The reason why the city is prosperous is inseparable from the peasant friends who go to the city to work. In order to earn a better life for their families, they shed countless blood and sweat in the city and made great contributions to the prosperity of the city.

But when they do it. But because of his simple clothes, he still has to suffer the contempt of some people in the city all the time.

Even if this is a beautiful home that they have created with their own hands, they cannot fit in and have been ostracized. Thankfully, they still have a salary that is completely disproportionate to what they pay. At the end of each month, when they send these paychecks home, there is a moment when they are happy.

However, in recent years, some migrant workers cannot bear to live separately from their children. As a result, the term 'children of migrant workers' appeared in the city.

The biggest problem for migrant workers who bring their children with them is to go to school. They don't have a local hukou and want to go to a local school? Yes, the borrowing fee of tens of thousands of dollars a year is prohibitive for them.

The borrowing fee alone costs tens of thousands, the dark education system, have they ever thought that the annual income of a migrant worker friend can reach this number?

However, there are still a small number of migrant workers who grit their teeth, stomp their feet, and take out expensive borrowing fees to send their children to 'city people's schools'.

However, what makes them sad is this. They themselves are ostracized by the city, but their children are not immune to this treatment.

Some time ago, there was a report that a 'child of migrant workers', only 11 years old, could not bear the cynicism of the children in the city and the horizontal eyebrows of the teachers, and jumped from the eighth floor. A young life ended like this.

Who is responsible?

Suicide!

The school has a relationship and shirks all responsibilities, and migrant workers can only cry on the street, unable to get any justice.

There is more than one such poignant report.

Therefore, some migrant worker friends are thinking, is it right to let their children continue to be a left-behind child?

Fortunately, a school for the children of migrant workers appeared immediately afterward, which gave hope to migrant workers. These schools for the children of migrant workers are naturally incomparable with the schools for the children of urban people.

However, without having to pay expensive borrowing fees and no longer let their children be excluded by the children in the city, migrant workers are already very relieved.

At the foot of the overpass in Jeju City, next to the garbage recycling station, there is such a school for the children of migrant workers. The pungent smell wafting from the garbage recycling station does not affect the smiling faces of the children.

The two four-storey residential buildings labeled 'demolished' are the school's teaching buildings. There's a banner upstairs that makes people's noses sour when they look at it.

"Dad, Mom, Teacher, don't worry, I have the confidence to compete with others tomorrow!"

After the sound of reading and the bell rang like a broken gong, the children ran out of the dilapidated but very loving school building like little birds.

The children are in groups, some play hide and seek, some jump rubber bands, and some play eagles and chickens. There is absolutely no phenomenon here, eroded by electronics.

Because the school has no courtyard walls and is close to the main road. The vacant space could not fit there, so the children came to the abandoned parking lot across the road.

Xiaowei, who is nine years old this year, is in the third grade of primary school at this school for the children of migrant workers.

The little girl's hometown, thousands of miles away, is full of mountains and rivers. There are outstanding people, the old people are long-lived, the young men are strong, and the little girls are smart.

Although Xiaowei has been away from home for two years, she still has the handsomeness of a girl in the mountains. A floral dress with two ponytails. A pair of big watery eyes, as if they can speak.

Her academic performance is particularly good, which is surprising. Just two months ago, the school's principal struggled to secure a spot in the Jeju City Elementary School Mathematics Olympiad. Xiaowei went to participate on behalf of the school, passed five levels and cut six generals, like a dark horse running on the grassland, and finally won the first place in the Olympiad competition.

Xiaowei's appearance made some city people who couldn't see the children of migrant workers clearly look at each other and feel ashamed. It also makes teachers and students proud, and her parents feel gratified.

Oh, yes!

Regardless of the learning environment, it is enough for our migrant workers to have a heart to work hard. We have confidence and compare with others tomorrow!

Xiaowei likes to be quiet, and during recess, she occasionally plays with her classmates. This time she came out and did not participate in the games of her classmates.

When she came to school in the morning, she saw a stray dog on the side of the road. I don't know which ruthless person I encountered, the puppy was beaten all over his body and couldn't walk. Just lying on the side of the road, no one cares.

Xiaowei was very distressed, but she was just a child, and she knew what the family conditions were. If you bring a dog home, your parents will definitely not agree to it.

Therefore, Xiaowei could only save the breakfast that her father bought and send it to the dog.

Xiaowei came to the intersection alone, and when she saw that the puppy was still there, she ran over.

"Puppy, eat, eat." Xiaowei put everything she ate in front of the puppy.

The puppy was a little scared at first, but when he saw the fragrant thing, he knew that this handsome little girl had no ill intentions. Before eating, the tongue licked Xiaowei's palm, making Xiaowei giggle.

It's just that when she saw the puppy's bruised body, Xiaowei's nose was sore again.

"Puppy, I'll bring you a cardboard box in a moment, you can't leave until you're healed. Tomorrow I will get some medicine and wine to help you heal. Every day from now on, I will bring you something to eat, and you have to get better quickly. Xiaowei said.

The puppy seemed to understand what Xiaowei meant, and bit his tail and lay at Xiaowei's feet, humming a few times, as if he was being coquettish.

Just as Vicky was about to leave, a black Santana without a license plate crossed the side of the road. Immediately after, a middle-aged woman jumped out of the car with a panicked look.

"Your name is Xiaowei, right? Nine years old, right? There is a younger brother in his hometown, your father's name is Guo Deying, nicknamed Bangmallet. Your mother's name is Tan Juxiang, and she works as a cleaner in a nearby restaurant, am I right?! The middle-aged woman asked at Xiaowei.

What the middle-aged woman said was true, and Xiaowei nodded. However, she was still a little wary, because the middle-aged woman appeared too suddenly.

"Who are you?" Xiaowei asked vigilantly.

"I'm your mom's colleague, and your dad was in a car accident and he's going to die. He wanted to see you one last time, and your mother asked me to come to you. Let's go, wretched child. The middle-aged woman cried.

"My dad was in a car accident?" Xiaowei was so frightened that her little face turned white, and tears jumped out immediately.

"Hmmm! Let's go with Auntie and go to the hospital to see your father for the last time, or it will be too late! The middle-aged woman said.

"Auntie, I'...... I have to talk to the teacher, otherwise the teacher won't find me and will be worried. Xiaowei said.

"Is it the teacher who matters, or is it the importance of going to see your father?" Said the middle-aged woman.

"That'...... Auntie, do you have a phone? I can call the teacher. Xiaowei didn't trust the other party smartly, and still wanted to ask the teacher to help.

"Auntie has a phone, you get in the car first, come to the car and call!" The middle-aged woman said, taking Xiaowei's little hand.

"Auntie, you scratched me, you let me go, let me go!" Vicky struggled.

"Auntie, this is anxious, don't be rubbing, get in the car, get in the car!" The middle-aged woman directly saw that Xiaowei was struggling, so she didn't stop doing anything and forcibly took Xiaowei into the car.

Woohoo!

The injured puppy seemed to smell danger. Enduring the pain, he also jumped into the car

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