Chapter 90 Wedding and mourning (21)
In the dim and dilapidated old-style tube-shaped building, the garbage piled outside the iron gate was stinking. Old electric wires fell from the ceiling and drooped beside the wall. The wire sheath had long been aged, revealing the copper wire inside.
In the oppressive silence, the sound of someone walking up the stairs seemed particularly clear.
The person going upstairs seemed to have a bad leg. The footsteps of his two feet were obviously different when they landed. They were slow and heavy, as if his legs had been injured before, which made him unable to use strength when lifting his legs, so he could only put them down heavily. The soles of his shoes rubbed against the broken edge of the steps, making a rough friction sound.
There were also bursts of incessant coughing, and he had to stop to rest after climbing the stairs for a while. It sounded like he was in very bad physical condition.
The coughing and heavy footsteps were like a signal, telling other residents that such a person had returned.
A security door on the upper floor was quickly opened. A young man leaned his head out through the gap in the stairs to take a look down, then hurried downstairs in his slippers.
"Uncle, are you going out again?" When the young man saw the old man leaning against the wall and breathing heavily, he quickly ran to the old man's side, addressed him and supported him with affectionate actions, and patted his back with a smile to help him breathe more smoothly.
"You went to the southern region again this time? It's hot there, and you're not in good health. It's not good for you to go there in the summer. You said you were alone in a foreign place, and what if you fainted or fell? There's no one to take care of you."
The young man looked worried and asked cautiously, "How is the situation this time?"
The old man looked to be in his fifties or sixties, but perhaps because he had been running outside in the wind and sun for many years, coupled with a heavy heart and worries day and night, he looked much older than his peers.
His sun-tanned face was covered with wrinkles, and the ravines showed the hard times of the past few decades. But even though the old man looked so old now, one could still vaguely see the vigor and handsomeness of his youth.
Even though the old man's legs and feet are disabled and his waist is twisted and protruding due to injuries, he still subconsciously tries his best to straighten his back at all times, with his shoulders lowered and his posture beautiful, and he still retains the good habits of his youth.
Although the old clothes he was wearing were washed to a pale color, they were clean and smooth.
It seems that the old man's life is not very good, but he still tries hard to make himself look decent, and his attitude towards life is still vigorous.
"Well, after decades, I'm used to it. It's always like that every time I go there."
The old man shook his head, as if he didn't want to say more, and quickly changed the subject: "It's better to go in the summer. When it comes to autumn and winter, the pain in the leg will be severe and even more uncomfortable. How have you and your mother been doing in the past two months? I haven't seen you for two months. You seem to have gained some weight?"
The young man sighed in his heart and understood what the old man meant, so he helped him move upstairs step by step and continued speaking as the old man said.
"Well, you missed my mom's good cooking skills. The price of pork dropped a while ago, and my mom was very happy to buy a lot of it. She also made steamed pork with rice flour and stewed bone soup. She originally asked me to send you some to taste and ask you to give her some advice on her cooking skills, but you were not at home. I have been looking forward to your return these days, and finally you have come."
He smiled brightly, as if he had thought of something good, and he couldn't close his mouth.
The old man was a little curious, but was also infected by the smile: "Is there something good? Look at you smiling, like a little baby."
"You guessed right, there really is something good." The young man pointed mysteriously at his open door and said, "Come to my house and sit for a while. You just got home and there is nothing to eat. I just made some porridge. You can fill your stomach first. I want to show you something good."
After entering the house, the young man asked the old man to sit on the sofa, then hurried into his room, took out a red envelope and stuffed it into the old man's hand.
"Uncle, take this money. Don't spend it all on Xiangnan. You're already so old, it's time to buy yourself some good food to nourish yourself. I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup in a few days. Your cough has been like this for a long time, and it's getting worse. It's not a good idea to delay it..."
The old man was a little surprised and quickly rejected the red envelope that was stuffed into his mouth.
"What are you doing? You two have taken good care of me over the years. Take the money back. Don't you need money to date a girl? Take the girl out for a couple of good meals. I'm already this old, there's no need for that."
"It's not my money, uncle."
The young man quickly explained, "It was a stranger I met online. After hearing about your story, he insisted on donating money to you. He said that you are a person worthy of his respect and he admires you for being able to stick to justice for decades without giving up. If you don't accept the money, he will feel guilty."
The old man's hand paused.
The words spoken unconsciously by the young man pierced the old man's heart, causing his thoughts to churn for a moment. Decades of memories came flooding back to his mind with mixed feelings.
