Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

Before the official shooting day, Qi An had already led people around to install and adjust the lens.

Everyone was a little nervous at first, so they glanced at it from time to time.

Unexpectedly, I waited for a day and didn't take pictures, and I didn't take pictures after waiting for the next day. Gradually, I didn't take it seriously.

What Qi An wants is this natural state.

Then the next day it turned on without warning.

A total of nearly ten video cameras, large and small, were set up on the roadside directly opposite the door of Liaoji Restaurant and inside the restaurant.

Qi'an was wearing a black down jacket and a woolen cap, and led someone to adjust the machine and angle early in the morning.

Uncle Song and Mr. Li came earlier, seeing them busy outside, subconsciously stopped.

"Will you give it or not?"

After eating at Liao Kee Restaurant for many days, Qi An became familiar with these old customers, and when he saw this, he smiled and raised his hand, "If you leave, it will be as if we didn't exist!"

The more natural the better.

The two uncles nodded and walked in with their hands behind their backs.

Some staff laughed, "These two old men have a good attitude and good eyesight."

They have been fiddling here for several days, and most people can't tell the difference between turning it on and not turning it on.

If others can't recognize her, why can't Qi An recognize her?

These two were well-known masters of folk music back then.

Although she doesn't like to be in the limelight anymore, her status is there after all.

Qi'an glanced at him, "When he was shining brightly on the stage, your kid was not born yet! What are you still doing in a daze? Move the camera forward!"

For Chinese people who pay attention to rituals, a good day often starts with breakfast.

As the only restaurant in the vicinity that serves breakfast, lunch and dinner at the same time, Liao Kee Restaurant is undoubtedly extremely popular.

Before the door officially opened, someone was already waiting outside stomping their feet and shrinking their necks.

Queuing in the cold winter is definitely a chore.

Many people chat with people in front, back, left, and right to pass the time.

Strangers who were strangers before have become comrades-in-arms in the same trench at this moment.

What a wonderful fate.

Occasionally, there are a few who come more often, and they know each other, and they say hello when they meet.

Talk about sleep last night, talk about today's weather, and talk about family stories.

Before I knew it, 10 minutes passed.

The camera zoomed in, and Qi An followed suit.

As a foreign diner, he chatted with everyone casually.

"Master, why do you bring your own tableware?"

This has almost become a feature of Liao Kee restaurant:

Many people bring tableware, kettles, and small rice bowls.

Now that it's cold, I replaced it with an insulated bucket.

The uncle took a look at Qi An, "His soup is very good, drink it to support people."

He pointed to the long list at the back, "These are all made of soup!"

Not long after, the door opened, and diners lined up in two lines moved in an orderly manner.

This queuing is also particular.

Some people come here directly for breakfast;

But some people have already made it at home, and they went to Liaoji to make a bucket of soup.

There are different windows on both sides, so that they can be separated in advance, and the efficiency will be very high.

The old man who talked to Qi An just now also moved forward with the crowd, passing on his experience as someone who has experienced it:

"Sometimes when I feel unwell and have no appetite, I just drink a bowl of Liaoji's broth. When it's hot, pour it down, it's a little bit hot in the mouth, and then some small pickles... His family's crispy pickled cucumbers, dried radishes Tiao Na is a must, after eating, sweat a little, just turn around."

When he said this, the uncle's expression was very vivid, and he clicked his tongue occasionally, as if he was reminiscing.

Upon hearing this, the aunt in front disagreed.

She turned her head and corrected: "According to me, the crispy radish kimchi is the best."

The rest of the team nodded in response.

There are not many dishes that can be made with big white radish, and many people don't like to buy it.

But once it is made into kimchi, it is really a heaven and an earth.

As the weather gets colder, people tend to put on fat, so it is inevitable to eat more meat and vegetables.

But eating too much meat makes it tired!

At this time, let’s take a bite of the radish kimchi from Liao Kee Restaurant:

Hey, when the snow-white radish sticks are thrown into the mouth, there is a creaking sound and the juice splashes everywhere.

It's sour, hot, and immediately brought out a mouthful of body fluid, regardless of any greasy and meaty smell, it was untied.

Not to mention appetizing.

But the uncle also has his own supporters.

Crispy pickled cucumbers have to be twisted with the shapeless cucumbers, which have more skin and less meat, and the taste is extra crisp and tender.

Those big cucumbers sold in the market have a lot of meat, and they tend to become soft when marinated, watery, and the mouth is not refreshing enough.

