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In a remote northern town, transportation is also very inconvenient. The uneven gravel road can only accommodate one car. If a car comes from the opposite direction, it will be blocked and it will be difficult for a private car to drive in.

Of course, most people in the town choose to ride sheep or bicycles.

A black car broke down and stopped on the road again. The people in the car tried to restart the engine several times, but failed.

A young man got out of the car. He walked around the car and even opened the hood to take a look, but he couldn't find the problem. He scratched his head sadly.

Coincidentally, he received a call from his boss asking him where he was now. He replied: "I have arrived at Maitian Village, but my car broke down on the way into the village, but don't worry, Mr. Zhou, I will definitely be able to complete the interview." Task!"

Tiantian Daily closed down a few years ago, but was successfully reorganized with new investors. Under the leadership of the Hao family’s adopted son-in-law Zhou An, Tiantian Daily has a good momentum of development. It is also the reason why many young people studying this major are growing up when they graduate. The workplace I want to join.

The young man standing on this gravel road now is the intern who just joined Tiantian Daily this year. He has just graduated and is still full of greenness, but he takes his work very seriously and is full of enthusiasm.

Not long ago, the article he reported on the bankruptcy of the Huo family, the disappearance of the little princess of the Huo family, and the admission of the third young master of the Huo family to a mental hospital caused a great sensation. Although he is young, his ability is indeed not weak.

Therefore, he was trained as the backbone of the newspaper, and today is his first time to go on a mission alone.

Their newspaper is getting bigger and bigger, and it no longer only focuses on entertainment, economic, and social news. This year, they plan to make another special topic focusing on poverty alleviation, and this topic was left to him.

Maitian Village was still a poor village a few years ago, but in just three years, the strawberry growing technology in Maitian Village has advanced by leaps and bounds. The strawberries here are big and sweet, and sales are particularly good. The strawberries in Maitian Village have become a famous brand. .

Maitian Village has also successfully shaken off poverty and become a wealthy village around it.

The young reporter came to this small place called Maitian Village just to interview the village secretary and publish a special report.

However, there were always problems with his car along the way, and now it seemed like a complete wreck, motionless.

He had to call the village secretary. The secretary on the phone said enthusiastically in a thick dialect that he would bring someone to help immediately and asked him to wait.

He could only stay by the car and look at the surrounding environment in boredom. The blue waves were swaying in the green wheat fields, and strawberry sheds could be seen everywhere. In the villages far away from the hustle and bustle, everything was green and refreshing.

He suddenly felt that his impetuous heart had calmed down. He had nothing to do now anyway. He took out his camera and focused the lens on the sign that said "Wheat Field Village" and then on the beautiful wheat fields. Then he moved to the nearby A strawberry patch.

His camera couldn't help but stop.

Now is the season when strawberries are ripe. The door of a greenhouse in the strawberry garden is opened, and a boy can be seen squatting on the ground.

It was a white-haired boy. He was holding a red basket in one hand and touching the small strawberries hanging on the branches and leaves with the other hand. After a while, he touched another one.

He looked back and forth for a long time, and finally picked a big red strawberry. He looked down at the strawberry in his hand and grinned.

The bright red strawberries made the young man's skin look better than snow, and his smile was particularly bright and beautiful.

I can't use accurate words to describe this young man. He is not stunningly handsome, but he has a unique charm. The first time they see him, others will be attracted to him, and then they can no longer look away. Open your eyes.

The young reporter stood on the ridge of the field. He stared at the people in the camera blankly, his brain and thinking became slow, the desire in his body was inexplicably ignited, and his reason was leaving him at a very fast speed.

Suddenly, the young man raised his face. He seemed to be looking at the camera, or looking at the person peeping at him through the camera.

The corners of his lips slowly raised, and the smile between his brows and eyes became even more astonishingly beautiful, but what was flowing in his black eyes was a contemptuous and vicious smile.

It was as if invisible venom was spreading from the teardrop mole under his eyes, exuding addictive magic like a poppy flower, making people in the world easily become slaves at his feet who only wanted to chase his gaze.

The young reporter couldn't help but take a step forward. He had to get a little closer, a little closer... Even though the young reporter was looking at him like he was looking at trash, he couldn't help but want to occupy his gaze and let him. His smile belongs only to himself.

The young man suddenly withdrew his gaze.

The young reporter paused.

In the camera, a girl wearing a smoky purple floral skirt walked over angrily. The boy quickly hugged his head. Sure enough, the girl slapped him on the hand that was protecting his head.

The girl stared at him fiercely.

The young man put down his hand aggrievedly and moved his head in the direction of her hand.

She raised her hands high.

He was so scared that he closed his eyes.

But the girl's slap didn't fall, but a pair of gentle hands fell, rubbing his hair into a mess.

The young man squatted on the ground, his eyes twinkling when he raised his head to look at her. He looked very happy that she touched him like a dog, and his eyes turned into crescent moons with smiles.

Because they were far apart, I couldn't hear what they were saying, but looking at the interaction between them, the girl seemed to be fierce and the boy was weak, pitiful and helpless. However, every time the girl made a move, she was clearly letting go. The movements are soft.

The white-haired boy was obviously enjoying it too.

The young reporter was a little confused. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Just now, he wanted to get close to the young man through some strange combination of circumstances, but now the strange desire in his heart was inexplicably reduced a lot.

He looked at the camera again. The boy and the girl had disappeared and they left.

He felt a little melancholy again.

A middle-aged man wearing a straw hat ran next to him. He panted and said, "You must be Xiao Wang!"

The young reporter put down the camera and awkwardly shook hands with the simple middle-aged man, "Hello, just call me Xiao Wang."

As for the "bar", just forget about it.

"I am the secretary of Maitian Village. The roads here are not good, but we are planning to build them this year. Unexpectedly, your car has a problem here. If you need any help, you can tell me! By the way. , I heard that you are here to interview us about... what about your experience in getting rich?"

Reporter Xiao Wang had forgotten the scene he had seen before. He hurriedly said: "Maitian Village relied on strawberry planting technology to get rid of poverty and become rich. Everyone is curious. Maitian Village didn't grow strawberries very much before. How did it happen in just three years?" Such great achievements have been made.”