Ye Ge looked at her. Because of years of farm work and exposure to the wind and sun, her delicate face was dark and red. To make it easier to work, she didn't have long hair like a girl, only short hair.

She was thirteen years old, but the questions she asked were ones that even kindergarten children in the city could answer.

At that time, Ye Ge didn't laugh, she just felt heartbroken.

What kind of place is this...?

These children deserve a good education.

Wang Xiuhua can speak Mandarin now, which proves that these days she has been secretly coming here to listen to lessons while carrying a basket on her back and cutting grass for the cattle.

At that moment, she deeply understood what responsibility meant.

“We represent a group, and I represent myself.”

After saying that, Ye Ge was worried that she wouldn't understand, so she repeated it to her in her hometown dialect.

Wang Xiuhua understood, and quickly picked up the basket full of cut grass, thanking her in her hometown dialect.

At that time, Ye Ge didn't understand what she was saying, but later she realized that she was thanking her, and her eyes seemed to be sparkling.

Ye Ge stayed, determined to teach these students well.

Despite three more visits, Wang Xiuhua's parents still refused to send her to school.

The five teachers helped each other, and finally, the children were no longer shy and respected them from the bottom of their hearts.

As the time for parting approached, Jiang Li invited a photographer to travel a long way to take graduation photos for everyone.

They didn't know much, but they understood what separation was. A group of children, ranging in age from seventeen to six or seven, hugged each other and cried.

The students were very understanding and didn't stop the teacher from leaving.

Ye Ge felt sorry for Wang Xiuhua. In the past, she would always come to class on time with her basket on her back, so that she could at least see her when they parted.

Unfortunately, she didn't come.

Ye Ge told the village chief that she would come back in the future to pass on her message.

To her surprise, after returning home, she received a call from the village chief informing her that Wang Xiuhua had committed suicide by drinking pesticide and died in her bedroom, clutching a notebook in her hand.

That was given to her by Ye Ge.

Wang Xiuhua longed to learn, to gain knowledge, and to go out into the world. However, her elders believed that it was useless for girls to study, as they would eventually get married and leave the country. Their views differed, and when they learned that she had wasted her time by secretly going out to listen to lectures while doing farm work, they gave her a severe beating.

Who would have thought she would do something so extreme?

Wang Xiuhua's parents cried out, demanding that the outside teachers pay with their lives.

The thought-provoking question is, can we blame these teachers who volunteered their time for this?

Can we blame the feudal and uncultured parents for not allowing their children to become outstanding?

Clearly, no one is to blame.

It's strange, it's just fate. If everyone could receive a good education and have a good life, this tragedy wouldn't happen.

Even though Wang Xiuhua's parents hated Ye Gejiangli and the other three teachers, they returned to their respective cities and wrote applications hoping to open a charitable account to build a good school for the children in the mountains.

The previous generation cannot be changed, but from this generation onward, all children can receive an education and live a good life.

Wang Xiuhua's story spread throughout the country, and both businesses and individuals did their utmost to raise funds.

Eventually, the road was built, the school was completed, people had access to clean water, warm quilts in winter, and a fan in every household in summer. The children also gradually became smarter and embarked on their learning journey.

The villagers in the mountains were very grateful to the five teachers who came to the countryside, and Wang Xiuhua's parents gradually understood the importance of education after seeing material things they had never seen before.

If children can read and do math, they will always be able to go out into the world, and they will have better futures.

Day after day, year after year, this mountain dweller, like other places, lives a new life in modern society.

Ye Ge and Jiang Li got married. On their golden wedding anniversary, they were both old. One of the naughtiest children they had ever taught came to congratulate them. He had become a senior lawyer at a law firm.

Ye Ge remembered him, the mischievous boy who once threw mice at her.

Charity changed the fate of this mountain resort, and there will be no repeat of the Wang Xiuhua incident.

After reading the script, Tang Yaoyao remained silent for a long time.

I heard that Xu Wei has been dubbed a genius. Indeed, a genius is a genius. His writing is both sad and deeply moving. If it is well-made, it will probably bring tears to many people's eyes after its release.

"The subject matter and story feel very real..."

Xu Wei looked at her: "A similar thing happened to one of my college classmates. He encountered something similar to Wang Xiuhua when he was teaching in a rural area. That child jumped into the river and died..."

"In fact, these remote mountainous areas really exist. Even the help from teaching and poverty alleviation programs is limited. I hope that after this drama airs, we can do more charity work and help as much as we can. Every little bit helps. The children are the flowers of the future. In the future, when they are useful, they can lead the economic development of their hometown, and things will always get better and better." Xu Donglai said with deep feeling.

Tang Yaoyao sat down: "The script is excellent and challenging."

Do you think you are capable of doing this?

"It all depends on whether the directors are willing to give me a chance." Tang Yaoyao had a slight smile on her lips, her voice respectful, and her appearance sweet and adorable.

How could the two directors not understand?

This means that she is capable of the job; the rest is up to their choice.

Zhao Yusheng added, “Take a good look at the script. In the later stages of this drama, no matter which role you play, it will be very hard. Traveling through mountains and rivers is real. The sense of fatigue and authenticity must be captured in the film so that the audience can learn from it.”

"good."

It looks like we'll see other actors again.

The initial plan for this production was to have these women audition for roles, but the actors were not asked if they were willing.

Because such scripts are so realistic, filming them would be more arduous than with regular scripts, and would also make the actors appear very plain, which would be unacceptable to some artists who are extremely concerned about their image. Their agents would also be unwilling for them to take on such roles.

Xu Donglai asked, "Do you have any other thoughts on this drama?"

“The whole process of the drama is actually a tragedy. We can put some thought into the character design. At the beginning, we can create a sense of novelty in the rural countryside, allowing the audience to immerse themselves in it and find the comfort and happiness they have never experienced in the city. Then we can gradually introduce such a story,” Zhao Yusheng suggested.

Xu Donglai: "I agree with your point of view. The characters are initially comedic, but then there's a contrast later on. Screenwriter Xu, what do you think?"

Xu Wei nodded: "The male lead will be changed to a seemingly spoiled and roguish young man. The female characters can also be more diverse, while the female lead remains the same. What do you two think?"

"Then it's settled. I'll trouble you to take the time to revise it. I'll send it to the actors' emails later," Zhou Jiang said.

"Um."

Zhou Jiang asked a crucial question: "But who among the three of them should play the female lead?"