[Wouldn't it be like you won't be able to see your baby all afternoon? I'll be alone! 】

[Then let's go to the live broadcast room of Xiaoyuer's house next door to take a look, the aunt next door seems to be very satisfied with Shen Fanglan. 】

[Yes, yes, I didn't expect her to be able to do everything that her aunt explained in an orderly manner, and she didn't have the frame of a wealthy wife at all, which made me feel very good. 】

Xiao Fubao and Sang Wanzhou quickly finished eating, and the eldest brother of photography directly handed over the camera to the people from the program team who came to recycle.

I went back to change out of my work clothes, put on my own clothes, and happened to meet the two of them as soon as I went out.

Sang Wanzhou glanced at him lightly: "Let's go together." ”

The photographer nodded: "Okay." ”

The two walked beside Xiao Fubao on the left and the right, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Xiao Fubao raised his little head.

Facing the bright sunshine, the photographer's big brother's fine bangs were gently placed on his forehead, perhaps because of work, his skin was not so white and tender, and he looked healthier and more masculine.

The facial features are exquisite, the eyebrows and eyes are lowered, as if thinking about something, and the eyes seem to be a little lonely.

Suddenly, he felt a small gentle hand grasp his fingers.

Looking down, Xiao Fubao looked at him with a small face and big watery eyes, as if he was a little worried: "Uncle, are you unhappy?" It's not your fault today. ”

The photographer smiled far-fetchedly: "Uncle is not unhappy because of this incident, it is uncle who remembers some things from the past." ”

After saying that, his eyes dimmed a little.

Sang Wanzhou suddenly spoke: "You used to be a firefighter, right?" ”

The photographer was stunned: "How do you know?" ”

"Because of the scar on your arm, that's a burn, right?" Sang Wanzhou wrote a glance at the scar on his left elbow, "Plus your skin is darker, you can probably guess it." Not necessarily, but it doesn't matter if I'm wrong. ”

The photographer looked down at the scar on his elbow, and finally showed a wry smile: "As you said, I was indeed a firefighter before." ”

Xiao Fubao tilted his little head and looked at Sang Wanzhou: "Brother, what is a firefighter?" ”

Sang Wanzhou briefly described to her what a firefighter is: "It is the person who can rush into the fire and rescue you when you encounter danger and difficulties and are trapped in the fire." ”

Xiao Fubao's eyes lit up, and his eyes were full of adoration when he looked at the big brother of photography: "Wow! Uncle is so amazing! ”

The photographer smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Uncle is not good at all. Uncle...... I once killed a child. It is our duty to save people, but I did not save the child and let him die in front of me. ”

At that time, he was going to support the earthquake area, and after he rescued all the people trapped in the high-rise building, his physical strength was gradually overdrawn.

He thought there was no one left, but just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a child's low cry faintly under a large rock.

He ran to the stone statue and looked down, and there was a little boy of five or six years old who was crushed underneath, because it happened to be a gap between the two stones, so the little boy was not injured.

And the ceiling directly above his stone cracked a large crack, faintly threatening to fall.

If he hadn't been rescued in time, the child would probably have died.