. Thank you so much!" the letter smiled.

Song Shiwei looked at him silently from behind. He had really changed so much that he might not even be recognized if he saw him on the street.

When we arrived at the village committee, the village chief was already waiting at the door, greeting everyone warmly, and everyone came to the table to eat.

"You're welcome. These are our specialties here. Let's try them and see if they taste good." The village chief said with a smile.

Everyone was not polite when they were hungry. They picked up the vegetables and ate them. They tasted good and everyone praised them.

At this time, a three-year-old girl stumbled towards the envelope and ran towards it, calling "Daddy, Daddy" as she ran.

"Hey, Jingjing is here?" The village chief smiled and said to the letter, "You see, I haven't seen you for a long time and my child already misses you."

"This is your child, so cute!" Everyone praised.

Song Shiwei looked at the little girl in shock, but when they asked her to be quiet, Song Shiwei's eyes instantly turned red.

"She is..." Song Shiwei looked at the envelope.

"This is my adopted child." The letter was very calm. He picked up the little girl and put it on his lap. "Her parents are gone and her grandma just passed away, so I adopted her."

"Jingjing is her nickname, I chose it." Fenghan smiled at Song Shi.

Song Shiwei couldn't help it, and tears fell from his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Sun Xia was surprised. "No, I just remembered something." Song Shi turned his head slightly, and Juezi quickly gave her a tissue and looked at her worriedly.

Feng Han looked at Song Shiwei and saw her red eyes. He held the child in front of her and said in a gentle voice, "Jingjing, look, this is Aunt Weiwei!"

"Aunt Weiwei!" The child blinked her big eyes and looked at Song Shiwei, her voice soft and waxy.

Song Shi wiped the corners of his eyes slightly, turned to look at the child, and stretched out his hand, "Jingjing, come here, give me a hug!"

The child reached out and Song Shiwei took the child into his arms, but couldn't help but shed tears.

Everyone didn't know what was going on and looked at her blankly.

"Auntie, why are you crying?" The child looked at Song Shiwei and stretched out his little hand to touch her face.

Song Shi shook his head slightly, looked at the child with a forced smile, "Auntie remembered someone, her name is the same as you."

"Then she must be pretty too, right? Dad said I'm pretty!" The child smiled innocently and looked at the letter with a bright face.

Feng Xin touched her little head and said, "Well, you are as beautiful as her."

Song Shiwei was about to collapse again.

"Come on, daddy, don't disturb auntie's meal." Feng Xin took the child over and smiled apologetically to everyone, "It's too late. I'll take the child back to sleep first. You guys eat slowly!"

"Hey, walk slowly."

"Teacher Feng, let me give you a flashlight." The village chief stood up quickly.

"No, I have a mobile phone and electricity." Feng Xian refused and walked into the darkness with the child in his arms.

"Weiwei, you guys..." Sun Xia looked at Song Shiwei, with tears still on her face.

Song Shiwei wiped his tears and didn't know much to say. He simply said, "We are schoolmates and he is one year older than me. My best friend was his girlfriend at the time and she just died of cancer in January this year."

"Ah, still so young..."

"Teacher Feng must be very sad, right?" Everyone sighed.

"So it's true?" The village chief was surprised. "When Teacher Feng first came here, we thought he would work for two months and then leave like the others. Unexpectedly, he persisted."

"Then one of us said we wanted to introduce him to a partner. He said he had a wife and he would not marry anyone else. We thought it was just an excuse to shirk his contempt for our girls, but we didn't expect..."

Everyone sighed.

"How is he doing here?" Song Shiwei asked.

"How easy can it be to live in the countryside here?" The village chief shook his head. "You eat vegetables and sweet potatoes like us, and you have to work in the fields. We live in a broken house left by Jingjing's grandmother. If we hadn't helped clean it up, there would have been rain outside. It can rain lightly inside the heavy rain house.”

"We also asked him why he didn't go back to the city. He said there was no one he cared about in the city. Alas..."

Song Shiwei burst into tears again. If Su Jing was still here, she didn't know if she would forgive him or accept him as a prodigal son.

If he really realizes his mistake and knows how to cherish it, maybe they can live happily.

Song Shiwei didn't know, so he felt very sad and sad.

"Can't he, a single man, adopt a girl?" someone asked.

"Yes, we have asked, but the formal procedures cannot be completed at all, so we can only keep the children for now." The village chief nodded, "But this kind of thing happens a lot in the countryside. After a few years, the census will be taken and the children will be registered. , which is the default."

Everyone nodded. Indeed, many abandoned girls in rural areas did not have adoption certificates. They were raised and raised and they became a family.