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Qian Fu and the cameraman saw that Meng Xiaoxian was leaving, so naturally they didn't have the intention of staying here, so he decided to follow Meng Xiaoxian to shoot. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Meng Xiaoxian was still in a weak state, he also found the two people behind him. She put on a non-threatening stinky face to scare the two away, but found it useless.

This instead aroused the laughter of Qian Fu and the cameraman, and they simply didn't hide it, and followed Meng Xiaoxian directly. As a journalist, you naturally have to be thick-skinned, and Qian Fu is no exception. Gradually, Meng Xiaoxian could only get used to the existence of two "big tails".

Looking into the distance, she found a village, hidden in the night. The village is not large, about seven or eight hundred people, and there is a vacant lot at the entrance of the village, on which a large cauldron is set up, and dozens of people sit around the cauldron to eat, that is more than 20 children and a dozen elderly people.

Without exception, the closer you get to the epicenter, the more the buildings are damaged, just like the village in front of you, almost no one is intact.

There are many bungalows in the countryside, some of which are made of wood, and even if they collapse, they have a good chance of surviving as long as they find a corner to hide or go directly under the table. At this time, there were several old people who were rescuing people on the rubble, their rickety bodies and panting appearance, making people have no doubt that they would fall like this the next moment, but they were still holding on.

Meng Xiaoxian couldn't help but sigh that with the rapid development of cities, the acceleration of urbanization, and the transfer of rural population to cities, more and more rural people are no longer satisfied with relying on the fields handed down from their ancestors for survival, but leave their children and parents behind, go out to work, and earn their families.

Therefore, the progress of the rescue is very slow, and the countless bricks and tiles are by no means able to be cleared by these frail old people in a day or two.

Walking up quickly, Meng Xiaoxian and the group of people gathered. They looked at Meng Xiaoxian's gaze, some were curious, and some were surprised.

An old man looked at Meng Xiaoxian's appearance and identified her as a refugee, and couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart, and had the idea of entertaining Meng Xiaoxian, after all, they are all fallen people at the end of the world, and these simple and hospitable mountain people, even if a catastrophe happens, it has not changed the quality left by their ancestors.

But Meng Xiaoxian was not a refugee, so she politely refused, and she directly explained her intention.

An old man said: "Girl, it is enough for you to have this heart, but unfortunately the village is like this, and it can't treat you well. ”

"Grandpa, I'm really here to help you, don't believe me, there are two followers behind me."

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At the same time, a wandering singer walked on a half-collapsed road, surrounded by no one around, he Yu Yu walked alone, and the night set off him very lonely. He was carrying a very shabby guitar, leaning against a blue one-shoulder bag at his waist, and his jeans were whipped white, which was his image at this time.

He had been heading west, and Longhua Province was one of his targets.

Along the way, relying on a few songs provided by Meng Xiaoxian, the money he earned was enough for him to rent a good house to live in, but he didn't do that, but only kept a little of the money he earned each time as food expenses, and he saved the rest.

He did not change his shabby clothes, and the garden, the street and the footbridge were his resting places every evening.

After the earthquake, he reduced his meals from three meals a day to two, and he worked harder to sing, which brought about the consequence that his voice was faintly decaying.

At this time, he was carrying more than 4,000 yuan in cash that he had recently obtained from selling songs, and he was ready to give the money to people in need.

Quan Zhiteng passed by a small town, sighed at the rapid progress of the rescue, and was relieved to see that everyone was well settled.

So he set off, walking on the same road that Meng Xiaoxian had taken when he went, and getting closer and closer to the small village where Meng Xiaoxian was currently located......

However, he didn't have Meng Xiaoxian's ungodly vision, he didn't find the only path leading to this village, nor did he find this small village hidden in the depths of the dense forest, so he and Meng Xiaoxian missed it.

He continued on his walk and came to a new city. It can be seen that the city is still relatively prosperous compared to other places, because some cars can already be seen on the street.

However, high-rise buildings here are still rare, and in some areas of western China, the height of buildings cannot exceed five floors, because the number "five" is the birthday of a god in their western region, and it is taboo to exceed five floors.

Judging from the buildings alone, it is clear that there is still a lot of faith in this god here.

The lower floors also meant mortality, and the immortal did protect his followers to a certain extent.

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Meng Xiaoxian located all the villagers who still showed signs of life, put dead branches on them, and tied a rag as a marker, and the spiritual power that had finally recovered had been exhausted again in just one hour.

What made Meng Xiaoxian feel helpless was that she still had to make a prostrate gesture and pretend to listen to the sound, for fear that someone would be suspicious, especially since there was a reporter next to her - this kind of curiosity and thirst for knowledge will never be stopped.

Naturally, she couldn't let go of the two "laborers" who came with her, no, the two of them were digging in the ruins and sweating profusely.

There's a reason why Meng Xiaoxian didn't participate in the excavation, because after locating everyone through the perspective ability, her brain had difficulty directing her limbs to move.

Simply, she lay down like this, surrounded by a group of innocent and lovely children, the younger ones were only four or five years old, and the older ones were only thirteen or fourteen years old, and they were still at the age of innocence and unrestrainedness.

Most of the old people here look down on life and death, but children are different, they know that if the children see these scenes this night, it will become a psychological shadow for these children. Therefore, the old man took these children far away and did not let them see some things that they should not see.

A group of children gathered around Meng Xiaoxian, but Meng Xiaoxian was at a loss, and an aunt lit a bonfire here to illuminate the surroundings.

Meng Xiaoxian and a group of children sat around the fire, listening to the children's chirping and cheering, and the boredom in their hearts dissipated a lot.

I remember that when I was a child, I was also surrounded by a group of good friends, but the more I grew up, the more lonely I found myself.

Meng Xiaoxian has hardly experienced this kind of bonfire party at night, and only rural children have a good childhood.

An aunt brought a bundle of mats and spread them on the ground, so that Meng Xiaoxian and the child could have a place to sit.

…… (To be continued.) )