Therefore, I am born to be useful, even if the deformed cucumber twist is looked down upon by others, if used in the right place, it will become the essence.

All kinds of star anise peppers are boiled into soup, soaked for a few hours, the cucumber strips that are cut randomly have a sauce flavor...

And that dried radish strips.

Gen Jiujiu is not as crispy as the first two, but the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.

The two sides chattered and discussed, and the scene was very lively.

Qi An just laughed, "Eat that all!"

Is it too much delicious?

How much?

Not much, not much!

The uncle and aunt laughed, "Then you have to cover your mouth when you drink the soup."

Some new diners were curious, "Aren't you eating? Why do you cover your mouth?"

The uncle raised his voice slightly, with a hint of complacency, "Be careful to lose your tongue!"

People nearby looked over one after another and laughed happily.

The people in front went in one after another, and then heard a sudden brake from behind.

As soon as the camera turned, a small pink eDonkey rushed over and plunged into the parking space.

Sitting in the back seat was an eight or nine-year-old boy with a helmet of the same color as the eDonkey.

Kind of funny.

It is very difficult to go to school early in the cold winter.

The child was still a little sleepy, "Mom, I have improved a few places, and you said you would buy me Liaoji steamed stuffed buns!"

The mother in front said helplessly: "Buy, buy, buy, you have read it [-] times, isn't it here?"

The little boy woke up instantly. He quickly turned his head and looked around. When he saw the signature monkey of Liao Kee Restaurant, he immediately beamed with joy.

He jumped directly from the back seat of the electric car, and cheered with open arms:

"Oh! Eat buns!"

For families who do not live in this area and have relatively average economic conditions, it is quite a great thing to come to Liao Kee Restaurant for dinner.

Often when someone in the class goes, they must take pictures as souvenirs, which can be blown at school for many days.

The little boy ran to open the door, leaning on the door frame, and turned to his mother and shouted, "Mom, hurry up, it's almost sold out!"

The happiness of children is so simple and straightforward.

"Come on, come on!" The mother responded casually, "Don't you have to stop?'"

As she pulled out the key, she was speechless to herself.

It has long been heard that many rich people come to Liao Ji for dinner. Today, I saw that the reputation is indeed well-deserved.

Take a look at the car at the door. If you just rub a little paint on it, her salary for two or three months may be in vain.

As a result, when the mother just entered, she saw her son crying.

"His family doesn't sell buns this morning!"

She was taken aback, "Then what are you selling?"

I have come all the way, and there is no time to go to other places.

The boy was also dumbfounded, "I didn't ask."

Mother poked her finger on his forehead angrily, "Look at what you do for a living."

This brain is just like his father, not smart.

The mother and daughter found a seat with great difficulty, and asked the passing waiter.

"I heard that there are barbecued pork buns and soup dumplings. Why aren't they selling them today?"

The other party said with a smile: "The kinds of buns you mentioned belong to the special breakfast, and they may not be available at any time. But today's rice noodles are also delicious, why don't you try it? If you don't like it, there is also a regular steamed bun And biscuits, rice porridge."

Seeing her son watching eagerly, the mother gritted her teeth, "Then let's have some rice noodles."

Come here.

The waiter nodded, "Today, there are fatty intestine powder, beef powder and clear soup puff pastry, which one do you want?"

The mother turned to look at her son, "Choose yourself, don't ask for clear soup."

It's all a waste of money, what kind of clear soup do you want, it costs nothing when you listen to it.

The waiter knew she had misunderstood, and explained with a smile:

"Ma'am, our clear soup is actually beef bone broth. It is called clear soup because it is processed very cleanly and looks clear and translucent. In fact, it is very rich. There are still many people queuing up to buy the broth. Purchases are limited."

Oh shit, I'm a little embarrassed.

The little boy asked for fatty rice rolls, "Mom, what do you eat? Let's change."

The mother glanced at the price, "I don't like this, I'll send you to buy an egg-filled pancake later."

The boy stopped fiddling with the schoolbag strap, pursed his lips, and suddenly felt a little timid.

"Then, then I will also eat egg-filled pancakes, Mom, let's go!"

Mom's eyes suddenly softened.

She touched the back of her son's head vigorously, but said nothing.

A few minutes later, the steaming hot rice rolls came up.

The boy swallowed his saliva, and suddenly asked the waiter, "Sister, can I have another pair of bowls and chopsticks?"

