[Would that mean I wouldn’t be able to see my little baby all afternoon? I would be lonely!]
[Then let’s go to the live broadcast room of Xiao Yu’er’s house next door. The aunt next door seems to be very satisfied with Shen Fanglan. 】
[Yes, yes, I didn’t expect that she could do everything the aunt told me in an orderly manner. She didn’t have the airs of a rich lady at all. It felt good to me. 】
Xiao Fubao and Sang Mizhou finished their meal quickly, and the cameraman immediately turned off the camera and handed it over to the people from the program team who came to collect it.
I went back to change out of my work clothes and put on my own clothes. As soon as I went out, I happened to meet the two of them.
Sang Mizhou glanced at him lightly: "Let's go together."
The photography guy nodded: "Okay."
The two of them walked beside Xiao Fubao, one on the left and the other on the right. The atmosphere was a bit depressing.
Little Fu Bao raised his little head.
Facing the bright sunshine, the photographer's thin bangs were gently placed on his forehead. Perhaps because of his work, his skin is not so fair and tender, and he looks healthier and more masculine.
His facial features are exquisite, his eyebrows are lowered, as if he is thinking about something, and his eyes seem a little lonely.
Suddenly, he felt a gentle hand grasp his finger.
Looking down, Xiao Fubao looked at him with a raised face and big watery eyes, seemingly worried: "Uncle, are you unhappy? It's not your fault today."
The photographer smiled forcefully: "Uncle is not unhappy because of this incident, it is because he remembered some things from the past."
After saying that, his eyes dimmed a little more.
Sang Mizhou suddenly said: "You used to be a firefighter, right?"
The photography guy was startled: "How do you know?"
"Because the scar on your arm is a burn, right?" Sang Mizhou glanced at the scar on his left elbow, "Plus your skin is darker, so you can probably guess it. Although it's not necessarily,
But it doesn’t matter if I guessed wrong.”
The photographer looked down at the scar on his elbow and finally showed a wry smile: "As you said, I used to be a firefighter."
Little Fubao tilted his head and looked at Sang Mizhou: "Brother, what is a firefighter?"
Sang Mizhou briefly described to her what a firefighter is: "When you encounter dangers and difficulties and are trapped in a fire, you are the first person to rush into the sea of fire and rescue you."
Little Fubao's eyes lit up, and he looked at the photography brother with admiration in his eyes: "Wow! Uncle is so awesome!"
The photography brother gave a bitter smile and shook his head: "Uncle is not great at all. Uncle... once killed a child. It is our duty to save people, but I did not save that child and let him die in my
before."
At that time, he was going to support the earthquake area. After he rescued all the people trapped in the high-rise building, his physical strength was gradually exhausted.
He thought there was no one there anymore, but when he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the faint cry of a child under a big rock.
He ran to the stone and lay down on it to see that a five or six-year-old boy was actually trapped under it. Because there was just a gap between the two stones, the little boy was not injured.
There was a large crack in the ceiling directly above his stone, and there was a faint tendency to fall.
If he was not rescued in time, the child would probably die.