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Feiluan Village has not changed much.

The dirt road is still that dirt road, just because of the warm spring flowers, it is less cold and more lively, and the flowers and trees everywhere have grown branches.

An asphalt road was paved on the hillside where the school was located, and the surrounding greenery seemed to have a winding path.

There is a girl standing on the top of the mountain, wearing a pair of pencil pants, with long straight and slender legs, and a pair of white sneakers with dirt stains. Wearing white shoes in the village is her most wave...

Long hair fluttered in the wind, and the collar of the simple shirt swayed slightly, revealing a pair of skinny clavicles.

She looked at the long convoy under the mountain, and then fixed her eyes on the leading car, facing Zhang Xiaojian accurately for a second.

Make sure he has seen himself, the girl turned and left...

Only five hundred meters away, I came to Hope Primary School, which was a bit old and broken last time.

It's just that today is different from the past. The primary school has been renovated, and the playground has adopted an all-plastic floor. Some children are running on it, occasionally falling down and then standing up after rolling, full of vitality and vigor.

The teaching building was repainted, and a new building was built not far away. In this building, there is a dining hall for students on the first floor, a library on the second floor, and spaces for teachers on the third and fourth floors.

The girl walked into this new multifunctional building.

Taking the elevator all the way to the fourth floor, when the elevator door opened, she wondered...why there is an elevator for a four-story building.

However, it is relieved to think that the area on the third floor is a recreation room, a billiards hall, and a gym..

She found the spacious room that belonged to her these past two days, opened it with the key, and walked in.

Then he took off those dirty white sneakers, lay down on the bed and began to quietly look at the ceiling.

...

"The air is so fresh!"

Xiao Li, who was the first to get out of the car, exclaimed, holding a small video camera, and then swept around with the lens.

In the end, the shot was fixed on the group of villagers down the mountain.

Knowing that Zhang Xiaojian is coming, Lao Sun naturally prepared a welcome ceremony...

Not only have all the cadres of the village committee come here, but now seeing this line of luxury cars, many villagers have also walked out of their homes and surrounded them.

For them, this winter is nothing...

Just like many years ago, when the Hope Primary School was established here, a group of wealthy people from the city came here to build a school. This year only a group of wealthy people came here to renovate the school.

But for Lao Sun, this winter has been very warm.

After Zhang Xiaojian and his party left, someone soon came to Feiluan Village, first solved the big problem of no coal in the school, and then he witnessed a four-story building rising from the ground in half a month. The speed is jaw-dropping.

Most importantly, he unloaded the burden of being a teacher... was appointed as the honorary principal of the Feiluan Village Hope Primary School. The leaders who were paid by name but never came have never seen him again.

So... Lao Sun was sure that the night Zhang Xiaojian and the others came, they were not bragging when they were eating roasted sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes around the fire. People could really achieve it.

Without seeing Zhang Xiaojian again, the old grandson rushed up like seeing his relatives by opening his arms.

Then he hugged Zhang Xiaojian fiercely...

Lao Sun's eyes were red because of his emotions.

The camera recorded this scene honestly.

——Hello.. What is this old man doing? Is he going to grab my husband?

——It turns out that Mr. Zhang...likes this mouth...

——Look... the old man was so excited that he almost cried. I don't believe it if there is no adultery.

...

Lao Sun's excitement certainly makes sense to him.

The reason is-a gust of wind lifted up the dust and lost his eyes...

In fact, he just wanted to give Zhang Xiaojian a warm hug, nothing more...

Zhang Xiaojian pushed away the old grandson, and the blushing girl jumped into his arms, looked left and right, and asked with wide eyes, "Where is Sister Mo Zhu?"

Zhang Xiaojian scratched the tip of her nose: "She didn't come, but she brought you a present."

Yaya is a little disappointed after hearing this, it seems that I can't eat delicious tonight...

But she quickly became relieved, after all, the food cooked in the school cafeteria is 10,000 times stronger than before.

Zhang Xiaojian scratched the tip of her nose: "It seems to be fat."

Liu Mei walked over at this time and hugged Yaya: "It's really fat, right?"

Lao Sun grinned and showed a big yellow tooth and said: "The school cafeteria stipulates that children in school must eat one egg a day. If they don't like it, they have to eat it. They have grown in half a year."

And then, of course, there was a greeting.

In addition to Lao Sun and Yaya, they have to shake hands with the village chief and his leadership team.

Seeing the enthusiastic smile of the village chief, Zhang Xiaojian remembered about Yue Liang.

If the village chief knew that the group of people in front of him sent Yue Liang in, he wouldn't know if such a sincere smile would overflow.

But it was not important. After the greeting, a firecracker was set off.

Surrounded by the village masters, the program crew and Zhang Xiaojian and his party went up the hillside and saw the brand-new Hope Primary School.

Yaya rushed over with her playmates, looking at so many cameras in front of her, she was often surprised.

A half-year-old boy raised his head and shouted: "Yeah, isn't this a defeated man!"

Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuo Fei looked at each other and laughed in unison, remembering the scene of them being defeated by a group of children with a snowball...

Naturally shouted together: "If you don't accept it, fight again."

It's just spring flowers blooming, where's the snow?

...

Liu Mei's schedule for today has already been arranged.

For the smooth recording of variety shows, she also arranged some games.

But she didn't expect that Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuo Fei were immediately surrounded by the children when they appeared.

The voices of laughter in the live broadcast screen, and those tender faces with simple and innocent smiles, can easily make the 20 million water friends in the live broadcast room a natural smile.

At this point, the offensive and defensive sides on the playground have been determined.

When there was no snow, they played sandbags. Anyway, Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuo Fei stood in the middle, with three or four children at each end.

In order to be cool, for variety effects, and to respond to the children's clamor, Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuo Fei played a game.

A sandbag was thrown out, and Zhuo Fei flashed through a backflip...

A sandbag was thrown out, and Zhang Xiaojian turned three hundred and six on his side, and fell to the ground after spinning around.

A sandbag was thrown out...

The 20 million water friends in the live broadcast room are stupid...

——Fuck, President Jian has really practiced.

——Junior Sword Master is also so handsome, do you see his abdominal muscles when he flips back...

Xiao Li squatted to the side and thought deeply, shit...Sword Master Zhenteniang's variety show wizard, with a lot of wealth and billions, can be so showy in a sandbag posture, it is really incomparable.

Just thinking about it, Zhang Xiaojian shouted: "Sister, Xiao Li, you two go up."

"Good." Xiao Li and Ning Xueqing walked into the court.

After watching Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuo Fei's performances, Xiao Li also wanted to show off, but was caught off guard. A sandbag hit his forehead and smashed his ass and sat on the rubber floor.

The children laughed, and the little black kid who threw the sandbags sincerely apologized: "Sorry, I forgot to shout and started..."

——

Zhang Xiaojian watched this scene with a smile, but finally took time out to take out his phone, found a WeChat account that hadn't been activated for a long time, opened the dialog box, and typed a line: "Does the nosebleed still flow?"

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