Lucky Cub Cub and his brother are in the control group

Chapter 135 Bless
[Wouldn't it mean that you won't be able to see the little baby all afternoon?I will be alone! 】

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

[Yeah, yeah, I didn't expect her to be able to do all the things my aunt told me in an orderly manner. She doesn't have the airs of a wealthy wife at all, which makes me feel pretty good. 】

Xiao Fubao and Sang Wanzhou quickly finished their meal, and the cameraman directly handed over the camera to the people from the program team who came to collect it.

He went back to change his work clothes, put on his own clothes, and ran into two people as soon as he went out.

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

The photographer brother nodded: "Okay."

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

Little Fubao raised his head.

Facing the bright sunshine, the photographer's thin bangs are gently draped on his forehead. Perhaps because of work, his skin is not so fair and tender, and he looks healthier and more masculine.

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

Suddenly, he felt a gentle little hand grabbing his fingers.

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

The photographer brother smiled far-fetchedly: "Uncle is not unhappy because of this incident, but uncle remembered some things from the past."

After speaking, his eyes dimmed a bit.

Sang Wanzhou suddenly said, "You used to be a firefighter, right?"

The photographer was startled: "How do you know?"

"Because of the scar on your arm, is it a burn?" Sang Manzhou wrote a glance at the scar on his left elbow, "Plus your skin is relatively dark, so you can probably guess it. Although not necessarily, But it doesn't matter if I guess wrong."

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

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

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

Xiao Fubao's eyes lit up, and he looked at the cameraman with admiration in his eyes: "Wow! Uncle is so amazing!"

The big photographer gave a wry smile and shook his head: "Uncle is not good at all. Uncle... once killed a child. It is our duty to save people, but I didn't save that child and let him die in my bed. before."

At that time, he was going to support the earthquake area. After he rescued all the people trapped in the high-rise buildings, his physical strength was gradually exhausted.

He thought that there was no one left, but when he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the low cry of a child from under a big rock.

He ran to the rock and looked down. There was a five or six-year-old boy who was crushed under it. Because it happened to be the gap between the two rocks, the little boy was not injured.

And the ceiling directly above his stone had a large gap, and there was a faint tendency to fall.

If he is not rescued in time, the child is likely to die.

(End of this chapter)