The young man didn't notice that the old man was in a bad mood, and he was still sharing interesting stories with the old man. He said happily, "I didn't expect that I could meet such an interesting person watching a variety show. He insisted on asking me to send him money, saying that he lacked everything except money. I couldn't persuade him. I thought he was a scammer at first, but he sent me money directly."
"But this guy is really sentimental and a good person. After listening to how you lived and what you did over the years, he started crying on the phone. He also said that what you did and said were very similar to what you did in the variety show..."
As he spoke, the young man's voice became increasingly hesitant, and he himself was stunned.
"Come to think of it, that variety show is really very similar to the village you and I talked about, uncle."
The old man was a little puzzled: "What variety show?"
Because the economy is not so good, he still uses an old-fashioned mobile phone and has no time to watch any variety shows.
The young man quickly took out his mobile phone, turned on the live variety show "Heart-beating Travel Around the World for 99 Days" and showed it to the old man.
Because the young man subscribed to Yan Shixun's split screen, when he clicked in, he was automatically redirected to Yan Shixun's split screen live broadcast, showing the current split screen content.
Yan Shixun was walking alone on the village road. In the camera, the sun was about to set. A thin orange-red light spread across the sky, dyeing the heavy clouds gathering around it orange-red, but neutralizing it into a dirty color.
The nearby village houses are low and dilapidated, the dirt road underfoot is dusty, and the scenery in the secluded village has not changed for decades.
The old man squinted his eyes and unconsciously leaned over to look. Then, after seeing the village scene clearly in the camera, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.
His waist, which had been bent by the years and pain, instantly leaned back, his face full of disbelief.
This, this, isn’t this the Wangzi Village where he has studied for decades!
You will definitely not go wrong.
Even though decades had passed, he never dared to forget what happened for a moment.
The oppressive, low-hanging clouds at dusk seemed to crush the village. The sirens of vehicles, the quarrels nearby, the shouting and fighting of men, the sobbing and begging of women, the crying of newborn babies...
He lay face down on the ground, the pain from his waist and legs spreading to all the nerves in his body, making him unable to feel where his lower body was, and he felt panic as if his heart was broken. He wanted to stand up and rush forward again, but he had no strength left in his body.
He was hit by teammates who had rushed over to protect him, and the flaming fire sticks hit them, and the cries of pain from their throats rang in his ears.
He raised his head in a daze, looking upwards along the angle of the ground. Even though his brain, already numbed by the pain, was made even more dazed by the noise, he still tried to open his eyes, trying to find the girl with his vision blurred by the blood flowing from his forehead into his eyes.
However, all he saw were villagers and teammates quarreling and pushing each other. The villagers were roaring, their faces ferocious. His teammates wanted to dissuade them but were beaten repeatedly, and even their lives were threatened by the sharp farm tools in the hands of the other party. So they had no choice but to defend themselves, formed a circle, and cautiously retreated to the outskirts of the village.
Next to the villagers, there were a few men wearing suit trousers and black leather shoes, with huge beer bellies, watching the chaotic scene coldly.
But he no longer cared about that.
When he was helped up from the ground by his teammates, he still tried to keep his eyes open, which were stinging from the blood and sweat, and looked for the girl among the villagers.
There was a bloody taste in my throat, every breath brought severe pain, and my nasal cavity was filled with blood foam.
huff… huff…
He could clearly hear the sound of his own breathing, like a broken fan.
His teammates anxiously persuaded him to leave, but he wanted to tell his teammates not to care about him and that he wanted to stay here. If the female college student was not rescued, he would die here even if he died.
However, his throat was severely damaged, and when he opened his mouth he could only make "ho ho" sounds. He was unable to express what he meant, and he did not have the strength to resist his teammates' attempts to forcefully take him away.
He opened his eyes that had lost focus, and even though he knew there was little hope, he still refused to give up and kept turning his head back, trying hard to look behind him.
That girl, where is that girl? Is she safe? Is she still crying?
He wanted to take one more look at the girl, to tell her not to be afraid, that they would be back soon, to take her away, to take her home...
At that dusk, the setting sun was as red as blood, frozen in his vision blurred by the blood.
From then on, in countless nights, the scene of that moment would appear in his dreams along with the crying and noise, making him restless and waking up in a cold sweat.
However, in the dark room, the only sound was his heart beating violently, like a drum.
Then he suddenly realized that it had been too long ago...
"Uncle, do you think this village looks like the one you visited before?"
