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This time it was Li Pu's turn to be a little unnatural, he scratched his head, and said a little to change the topic: "Of course, I knew her when I was eight years old, oh, she was only seven years old at that time." ”

Qin Xia'er said with a little regret: "It's good, although I have a lot of friends in the class, I haven't had a childhood sweetheart since I was a child." ”

Li Pu squeezed his eyebrows and pointed to his nose, and cheekily recommended himself: "I, I." ”

Speaking of which, Li Pu knew Qin Xia'er earlier than Xiaoxian, but when they met, they either quarreled with each other or were accused of teachers. The relationship is a bit bad. The two small ones are not guessless, but they have been tearing each other apart since childhood.

"You?" Squad leader Qin raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "I don't want a childhood sweetheart like you!" Don't die well, love to fight, copy homework, move bricks and move you to death in the future! ”

"Oh my god. The eyes of the heart are really small enough, and you still hold a grudge against this stubble. Li Pu was speechless.

"Speaking of which, how did you have such a good relationship with Chenxian?" Qin Xia'er asked a little gossipy.

In the past, in school, Class Leader Qin always regarded Li Pu as a shame in the class, and unilaterally regarded Chenxian as a competitor in learning. So she felt strange enough about why these two guys who seemed to be in opposite directions became two little and unguessed childhood sweethearts.

Seriously, she's been curious about this for a long time!

"Hahaha, I guess you won't believe it. In fact, she ...... "Li Pu is idle anyway, it's okay, like a storyteller, he slapped his thigh in an old-fashioned manner, and sold a pass."

When the little girl saw it, she quickly opened her eyes wide and wanted to listen to the gossip.

Who knew that he suddenly changed his words again, "Actually, there is nothing to say." Alas, after a busy day, there is a chorus in the temple of the five organs, and it is more important to make instant noodles first. ”

The head of the class was immediately angry and grinded her teeth, and said the mantra she used to say to Li Pu most often.

“…… Li Pu, you hate it the most! ”

As if teasing a cat, the more Li Pu didn't say it, the more the class leader wanted to know. However, Li Pu diverted the topic, and took advantage of the instant noodles to borrow hot water as an excuse, and ran to the side of a bunch of uncles outside the tent to listen to some gossip.

The gossip that has been circulating in the past few days about the "crash of an alien spaceship" has turned into several rumors over time. The latest "version" that Li Pu heard was that the relevant departments in our government had come into contact with the aliens who had fallen. But the Americans don't do it, they demand that they take the lead in the negotiations! And China is demanding that it hand over the wreckage of the spacecraft that fell in the offshore waters.

"That's what a success!" An uncle who bowed his head was puffing out of his eyes at that time: "What falls from the sky, it won't go to whatever it falls, what doesn't belong to us, we don't want it, it's our thing, and foreigners can't lick their faces to grab it." ”

"What are you afraid of, it's not like we haven't done it with American devils," A Bob, who was busy waving a fan on a horse to drive away mosquitoes, waved his hand and said disdainfully: "In North Korea and Vietnam, when did they not fight and scream?" Rob? Phew! They dare! You don't see how to kill these grandchildren. ”

"Xiao Wu, you are a layman. Lao Mei is not easy to mess with, she can't be provoked, she really can't be provoked. ”

Another uncle, who was thin and wore black-framed eyes, shook his head, "North Korea, Vietnam, all of them are old Huang Liro." Do you know the gap today? Does the Seventh Fleet know? As soon as the Seventh Fleet of the United States came to the sea, I see this new China-" The thin uncle in glasses slapped his knee with his hand like a reed stick, and said with foam: "-It's going to be over!" ”

Listening to these uncles' rambling nonsense, sometimes firewood, rice, oil, salt, and sometimes worrying about the country and the people, Li Pu occasionally interjected a sentence or two, but he was a child, how could he understand the military strategy of these countries, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him. Fortunately, the topic has changed again, and it talks about urban redevelopment issues that people are very concerned about.

When Li Pu heard this, he realized that the relief materials sent by the dozen or so big trucks today were privately donated by a large consortium. I heard that the big boss of the consortium is an overseas Chinese, and his hands and eyes are extremely capable and loving.

"Hey, is this true?" Li Pu elbowed the girl who was holding her face next to her, this nagging ghost is Mayor Qin's daughter, and eighty percent has first-hand information.

“…… Hum. Qin Xia'er raised her mouth, her little face was full of what you didn't tell me, why did I tell you.

"Alas," Li Pu raised his eyebrows and sighed, "Forget it, we are all children, how can adults tell us about this kind of thing, you probably don't know." ”

Qin Xia'er just wanted Li Pu to ask herself, but she didn't know that he asked casually and there was no follow-up. She held back for a while, and couldn't help but raise her finger and poke Li Pu.

"My family has a good relationship with Uncle Zhang." The girl said thoughtlessly.

