Farewell scenes were happening everywhere, and Huo Qianli had to play the villain and forcibly interrupted their reluctant farewell.
Then he boarded the buses and bowed solemnly to the students on board, thanking them for their hard work over the past five days.
The members of the working group got on the off-road vehicle that led the way, and then three buses started slowly.
"Fuck! Brother Jie, why are your eyes swollen from crying?"
Sitting in the familiar seat, the college student wearing glasses smiled at the experienced and mature classmate next to him.
"Bullshit, I didn't!"
"You are just making a forced excuse!"
"Get lost! Can you please put this broken chair of yours into the suitcase? Do you have to hold it like this? Don't you know you're squeezing me?"
"Brother Jie, just bear with it and it will pass."
Brother Jie rolled his eyes at him. If he didn't know that this guy was usually like this, he would have scolded him.
"Brother Jie, do you think what the teacher said is right now?"
"Fuck! Are you annoying or not!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The laughter echoed for a long time as the bus swayed.
......
Walking all the way back to Hushan Village, the village, which had been noisy for five or six days, now returned to silence, making the villagers a little uncomfortable for a moment.
The village committee also became quiet, no longer as lively as before with more than a dozen people stationed there.
Liu Xiaoyu, who had also seen off her master and his entourage, made an exception and did not follow Huo Qianli with the cameraman, but hurried back to the room.
She quickly took out her notebook and wrote down the thoughts that were running through her mind at the moment.
[I never thought that I would be able to experience and witness such a scene with my own eyes.
Ten miles of mountain road stretches for you.
People from two seemingly completely different worlds hugged each other and cried bitterly when they parted.
At the beginning of this activity, I actually had doubts. I doubted that Hushan Village’s weak economic foundation could not support it, that the grassroots village organization that was almost paralyzed and had just been rebuilt was incapable of organizing, and that there was an unbridgeable gap between the proud university students and the farmers who worked hard in the fields...
But after experiencing this for five or six days myself, I knew I was wrong.
This mistake makes me very happy.
Because this can bring real changes to the villagers of Hushan Village and produce some positive reactions.
But when I followed the group of college students out of the village committee gate this morning and saw the villagers coming spontaneously on both sides of the road, I was struck.
I finally understood what my real problem was.
The villagers of Hushan Village are not the only ones who can be redeemed, they also possess touching qualities, and those sublimated qualities of the Chinese farmers are concretely and vividly displayed in them.
Their ignorance, their clumsiness, their calculations, these "shortcomings" that are criticized by others are nothing more than concrete manifestations of poverty and closedness.
When given a chance, they can also demonstrate the good qualities that have been passed down in this Chinese land for thousands of years.
Perhaps among all of us, Huo Qianli is the only one who truly understands them.
The only one who truly understands how to treat them and how to help them is Huo Qianli.
So, he succeeded.
This "urban and rural ideological and cultural interaction practice" is destined to be remembered, and the processes in between will certainly be reported repeatedly by journalists and even studied and analyzed by scholars in the future.
As a witness, I am now even more looking forward to the future of Hushan Village. 】
Liu Xiaoyu put down her pen, looked through the window at the empty and quiet dam, lost in thought.
Suddenly, the cell phone in my pocket started buzzing.
She looked at the caller ID with a puzzled look on her face. Nan Yun?
"Hello? Sister Yun?"
"Xiao Yu'er! You are so mean! I told you all the news, but you didn't even inform me of such a big thing!"
As soon as the call was connected, Nan Yun's roar made her eardrums hurt.
Nan Yun, who was always elegant and refined, suddenly showed this attitude, which confused Liu Xiaoyu. "What's the big deal? Sister Yun, what's going on?"
"You are still pretending to be nice to me! Do you know that today all the major print media in Jingcheng City and Shuzhou have reprinted an article about Jingcheng City's report on your Hushan Village's urban-rural interaction activities in important pages! Almost all of them! Our official media circles are blown up! I don't know how many reporters are rushing to you now. I tell you, go find Huo Qianli right away and ask him for an interview with me! Before I come, tell him not to accept any interviews from anyone! If you can't make the appointment, I will never forgive you!"
"Also, if he dares to refuse, just tell him that I will go find Miss Jiang to have a good chat about stargazing!"
Liu Xiaoyu was stunned by the news, "You? Interview?"
"I'm almost at Qianfu Town! Go!"
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