Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

This was followed by several aftershocks visible to the naked eye. The wall of the house cracked and a corner collapsed. Many children were led by their adults and ran out in panic, many of whom were injured and bleeding.

But there was no sign of Wen Rong among the crowd.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but hold their breath nervously. They even forgot to post comments and just stared at the screen.

More than ten minutes later, when the house began to shake again due to the aftershock, a figure finally slowly appeared at the staircase where no one had run away for a long time.

He was very tall, carrying a woman on his back and a little boy on his chest.

There was only one slipper left on his feet, he was covered in dust, and there was a small pool of blood on his head from somewhere. He looked very embarrassed, but he walked very steadily.

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- No kidding, my tears are coming out

The barrage was completely filled with "crying" expressions.

Even the host was moved to tears.

After the video ended, she couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder Mrs. Wen deliberately kept this surveillance video, because even if time passes, the love in these precious clips will always be fresh."

She asked Wen Rong: "Were you volunteers when you encountered an earthquake? I can roughly guess what year it happened. Although it was not a major earthquake, the situation was still very dangerous and there was a lot of damage. When you rushed in, did you think about what would happen if the house collapsed?"

"Of course I thought about it." Wen Rong was silent for a while, then smiled, "My thought at the time was that I wanted to die with my wife and son. I would never live alone."

The host was shocked: "Were you scared afterwards?"

"To be honest, no." Wen Rong said sincerely, "I looked very enthusiastic when I rushed in, but when I thought that I could die with them, I was not afraid of anything. Even if I really died at that time, I don't think I would have any regrets."

"This is why Mrs. Wen wanted to keep this video." The host said, "Did you watch this video together later?"

"Seen."

"What was Mrs. Wen's reaction?"

"She's so beautiful, and she asked me the same question you asked."

"which one?"

“What if the house collapses and I die inside?”

"So how did you answer her then?"

"I say..." Wen Rong moved his fingers, which looked like a gesture of flicking cigarette ash. There was a hint of anxiety in his calm tone, but his face was completely hidden in the dark shadows. "I only hope that we can die in the same year and month, and sleep in the same bed after death, without any regrets."

His face, completely hidden in the shadows, passed by the moved host, the photographer who held his breath, and was completely captured by another pair of eyes in the shadows.

Ye Kong stared at him without blinking, like an owl, a ghost, and a camera.

When he finally noticed the gaze and turned his head away, Ye Kong covered her mouth. When she leaned back, a faint light flashed through her surprised and moved eyes. Then she stared at Wen Rong, but her body leaned towards Wen Can, and whispered: "Can you love me as much as your father loves your mother?"

Her mind was so focused at the moment that she didn't notice that Wen Can suddenly became as stiff as a rock.

Wen Rong, who heard her words, smiled and shook his head sadly: "You can have such love, but don't repeat our story. His mother and I hope you can live happily, safely and healthily until old age."

Ye Kong pursed his lips.

The host used a joke to dispel the heavy atmosphere at the moment: "Wen Can has created a medical miracle for you. It's obvious that he has inherited Mr. Wen's romantic genes."

Wen Rong glanced at Wen Can and nodded: "That's true."

Later, Ye Kong also joined the conversation between the two. She seemed to be completely convinced by their love story. She kept asking questions and getting answers. She became more and more interested. She watched the video with a focused look, and looked at Wen Rong with admiration.

There was constant talking in the projection room.

Lights and shadows flickered and changed on the screen.

Among those who were talking enthusiastically, only Wen Can was silent like a reef in a rapids.

He stared straight at the curtain. The sound in his ears was like a cold wind passing by, leaving no trace, but piercing into his bones and lungs, bringing with it waves of sharp chills that became more and more intense, like the pricks of needles.

When I came out of the screening room, today's interview had already reached the second half.

After briefly visiting two more places, we finally entered the final special conversation session.

There are no other objects or sights to distract your attention.

Back in the tea room, the camera is set up, the host is ready, and the tea is boiling again.

Ye Kong pushed Wen Can, who was about to sit down silently, aside.

Opposite Wen Rong, who was picking up tea leaves, the girl straightened her clothes and slowly sat down.