"Actually, I really hate that kind of show, but sometimes I can't refuse."
Han Qiaoqiao lifted a strand of black hair that was blown by the wind. For the first time, she was less charming and more helpless.
"In order to maintain my star image, I have participated in many charity activities, and I have also gone to impoverished mountainous areas to make donations for poverty alleviation. But the situation was completely different. Did you know that people from my company had arrived there a week in advance?
I made an agreement with the principal there to teach those children in advance what to say in front of the media, and even let them practice smiling and crying."
Han Qiaoqiao lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, "When I participated in this kind of activity for the first time, I saw the children standing at the school gate holding flowers to welcome me, with such innocent and bright smiles. I was still very happy at the time, thinking that these children
I was really welcomed, and later I found out that children who were willing to stand at the door holding flowers could get a few more dollars or an extra gift than other children."
Fang Ming fell silent, because he knew that what Han Qiaoqiao needed at this moment was his listening.
"The smiles on the children's faces were all trained by the company a week in advance. How to smile and what to say are all set according to the settings."
"I don't blame these children, because they are indeed suffering. They just want one more candy, one more set of clothes, or one more toy."
"What I hate is the media that uses these children to hype up. You know, a photographer who participated in an event with me once told me that he often took photos of left-behind children and poor children. These photos caused a stir online.
The attention of many people has also earned him many awards. The child's helpless eyes and dirty clothes always touch the softest part of people's hearts."
"But do you know what he told me in the end? He said that these photos were all taken by him looking for children. Sometimes in order to take a photo, he would let the children stand there motionless for several hours, and even
Sometimes he even let his children stand outside the door in the cold winter to catch the cold. According to what he said, only in this way will the children's faces turn red and the photos will be better."
"Just for this effect, the child stood in the cold wind for several hours. In the end, the photographer won the prize, but the child only received five yuan."
Han Qiaoqiao's tone was a little excited, and Fang Ming sighed slightly, "In fact, this matter cannot be judged one-sidedly. At least, these photos have brought more attention to the left-behind children."
"But it also left trauma in the hearts of those children. What children at this age want is self-esteem, not a prop to become a public figure or a wealthy person to gain good reputation, nor to become a material used by the media to attract traffic and eyeballs.
"
Fang Ming was a little surprised as to why Han Qiaoqiao suddenly became so excited. This seemed to be a bit beyond common sense, and her thoughts were also a bit extreme.
Han Qiaoqiao's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she looked at Fang Ming with her beautiful eyes, as if she knew what Fang Ming was thinking, and lightly opened her red lips: "I spent the two years from the age of three to five in an orphanage.
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"What?"
Fang Ming was really shocked by Han Qiaoqiao's words. When he first met Han Qiaoqiao, Han Qiaoqiao looked like a proud little princess. In his opinion, Han Qiaoqiao must have been born with a golden key in her urine.
Oh, he never imagined that Han Qiaoqiao had stayed in an orphanage for several years.
However, it was difficult for Han Qiaoqiao to ask him if he didn't tell her. Just when the atmosphere became a little awkward, a dog barked from the direction of the gate.
Woof woof woof!
"Hey, where did this dog come from? Get out quickly!"
At the entrance of the orphanage, an old man who was responsible for guarding the gate was about to take out a stick and chase him, but Old Huang was so fast that he disappeared in a few steps.
"Old man, this is my family dog. It won't bite."
When Fang Ming saw Lao Huang rushing towards him, he quickly shouted to the old man behind him, but just as he finished speaking, Lao Huang suddenly bit his trouser leg.
"this……"
Fang Ming's expression was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Lao Huang to be so disrespectful. This was a slap in his face. Looking at the guard's wary eyes, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Fang Ming, you are trying to laugh me to death."
Han Qiaoqiao on the side was laughing so hard when he saw this scene, and the previous embarrassing atmosphere was swept away. Looking at Lao Huang biting the corner of Fang Ming's trousers, he asked curiously: "Could this be the perverted dog from back then?"
Bar."
"Yes, it will be replaced if it's fake."
Han Qiaoqiao rolled her eyes, but still knelt down and touched Old Huang's dog's head with her pretty hand, "Old Huang, do you still remember me?"
Lao Huang showed two sharp teeth and grinned at Han Qiaoqiao, but still did not let go of Fang Ming's trousers. Obviously, our Lao Huang also remembered this little girl back then.
"Although you are a perverted dog, you are better than your master. At least you were the one guarding me during those nights, unlike some people who just left me in a cave and ignored me, and were not afraid that I would be killed.
The beast ate him."