When the young man saw the old man staring at the screen for a long time without saying anything, he thought he was presbyopic and couldn't see clearly.
But the young man thought about it and felt that this was a bit absurd: "But even if it is that village, you can't recognize it, after all, it has been decades, and those streets and houses have been replaced. And no matter how good your memory is, it was decades ago, and you only met a few times, it would be difficult to remember."
"No." The old man gave the opposite answer in a hoarse voice: "I remember it very clearly, it's here."
The old man's eyes were covered with wrinkles, but they were bright as snow.
At this moment, his old and tired body seemed to be suddenly injected with powerful vitality, and he regained his youthful vigor and spirit.
It was like returning to that day decades ago in an instant.
"I will never make a mistake. This is it. Wangzi Village, Wangzi Village. I will never forget this name even if I die."
The old man stared at the screen in front of him. His originally kind and peaceful face suddenly burst into intense anger, as if he wanted to rush into the screen and go once again to the village that had trapped him for decades.
"What kind of show was this?"
The young man had never seen the old man like this before. He was stunned for a moment by the anger and vitality that the old man burst out, and then he said stupidly: "It's just an ordinary live variety show..."
Halfway through his words, the young man suddenly seemed to remember something and exclaimed, "So, uncle, you were injured and left with sequelae because of this village. This village was the one that happened decades ago! No wonder, no wonder those villagers treated Bai Shuang so badly."
Because the old man was eager to know the information about the village and wanted to go to the village immediately, and the young man knew very well how persistent the old man was about what happened back then, so he did not dare to delay for a moment. He immediately found the official account of the program team on the social platform and tried to contact the staff of the program team.
"But uncle, this village is not called Wangzi Village, it's called Jiazifen Village."
When the young man turned to the program team's introduction to the current episode, his fingers, which had been busy flying, paused.
He glanced at the old man cautiously, fearing that the answer would upset him.
After all, the old man hadn't really confirmed whether this village was the same one back then, but he was already so excited. After spending decades, this was the first time he was so close to what he had been looking for. The old man was in a better mood at this moment, and the fatigue from just returning home after two months of long-distance travel was swept away.
If in such a situation, the old man suddenly found out that he had gone to the wrong place, the blow of getting it and then losing it would probably be far greater than never getting it at all.
The young man didn't dare to breathe and looked at the old man in panic. He was ready to rush over and help the old man if anything happened to him.
The old man frowned and said seriously, "Impossible! I will never make a mistake. What Jiazifen Village? This is Wangzi Village."
The memories of those years, as well as the desperate pleas and howls, kept echoing in his mind day and night, questioning why he did not keep his promise, keeping him awake day and night, and never letting him go for a moment in the past few decades.
In his mind, he had replayed the events of the past over and over again. Ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times, a million times... He couldn't help but wonder, if he had walked a little faster here, or made no noise there, would things have turned out differently?
The more he replayed the incident, the more he couldn't forgive himself. He always felt that there were things he could have done better in his actions back then.
Therefore, he was already very familiar with the scene at that time, and it was exactly the same as the scene in Yan Shixun's split-screen live broadcast at this moment.
He would never make a mistake.
The young man had no idea of the inner torment the old man had gone through for decades and the repetition of the scene. He just thought it was the old man’s self-consolation, but he didn’t have the heart to burst the old man’s beautiful imagination, so he did not continue to dissuade the old man, but continued to contact the program team, wanting to know the situation in the village.
“This audience member asked a very strange question.”
In the courtyard of the farmhouse, the guests were still discussing dinner, while a staff member walked towards Zhang Wubing holding a tablet and said curiously, "This is the first time I've seen someone ask if this village is Jiazifen Village."
"Where else could it be other than Jiazifen Village? Can we just put up a tent?" The staff laughed and cried: "I didn't expect that after two or three episodes, there are still people who think our show is scripted."
The assistant director also laughed and said, "I dare not write this script. I don't have the ability or the courage. How can I write something so scary? It's hard to find props for the performance. We are not making a Hollywood blockbuster. How can we have so much money? Besides, if I write such a script, are you really not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night?"
However, Zhang Wubing, who was sitting on a folding chair nearby, blinked and hesitated.
"Now that you mention it, I seem to remember it... Come to think of it, I saw this farmhouse on a hotel and homestay app before. When I called the owner to confirm the room and schedule, I glanced at the introduction on the app. It really wasn't Jiazifen Village, but Wangzi Village."
The staff around: “???”
