Enron knew that his energy was limited. Financially not wealthy either. You can only do a little bit and count a little.

But. Not only did her plan get the unconditional support of several friends. I also received the selfless help of all the teachers. Like what. Her junior high school Chinese teacher, Liu Suixiang, and her teacher, Liu Yunxuan, are husband and wife. Yang Zhongming, the homeroom teacher of the junior high school. Zhou Fanghua's teacher Hai Yipeng. Xia Wei, the high school homeroom teacher. Wei Zhi, the instructor of the interest club. There is also editor Lan Qing.

They are one after the other. Or from the mouth of Enron himself. Or she learned about her little plans and wishes from the mouths of her friends. All of them were strongly in favor. And with his own experience and network resources, he gave all kinds of help and advice. With their help. Enron is constantly refining his plans and ideas.

Especially Liu Suixiang and Liu Yunxuan, the couple even deliberately took time out. Follow Enron personally. Wu Zerong ran everywhere. Follow them and pull parents with the elderly. Talk. Recording. Take notes.

In the words of the couple. It's a rewarding and rewarding job. History has always been about big events. Big shot. In fact. What really makes up the history of this country. It's not the emperors and ministers who dictate the country. Rather, it is those who are drowned in the dust of time. Unnoticed. In the shadows. Ordinary little people.

The ancients said. Water can carry boats. It can also capsize. It's these countless droplets. It constitutes a glorious history of 5,000 years in China. And history doesn't have enough of them. Their joys, sorrows, and sorrows are almost blank in the history books.

Often, a city that fell in the war has only two words in the hands of historians: "city broken". But who knows after the city is broken. What happened to the ordinary people. What happened or tragedy? Or a tragic story.

This is certainly because historians demand conciseness and objectivity out of historical narratives. But at the same time, it cannot be left unsaid. It is also limited to the recording conditions at the time. Like Enron is doing now. Listen to a city's elders tell their own stories and the city's old stories. It's a great idea. It is also a very meaningful and special wealth left to children and grandchildren.

looked at Mr. Liu and his wife, who were holding each other. Some of the rickety backs and their gray hair, which was a little messy by the autumn wind. and thicker and thicker in their own hands. More and more information. An Ran felt like a warm lamp had lit in his heart. Maybe not bright and dazzling enough. But it was enough to give her more strength. Light her way. So that she can go further. Longer. Also more determined.

With their help. Maybe I can do more.

Enron thought so.

However. Again, that's the same sentence. The ideal is plump. But the reality is always skinny.

Although Jiang Jieyun, the rich man, is slowly picking up the leaks. But when An Ran saw that it was still standing the day before. It has experienced more than 100 years of wind and rain. A few years ago, an old building that had been designated as a cultural relics protection unit in the city was demolished overnight and turned into ruins. I'm still so depressed. Holding the camera on his chest and squatting in the cold wind of late autumn. Looking at the broken bricks and tiles at his feet, he was dazed. Too frustrated to speak. I couldn't speak.

This moment. She was a little confused. I even had the idea of giving up.

Although she has experienced a period of rapid development of the national real estate industry more than ten years later. I've heard of it. I've seen it even more than what I'm looking for. Barbarous. Even tragic demolitions. Countless more precious old buildings have been torn down one by one. It was even built in the courtyard of the Cultural Relics Bureau. The old building, which claims to be the safest in China, has also been destroyed and cleaned. Still no one is responsible. No one cares. Not to mention the ordinary people who have been forcibly evicted.

The country is paying for the development of the economy. and will continue to pay a high price for countless times. Some losses are reparable. And many more losses are irreparable. From the environment to the culture to the hearts of the people. Aspects. It's scary. It also hurts. But no one knows when they will stop this huge effort.

Although she had already been mentally prepared. I said it again and again in my heart. Their own strength is weak. It is a little bit to be able to do a little. In front of the wheels of history. All she could do was do what she could.

But when it's really happening. Especially after all the effort she's put in. At this moment. She just knew. No amount of psychological construction can compare to the discouragement and heartache at the moment. The autumn wind of Xiao killing. The thick clothes that seem to have been pierced. The cold seeps into the skin from every pore. It seeped into my heart all the way.

Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out behind him. Slender fingers. Forceful. Warm palms. Firmly, without saying anything, he pulled her up. From the front of the armpit ring itself. Shake her stiff, cold hands.