Han Qiaoqiao was referring to Sang and Huai, but Fang Ming could only smile helplessly. It was hard for him to explain to Han Qiaoqiao that with Lao Huang around, no wild beast in the mountains would dare to get close. Lao Huang was the biggest beast.
"Old Huang, loose your mouth. I told you not to pull me out. OK, OK, I'll go with you."
Fang Ming saw something was wrong. Lao Huang bit his trouser leg obviously in order to drag him out of the door. Based on his understanding of Lao Huang, there must be a reason for Lao Huang to do this.
Hearing Fang Ming's words, Old Huang opened his mouth and ran towards the door. Fang Ming said to Han Qiaoqiao: "I guess something happened to Old Huang. I'll go out and take a look."
"Forget it, I'll go with you too."
Fang Ming glanced at Han Qiaoqiao, who knew what Fang Ming meant, "Don't worry, I have a hat and sunglasses in the car."
After leaving the orphanage, Han Qiaoqiao took off her sunglasses and hat from the car and dressed up so that it would be difficult for anyone who wasn't staring carefully to recognize her identity.
Old Huang was trotting in front, heading towards an older alley on the side of the orphanage. This was the suburb of Shanghai, with many houses from the 1980s and 1990s, but most of them were uninhabited.
The original residents here were all old Magic City people. With the rapid economic development of Magic City in recent years, most of them have made money and moved away from here. The old houses left behind are just waiting for compensation for demolition in the future.
Therefore, many houses here are rented to migrant workers, and only a few elderly people do not leave because they are attached to this place.
"Woof woof woof!"
Lao Huang finally stopped in front of the gate of a factory building at the end of the alley and yelled inside.
"Old Huang, this old perverted dog, must have taken a liking to that dog here."
Han Qiaoqiao glanced inside the door, and was happy to see it, because there was a locked black dog in the left corner of the factory building, lying on the ground at the moment.
"Old Huang's judgment is too bad. This dog doesn't look like a junk dog. Moreover, it has lost all its hair and is so dirty."
Girls are somewhat mysophobic, and Han Qiaoqiao is no exception. She wouldn't hate a clean dog, but she would hide as far away from such a dirty dog as possible.
Fang Ming was also stunned. Although he knew that Lao Huang was famous for being a coquettish guy, he would not fall in love with such a dog.
"Woof, woo~"
Lao Huang turned his head and bit Fang Ming's trouser leg again, and the black dog in the yard stood up suddenly after hearing Lao Huang's voice and roared desperately at the door.
Fang Ming frowned. This factory was obviously an abandoned factory, and it was not large in scale. It should have been a small-scale workshop in the 1980s and 1990s, and it probably closed down later.
However, this factory building is obviously inhabited, because there are clothes hanging to dry in the yard, and the door of that factory building is also ajar.
Bang bang bang!
When Old Huang saw that Fang Ming had no reaction, he raised his claws to avoid hitting the iron door. The iron door, which had been standing for many years, felt shaky under Old Huang's fierce and tiger-like slaps.
"Old Huang, stop taking pictures."
Fang Ming quickly stopped Lao Huang because he saw a woman walking out of the factory. She was in her thirties, fair-skinned, good-looking, and fashionably dressed.
"Who are you?"
The woman's face darkened when she walked to the iron gate and saw Fang Ming and Han Qiaoqiao, "This is my iron gate. If it's broken, you'll have to pay for it."
Han Qiaoqiao was about to speak, but Fang Mingming gave her a look to signal her not to speak, then faced the woman and said with a smile: "This sister is really sorry, that's it, we are staff of the street office.
This visit is also to conduct a visit and survey among our street residents to see if they have any requirements for the work of our street office so that we can improve in future work."
"The street office? Why haven't I seen you before?" The woman stared at Fang Ming and Han Qiaoqiao with suspicion.
"We are new here. Isn't there going to be a big boom in our area recently? Oh, look what I said. It's actually just a very simple survey."
Fang Ming made a panicked look as if he almost let something slip, but the woman's eyes lit up after hearing what he said, "Is our area finally going to be demolished?"
"I didn't say this. We are just visiting and investigating. Can you cooperate with our investigation?" Fang Ming looked around, pretending to know nothing.
"Okay, okay, of course no problem."
The woman nodded quickly, with a smile on her face, and then unlocked the iron door. Han Qiaoqiao looked at Fang Ming who strode into the door, bit her jade teeth lightly, and muttered: "This is not a little Taoist priest, he is clearly a
You little liar, you can tell lies better than I can act, you just show your true colors."
The iron door opened, and there was a figure faster than Fang Ming. That was Lao Huang. Lao Huang instantly ran towards the black dog that was locked on one side.