The waiter looked at their bare tabletops and instantly understood what was going on.

"Okay, wait a minute."

The mother opened her mouth to stop her, but the other party quickly walked away.

"Mom really doesn't like this."

The boy snorted and said, "You used to say you didn't like shrimp, but later when Dad bought a lot, you also ate a lot..."

Mom froze.

She didn't expect the child to remember so clearly.

In fact, there are so many not to like.

I can't afford it, and I can't eat enough, so I let the children eat it.

When the bowls and chopsticks came up, the mother and daughter each had a pair, head to head, sizzling powder.

"Mom, is this rice noodles?" The boy took a bite and exclaimed, "It's delicious!"

The vermicelli was springy and slippery, and the soup was fragrant and thick...he couldn't describe it.

In the short life and lack of experience of children, this is simply the best food I have ever eaten.

Mom hummed.

It's really delicious.

"Mom, does it still count if you said you wanted me to come here to eat buns?"

The boy took a sip of the soup and asked expectantly.

Thinking about steamed buns before you finish eating the noodles?

Mom was funny and angry, "As long as you study hard, that's fine."

The boy laughed, and pushed the fattest intestines in the bowl over, "Mom, I must study hard, and I will invite you and Dad to come here for dinner every day from now on."

Mom felt that her eye sockets were a little sore, so she quickly lowered her head and wiped it away.

Now that the child is grown up, I know how to count on her.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"The steam is blinding my eyes," she said nonchalantly, and then pushed the rest towards her son a few times, "Hurry up, I'm going to be late for school."

"Hey!"

This little episode was faithfully recorded by the camera.

About 10 minutes later, a large bowl of rice noodles was eaten to the brim.

The mother and son wiped their mouths, grabbed their schoolbags and went out again.

The camera passes through layers of water vapor, watching the little pink eDonkey spew out a puff of blue smoke, and run away in the face of the rising sun.

Sometimes a simple breakfast carries the hopes of many people.

Food pays attention to color, fragrance and taste, but when it falls on the camera, it can only record the color and shape.

So mirroring is very important.

Wide angle first:

Compared with those who go together for lunch and dinner, most of the people who come to have breakfast are lone rangers.

After resting all night, they urgently need to fill their rumbling stomachs with delicious food and mobilize their enthusiasm for the new day.

The restaurant invites passers-by with aroma and prestige.

Countless people walked out of the house, breathing white steam, and gathered here silently.

A new day officially begins.

The dense water vapor like clouds in the mountains continuously gushes out from the back kitchen, then spreads to the hands of the waiters, and then spreads to each table.

This is the birthplace of delicious food and the transmission chain of delicious food.

For the local people in Qingjiang City, breakfast like rice noodles is rare.

But they seem to have almost blind confidence in the owner of this restaurant, as long as the other party dares to do it, they dare to try it.

Who has eaten all the delicacies in the world since birth?

What are you afraid of if you eat something you haven't eaten before!

In the dense aroma, the short wait has also become enjoyment.

They rubbed their hands, greeted diners they knew or didn't know, and said familiar or unfamiliar words in their mouths, but their eyes stared straight at the back kitchen.

In that side of the world, a rare delicacy is being bred.

It takes only a few tens of seconds for rice noodles to come out of the pot and serve.

The experienced boss can always fish out at the most appropriate time, put it into the preheated sea bowl, and pour the broth generously.

This is the essence!

Whenever a waiter passed by with a plate, everyone couldn't help stretching their necks.

Even if you know it can't be yours, you must try your best to take a look.

I ordered beef, but I thought the clear soup at the next table was good;

He ordered fat sausage, but unconsciously drooling at my beef...

What's in someone else's bowl is always the best.

Not long after, the long-awaited dinner plate finally came to the table.

In fact, maybe it didn't take too long to wait, it's just that the overly full expectation made every minute and every second seem so difficult.

"Click!"

The moment the big sea bowl touched the table, the hanging heart finally settled down, and the long wait officially came to an end.

At this time, Qi An will take a close-up shot very thoughtfully:

The broth in Liao Kee restaurant is quite famous. Experienced diners will often scoop up a spoonful of soup first, pout their mouths, and blow a few mouthfuls.

Seventy-eight percent of the oil in the soup has been skimmed off, leaving only three or two parts lying quietly in the crystal clear soup.