They looked at each other, but Zhang Wubing didn't look like he was joking.
In order to solve his doubts, Zhang Wubing simply took out his mobile phone and clicked into the farm stay booking app, wanting to look for the introduction he saw at that time.
However, Zhang Wubing searched for a long time but could not find the farm house in Jiazifen Village. Only after trying very hard did he find the farm house in the corner with its title turned gray.
As shown above, the farm stay had lost its manager half a year ago, so the platform followed the rules and directly marked the farm stay's page with a "situation unclear, need to be confirmed with caution" label and removed it from the shelves. The restrictions will not be lifted until the platform reconnects with the manager.
Everyone: “???”
I originally wanted to clear up some confusion, but the more I read, the more confused I became.
So Zhang Wubing had no choice but to go find Yang Yun, wanting to ask the boss directly to get things straight.
Yang Yun was squatting in the vegetable garden in the backyard of the farmhouse, checking the growth of vegetables and wondering which vegetables were ripe and ready to eat. After hearing Zhang Wubing's question, he laughed heartily, and his crazy and strange state during the day was no longer seen, and he returned to normal.
"Oh, I thought something was wrong, this."
"We were indeed called Wangzi Village before, but later we changed it to Jiazifen Village because of the master's advice. He said that this way we can live better. Mr. Yan asked about it during the day, and I told him that you probably didn't hear it because you were far away?"
Yang Yun smiled and pointed at Zhang Wubing, jokingly saying, "We caught a bad student who didn't listen to the teacher."
Zhang Wubing was amused and scratched his head embarrassedly.
"As for the hotel and homestay platform, I am indeed no longer operating it. You should be the last batch of guests of the farmhouse."
Yang Yun smiled at Zhang Wubing and said, "When the director called me before, I was also surprised. I didn't expect that there was someone who could get through to me. But it's a business, so there's no reason to refuse guests. Just come. It just so happens that I will stay here for a while to take care of some chores and wait for someone who has been gone for a long time. I can still continue to entertain you, so I didn't refuse you, director."
"Don't worry, even though the platform is no longer operating, I promise you will have fun in the farmhouse."
Zhang Wubing didn't expect that the program crew would be the last batch of guests at the farm house. He was surprised and a little regretful.
He looked around the surrounding farmhouses and said regretfully, "Why don't you do it anymore? This is the best farmhouse I've ever seen. It has a pastoral atmosphere, and the landscape and facilities are all in place. I see that even the walls here are two or three meters high, and the safety is also in place. It's very suitable for people who are tired of staying in the city for a long time to come and relax. I can see that this is all the hard work of you, the boss."
After leaving home to start his own business, Zhang Wubing, who was in charge of all matters of the program, realized for the first time how exhausting and time-consuming it was to work and be in charge of an entire project. Therefore, he felt a sense of sympathy for Yang Yun, who also opened a farmhouse.
Yang Yun stood in his vegetable garden, raised his head with some melancholy, and looked at the surrounding mountains.
"The world is unpredictable... The accident happened too quickly, and it completely disrupted all the expectations that a person could have for the future."
"I can no longer endure this, and I have no reason to endure decay..."
Zhang Wubing advised with regret: "Boss, please think about it again. In fact, I have another original intention for doing this program, which is to use the program to promote some second- and third-tier scenic spots in China that are less known. This will not only give people more choices when traveling, but also save them from the crowded places in popular scenic spots. And this way, it can also boost the popularity of unpopular scenic spots."
"We chose some remote scenic spots because they are less crowded and easier to photograph, and because they have fewer signs of development and thus retain more of their original natural scenery. We also chose them because this will boost local tourism, increase the GDP of these remote areas, and make life better for people living near the scenic spots."
"Boss, the environment and service here are so good. After this episode of our program is over, there will definitely be a lot of viewers and fans who will be recommended to come here and play at the farmhouse. By then, your farmhouse will be able to make more money, and it will also be able to develop along with the village. This is a good opportunity. Maybe you can even build a road by then."
Yang Yun was stunned for a while, and finally recovered. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No matter how much money you have, can you get her back..."
He turned around and smiled at Zhang Wubing, "But director, you did remind me. Since the farmhouse is no longer in business, there is no point in keeping those chickens, ducks and geese. I can't eat them either. So, let Mr. Yan and the others go and catch the chickens and ducks to eat. You guys who are in charge of filming are also very hard-working. Don't worry, you guys go and catch them too."
