Zhou Xiu went to the county public security bureau with her father and cooperated in recording her confession.
After recording his confession, Zhou Cheng followed his daughter home in silence. When passing by the county middle school, Zhou Xiu's former teacher happened to meet the father and daughter.
The teacher greeted Zhou Xiu warmly and asked with concern: "Zhou Xiu, are you still studying?"
Zhou Xiu nodded, "I'm studying in City C."
The teacher said in surprise: "City? This is a big city. Zhou Xiu, you must study hard! You are so smart, it is a pity if you don't study."
The teacher chatted with Zhou Xiu for a while and mentioned something to her. She said, "Erhua is from your village. I saw you guys used to hang out together. Can you help me find out why she dropped out of school..."
As Zhou Xiu listened, the smile on her face faded.
After the teacher finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Xiu's father with complicated eyes, "You parents..."
One by one, they let their daughters drop out of school, which only caused trouble for the teachers. Obviously, the family conditions are not so poor that he cannot afford to go to school, but it is a different era now and his thinking is still so feudal.
Zhou Cheng felt very uncomfortable and ashamed after hearing this, and could hardly raise his head.
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When Zhou Xiu returned to the village, the books sent by Xi Shaoyuan had been almost dealt with by the villagers, and the principal temporarily vacated a classroom to store the books.
The village was bustling with activity because of this kind act of donating books.
The village chief never dreamed that a teenager would donate books to the village and donate an entire library.
Before he came, the village didn't even know what a library was, let alone all these brand new books that couldn't fill a classroom.
The village chief laughed so hard that his mouth couldn't close and his eye wrinkles were deep. He patted Zhou Xiu's shoulder enthusiastically, "Xiu, uncle was right about you!"
Although these books were donated by the wealthy young master Xi, if it weren't for Zhou Xiu, and if Zhou Xiu hadn't remembered the villagers, they probably would never have come to such a place in their lifetime. The village chief was very clear about this.
Zhou Xiu returned to the inn and went to Song Erhua's room. Then he took out a rag and wiped the table, and started to clean up without saying a word.
The village chief's eyes fell on her. The girl pursed her lips slightly and sat down without saying a word. The sunlight fell on her thin body and half of her face was in shadow.
The village chief noticed that she was not in a good mood, and when he thought of the things that happened in Zhou Xiu's family, he sighed inaudibly in his heart.
"We all know about your family's affairs. They have gone too far. Don't worry, Xiu. This time, uncle is on your side..."
Village Chief Zhou picked up the rag and said, "Xiu, stop working. Leave it for Erhua to clean later."
The village chief knew that Zhou Xiu was poor and had no money to go to school, so every winter and summer vacation he would ask her to work part-time at the inn to earn some pocket money to supplement her income. This time is no exception.
Zhou Xiu said uninterestedly, "Uncle, go out and do your work first."
The village chief was very concerned about the books donated by Xi Shaoyuan. Before he had time to do many chores, he happily went out to organize a primary school library.
Zhou Xiu took out a crumpled piece of paper from her bosom. She had found it in Song Erhua's room. On the paper were written the words "Application for Withdrawal from School", and the signature was the three words "Song Erhua".
Zhou Xiu called Song Erhua.
Song Erhua took the rag and started to wipe the table carefully and diligently. After wiping the table, she filled a new basin of water, squatted down with her back hunched, and began to carefully wipe the floor with a rag.
Her shoulders were slightly hunched, her face had a maturity and weather-beaten look that did not match her age, but her lips were slightly pursed.
"Xiu, let me do the rough work from now on. You should make good use of your time to study! I heard you say that you have...some competition next semester."
Song Erhua happily recalled the letter Zhou Xiu wrote to her. There was a lot of content in the letter. Zhou Xiu wrote to Song Erhua in detail, including her participation in the competition, her full score in the exam, and her scholarship...
Song Erhua pursed her lips. Zhou Xiu wrote in such detail that she could imagine those happy and beautiful scenes with her eyes closed.
"How were your grades last semester?" Zhou Xiu asked calmly.
Song Erhua's lips froze and the expression on her face was wrong.
She wrung out the rag, mopped the floor more vigorously, and tried to change the subject, "I heard from your dad that you are really good. You should study hard and do well in the exams to piss off those people who look down on you..."
Zhou Xiu's face was in a shadow. She kept asking again and again, "Let me ask you, what were your grades last semester?"
The smile on Song Erhua's face froze. After a while, she said, "I didn't do very well in the exam. Don't ask me anymore. I'm not as smart as you."
Zhou Xiu snatched the rag from Song Erhua's hand, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and threw it in front of her.
The words "Application for Withdrawal" were clearly written on the paper.
Song Erhua closed her mouth. She finally raised her head and looked at Zhou Xiu. She smiled silently and said, "Hi——"
"I told you not to come into my room if you have nothing to do. It's not polite at all. I don't need you to help me clean the room."
Zhou Xiu looked straight at Song Erhua, feeling confused and heartbroken. His whole heart felt as if it had been dropped into a frying pan and fried repeatedly.
She frowned deeply, "Why?"
After a long time, half of Song Erhua's face was in shadow. She slowly tore up the application form and tried hard to face Zhou Xiu with a smile, but she couldn't muster up a smile.
She pursed her lips and said, "Zhou Xiu, leave me alone."
Zhou Xiu got angry: "I ask you why!"
Song Erhua clenched his fists and yelled, "Don't bother with me, just take care of yourself!"