With a slight blow, it seemed to be alive, and it was like a golden fish swimming fast.

"Sizzle~"

After taking a mouthful of hot soup, the stomach and intestines that had been silent all night were slowly stretched.

The diners squinted their eyes unconsciously and let out a long, comfortable sigh.

"Ah~"

that's nice!

Throw a crispy little pickle into your mouth first, and then use your chopsticks to pick up a large pinch of rice noodles while waiting for the body fluid to overflow.

Yes, it must be a large pinch.

Maybe you can't eat that much, but you must have more for the first time to feel satisfied.

Cooked rice noodles are like icebergs under the sea, you can't guess how long they will be buried until they are completely pulled out!

Lift your arms up and watch them slide.

The hot air was pulled out in a long strip, like a revived dragon.

Very slippery and bouncy, the surface of the smooth rice noodles has tiny splashes of soup constantly, swaying a little in the air, and falling back obediently...

After seeing the whole picture of the rice noodles clearly, he finally settled his mind.

Come on, Cha Fan!

A true connoisseur is all about doing it all in one go:

Before entering the mouth, sink the qi into the dantian, bite one end first, and then suck it hard!

Hey, this is no easy task.

If it is not done well, it will be choked by the soup in the middle.

A knowledgeable person will cooperate with the chopsticks in his hand and his mouth, one sucks in and the other pushes up.

"Hiss~"

The smooth rice noodles disappeared into the mouth at an astonishing speed, and the tail swung a curve in mid-air, and disappeared neatly between the lips and teeth.

The one-time successful person looks around while chewing, and the [-] pores on his body are full of pride:

You guys, no!

Waves of diners came and went, the camera fast-forwarded, and the two-hour breakfast time was compressed to the extreme.

The two old men who had just appeared on the scene stood up one after another, with their hands behind their backs, and walked out slowly.

Seeing this, Qi An followed, "Where are you two going?"

The two kept walking, "Go play a song for Brother Sun!"

The elder brother Sun they talked about was an old soldier who made a living by picking up waste in his later years.

It was not until his death that the hidden history was slowly revealed.

After unremitting efforts by all parties, finally last month, the ashes of Uncle Sun were moved to the Martyrs Cemetery in Qingjiang City.

The camera follows Uncle Song and Mr. Li standing on the side of the road waiting for the red light.

The sun is fully up, but today seems to be a bit cloudy with not much sunlight.

There was still unmelted snow on the ground, and it was chilly when the wind blew.

Among the crowd waiting for the red light, there are old people, strong young people, and childish students who are constantly fighting.

If the city is compared to a person, then they represent the person's life:

youth, youth, old age;

Future, present, past...

Three completely different lives are put together, which always makes people feel a little bit emotional.

A few seconds later, the green light turned on, and the camera followed the two old men across the street and into the subway entrance.

Because the relevant procedures have been completed with the local government before the filming, and several public places that may be involved have been greeted in advance, Qi An and his party have not been blocked in any way.

There are a lot of people on the subway, and each car is a microcosm of the city:

The retired old man with a red face is squinting his eyes and trying to look at the screen of the mobile phone with large characters;

The office workers with exquisite make-up are tired even in their hair. Most of them stare blankly at the huge advertisement across the glass window opposite the carriage, and then slowly fall asleep with the shaking of the subway carriage.

Long-distance commutes are the norm in big cities, and getting some sleep on the way to work is crucial.

There is a high school student with baby fat holding a vocabulary book in his hand, chanting loudly...

The upcoming college entrance examination will be the first major turning point in their lives, and almost no one dares to slack off.

The words of teachers and parents have long been deeply embedded in their minds:

"Don't waste your time going to and from school. Now memorize a few more words and memorize one more formula. In the future, you may beat dozens or even hundreds of competitors in the college entrance examination..."

After the train arrived at the station, the students grabbed their schoolbags and queued up to squeeze out.

Then, run to the future.

The Martyrs Cemetery is the last stop on this subway line.

When we arrived at the station, the compartment was no longer as crowded as it was at the beginning, it was empty, and there were not many people left.

Uncle Song and Master Li got out of the car one after another, and climbed up the mountain slowly with their hands behind their backs.

Qingjiang City has many mountains and rivers, and the Martyrs Cemetery is built on the mountain.

There is a milky white fog in the distance, and countless mountains are looming in it, and the whole picture cannot be seen clearly, only a few exquisite ink lines outline the outline...