Zhang Wubing blinked in surprise. He didn't expect that he came here just to solve a problem, but he unexpectedly got a dinner extra.
After all, he heard that these poultry were very important to the villagers. When he saw the chickens walking around at noon, he was tempted, but he swallowed his saliva and held back, thinking it was very rude to make such a request rashly. Unexpectedly, Yang Yun actually brought it up himself.
"This is a bit embarrassing." Zhang Wubing was a little reserved.
Yang Yun waved his hand and said boldly: "Catch them, catch the fattest ones. If two are not enough, catch three. Catch whichever one you like. Braise, stew, or stir-fry, give me one portion of everything!"
"Thank you, boss! Let's include the money for the chickens and ducks when we leave."
Zhang Wubing immediately thanked Yang Yun happily, then turned and ran towards the front yard of the farm house, wanting to tell the guests about this as soon as possible.
The staff also cheered.
“Chicken soup is good. It will be delicious if you add some green onions. Especially since the chickens are raised by the farmers themselves, it must be delicious.” The assistant director smacked his lips and looked at the chickens walking back and forth in the chicken coop not far away. His eyes were so naked that he seemed to be able to see through the greasy chicken feathers and see the chicken meat hidden underneath. He was deeply moved.
The staff were also very moved, so moved that tears streamed from the corners of their mouths.
"Chicken soup is good. According to the weather app, it is very cold in the mountains after nightfall. It is just right for us to drink chicken soup to warm ourselves up so that we won't be afraid at night."
"Come on, go, go catch a chicken. Look at that old hen. It's perfect for making soup. Slurp~"
The staff member in charge of operating the official account on the social platform looked up with envy as his colleagues happily walked towards the chicken coop. He could only shake his head and sit aside to continue replying to private messages on the official account.
Heart-beating editor: [Hello dear, the editor asked the director to ask the owner of the farmhouse, Jiazifen Village was indeed called Wangzi Village before. But the owner said that the farmhouse will no longer operate in the future. If you want to come to the farmhouse with your relatives and friends in the future, you may be disappointed.]
The young man who had been waiting anxiously at home suddenly brightened up after seeing the response from the program's official staff. He cheered to the old man, "Uncle, this village was indeed called Wangzi Village before, and later it was renamed Jiazifen Village. We are not mistaken! This is the village from decades ago!"
The old man, who had been sitting upright on the sofa with his eyes closed and his body straight, as if he had developed the habit through long-term training, immediately opened his eyes.
"Changed your name?"
"Is this why I went to other places to look for files and found nothing?"
The old man was a little stunned: "I see."
But then, the old man reacted quickly, got up from the sofa, and walked out the door: "You rest at home, I'll go and thank your mother for me, so that she doesn't have to worry about me. Although I'm old, I dare not forget what I learned when I was young, and I can take care of myself."
"Also, if I don't come back after a while, my house and everything in it will be given to you. The property certificate is in ..."
"ah??"
The young man didn't expect the topic to jump so much. Why was the old man so anxious? He suddenly jumped to real estate or something. It sounded like he was leaving a will, which scared him.
"Uncle, uncle, are you going to this village?"
The young man glanced at his phone, which was stuck on the chat screen with the official staff of the program group, and said anxiously, "Why don't you ask the program group first? They are over there now. I saw that it would take at least three hours to get to the south area from here, even if we take a plane. And after landing, we have to back up into the mountains. With all this trouble, we may not arrive until tomorrow night."
"Uncle, since you are in a hurry, why don't you contact the production team online first? Then do other things. Don't worry, leave the matter of contacting the production team to me. Tell me what you want to say to the production team, what you want them to pay attention to, and if there is anything you need their help with, I will tell them."
"And..." The young man hesitated and said with some concern: "Since this village is the same as it was decades ago, if they are still like this now, the female members of the program team will be in danger. This can also be regarded as a reminder to the program team so that they can be on guard."
The old man who was about to raise his hand to refuse heard this, but he didn't say anything and nodded: "Okay."
“We can’t…we can’t let more girls get hurt.” The old man seemed to be remembering something, and his voice trembled a little.
When the young man looked at the old man, he also felt sad in his heart. He couldn't hold back his emotions and his eyes turned red and he almost cried.
This is not because he likes to cry or anything else, but because the old man’s story is so sad.
This area of tube-shaped buildings built in the cracks of the old city has a history of several decades. The first batch of residents decades ago all had relatively good family conditions, but later on, people moved away one after another. Those who were able to afford moved to better houses, and only some families without spare money continued to live here.
