27. Leaking Heavenly Secrets (2)

"I didn't expect that last year and now have changed so much. Xiaomin, you see, the old houses on both sides of Renmin Road have basically been taken off their hats, and a few black tiles are not visible. Look, those buildings under construction are one after another, if you wait a few more years to form a piece------ "An adult man with a camera bowed his head and said to the girl next to him, "It's like some coastal cities, so it looks like Wenzhou, which is at the forefront of reform and opening up!"

"Yes, Dad, our old house is there, that, I saw it. The girl with a pair of thick wide glasses and a slightly red face pointed to the front and bottom, and said, "Dad, our hometown is about to be demolished, where will we be placed by the government?"

"Don't worry, good daughter, Dad has completed the demolition procedures, and Xiaomin will soon have a new house to live in. The man, whom the girl called his father, comforted.

Zheng Xuanqi's eyesight is very good, and his memory is stronger, and he immediately recognized this girl as his former high school classmate. Although the height is not tall enough, the facial features, especially the iconic yellow hair and white skin, Fu Xiaomin, are undoubted.

Fu Xiaomin, who sat at his front table in high school, naturally communicated more between the two. Later, after graduating from university, her father was assigned to the Cultural Affairs Bureau because of his love and proficiency in photography; after that, in order to cultivate his hobby and interest in photography, his father often took her out to sketch and take pictures, that is, to get close to nature, but also to record the various states of the world, so very young, Fu Xiaomin walked all over Wenzhou's Shixiang Old Street, Xiaoqiao Ancient Township, of course, Zhejiang, other cities in the country also often set foot.

"If you take a few photos of Wenzhou every week or every month, and accumulate over time, then one or two decades later, looking back, this may be a photo documentary of Wenzhou's urban changes. Zheng Xuanqi gently approached the father and daughter and whispered. The sound was small, but it was enough to float into the ears of the Fu family's father and daughter.

"Well, young man, what a good idea, why didn't I think of it, a documentary on the evolution of Wenzhou city, it will be a precious map of the place!" The middle-aged man woke up like a dream, and almost shouted excitedly. This is an idea that Fu Tingchao never thought of, as a staff member of the Cultural Bureau, and as a photography enthusiast, he is also a little well-known in the Wenzhou Photography Association, but this film has not been pierced, and now the sound of the young man next to him seems to make his mind suddenly open, like opening a new door.

In the past, Fu Tingchao's photography was always based on his personal interests and hobbies, shooting and taking pictures anytime and anywhere, and he didn't care too much about the subject, but now, I have to go home and think about it, Fu Tingchao said to himself silently.

"Hello young man, let me introduce myself, my name is Fu Tingchao, I work in the Municipal Bureau of Culture, this is my baby daughter, Fu Xiaomin. I usually have a hobby of photography, and your suggestion just now made me feel like I was suddenly enlightened, thank you so much. Fu Tingchao looked at the teenager in front of him who was about 10 centimeters shorter than himself, stretched out his hand, and said very kindly.

"Hello!" Fu Xiaomin greeted politely, wondering why he hadn't noticed a teenager standing next to him and his father.

"Hello, you're polite, my name is Zheng Xuanqi, I'm a middle school student, and I just inadvertently felt it. Zheng Xuanqi also stretched out his right hand, held Fu Tingchao's right hand tightly, and said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you." ”

The handshake was very short, and Zheng Xuanqi did not deliberately peek into Fu Tingchao's thoughts or memories.

"What is this called, the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, hehe! It is in vain that I am an expert who has been immersed in photography for more than ten years. Fu Tingchao smiled and said, "Middle school student, you should be in the third year of junior high school!"

"Hehe, you said that you are old, and you are only going to go to junior high school in the second half of the year. Zheng Xuanqi was a little embarrassed, it seems that he has really changed a lot during this time.

"Uh, I'm just going to go to junior high school!" Fu Tingchao was stunned, looked at his daughter, and then turned his head to look at Zheng Xuanqi, comparing the difference between the two, "I'm sorry, I really can't see it, haha, my daughter is only in junior high school in the second half of the year, what's the -------matter?"

"Maybe I'm a farmer on the outskirts of the city, it's not that the baby in the countryside is in charge early, it's a little precocious. Zheng Xuanqi immediately understood and said.

"Both urban and rural areas are the same, they are all Wenzhou people, and everyone will grow up one day. ”

In this chat, Zheng Xuanqi and Fu Tingchao started a conversation. A middle school student, a civil servant, and two men who are not on the same channel at all, until the sun sets slightly in the west, and the open words are slowly exhausted. Zheng Xuanqi said goodbye to Fu Tingchao and left, but during this chat, Fu Xiaomin, a former high school classmate, rarely interjected, just like her performance in high school, looking like a small jasper, a full listener.

"Dad, why did you talk to this Zheng Xuanqi like this, you have been chatting for more than 2 hours. Have you forgotten that you took me out to play? Fu Xiaomin took his father Fu Ting's super wide hand and said coquettishly.

"Good daughter, you say that, it's true, why did I talk to this young man like that! Strange! Alas, Dad, will I accompany you tomorrow?" Fu Tingchao looked like he was apologizing, "But then again, this teenager named Zheng Xuanqi is really not simple!"

"Isn't it simple? Isn't it as old as me, and can speak, so that he can speak. ”

"Good daughter, didn't you hear your father and that Zheng Xuanqi talking about Wenzhou's urban planning and construction, economic development prospects, and Dad's occupation and cultural construction. Fu Tingchao explained slowly, "If he is really as he said, he is a junior high school student studying in the suburbs, no matter how precocious he is, it is impossible to describe the development of Wenzhou in the next few years in such detail, and these contents are not something that can be queried by his level." Wenzhou's planning and construction in the next five years may still be lying in the Provincial Planning Department now!" Fu Tingchao pondered for a moment and said, "Well, his vision and knowledge do not match his age at all, but looking at what he said is the way of the Tao, it doesn't look like he is untargeted." Now that you think about it, all of this can only show that this teenager as old as you has a forward-looking vision and wisdom that his peers do not have, and he is a genius!"

"Dad, you've never complimented someone like that. Fu Xiaomin praised his father, who had never praised people for less than a few hours today, and said with a little dissatisfaction, with some intriguing jealousy hidden in his eyes.

"Of course, of course, our baby daughter is not worse than him at all, photography and art must have thrown him several streets, from Wuma Street to Qingming Bridge. Fu Tingchao looked down at his daughter, and from the upturned movement of her mouth, it was obvious that he was dissatisfied, and hurriedly flattered him.

"It's really just photography and art. Fu Xiaomin muttered softly.

"Dad, do you have his contact information?" Fu Xiaomin suddenly looked up and asked.

"Oops, I forgot to ask, I forgot to ask his phone number because we were talking so hard. Alas, look at my memory. Fu Tingchao patted his head and said regretfully, "But, good daughter, why are you asking this?"

"Ah, I, I want to see what is strange about this peer who is called a genius by your father, Zheng Xuanqi?" Fu Xiaomin was aroused by curiosity and said unconvinced.