Surrounded by mountains, there is a steep slope around, and there are many snow-white stone tablets scattered on it, many of which have black ashes after burning. Shivering slightly in the cold wind mixed with drizzle, it seemed to make this place lively and lovely all at once.

In fact, it is true that people are mortal, but sooner or later.For example, such a place, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, does not feel scary anymore.

Qi An's breathless voice came from outside the camera, "Old man, whose tombstones belong to?"

The two uncles didn't look back, "The history of this city is much longer than this martyr's cemetery..."

Naturally, it belonged to previous generations of residents.

Nowadays, during the festivals, there are still descendants who come to worship.

After a pause, Mr. Li turned his head, "You guys are not strong enough!"

Where did it climb to?

Qi An waved his hands and smiled wryly, "It's incomparable, it's incomparable..."

This is the first time for the entire film crew to come to the Martyrs Cemetery to shoot.

When they stepped on the creaking snow and turned around the layers of pines and cypresses, they raised their heads and were speechless for a moment.

In the gloomy world, countless tombstones spread out in front of my eyes, and they stretched in all directions without seeing the edge.

There is still a layer of white snow piled on the densely packed tombstones, silent, standing still, standing silently.

They stood on the high mountain, looking down at the homeland they had dreamed of during their lifetime.

The biting north wind howled and blew, rolling up the snow foam on the ground and swirling it one after another.

The surrounding pines and cypresses are lush and green, swaying with the wind, and then return to calm.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath and concentrated, for fear of disturbing the heroic souls underground.

The camera swept across the tombstone, and someone read softly:

"...born in 1932... died in North Korea on August 1951, 8..."

He was 19 years old.

"...born in 1920...died on July 1937, 7..."

Only 17 years old.

Grandpa Sun just moved here, and the tombstone is still very new.

He was childless and lonely during his lifetime, but he was remembered after his death.

Every new year and festival, someone always comes to put a bottle of wine and a few flowers.

Uncle Song tuned the strings, and Mr. Li wiped the erhu.

The two old people who have worked together for many years don't need any rehearsal, raise your hands, get up!

The clear suona sound spread across the entire mountain in an instant, like a breeze, startling the birds hidden in the dense forest.

The high-pitched erhu sound followed closely, like the flowing water in the mountains, gurgling.

The music ups and downs, some light, some tragic, with the last high note, finally finally calmed down.

Qi An seemed to see the life of an old man, and the lives of countless people.

So similar, yet not too similar.

"Go buy some flowers..."

He said to the staff.

When the film crew left, a white chrysanthemum was placed in front of every tombstone in the Martyrs Cemetery.

On the way back, many members of the film crew had red eyes.

Everyone said nothing, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

"There's nothing to cry about," said Mr. Li, who was lowering his head to wipe the suona, "Do they want to see you cry? No, they want you to be well."

Qi'an and the others were taken aback for a moment and fell into deep thought.

When they reappeared in Luyuan District, everyone's sadness had faded.

The dead are gone, and those who come can be chased.

The golden crow is falling to the west, and the colorful lights are just beginning to come on.

The street that had been empty for a day fell into a busy place again, and the dim street lights illuminated the busy traffic in front of it, winding its way to an unknown distance.

The evening at Liao Kee Restaurant kicked off with the sound of a little girl's erhu.

The little girl who is more than four years old has already stretched in style.

Although there are not many difficult skills, but the basic skills are quite proficient.

The most rare thing is that her rhythm is extremely accurate, and there is emotion in the song.

Even people who don't understand music theory can vaguely understand what they want to express after listening to it.

The film crew has people who are knowledgeable, so they can't help but be speechless.

Good guy, this is "Pastoral Spring"!

Although it is indeed a piece suitable for newcomers, how old is this kid?How long have you learned Erhu?

At the end of the song, everyone applauded.

The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, stood up gracefully and bowed, "Thank you!"

Uncle Song was very pleased.

There is a successor!

Mr. Li felt sour in his heart:

Good boy, why don't you like to learn suona?

Suona is so good!

Qi'an went over and asked, "Does Guoguo want to be a musician in the future?"

Guoguo tilted her head, "Uncle said don't think too much, you won't know until you grow up."

At the beginning, Guoguo was asked to learn Erhu purely because the child liked it. Liao Chu never thought of forcing the child to do anything.

Everyone laughed.

A voice came from the crowd, "It sounds so good, let's have another one!"