She turned around and ran out of the inn.
The two people yelled at each other, which scared the poor students who were gathered at the door at the other end of the inn to watch the fun. When Song Erhua hurriedly ran past them, she bumped into Du Feiyang.
Huaxu turned around and asked in confusion: "Was it...Xiuxiu who got angry just now?"
Tan Ming also noticed it, and Xu Qing also heard it.
The sun rose from the west. These poor students had never seen Zhou Xiu get angry. Even though Senior Jiang’s mother was such an extreme person, Zhou Xiu never lost her temper.
Anger made Zhou Xiu's face turn red from the roots to the neck.
Yu Qingyan walked over and saw Zhou Xiu bending over and picking up scraps of paper on the ground.
She noticed that Zhou Xiu was in a bad mood. After hesitating for a while, Yu Qingyan didn't know what happened. She just said, "Xiu Xiu, let's go out and see the new library. They've finished it!"
Zhou Xiu silently picked up the scraps of paper on the ground and put them in his pocket.
"You go."
Yu Qingyan pulled her out, and they all went to see the new library of Xiushui Primary School together.
The new library was temporarily squeezed out of a classroom. It had dim lighting and cramped space, and the bookshelves were purchased by Xi Shaoyuan. Brand new books were neatly placed on the bookshelves, filling the entire room, and the air was filled with the scent of book ink.
The villagers who helped move the books expressed their gratitude to them one after another.
Zhou Xiu often went to the library. She looked around and frowned unconsciously.
Du Feiyang and some other poor students were completely unaware of this. Xu Qing took a look and felt uncomfortable due to his obsessive-compulsive disorder.
After a while, Xu Qing said, "This is not how books should be displayed."
A string of question marks slowly appeared on the face of the village chief, who was full of accomplishment and joy: "..."
Xu Qing adjusted his glasses. "A library is not just a room for books. How to classify and place books is a very important subject. It is related to the future borrowing management. It is more scientific to classify according to the Chinese Library Book Classification System..."
“Without effective book management, the library will soon become abandoned and the few donated books will be wasted.”
When the principal of the elementary school heard this point of view, he looked at the group of teenagers in amazement.
After hearing this long string of words, the village chief felt a headache coming on. He scratched the back of his head and said, "We didn't know it was so particular!"
When the villagers heard that these kids were going to take the books off the shelves and arrange them again, their heads started to throb.
Xu Qing said halfway, "Forget it."
"You guys go back."
The poor students slapped their heads, and Huatiao touched his chin, "No wonder... I always feel like something is wrong."
The poor students tried to make up for it by saying, "The monitor is right!"
"Then the question is, monitor, do you understand the classification of books?"
Xu Qing simply admitted: "I don't understand."
Tan Ming couldn't help rolling his eyes. He took out his cell phone and started searching on Baidu.
Zhou Xiu found glue, double-sided tape, a notebook, and scissors. She said, "I understand."
She directed the poor students to bring tables, and everyone started cutting paper and writing labels in batches. Zhou Xiu asked people to read out the titles of the books one by one. She listened briefly and quickly read out the labels that should be put on. Her brain was like a sophisticated computer, listing hundreds of category labels one by one, without any confusion.
Xu Qing was in charge of reading the title of the book, "Three Hundred Tang Poems."
Zhou Xiu listened and said, "I222.742-1."
Tan Ming also found a book, "On Self-cultivation by Zhu Guangqian"
“B825-124.”
Huatui quickly wrote the labels, Yu Qingyan was responsible for sticking them on, and after they were done, Du Feiyang took the books and put them back on the bookshelf... Everyone was busy and happy, and everything was in order.
In the narrow and cramped new library, besides the rustling sound of paper-cutting, there were also the unhurried voices of several young boys and girls. Xi Shaoyuan walked over and saw the scene inside. His eyes flashed slightly, and his reason made him subconsciously want to turn around and leave.
Jealousy made him stay.
He saw the scene of Xu Qing and Zhou Xiu's tacit cooperation, which was really eye-catching. After a moment, Xi Shaoyuan walked in, inserted himself between Xu Qing and Zhou Xiu, and sat directly next to Zhou Xiu.
Xu Qing paused while reading the title of the book, "..."
Huaxu held the pen and waited for a long time but Zhou Xiu didn't report the classification number. She couldn't help but urged: "Class monitor, you should read it."
Xi Shaoyuan took out a few books, "Andersen's Fairy Tales", "Collection of Chinese Folk Tales", "Stories of Traditional Chinese Virtues"... "
His voice was neither fast nor slow, clear and mellow, with a hint of hoarseness unique to a teenager's voice change, and he beat the famous male announcer of Yude Radio Station.
The girls were delighted and happy to hear this.
Zhou Xiu also quickly reported the classification label number.
Time passed little by little in the busyness, and in the blink of an eye it was soon evening. Song Erhua prepared the meal and went to the primary school to inform everyone to eat.
Song Erhua walked to the window of the new library. Through the window, everyone was chatting with each other. After finishing their work, a few beautiful girls were excitedly discussing celebrities, Xi Shaoyuan's watch, and delicious food...
As happy as people from two different worlds. Song Erhua looked at him enviously for a long time, and reminded him, "Eat, the meal is ready."
The poor students stopped their discussion after hearing this. They were hungry after being busy all day, so they ran back to the inn excitedly for dinner.
Song Erhua walked into the new library, touched the brand new books, and put them back.
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