After the connection was connected, the frontier man first exchanged New Year's greetings with Schenkov, and then said: "Mr. Chief, I have always wanted to pay tribute to the Public Security Bureau. In the past few years, the border people in the inner city have been getting better and better day by day! ”

"Hey, director, look, there's a sheriff over there, I'll go say hello to him~"

In the picture, the frontier man ran to a sheriff on duty on the side of the road, patted him on the left shoulder, went around to the right, and then patted his right shoulder and went around to the left, and just made him spin.

The sheriff turned around several times in a daze before he saw the initiator, he didn't care about the edge nameplate around the other party's neck, and shook hands with him with a laugh: "Good body, brother." ”

The frontier man raised his mobile phone, let himself and the sheriff enter the mirror at the same time, and smiled happily: "The sheriffs of Crescent City are all talents, and they speak well, I like the inner city so much!" ”

Schenkov thought to himself: If you dare to do this in reality, you have at least ten bullet holes in your body now.

The "lucky audience" connected in the back is also all trusted, and everyone has a script arranged by the program team, full of positive energy for the New Year.

Schenkov only followed the previous arrangement, talking about people when he saw people, and talking about nonsense when he saw ghosts, and then he was a little absent-minded.

The previous round ends with the next round.

The screen flashed, and a little girl appeared in the picture, she looked about ten years old, wearing only a rag coat in winter, her face was dirty, but she had a pair of dark and bright eyes.

After the live broadcast was connected, she was obviously stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the camera.

The little girl froze, and so did the staff of the program team.

Who's this?

The backstage choreographer asked, "What's going on?" ”

One staff member said nervously: "There is something wrong with the database, and passers-by are being connected. ”

The little girl opened her mouth slightly, tried to wave her hand, and asked cautiously, "Have I been chosen?" ”

The staff operated for a while and said, "I can't go back, ask the director if he wants to cut the advertisement." ”

The choreographer ran to the opposite side of Schenkov, shook his head constantly, and made a "cut" gesture.

Schenkov raised his hand slightly without moving, signaling that it was okay, and then smiled at the camera with a friendly smile: "Hello, little lucky star, yes, you were chosen." ”

The little girl let out a happy laugh, her face flushed, surprised, and shy, and she was speechless for a while.

Schenkov began to take the initiative to lead the conversation: "Hey, little lucky star, don't be nervous, I won't eat people." What is your name? ”

The little girl smiled sweetly: "Mom and Dad call me Little Orange, you can call me that." ”

Compared with the hypocritical smile on his face, this sweet smile made Schenkov feel very comfortable, and his expression and tone unconsciously became more cordial: "Hello, little orange, it's nice to meet you, where are you?" ”

Sweet orange was walking at this time, she put her mobile phone on the side a little, revealing the old and dilapidated street behind, and said, "I'm on the border, this side of Liuhe Street." ”

Liuhe Street, this is not a good place.

Even in a run-down place like the borderlands, Liuhe Street is the most decayed neighborhood, where only the truly homeless gather.

Schenkov asked with concern: "What about your parents?" Is it with you? ”

Xiao Tiancheng's expression became a little gloomy, and she whispered, "They passed away a few years ago, and I am alone." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry," Szynkov whispered an apology, "they died in a group fire?" ”

Sweet Orange shook her head: "No, they are ordinary people, and they don't mix groups." ”

"My mother died of illness, she was not in good health all the time, and then she had a bad cold and had no money to treat it, coughed up blood for several days, and left not long after."

"My dad works in a bar, and one night, he met a girl who was harassed by hooligans, ran up to dissuade him, and was shot and killed."

Sweet Orange talked about the death of her parents, and her tone was unusually calm.

Maybe it's because the past has already formed a scar in my heart, and it won't hurt anymore.

Or maybe these things are too common on the border, so common that even if they happen to themselves, they are only numb.

Xiao Tiancheng said it lightly, but the choreographer who controlled the scene sweated on his forehead.

It's a live stream! Millions of people are watching, how can these negative energy things be broadcast?!

He again gestured to Schenkov and asked if he would cut the advertisement.