The heat from her hand made her shiver. But man has recovered a lot from his state of being distracted. Immediately realized that the owner of those hands was Jiang Jieyun, who was accompanying him today. And his hands were held by his hands and fell to the camera on his chest. Then he was guided to raise the camera. The camera was placed in front of her eyes. She frowned. Still no spirits.

"Do something." She asked feebly.

"You look out of the camera......" Jiang Jieyun half-bent down. He rested his chin on Enron's shoulder, which looked particularly thin at the moment. Her whole body encircled her in front of her. The autumn wind behind him blocked part of the chill due to the shelter of his body. His clear voice came from the side of An Ran's ear. Gentle breathing warmly brushed her sideburns. With his rare. A serious attitude guided An Ran to look forward from the camera.

This place is officially included in the scope of demolition from today. Engineering staff work hard. Time is money and it works in many places. One day down. A third of the area was smashed to the ground.

Autumn is already as deep as a day. Dusk also comes more and more suddenly as autumn gets stronger. It was as if the sun was in the sky a moment ago. The next moment it was already sunset.

The sun at sunset is like autumn leaves in late autumn. The colder it gets, the more red it gets. Shine on the construction site that was swept up by the whimpering autumn wind. It seems to be extraordinarily empty and desolate. It suddenly reminds people of an old and poignant adjective...... The remnant sun is like blood.

An Ran suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart. Sour and swollen. It's like stuffing something into a mess. I can't take it out. I can't digest it. It's so suffocating.

Thereupon. Miss An, who often likes vassal elegance, gambles. A mouth actually scolded people. "Look at what to see. What the fuck is there to see. ”

An Ran's voice is the kind of girl's unique sweetness, crispy, with a hint of milk that has not been completely taken off. She loves to pretend to be delicate. The pitch of the speech is not high. The speed of speech is not fast. In addition to being able to play desperately when you are screaming and screaming, you can play so hard for a degree or two. Usually with a sven bookish atmosphere. Even if he blurts out a curse word at this moment. It still seems quiet. So much so that Jiang Jieyun heard it at first glance. I didn't react for a while. After a pause, he smiled silently and shook his head.

Stop. This swear word made her scold like this, but it was also a different flavor. It's really nice.

In an instant, he pulled his mind back from the unreliable route. Jiang Jieyun continued. "Don't you want to record the history of the city? Didn't you want to record the history of those old buildings? What you see through the lens now is part of history. You should take an unadorned picture of what you are seeing for future generations. You didn't catch the birth of a building. But you have witnessed its death. You are to tell your child about the cause of his death. So that they can not make the same mistakes that we once made. That's the biggest point you have to keep track of. Have you forgotten that saying...... 'learn from history'. ”

Jiang Jieyun's voice was not high. In the sound of the hula wind, it seems to be extremely stable. Word by word. was sent into Enron's ears without hurry. Inexplicably, with a soothing power. The mind that had been in chaos before slowly calmed down with his words. Looking out of the lens. The desolation in sight remains. It didn't turn into an oasis in an instant. But when people get a brand new one. When looking at the same thing from different perspectives. Everything has a different meaning.

On that day, Enron took a lot of photos at the demolition site. Until the sunset completely sank into the horizon. There was a dazing darkness all around. I regretfully took my hand.

Naturally, there were no lights at the demolition site. Bricks and tiles all over the place. Take one step and stumble. At last. Jiang Jieyun and An Ran had no choice but to hold hands. They kept reminding each other to "watch your step." Walk slowly". In the dark. Facing the cold wind blowing in the head. It took a long time to get out of the ruins.

Jiang Jieyun's hand was almost zero than Enron's last two laps. Wrapped her hand in the palm of her hand warmly. The warmth is endless.

It's just that it's too long to spend in an open construction site. The wind was strong and hard. When walking out of the ruins. Enron was still shivering with cold. Pitifully hunched his shoulders. Cold fingertips.

Jiang Jieyun rubbed her several times with his fingers. An Ran's delicate fingers were still as cold as ever.

Jiang Jieyun frowned and said in disgust. "It's like a dead man's hand."

An Ran was so angry that he tiptoed directly. Shoved his cold hands into his neck without mercy...... This guy can't be remembered for his good things. Dogs never spit out ivory in their mouths.

But Jiang Jieyun's guy can make your teeth itch with hatred in the last second. The next second will make you feel soft in your heart. Warm and Baked ...... Out of the construction site. Jiang Jieyun deliberately took An Ran around with him. Finally, I found a small restaurant with a cold business in the corner of a small alley.