The young man remembered that when he was very young, the old man, who was still young and strong at that time, lived here.
The old man’s surname is Chen. He was a high-spirited policeman decades ago. He was a young talent with great potential, and many people wanted to introduce their daughters to him.
Everyone, including Officer Chen, thinks so. Get married, give birth to a lovely child, and then do your best to raise the child, watching your lover and child eat every meal...
However, when Officer Chen received a mission and came back, everything had changed.
Officer Chen was seriously injured that time and stayed in the hospital for a long time. He was given a critical illness notice several times, but he managed to hold on with his desire to survive and willpower.
At that time, the neighbors in the tube-shaped building all said that good fortune would come after a disaster, but they did not expect that Officer Chen would choose to resign less than a year after being discharged from the hospital, which caused everyone to sigh.
As far as the young man could remember, Officer Chen had resigned and became Uncle Chen. He had never seen the handsome and high-spirited police officer described by the neighbor's grandmother. He only witnessed Uncle Chen running to work on tiptoe, looking dusty, and returning home with a disappointed and tired face.
When he grew up a little, he once snatched a toy from a neighbor girl and made the girl cry, but he was still complacent and thought he was very "manly".
But he didn't expect to be seen by Uncle Chen who had just returned home.
It was the first time he knew that Uncle Chen, who was always smiling and buying him candies, could be so angry. He spanked him on the butt several times and sternly told him that he was not allowed to bully girls.
He cried loudly, but his mother, who came home from get off work to find out the reason, beat him again in anger and asked him to apologize to the little girl and Uncle Chen.
Seeing that he was crying so hard, Uncle Chen sighed and stuffed a handful of candy into his hand.
Then, Uncle Chen told his story for the first time, apologized to him, and explained why he was so angry.
——Because in the mission that attracted his attention that year, what he saw was girls being bullied.
However, he failed to save the girl. So from then on, he could no longer tolerate people bullying girls around him.
Uncle Chen said that he was only trying to make amends in order to gain peace of mind, and that he was just a shameless person.
I was too young back then, and thought I could change something with my own strength, and save some people's ruined lives, but it was just a fantasy after all. I couldn't save anyone, myself.
The young man was only in elementary school at the time and could not understand the tears in Uncle Chen's eyes or his bitter and trembling expression.
But as he grew up, he watched Uncle Chen dragging his injured body to the southern region year after year, day after day, and returning home exhausted and disappointed time and time again. Many times he even had new wounds on his body, as if he had been beaten.
This persistence has remained the same for decades.
He began to understand.
I understand why this man quit his job which was considered good by everyone, and worked hard alone, investing his entire youth and life into it, from young to old, just for one result.
The young man hopes that this man, who has been tortured by injuries and huge disappointments that have accumulated time and time again, can get what he wants.
"Uncle, it won't happen." The young man's nose was sore and he cried, "It won't happen again. It won't happen again. No other girl will experience something like that."
"Uncle, when I grow up and graduate from the police academy, I will take over your career and keep it going."
The young man held the old man's rough hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, uncle. I will definitely take care of the matter in Jiazifen Village."
The old man looked at him for a long time and then laughed.
"good."
"The more good kids like you there are, the better the world will be. If this kind of thing can be stopped forever, and there is no such painful separation of life and death, then I will have no regrets even if I die."
…
The staff of the program team soon received a large number of messages from a user on the social platform.
In the message, the user first briefly explained the situation and demands he knew about, and wanted to seek help from the program team so that one of his acquaintances could go to Jiazifen Village.
He then attached a document with hundreds of pages of content, detailing an event that took place in Jiazifen Village decades ago. It also contained many screenshots and explanations of official documents, as well as a scanned copy of a task list from decades ago, which clearly stated the time and content of the mission to Wangzi Village, proving that what he said was true.
Finally, the user sincerely requested the official program team to pay attention to this matter and help him and his acquaintances while protecting the safety of the female members of the program team.
It can be seen that the other party has shown the greatest sincerity.
"This is..." The staff member was surprised and his hands froze in mid-air.
"Why didn't you go catch the chickens? They were having a blast over there."
Yan Shixun walked over with his long legs and asked the staff casually.
From the chicken coop not far behind him, the sounds of chickens clucking and people laughing and exclaiming could be heard constantly, making the place very lively.
But when he saw the staff staring at the tablet in his hand with astonishment on his face, Yan Shixun also became serious and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
His gaze fell on the tablet, and then his eyes widened slightly.
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