"Is this No. 172 Fengshen Avenue?" Lin Bao asked Yang Fan on the school building and school building that still looked brand new.

The junior high school and primary school campuses in the mountains are not as closed as in the city.

Even during class, outsiders are allowed to enter and exit here.

Even during the crop harvest season, many people take crops to the school playground to dry.

"No." After careful and careful look, Yang Fan shook his head: "Record a few shots, let's go to No. 172 Fengshen Avenue."

But when Yang Fan and Lin Bao took out the camera and started shooting, someone from the school ran over and spoke in a very unfriendly tone: "You are not welcome here, please go out!"

"We don't interview people, just take a few shots." Yang Fan explained to the visitor.

"That's not OK. Please don't bother us, if you have good intentions." The expression on the person's face was not very natural.

"We didn't disturb you when you were in your class." Lin Bao was very unhappy. He knew that he was not grateful for his kindness, so he drove people away.

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. If you mess around, I'll call you, so that you can't get out of the town." The person who came became strong and aggressive.

Yang Fan didn't say much, put away the camera and pulled Lin Bao out of the school.

"What's going on in this school?" Lin Bao was puzzled. The girl's incident a few years ago was very fierce on the Internet.

But it soon disappeared. Lin Bao didn't pay much attention to online affairs at that time and didn't know much about it.

"Maybe everyone here thinks it's a shame." Yang Fan got into the car and asked the driver to leave here.

The driver quickly started the car and left the town and continued to move deeper into the mountains.

The girl's home is not in the town, but in a small mountain village deeper.

The small mountain village is not small, and there are dozens of families with large families.

After arriving at the entrance of the village, Yang Fan observed it and found that there might be hundreds of households.

The more backward the area, the higher the fertility rate.

There are actually many adobe and thatched houses here, which makes Yang Fan feel very uncomfortable.

No wonder the wind girl made up her mind to change her hometown and fall behind.

Ten years of trees, hundred years of trees.

After she went out, she understood this principle, so since she was fifteen years old, she used all the money she earned to support the primary school in the village.

After she was seventeen years old, she even started raising junior high schools in the town.

In fact, she dropped out of school before she even graduated from junior high school and went out to work.

Yang Fan heard from her that she dropped out of school not because her family couldn't afford to pay for her, but because the school could not afford the teacher's salary. After several months of owing, the teacher almost ran away.

The teacher who didn't run away was a local.

It’s not that the country cannot afford teachers’ wages, but that the more remote and backward the place, the more serious the corruption.

After arriving at Feng Girl's hometown, Yang Fan asked several villagers about her cemetery, but no one paid attention to him and did not want to tell him.

Finally, he asked a child and gave him some food, and the other party took him there.

The cemetery is deep in the forest, very quiet, overgrown with weeds and there is no road.

"Is it really here?" He came to a small earthblock, and the weeds around him flooded it. Yang Fan asked the child leading the way in disbelief.

"Yes, she's just sleeping here." The child's Mandarin was not very standard, so he nodded and ran away.

Yang Fan and Lin Bao stood by the short grave.

"This is No. 172 Fengshen Avenue." After a long time, Yang Fan put down his camera and backpack.

Lin Bao, a big man, suddenly turned red in his eyes.

"She just slept here, for three years." He couldn't help himself: "If she hadn't started to sleep, she would be younger than me now."

"She is the same age as me, a few months younger than me, and suffers from severe depression at the age of eighteen." Yang Fan said.

He wanted to weed and let the cemetery look like a cemetery, but he didn't bring any tools.

Just when I had no idea how to start, a woman with a big belly came to the forest.

Women are not very old, but they may be only twenty-six or twenty-seven.

She walked to the cemetery with a basket on her back and sweating profusely, and then put down the basket with difficulty.

Scythes, shovels, hoes and other farm tools in the basket.

"I am A Xiang's cousin." Looking at the small grave drowned in the weeds, the pregnant woman's tears fell on the spot.

She hasn't been home for three years, and she has come back for the first time this year, taking care of her baby and having her second baby.

"The villagers, including her parents, think she is their shame." The pregnant woman started cleaning the weeds in the cemetery.

Yang Fan and Lin Bao didn't ask much, picked up the tools and weeded them.

"But they don't know that I brought A Xiang into the industry." The pregnant woman was not afraid that Yang Fan and Lin Bao would know their past, so she said to herself: "But the money I earned is only for myself and my family. A Xiang gave it to the village

Elementary school teachers and children’s flowers, and even built a library for teachers and students in junior high schools.”

"A Xiang dropped out of school at the age of fifteen and went to work and joined me. She earned very little money before she was seventeen, so she could only help the primary school in the village."

"After knowing what I'm doing, she left and went to work somewhere else."

"When she was seventeen years old, she came back to find me."

"She looks better than me, her external conditions are better than me, and she earns more than I do."

"But except for working, she put on some makeup, and she couldn't bear to buy an expensive piece of clothing at the rest."

"She said that the children in our place could not be allowed to follow our old path. We people in the mountains had no other way except to go to school."

One hour later, the three of them cleared the weeds around the cemetery.

The pregnant woman told Yang Fan and Lin Bao a lot of truths and details that were not available online.

"Haha, it's really ridiculous." Lin Bao was not very sad when he heard this, because he was filled with anger: "Why do we have to thank those clients?"

The pregnant woman shook her head: "No, A Xiang died at the hands of the prostitute, and it was those perverted prostitute who caused her to suffer from depression."

"After seventeen years old, Axiang has never had the shame to go home, and he is spending the New Year outside."

"After the incident, everyone here treated her as a shame. The school teacher ran away and the reporters refused to come over for an interview."

"I watched the public opinion explode on the Internet, and then I watched the public opinion disappear overnight."

"A Xiang seemed to have never been to this world, and she died in a humiliating and cowardly manner."

"I remember the New Year that year before she died, and told me that she really wanted to eat a bowl of noodles from her hometown. Although there were also outside, it did not have the same taste as her hometown."

"Later, just after the year, I died in February."

Lin Bao was silent.

Yang Fan put stones around the small grave and said, "It won't take too long. Those who think she is a shame will eat the bowl of noodles she likes to eat during her lifetime and happily eat what they think is

The shame.”

"Do you know A Xiang?" asked the pregnant woman. She felt that Yang Fan was not like the kind of media that came to investigate the truth and for the news.

"I think I know each other, netizens have been chatting intermittently for many years. At first, I thought she was telling lies, but later I realized that they were all the truth." Yang Fan said: "I advised her to live for herself, give up the past, and have a good time to treat her illness.
Chapter completed!