The little girl was so excited that she didn't hold the receiver steadily, so the voice from the other end came out intermittently, and everyone standing in the front could hear it.
Shan Yazi subconsciously wanted to shout, but Wang Hongjie covered his mouth with his hand.
"Mom... I wasn't bullied, and I received all the things you sent me... Didn't I tell you in the letter before that the situation in our village has improved, and you don't need to send me anything anymore?" the little girl replied while sobbing.
"The village you're going to is the most remote one. How good can it be? Mom knows you said that because you're afraid I'll worry. Mom knows it all. You have to take good care of yourself. Mom is still waiting for you to come home."
"...Okay." The little girl responded, then she remembered that she had to explain to her mother, "Mom, I really didn't lie to you. Our village is really good. The number I'm calling you now is the number of our village. If you want to contact me in the future, just answer this number."
"What? Your village has installed a telephone?" Jia Jia's mother almost suspected that the phone lines were crossed.
"Yes, this is the phone number of our village. We are really doing well here. Please don't send things to me anymore. Keep them for yourself and don't be reluctant to spend money." The girl said softly.
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The little girl also knew that Su Miaomiao just wanted her to test the phone, so she didn't talk much. She gave her mother a few words and then hung up.
"Comrade Su, thank you." The little girl bowed nearly ninety degrees to Su Miaomiao with red eyes.
"Get up quickly." Su Miaomiao immediately helped the man up.
"I haven't been home for three days. Although I have written letters all the time, I still miss them. When I heard my mother's voice just now, I really felt like she was right next to me." The little girl choked with sobs.
"Don't worry, you will be able to meet soon." Su Miaomiao comforted softly.
Separation from loved ones has always been the most heartbreaking thing since ancient times. Fortunately, the situation is about to stabilize.
"Yeah." The little girl thought it was Su Miaomiao's words to comfort her, and nodded heavily.
Then he shyly ran to the back of the crowd.
"Comrade Su, do you need a phone number before you can make a call?" Shan Yazi finally broke free from Wang Hongjie's hand that was covering his mouth.
"Of course, who else would you call?" Su Miaomiao said with a smile.
"So that's how it is. Then we can also tell others the phone number of our village, right?" Shan Yazi asked again.
"Yes, you can tell your relatives and friends the phone number of our village so that you can receive their calls. Please remember the phone number of our village is..." Su Miaomiao read out the phone number loudly to everyone.
Some people recited silently over and over again, while others wrote on the ground with a wooden stick and squatted down to recite.
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember it for the moment. I will write it down and post it on the bulletin board in our office building. You can go and see it if you forget." Su Miaomiao raised her voice.
"Okay, thank you Comrade Su." Everyone thanked him repeatedly.
"Okay, the phone call has been verified, let's go back to work." Wang Hongjie said.
Everyone left reluctantly, but no one had any relatives with phone numbers, so they had to leave in disappointment.
"Miao girl, should we assign someone specifically to look after this phone call?" Wang Hongjie asked.
"We do need a dedicated operator. I'll ask Yun Feichen to pick someone when the time comes." Su Miaomiao nodded.
"僢." Wang Hongjie breathed a sigh of relief.
Such a precious thing must be guarded by someone.
"Then I'll get busy." Wang Hongjie felt relieved and didn't stay any longer.
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