"Uncle Zhang?" Li Pu thought for a moment, "Is it the big boss of some kind of consortium?" ”

"Count you smart," Qin Xia'er smiled slightly, and said quietly: "There are two Uncle Zhang, one is called Uncle Zhang, and the other is called Zhang Xie Zong. This time it was Uncle Zhang Xie Zu who came. He was standing next to my dad. ”

"Zhang Xie Zu, Zhang Xie Zong?" Li Pule said, "This has to be combined, isn't it just "thank you, ancestors"? ”

Hearing Li Pu say this, Qin Xia'er burst out laughing, and finally covered her mouth to hold back her laughter, before she said softly: "Don't talk nonsense, Uncle Zhang is very powerful, and their overseas consortium heard that there are billions of dollars in assets." Uncle Zhang personally spent a lot of money to help the disaster, and promised my father that he would allocate hundreds of millions of yuan to help the city rebuild. ”

"Wow, that's a good guy?" Li Pu scratched his head and looked at the squad leader with some admiration. Come to think of it, this girl is actually a decent magnate.

"Squad leader, your family has such a wide range of doors, you won't send killers to kill me in the future, right?" The boy asked thoughtfully.

"I wouldn't do such a crime." Qin Xia'er looked at Li Pu a little warily, "If you still bully me, I will definitely sue the teacher!" ”

Li Pu muttered softly: "If you sue the teacher, you can sue the teacher, don't sue your father and relatives." ”

After listening to the true and false gossip for a while, Qin Xia'er was taken back by the secretary sent by her father. When the girl left, she left her contact information and told Li Pu that if she could see her classmates who were still alive, she must contact her.

Li Pu casually agreed. However, he vaguely foresaw in his heart that he might not become classmates with Class Leader Qin again in the future.

I will become a classmate with her because my household registration is divided by school district, and I happen to be assigned to the city's key junior high school. However, he has also been to the school in the past few days, not to mention the students and teachers who were killed, and if he wants to reopen school based on the scattered "ruins", he is afraid that there will be no hope in two or three years.

The bastard dad hung up, the house was reimbursed, and the family's inheritance passbook or something didn't know where it was - even if there was an estimate, there wasn't much. If you want to go to school again in the future, eighty percent of them will have to rely on the Hope Project.

With such a privileged family condition as Qin Xia'er, how could he be separated into the same school or even the same class with him.

But Li Pu doesn't care much about this, he has only one real childhood sweetheart.

"The hospital is very busy today, why haven't you come back yet? Has she eaten? ”

Li Pu sat cross-legged on the bed, I don't know why, I don't know if I ran a few kilometers to the hospital. Speaking of which, there is a big bag of evergreen biscuits in the relief supplies I received just now, and Xiaoxian is cute to eat this.

The heart of a teenager is to do it when he thinks of it. Li Pu picked up the pack of evergreen biscuits and ran in the direction of the hospital.

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In the hospital, which was full of wounds, Sebastian had been paying attention to the girl for a long time.

Sebastian, a white man in his sixties and a retired journalist at TIme, had just arrived in China for a trip when he encountered this unprecedented disaster. As a former journalist, he keenly smelled opportunity.

The most important and rare thing for a truly good journalist is the opportunity to face the facts first-hand.

In the past few days, he has taken a large number of painful footage full of real impact with his camera. This time, he came to the overcrowded hospital to collect materials, but he showed another shot in a different direction, but it was also worth shooting.

A little girl in a plain dress with a little torn at the corners of her skirt, looking to be in her early teens—no, Sebastian shook her head, maybe a year or two older if you were judged by the Asian race, but her delicate features had some half-breed features.

Like a little nurse, the girl sometimes whispers to comfort the frail elderly man lying on a stretcher, and sometimes skillfully changes dressings or injects the wounded. She seems to be very popular with the people here, both the injured and the families of the injured.

When the girl was holding an enamel glass in both hands and carefully feeding an injured patient who might have been half-paralyzed by the squeezing, Sebastian did not hesitate to press the shutter.

For some time afterward, his camera followed the girl. Until a teenager who looked a little older than the girl ran in and waved at her, as if waving a pack of cheap biscuits in a recycled plastic bag, the girl happily ran over.

The boy and the girl sat on the concrete floor in the corner, and the girl took the cheap biscuit handed by the boy, held it in both hands, and ate it like a little squirrel. She looked at him, her crystal eyes rippling with youthful tenderness, and the smile on her face was like a little angel in the light of a hazy bulb.

Two boys and girls are common subjects in Western oil paintings, but the back/scene is mostly green grass and warm sun, swings and wooden houses. There is more than warmth and not enough depth. In front of Sebastian's eyes, however, there is a dirty concrete floor, a hospital full of pain and death, and a ruined city in a third world country that has just experienced a great catastrophe.

It is essential to grasp this moment, Sebastian's sophisticated and skilful photographic aesthetic to tell sù himself.

Asian teenagers and wonderful girls embedded in this scene of overflowing tension. With the help of the photographer, he captures the precious picture from the time and space that has disappeared in the blink of an eye. Sebastian, a veteran journalist, was a little excited: Maybe I can win the Pulitzer Prize for this.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to be the one who was secretly taking the photo, and he turned to the girl and said something, and the girl immediately looked in Sebastian's direction with a little surprise.