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The next day, Meng Xiaoxian woke up early. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time, in a tent marked the "Red Cross," Qian Fu also woke up early, preparing to make one last visit to the disaster-stricken town with his wounds, and then return to Taiwan with the cameraman on a military fighter plane to hand in their interview materials.

This was two days earlier than the expected return time, and in addition to Qian Fu's inconvenience for a more in-depth interview with his injury, the camera was also damaged by the green wolf, leaving only a lone recording function.

In the early morning, the two conducted a round of interviews, most of whom were people in the disaster area, but some were doctors and soldiers.

"Old Master, before parting, do you want to go and see Meng Xiaoxian and say goodbye to her?" After the interview, the cameraman looked at Qian Fu and opened his mouth to propose.

"What do you think? Since we parted yesterday, we have lost contact with her, not to mention that this disaster area is far from being comparable to the previous towns and villages, the area is vast, how easy is it to find someone? Let it all be......" Qian Fu sighed, and his hands stopped on his lower abdomen, and the scene of Meng Xiaoxian's careful suturing operation for him yesterday is still vivid.

"Also, old man, you are really careless, and you didn't ask anyone for a contact information, it's a pity." The videographer shook his head, disappointed.

"I said, everything follows fate, and before fate comes, don't force it, that won't be beautiful, so there's nothing to be sorry for." Qian Fu said calmly.

The cameraman pursed her dry lips and said with a little admiration: "When you were injured, she personally helped you operate, I saw her disinfect her hands with alcohol, her hands were all wounds, alcohol penetrated into the wounds, it must have been extremely painful, but she endured it, she is a good girl, you didn't grasp it, it's a pity." ”

"What do you say?! She...... I felt dazed, and I couldn't see what she was doing, but I didn't expect her to give so much for me. Qian Fu sighed leisurely, it is undeniable that he did have a good impression of Meng Xiaoxian in the two days he spent with her, but unfortunately this good impression ended without a problem.

"Old man, you can change from an intern reporter to a full-fledged reporter at such a young age, and you have been heavily assigned to the disaster area to conduct interviews, don't tell me that you have no background in Taiwan." The cameraman changed the subject with a bit of a verifying tone.

“…… That's right, in fact, the front desk director of CCTV is my grandfather, and many people in the station look at his face and take care of me, but I don't want these, I want to rely on my own ability to make myself worthy of a salary and position. Qian Fu nodded and said calmly.

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Meng Xiaoxian, supported by Quan Zhiteng, staggered to the broadcast studio on the second floor step by step.

Contrary to what you might expect, there aren't too many high-end equipment, just a computer, a microphone, a pair of headphones and a tuner.

Quan Zhiteng first turned on the computer, and then adjusted the microphone to ensure that he could speak normally, and then clicked on a website, which was filled with encouragement and comfort from people from all over the country, and these words were still refreshed in real time to ensure that the blessings he said every time would not be the same.

Meng Xiaoxian wanted to go to the broadcast room, on the one hand, she wanted to care for the injured people, on the other hand, it was too noisy to stay in the room below, and the sound in the broadcast room would be a little smaller, because the usual broadcast room would be painted with "sound-absorbing paint" to reduce noise when decorating.

"Brother Quan, this song "Flying Against the Wind, I'm Strong" should have been released countless times, right? Won't the people in the disaster area get tired of hearing it? Meng Xiaoxian asked with doubts.

"I'm tired of listening to it, that's for sure, but it's okay, this song is also a classic, it can bring warmth and hope, I remember when I was a young boy, every time I was 'injured', I would lock myself in my room, and listen to this song repeatedly with MP3, which was very popular at the time, and I could cry every time......" Quan Zhiteng touched his head, a little embarrassed to say.

"I didn't expect you to cry? I thought you were strong! But isn't it bad to listen to crying? Now that the situation in the disaster area itself is not optimistic, why do you still play such a song that can make people cry? Doesn't that add insult to injury? Meng Xiaoxian then asked, with curiosity in her heart, staring at Quan Zhiteng with a pair of eyes.

"Huh...... Xiaoxian, you are really a 'bystander fan'! Have you ever cried? If anything, do you feel much better or more uncomfortable after crying? I don't think you will cry more and more sad, right? Quan Zhiteng explained with a smile.

"Oh, I see. Only by releasing the depression in my heart will people get better, so that they will not be in a sluggish state all the time, which is why I have fallen into a misunderstanding of thinking for a while. Meng Xiaoxian had a flash of inspiration in her mind, and suddenly realized.

Quan Zhiteng nodded first, and then shifted his gaze to the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, which was almost half past eight.

So, Quan Zhiteng said: "It's time for breakfast, you shouldn't have eaten it today, right?" Someone in the logistics department is cooking eight-treasure porridge today, it tastes good, I'll help you get a bowl back, you wait for me here. ”

Saying that, Quan Zhiteng told Meng Xiaoxian about the simple control method of these broadcasting equipment, and asked her to play more positive music, Meng Xiaoxian nodded and agreed.

"That's it, don't move the buttons on the tuner, it took me a long time to get to the right place!"

As he spoke, Quan Zhiteng put down the guitar on his back and leaned against the wall, Meng Xiaoxian nodded and watched him go out.

"Brother Quan, be careful on the road!"

Meng Xiaoxian admonished, then put the mouse on a piece of content, first put on headphones and listened, and found that there was no problem, so at one point, he released this blessing.

After repeating it many times, Meng Xiaoxian was already able to operate the system very proficiently, but after the initial curiosity, Meng Xiaoxian felt a little bored.

"Netizen 'Boy Bao Frog' ordered a song "I am strong when flying against the wind" for the people in the disaster area, hoping that the people in the disaster area will cheer up as soon as possible and get out of the haze!" Meng Xiaoxian turned on the microphone and said in her somewhat sweet and cute voice.

Then, she found out that the sound from this microphone could be transmitted through the broadcast, and she couldn't help but feel a little excited, she dreamed of becoming a host, but she didn't expect it to be realized in this small broadcast studio......

………… (To be continued.) )