Chapter 129: Fu Huai Extra (Part 1)
In the remote northern town, transportation is very inconvenient. The uneven gravel road can only accommodate one car. If there is a car coming from the opposite direction, it will be directly blocked. It is difficult for private cars to drive in.
Of course, most people in the town will choose to ride a scooter or a bicycle.
A black car was anchored 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, walked around the car, and even opened the hood to take a look, but he couldn't find the problem. He frowned and scratched his head.
Coincidentally, he received a call from his boss, asking him where he was. He replied: "I have arrived at Maitian Village, but my car broke down on the way to the village. But don't worry, Mr. Zhou, I will definitely complete the interview mission!"
Tiantian Daily News closed down a few years ago, and was successfully reorganized because of new investors. Under the leadership of Zhou An, the son-in-law of the Hao family, Tiantian Daily News has a good development prospect and is also a workplace that many young people who study this major want to work in when they graduate.
The young man standing on this gravel road is an intern who just joined Tiantian Daily News this year. He just graduated and is still quite green, but he is very serious about his work and is full of enthusiasm.
For example, not long ago, the article he reported about 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.
So he was trained as a 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 is no longer just focused on entertainment, economic, and social news. This year they plan to do another special topic focusing on poverty alleviation, and this special topic was handed over to him.
Maitian Village was still a poor village a few years ago, but in just three years, the strawberry planting technology in Maitian Village has made great progress. The strawberries here are big and sweet, and the sales are particularly good. The strawberries in Maitian Village have become a well-known brand.
Wheatfield Village has also successfully escaped poverty and become a wealthy village in the surrounding area.
The young reporter came to this small place called Wheatfield Village just to interview the village secretary and write a special report.
However, his car always had problems along the way, and now it seemed to be completely scrapped and motionless.
He had to call the village secretary, who said enthusiastically in a thick dialect that he would bring people to help immediately and asked him to wait.
He could only stay by the car and look at the surrounding environment boredly. The green wheat fields were swaying with blue waves, and strawberry sheds were everywhere. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the village, the sight was all refreshing green.
He suddenly felt his restless heart calm down. Anyway, he had nothing to do now, so he took out his camera, aimed the lens at the sign that read "Wheat Field Village", then at the beautiful wheat field, and then moved to a strawberry garden next to it.
His lens couldn't help but stop.
Now is the season when strawberries are ripe. A greenhouse in the strawberry garden opened its door, and a boy squatting on the ground could be seen.
It was a white-haired boy. He held a red basket in one hand and touched the small strawberries hanging on the branches with the other hand, and then touched another one.
He looked back and forth for a long time, and finally picked a big red strawberry and picked it. He lowered his eyes to look at the strawberry in his hand and grinned.
The bright red strawberries made the boy's skin look even whiter than snow, and his smile was particularly bright and beautiful.
It is difficult to describe this young man accurately. He is not stunningly handsome, but he has a unique charm. The first time you see him, you will be attracted by him and can never look away. The
young reporter stood on the ridge of the field. He stared blankly at the person in the camera. His mind became dull, the desire in his body was inexplicably ignited, and his reason was leaving him at a rapid speed.
Suddenly, the young man raised his face. He seemed to be looking at the camera, or looking at the person who was peeping at him through the camera.
The corners of his lips slowly rose, and the smile between his eyebrows became more stunningly beautiful, but his black eyes were filled with a contemptuous and malicious smile.
It was as if invisible poison was spreading from the teardrop under his eye, like a poppy flower emitting an addictive magic that could easily make people in the world become slaves under his feet who were only willing to chase his gaze. The
young reporter couldn't help but take a step forward, closer, closer... Even if the boy was looking at him with trashy eyes, he couldn't help but want to occupy his gaze and make his smile belong only to himself.
The boy suddenly withdrew his gaze. The
young reporter paused.
In the camera, a girl in a smoky purple floral dress walked over angrily. The boy quickly hugged his head. Sure enough, the girl slapped his hand that was protecting his head.
The girl stared at him fiercely.
The boy put down his hand aggrievedly and turned his head towards her hand.
She raised her hand high.
He closed his eyes in fear.
But the girl did not slap him, but a pair of gentle hands came down, ruffling his hair into a mess.
The boy squatted on the ground, and his eyes sparkled when he looked up at her. He seemed very happy that she touched him in the way she touched a dog, and his eyes were smiling into crescents.
Because they were far away, I couldn't hear what they were saying, but watching their interaction, the girl seemed fierce, and the boy was weak, pitiful and helpless, but every time the girl made a move, she softened her movements.
The white-haired boy was obviously enjoying it.
The young reporter was a little confused. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just wanted to get closer to the boy, but now the strange desire in his heart was inexplicably reduced.
He looked at the camera again, and the boy and the girl had disappeared. They left.
He felt a little lost.
A middle-aged man wearing a straw hat ran over and said breathlessly: "You must be Xiao Wang!" The
young reporter put down the camera and shook hands with the simple middle-aged man awkwardly, "Hello, you can just call me Xiao Wang."
As for the "bar", just forget it.
"I'm the secretary of Wheat Field Village. The roads here are not good, but we are planning to repair them this year. I didn't expect your car to have a problem here. If you need any help, please tell me! By the way, I heard that you wanted to interview us about something... about your experience in getting rich?"
Reporter Xiao Wang had forgotten what he had seen before. He hurriedly said: "Maitian Village has escaped poverty and become rich by growing strawberries. Everyone is curious about how Maitian Village, which didn't grow strawberries much before, has achieved such great success in just three years."