Who knows that the little girl doesn't buy it.

She put away the erhu on her own, and said seriously: "Grandpa Song said, I'm still young, so I can't play for too long in one breath."

My wrist should hurt.

She sent the piano box in first, and then ran to the French window facing the street, holding the window frame with two small hands, as if waiting for something.

"Guoguo, who are you waiting for?"

"We have to wait for Teacher Yuyu to eat together."

she said.

After about ten minutes, a young man in white down came across the street.

His appearance is very good, and the heavy winter coat on him not only does not look bulky, but is a bit naive.

Through the glass window, the young man smiled at Guoguo with crooked eyebrows.

The little girl giggled, quickly jumped off the seat, and ran to the door to greet her.

"Teacher Yuyu!"

The heat is coming.

Yu Yu took off his hat, and his slightly curly short hair popped out, shaking in the air a few times, and then reluctantly fell down.

Qi An outside the camera is a bit pantothenic:

Why do people have so much hair!

Today is Saturday, and the restaurant will be closed tomorrow, and the teacher Yu Yu in front of him will go to deliver supplies to the children in the orphanage with the owner of the restaurant.

"Why did you choose to do this?" Yu Yu was a little at a loss, and while quickly removing the chicken wings for Guoguo, he said, "I just wanted to do it, so I did it."

Compared with freshly killed chicken, air-dried chicken has more flavor.

And because of the loss of water, the meat is very firm.

Although adults like this kind of strong taste, it is a little unfriendly to children.

"Thank you, Teacher Yuyu." Guoguo happily harvested a pile of torn chicken, served with warm preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and ate deliciously bite by bite.

"Teacher Yuyu is amazing!" the little girl said with absolute certainty.

Qi An deliberately teased her, "Is it more remarkable than your uncle?"

Guoguo swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and suddenly looked over with complicated eyes.

Qi'an felt hairy all over her body when she saw it.

what happened?

After a long time, the little girl sighed like a grown-up, and said surprisingly, "You must be a weird uncle who can ask questions like whether you like your father or your mother the most, right?"

Just like everything my uncle cooks is delicious, can't both of us be great?

Prayer: "..."

Blame, blame uncle? !

Everyone in the camera crew started to laugh.

Even the photographer couldn't help it, and the lens shook slightly.

The little girl leaned forward, tried to stretch her arms, and patted Qian'an's shoulder twice.

"Uncle, if you always ask this kind of question, you will be hated."

Prayer: "..."

Thank you for reminding me!

Half an hour later, Liao Chu, who had been busy all day, also joined the interview.

"How did you know each other? The orphanage," he said succinctly, "we all went to deliver supplies, and then we acted together."

Yu Yu next to him nodded.

"Not easy, is it? Has anyone ever questioned your motives?"

After hearing this, the two looked at each other.

Liao Chu pointed at Yu Yu, "I'm fine, I didn't surf the Internet very much before, but he..."

Since creating the account of Liao Kee Restaurant, Liao Chu spends half an hour every day taking care of it, and by the way, he also watches "The Child Who Counts the Stars".

Then saw a lot of not so good reviews.

Doubt, that is still light, and there are many direct insults.

There are already so many public comments, it is not difficult to imagine what a more private backstage private message will look like.

People who have not experienced it themselves can never imagine how stressful it is.

So sometimes he really admires Yu Yu.

Really, really amazing guy.

It is also doing charity work, because of his background in an orphanage, everyone will take the initiative to find a good reason for him, and feels that it is very logical to give back to the society now.

On the contrary, Yu Yu, who seems to have both parents, seems to have no direct motivation to do public welfare in the eyes of many people in the world.

That being the case, then his purpose must not be pure!

Yu Yu was a little embarrassed, and waved his hands again and again, "It's okay, it's not as exaggerated as he said."

Qi'an grasped the point, "That is to say, someone insulted you?"

Yu Yu hesitated and nodded.

"Could you please show us?"

"Ah?" Yu Yu was stunned for a moment, "This..."

In this kind of program, it's not appropriate, is it?

Liao Chu patted his back lightly, "Let's take a look."

Otherwise, someone will definitely say that he is miserable, and the scolding will be even more fierce.

Yu Yu had an inexplicable trust in him.

"OK then……"

A few minutes later, everyone in the film crew let out low cries one after another:

"Is that too much?"

It's not just questioning anymore, it's more direct insults and curses.

