But when they actually walked into the villagers' homes and, under the villagers' enthusiastic but reserved guidance, came to the environment where they would live for five days, the illusion was ruthlessly shattered.
The room was still dim in broad daylight, with a slight smell of mold and damp. The cracks on the mud walls had become storage compartments, where many strange things were placed.
The only thing that made them slightly acceptable was that the sheets and quilt covers that would come into close contact with them were relatively clean.
"Come on, come on, college student, come and wash your face."
A man from a family came over with a plastic basin filled with hot water, placed it on the washstand at the door, and greeted us with a smile.
Then he took out an old towel that had been dried in the sun and handed it to the two girls who had come out after hearing the noise. "Our cadre Huo told us to boil it in water and then dry it. It's very clean!"
The two girls looked at each other, and one of them subconsciously asked, "Just one?"
The man was stunned for a moment, "It's your turn. Our whole family uses one face towel. It's okay."
A girl hesitantly reached out to take it, and the other girl next to her looked moved and slapped her forehead, "I remembered, I brought a face towel!"
After that, she hurried back to the house with the other girl, whispering, "Go borrow a pair of scissors."
"Scissors?"
"Go ahead!"
Soon a pair of scissors was brought back, and the girl dug out a cotton T-shirt from her suitcase, gritted her teeth, cut two squares off, handed one to her companion, and said proudly: "I have a face towel! The rest can be used as a foot cloth!"
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