Schenkov refused with his eyes and continued to talk to Sweet Orange: "I'm really sorry to hear such news, so how do you live alone now?" ”

Sweet Orange smiled and said, "Of course it's picking up garbage." ”

Schenkov: "Picking up garbage? ”

Sweet Orange: "Yes, Director, haven't you turned over the trash can?" ”

Schenkov was speechless for a while: "I don't think there should be"

Sweet Orange's interest became high, and she began to trot all the way: "Then you definitely don't know, there are a lot of good things in the trash!" Let's go, let's go to the next block first, there are a lot of supplies there, I'll take you to open the treasure chest! ”

She ran out of Liuhe Street and into a corner of the next block, where there was a lot of sewage on the ground, flies flying everywhere, and she could feel that it stinked through the screen.

She went straight through the sewage, came to the two garbage cans, and smiled mysteriously: "Director, I'll test you, if I'm hungry now and want to find something to eat, which trash can do you think is better?" ”

Schenkov, who can deal with the crisis of the whole city in an orderly manner, looked a little dazed at this time, he looked at the two garbage cans on the screen, and kept scratching his head: "I don't see any difference between them."

"Hee-hee, there's a trick here!" Sweet orange pointed to the trash can on the right, lowered her voice and said, "Look at the lid over there, it's fluffy, do you see?" ”

Schenkov's eyes narrowed, and after a moment of recognition, he found the creature: "Mouse." ”

"Yes, rats." "Rats have a keen sense of smell and can distinguish the taste of food. There are no rats in the trash can on the left, but there are in the trash can on the right, so there is a high probability that there is food in the bucket on the right! ”

She put her phone in the corner of the wall, ran over and stomped her feet to scare away the rats with a "wow", and then began to rummage through the trash can, pulling out the contents continuously.

After a while, she ran over with an apple, displayed it in front of the screen, and smiled in surprise: "Look, Director! Apple! And no one has bitten it, so I'm really lucky! ”

She crouched on the ground and rubbed the stain from the apple against her clothes, eager to bite it.

This scene spread to the world through live broadcasts, and related barrages and comments are being refreshed at an explosive frequency.

The backstage staff sweated in their heads: "Is it really unrealistic?" The number of viewers of the live broadcast has quadrupled compared to the beginning, and it will exceed 100 million if it continues like this. ”

The choreographer's face was blue, and he scolded secretly: "He said no, what can I do?" Do you have the ability to rob his wheat? ”

The little orange kept gnawing on the apple, and in the end, she even ate the core of the apple, and did not forget to clean the juice on her hands.

Schenkov stared blankly at the scene in front of him, speechless for a moment.

After eating the apple, Sweet Orange continued to rummage through the trash can, and said with a smile as she flipped through it: "In addition to food, you can also find a lot of good things in these treasure chests, such as clothes, shoes, and the like." ”

"My mobile phone was opened from a big treasure chest last year, and I can use it if I find someone to fix it, and I don't know which rich brother lost it, haha."

As she spoke, she asked curiously, "Director, have you really never turned over the trash can?" ”

Schenkov shook his head: "There really isn't. ”

Xiao Tiancheng's eyes were a little puzzled, and asked tentatively: "Then where did you get all the food you usually eat and use?" ”

This question silenced Schenkov again.

He hesitated for a while, and felt that he should not continue the discussion on this topic.

At this time, Sweet Orange was holding a small box and was biting its lid with her teeth, so Schenkov reminded: "Don't bite with your mouth, it's too dirty, just break the lid open." ”

Xiao Tiancheng smiled helplessly, pulled out the sleeves stuffed into the pocket of her jacket and shook it a few times, and said, "I only have one arm, so I can't do this action." ”

Looking at the soft sleeve, Schenkov felt a tug in his heart, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with your arm?" ”

Sweet Orange hung her head and said in a low voice: "When I was six years old, I was once picking up garbage on the street near the rusty wall and accidentally entered the fire identification area."

Schenkov's brow furrowed: "How could you accidentally enter the fire identification zone by mistake . Aren't there all holographic cordons there? The soldiers of the Rust Wall defense force didn't alert you either? ”

Sweet Orange shook her head: "I know I can't cross the cordon, the elders reminded me before." But at that time, there was a soldier's uncle on the rusty wall who shouted at me. ”

"He told me that the view on the Rust Wall was good, and he could see the beautiful city on the other side, and asked me if I wanted to come up and have a look, and he could open the door for me."

