The photographer stood up and walked to Lu Zhaoxi, lowering his voice and asking: "When will he be discharged from the hospital?"
After Lu Zhaoxi calmed down, his hostility towards him was no longer so great.
The tone is still cold: "The doctor said that I will observe you for one night today. If nothing happens, I can shoot normally tomorrow."
"That's good." The photography guy nodded in relief, "Then I'll go out and call the director back."
He turned around and was about to leave, but Lu Zhaoxi suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."
The photographer stopped and turned around with a puzzled look on his face.
Lu Zhaoxi hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "I'm sorry today, I'm too anxious."
After hearing about the photographer's previous career and what he had experienced from Sang Mizhou, he realized that he was actually the one suffering the most mentally.
I still accuse him indiscriminately.
The photographer was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, it's true that I didn't take good care of them. If I had insisted on following them, nothing would have happened next."
Lu Zhaoxi didn't say anything else.
It's enough for the two of them to talk.
Who is right and who is wrong is actually not that important.
With little Fubao accompanying Lu Zhiyang all afternoon, Lu Zhiyang was not so bored.
By evening, several people were ready to go back.
"Are you going back?" Lu Zhiyang grabbed the hem of Xiao Fubao's clothes with a bit of reluctance on his face.
Little Fubao nodded: "Yes! Fubao is going back with his brother! Brother Little Sheep, we will see you tomorrow!"
Lu Zhiyang slowly let go of his hand, nodded, and said somewhat gloomily: "See you tomorrow."
Xiao Fubao followed Sang Mizhou and the photographer brother out of the hospital, and the car that came to pick them up had already stopped at the door.
After getting in the car, Sang Mizhou fastened her seat belt for her.
"Are you relieved now?"
Little Fu Bao nodded: "Yes! Brother Little Sheep seems to be very healthy!"
Sang Mizhou smiled and said nothing.
Fortunately, this time I was just overly frightened and nothing happened.
But being frightened can still have very dangerous consequences for a patient with congenital heart disease.
After this time, the program team and the people in the village should be more careful.
When we returned to the village, it was already completely dark.
Because they took leave this afternoon, the program team did not send them meals.
Fortunately, there are still dumplings given by the old lady to eat.
Sang Mizhou pulled the frozen dumplings out from under the table and shouted outside: "How many dumplings do you want to eat?"
Little Fu Bao ran to the kitchen door with a milk stick in his mouth and stuck his little head in to look inside.
She tilted her head and thought: "Seven!"
Sang Mizhou raised his eyebrows and glanced back at her: "It's so little, are you full?"
After listening to his words, Xiao Fubao thought about it seriously: "Then... 8!"
Sang Mizhou laughed.
What is the difference between 7 and 8?
In the end, he cooked 10 dumplings and gave them to her.
Sang Mizhou cooked the dumplings quickly.
The big one and the small one sat under the tree at the door with bowls in their hands, blowing the cool evening breeze, looking at the hills in the distance, one tall and one short, hidden in the clouds and mist, and thousands of houses brightly lit, and their hearts rose inexplicably.
A sense of belonging.
Xiao Fubao blew the steaming dumplings with his small mouth and took a big bite of it. His eyes suddenly lit up: "It's delicious!"