The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

The rural teacher's dormitory is very simple, and the main furniture is only two beds, one large and one small.

Teacher Xie sleeps on the larger bed himself, and the small bed is made of wood by himself.

Although the small bed was simple, the bedding on the bed was very thick, and Xiaoyong slept soundly there.

Perhaps because of a long-term insecurity, the child's whole body was balled up, like a ball. The cheeks exposed outside the quilt were dark and thin, arousing pity.

Although Teacher Xie didn't turn on the light, he was very cautious when he came in.

But the moment he entered the door, the child woke up immediately.

Teacher Xie simply turned on the light and asked him: "Did I wake you up, or did you just stay awake all this time?"

Xiaoyong said: "I didn't fall asleep."

Teacher Xie sighed: "You are such a preoccupied child!"

Xiaoyong simply sat up and asked uneasily: "Teacher, do you not want me anymore?"

Teacher Xie glared at him: "You kid, what are you doing? I am your teacher, and I will be for the rest of my life!"

He showed Xiaoyong the screen of his mobile phone: "Did you see it? This anchor sister is very powerful and can calculate everything. Can the teacher ask her to help you find your mother?"

Xiaoyong lowered his head and remained silent.

"When it comes to mother, that's it!" Teacher Xie sighed and said to Sang Feiwan, "He misses his mother in his heart, but his mother has not come back to see him for so many years, and the child feels a little uncomfortable. Anchor, Does this count?”

Sang Feiwan nodded: "Yes, and I won't charge you for this hexagram."

Teacher Xie hurriedly said: "How can this be done? I understand the rules of your live broadcast room. You must give what you should give."

Sang Feiwan smiled: "It doesn't matter, someone will pay for you. Right, Xuexue?"

Zhang Xuexue understood what Sang Feiwan meant and quickly threw out a few rewards: "I respect the teacher the most. Thank you, teacher, I paid for this hexagram for you."

Teacher Xie was a little embarrassed, but Sang Feiwan said, "It doesn't matter, she has money."

A koi that can pick up gold while walking certainly doesn't care about such a small amount of money.

After the reward was finished, Zhang Xuexue began to guess the result.

She sympathized with the child in her heart and wanted to give him a good ending, so Zhang Xuexue wanted to say: "Xiaoyong's mother will pick him up early tomorrow morning and reunite mother and son."

But I don’t know why I just feel it’s impossible.

If a mother really loves her children, how could she ignore them for so many years? No matter how poor and difficult it is, you can always do it with a look or a phone call, right?

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuexue sighed quietly: "I don't want to guess the ending this time. Wanwan, just tell me the result of your calculation."

Xiaoyong, who originally lowered his head, looked up at Sang Feiwan on the screen. In his innocent eyes, uneasiness, worry, and expectation were all mixed together.

Across the camera, Sang Feiwan met the child's eyes: "Your mother has a new family and is currently settled far away from you. Her husband doesn't know that she has a son. Xiaoyong, my Do you understand what I mean?"

Xiaoyong was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled silently: "I understand, she doesn't want me anymore. I've guessed it a long time ago."

Even if he had already guessed it, revealing the bloody truth would still be cruel to the child.

But Sang Feiwan felt that it was better to be cruel once than to wait in vain with hope.

Teacher Xie was a little disappointed when he heard this, but still tried to comfort Xiaoyong: "Your mother also has difficulties, don't blame her."

Xiaoyong was still smiling, and he said stubbornly: "If you don't want it, just don't want it. I don't miss her."

"You kid..." Teacher Xie reached out and rubbed the child's head, feeling heartbroken.

"Teacher, you said that since she didn't want me, why did she give birth to me? Why did she give birth to me and then abandon me without even looking at me."

The child's question made Teacher Xie feel sour and tears fell from her eyes.

He really feels sorry for this child!

In the first grade, there were still many students in the school.

The children are all naughty and active. After class, they can’t wait to rush out of the classroom and jump around to play.

Only Xiaoyong is particularly quiet. He always stood aside and watched silently, not liking to laugh or play.

At noon, other students were in the classroom eating meals brought from home. Xiaoyong ran away quickly, and then waited until classes were about to start in the afternoon before he ran into the classroom out of breath.

Teacher Xie talked to him, but the child was very defensive and refused to say anything.

Later, when Teacher Xie visited his home, he learned that his father had died young and his mother had remarried many years ago.

Although his grandmother had not passed away at that time, she was old and blind, and many housework tasks fell on her children.

Children from poor families have long been in charge of the family. At that time, Xiaoyong was only six years old and could cook quickly.

And he hurried away at noon every day just to go home and cook a meal for his grandma and help with housework. Then go back to school and have afternoon classes.

Although he was still a child, he took on the heavy pressure of life prematurely.

Teacher Xie saw that their family was living in poverty and their life was not easy, so he helped them apply for subsistence allowances, which made life a little better for them.

In order to prevent the child from being too withdrawn, Teacher Xie often chats with him and encourages children in the class to play more with Xiaoyong.

Gradually, Xiaoyong became cheerful and laughed, and became good friends with his classmates.

He particularly likes Teacher Xie and actively helps Teacher Xie with his work. I wiped the blackboard, handed out homework, and once sneaked into Teacher Xie's dormitory to clean. Then I was kicked out by Teacher Xie. He laughed and scolded: "Practice your calligraphy more when you have free time. Look, your handwriting is as ugly as a dog." !”

But for such a good child, his relatives left one by one, and his friends who had been together for several years also transferred to another school one after another...

He became a lonely person again, sitting alone in the classroom, standing alone under the national flag, alone looking forward to the sudden appearance of his mother...