"I used to hear stories from my elders about the inner city, and it was said to be a paradise place, and I was really curious about it, and with the warm invitation of the soldier's uncle, I ran over."

Hearing this, Schenkov felt his heart half cold.

He could already think of the rest of the story.

Sweet Orange pursed her lips and said faintly, "Then he shot and broke one of my arms, and then he kept laughing."

Schenkov clenched his fists, and his voice was full of suppressed anger: "Do you remember the specific date? Where is the wall? ”

Sweet orange shook her head: "I was too young at the time, and I can't remember it after so many years." ”

"I just remember that it was an old man who dragged me back because there was no anesthetic, and it hurt so much when I took the saw to amputate my leg that I cried all night."

The entire live broadcast room fell silent.

Someone was upset by the runaway barrage in the background.

Some people sighed sadly when they heard about this tragic incident.

A few thoughtful female employees even wiped away tears.

Schenkov, as the main character of this show, knew that he could no longer be cold at this time, he stabilized his mind and said: "Child, you are really great, you have suffered so many tragic things, and you can still wipe away your tears and survive strongly, which makes me very moved." ”

"I never thought that suffering should be celebrated, because singing about suffering is more vicious than suffering itself."

"But I still want to say that those things are in the past, no matter how bumpy the past is, life will go on, and we have to look forward."

Little Sweet Orange couldn't help laughing: "The way you speak is like an old-fashioned old grandfather." ”

Schenkov seized this rare opportunity and began to make jokes to liven up the atmosphere: "When people reach my age, they can't help but preach. How else is it a greasy middle-aged man~"

Little Sweet Orange giggled after hearing this, and a longing light began to appear in those dark and bright eyes: "You are not a greasy middle-aged man, you are a big hero." ”

"Big hero?" This title stunned Schenkov.

Sweet Orange said in a sweet tone, "Yes, big hero, because you defeated the Crow's Nest!" ”

"The Crow's Nest is really bad, when they were the kings of the frontier, many people died every day."

"It was you who defeated the biggest villain in the Crow's Nest, Hong Quansheng, you are the hero of the entire Crescent City, and you are also the big hero in my heart."

"Last year, I watched the press conference of Operation Crow Hunt on my phone, and I thought – wow, the director is really great, if only I had the opportunity to thank him personally."

"I didn't expect that after the New Year, my wish really came true. Thank you, Director, not only me, but also the people around me who are very grateful to you. ”

Operation Crow Hunting has always been a thorn in Schenkov's heart.

Hong Quansheng is just a substitute ghost who was pushed out, blocking the gun for the entire crow's nest, and his death did not change anything.

And the so-called super-heroic feats are just a bowl of dog food thrown to him by Zhao Yiming on behalf of the three giant enterprises.

Schenkov knew very well that all this vanity in himself was fake.

But when the child called him a big hero with an innocent smile, he still felt a bubbling warm current in his heart.

At this time, he saw a staff member gesturing to indicate that the time was almost up.

Schenkov coughed lightly and said to Sweet Orange: "Hey, kid, I'd love to continue talking to you, but this is a live broadcast, and there are still many viewers to connect with, and our conversation may be coming to an end." ”

Xiao Tiancheng nodded obediently: "It's okay, I'm already very satisfied to be today's little lucky star." ”

Schenkov said softly: "At the last time, let's talk about you and what you plan to do in the future." ”

For some reason, Sweet Orange was stunned when she heard the sound.

She thought for a moment, then showed a very calm smile: "Director, I have no future. ”

"Children like me, who don't have parents and don't have enough food and clothing every day, as long as they are a little unlucky and can't find food and clothing in the garbage can, they will freeze to death and starve to death."

"Even if I were lucky enough to survive, I could die from a stray bullet in a group fire, be shot by a mob as a training target, or be abducted and sold on the black market, and then die in the bed of a perverted buyer."

She smiled very plainly, but it was precisely this blandness that was full of numbness to life: "The companions who grew up with me when I was a child all ended up like this"

"We border children have no future." (End of chapter)