I don't know, I thought the young man in front of me had some deep hatred for them.

But in fact, the two sides didn't know each other at all.

After only a few dozen messages were displayed, Yu Yu quickly put away the phone.

"Actually, it's understandable for everyone to have such doubts," he rubbed his hands. "Because as far as the current situation is concerned, this field is indeed a bit chaotic. There have been a lot of news before, and the public generally lacks a sense of trust..."

"But you will still be sad?" Qi An asked.

Yu Yu nodded hesitantly, and smiled, "Indeed, but just think about it."

Liao Chu frowned beside him, "How can you think about such a thing?"

Yu Yu smiled instead, and patted his arm, "Okay, okay...just get used to it."

Why get used to it?

Liao Chu still wanted to say something, but looking into the smiling eyes of the other party, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

Forget it.

I'm here, so, forget it...

Early the next morning, the film crew followed Liao Chu and Yu Yu to the Kangming Welfare Institute.

When we got out of the car, everyone was shocked by the dilapidated buildings in front of them.

Ordinary people rarely pay attention to welfare institutions.

Occasionally, it is just a flash from the news.

And all that can be on the news are all key local support projects.

In their impression, it seems that all the orphanages are clean and tidy, bright and hygienic, and all the children are also white and lively, without any psychological shadow...

Anyway, it wasn't the desolate appearance of a refugee camp.

Dean Liu Xianglan was obviously a little embarrassed facing the camera.

"It's much better than before. It's mainly Teacher Yu and Mr. Liao who helped raise a lot of supplies. This year everyone has enough food and clothing..."

In the end, it was a bit incoherent, but the more it was like this, the more real it was.

"The living conditions of the children in the orphanages in big cities are actually very good," Liao Chu said while moving things. "In modern society, can you imagine that there are still children who are malnourished?"

He pointed to the children cheering happily at several cartons of milk, "I was like that when I was young, and they were too..."

There is no balanced diet of fish, eggs, milk, let alone any post-meal fruit. It would be nice to be able to barely fill your stomach with carbohydrates such as rice noodles.

Extreme malnutrition and anemia exacerbated his physical decline.

Once when I went to the hospital for an examination, the doctor was quite regretful:

"If you take care of it from an early age, you can at least suppress it until you are 30 years old before it breaks out..."

It has been snowing for the past few days, and two rooms leaked water. After Liao Chu helped move the supplies, he went straight to the roof.

He checked it, and said to Yu Yu below: "The waterproof layer is damaged, and it needs to be repainted."

Yu Yu nodded, "Then I'll go buy it!"

"Let me go." Liao Chu climbed down the stairs, "There are many kinds of waterproof paint, don't be fooled."

Speaking of cheating, Yu Yu couldn't help but think back to the time when he bought oranges.

Although the old man has now changed his ways, this incident seems to have become Yu Yu's black history.

When Liao Chu went to buy waterproof paint, Yu Yu took the children to play together.

You don't need any high-end equipment, you just need a piece of chalk to draw a grid on the concrete floor, and you can slap and dance.

Simple, even a bit shabby conditions, but a lot of fun for all.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qi An seemed to have returned to his childhood.

He squatted on the ground and murmured: "I also played like this when I was young..."

Kicking shuttlecock, hopscotch, throwing sandbags, rolling hoops, throwing mud, playing pictures...

The games they were familiar with in their childhood seem to have disappeared into the rolling track of history along with the past.

was ruthlessly abandoned.

So later when Liao Chu came back with a cart of waterproof materials, he saw the camera left alone and the entire film crew left.

Under the sun, a mediterranean sea is steaming, panting and jumping.

A group of staff in the back are eager to try.

The courageous ones are already "attacking" Qi'an: "Director, your physical fitness is not enough!"

The young man next to him led the children laughing happily.

The sun was very bright and fell down gently, giving everyone a layer of gold.

Everyone was playing in full swing, and they didn't notice anyone coming back.

Only the young man seemed to feel something, when Liao Chu jumped out of the car, he suddenly turned his head.

"Mr. Liao, you are back!"

He said with a smile.

Liao Chu suddenly felt that this sentence was very pleasant.

Like a wanderer who has been wandering for a long time, he suddenly finds that among thousands of lights, there is only one for himself.

He pushed open the door, and someone inside smiled and said to himself:

"you're back!"

Just for a moment, a simple sentence washed away the dust all over her body.

"Well, I'm back."