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Rao is a young botanist like Zhang Moxin, who is internationally famous, and he can't find the hollowed-out mountain under such circumstances.

Because, this is the kind of landscape photo, the wide-angle perspective, you can only see the shape of the winding and undulating mountains.

"Then you can come to Zhangjia Village." Ruan Mianmian said softly to Zhang Moxin on the phone.

Zhang Moxin: ...

He found out that coming to Huaxia was a wrong decision! Not only did he not catch up with his goddess, but he also put himself in!

How nice it was for him to go back and plant his own roses!

"If you refuse, I'll kill you." Ruan Mianmian added.

Zhang Moxin: ...

After hanging up the phone, Fu Ting hugged Fu Qian, and at this time the baby had woken up, looking at Zhang Moxin with an innocent and ignorant face.

In more than two months, Fu Qian has become more and more beautiful!

The pitch-black pupils, fair skin, and cute cherry mouth, except for those eyes that look like Ruan Mianmian, the others are exactly the same as Fu Ting.

Looking at him, you can know what Fu Tingze was like when he was a child!

Therefore, when one big and one small Fu Ting looked at Zhang Moxin, Zhang Moxin couldn't say anything to refuse.

"Okay..."In the quiet office, Zhang Moxin's voice seemed to be heard gritting his teeth.

...

In the deep hinterland of the mountains in Zhangjia Village, there are 158 villagers, except for some left-behind elderly people and children, and less than 10 young people who have not gone out to work in the village.

It had been a week since the poisoning of the villagers, and Zhou Zhou's informant had given her the information on the third day after the villagers' poisoning.

Therefore, when the Wednesday arrived at the home of the poisoned villager, the person concerned was already able to walk on the ground.

This time, they opted for unconventional shooting.

The camera is hidden in the buttons of Cui Jun's shirt, with a sweatshirt on the outside, and a small hole is dug in the position of the camera, which is not visible to ordinary people.

The three pretended to be lost in the tour and entered the person's house, ready to ask for directions.

"Uncle, we're here for a tour, and I don't know how to get out at this time." Zhang Ranran roared loudly and said to a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties.

The man had a dark complexion and was wearing a navy blue shabby tunic, with severe damage at the neckline and cuffs.

"Uncle, can we go in and beg for a drink?" Zhou Zhou was carrying Cui Jun, looking like a couple.

The man glanced at the three of them, judging from their clothing and appearances whether they were outsiders or not.

"There's no water." The man waved his hand in awkward Mandarin.

Zhou Zhou licked his lips and said, "We are so thirsty that we have walked the mountain road all morning." ”

The man's face did not move, he waved his hand, pointed to a way out, and said, "You have to go out of the Ke there." ”

"Thank you!" Zhang Ranran said.

The three of them were about to leave, and then, Zhou Zhou suddenly pointed to a small stream next to the man's house, which should be spring water, because this water flowed out of a gap in the mountain.

It looks very clear and crystalline.

"Zhou Zhou, there is water there, I look like spring water, you go drink it." Zhang Ranran pointed over there.

Cui Jun's camera has always been on the man, and before, his expression has been indifferent.

And when Zhang Ranran said that sentence, the man's face changed suddenly!

"Can't drink it!" The man opened his arms and stopped Zhou Zhou from advancing.

"Why? I see that the environment here is very good, and the water at home should not be bad. Uncle, for my sake, let me drink it! Zhou Zhou made a gesture of please.

The man shook his head, he would neither hide his expression nor act on that natural look.

Therefore, his expression has always been serious, even hideous.

"Uncle, I see that your face is not very good, are you sick?" Zhang Ranran asked.

When the man heard this, his eyes moved, and then he coughed as if he were responding to the situation.

This cough bent all the bones in the spine.

And this bend seems to let the three of them see the poverty and hardship of this family.

The throats of the three of them tightened slightly, and their eyes turned slightly red as they looked at the middle-aged man in shabby clothes in front of them.

"Uncle, you seem to be sick." Zhang Ranran took a slight breath and asked.

The man coughed again, waved his hand, and said, "Hurry up!" ”

"We can't get out!" Zhou Zhou said suddenly.

She walked up to the man, showed her press card, and said, "Uncle, we are reporters, and we came here today to interview you about the illegal operation of Yongcheng Garment Factory." ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes immediately changed!

No longer kind, no longer kind.

"Let's go! You go! In our place, the most annoying thing is the journalist!! The man suddenly became agitated, waving his weak arms and chasing the three of them.

But how far could his weak gait and wheezing breath drive them away?

Not far away, they even stayed where they were.

Cui Jun stepped forward and supported the trembling man, a trace of sadness flashed on his face, and then he said softly: "Are you willing to look at people like you, poisoned?" Do you think this place can afford the medical expenses after poisoning? ”

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped moving.

He stared blankly ahead, and there was no look in his eyes.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, took off Cui Jun's support, and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about." ”

Then he went home and closed the door.

The handle on the rusty door was crooked, and the big red couplet on it had faded red in the corners because of the wind and rain.

Just like this home, it has faded the color of life.

The three people watched the man go home on Wednesday, and the gaunt back was reflected in their minds, and it couldn't be dissipated for a long time.

Do you know why the weak are sympathetic?

Because that touch of hardship and pain touches your heart, it will make you sad, make you regret your usual extravagance and profligacy, and it will also make you reflect on why you are the lucky one.

Before coming here, they only imagined in their minds the difficulties of poisoning the villagers, and after arriving here, they could not imagine their difficulties.

The blue tunic that I don't know how long I have been wearing has become the deepest impression in everyone's minds.

"Cui Jun, decorate that mountain spring water." Zhou Zhoudao.

"Okay."

After that, everyone stayed at the villagers' houses and did not go anywhere.

They had to interview the villager, not for the task, but for the word "humanity".

When the most vulnerable side of human nature is presented to you, the only thing you can do is to help, do whatever it takes to help him.

[Author's digression]: 10,000 words update, the last day.

I would like to tell you a little bit about the update. In July, I completed the promise of 10,000 changes, and in August, there will be no 10,000 updates, but I will keep 6,000 updates. Why is it no longer a million changes, one is that I am not a full-time author, and I often travel on business. The second is a more important point, this month, because of the 10,000 more, these 300,000 miles, at least 50,000 words I wrote is very rubbish. In order to keep it up-to-date, the quality of the article is seriously lacking, which is not the purpose and original intention of my writing. So, in order to maintain the overall quality, I decided not to do more.