I accepted this police [Qiangqiang]

A short, wrinkled old man appeared at the door, leaning on a brown, worn-out crutch, walking towards several people step by step.Bu Anqi hurried forward to help him, Cheng Xinyuan took out a large white cloth from his schoolbag, and directed Zhao Xunyue and Ma Quanquan: "You two, hang the cloth on the pole over there."

After explaining, Cheng Xinyuan walked up to Bu Anqi and the old man: "Master, I am the captain of the border squadron in Linchen County. Your ID card has expired. Let us take a photo of your ID card."

Bu Anqi translated these contents to the old man, but the old man didn't know if he understood, but he just smiled politely anyway.Because his face is full of wrinkles, as if the wrinkles have pulled his mouth apart and cannot be restored to its natural form.

"Come on, sir, sit here."

Cheng Xinyuan and Bu Anqi helped him to a chair, and the old man sat down, but still held a cane in his hand.After hanging the white background, Zhao Xunyue wanted to take his crutch away, but just as his hand touched the crutch, the old man suddenly changed his face, suddenly grabbed the crutch firmly, and pressed his face against it.

"what happened?"

Cheng Xinyuan was standing a little far away with his camera, and Bu Anqi hurried forward and said, "Don't touch him. This crutch was given by the grandfather's son before his death. His wife died early, and only one son. He went to work in Sichuan in his early years. Wenchuan Died during the earthquake... Grandpa never leaves his walking stick."

When these words came out, the people present were both surprised and silent.Zhao Xunyue and Ma Quanquan are not very old. They were still real kids when the Wenchuan earthquake happened. They used to watch the news on TV and see the death figures in the newspapers. The earthquake disaster was a long-distance thing for them. Sad things.They have never had any contact with the real victim. The old man had to go through so much pain in the past to live strong and lonely until now. The smile on his face and the wrinkles around him are actually wounds.

Zhao Xunyue stood there dumbfounded, Cheng Xinyuan walked over to touch him, then bent down and said to the old man: "Master, can you put the crutch horizontally on your lap. This way..."

He patted his leg, and Bu Anqi hurriedly translated, but the old man looked at Zhao Xunyue with distrust.

Cheng Xinyuan had just touched him just now, and asked him to stand far away. Seeing that Zhao Xunyue didn't react, he could only urge: "Why are you still standing, stay away."

Zhao Xunyue obeyed the order obediently, and walked back together with Ma Quanquan.Seeing them walking away, the old man gradually let go of his guard. Both Cheng Xinyuan and Bu Anqi tried to persuade him. Finally, the old man returned to his normal expression, put the crutch on his lap, held it with one hand, and straightened up slightly.

Cheng Xinyuan took a few steps back with the camera in his hand and said, "Okay, very good sir, just keep this posture and wait for a while."

The old man slowly showed a smile again, he was completely different from when he was nervous about crutches just now, Zhao Xunyue looked at him with mixed feelings.While filming, Cheng Xinyuan praised the old man for being in good spirits, looking good, and sure to live a long life. Bu Anqi didn't translate so many "nonsense", but these words changed in Zhao Xunyue's ears.

He found that Cheng Xinyuan's reaction ability was really superior to his own.When Zhao Xunyue encounters other people's sorrows, such as Cui Zhi's life experience, Zhao Xunyue has the same experience and can empathize with him.But when he encounters the pain of others that he has never experienced, he will be overwhelmed and overwhelmed with grief.He doesn't have enough human experience, and he doesn't have a strong heart to support him to see all the suffering in the world, so he can't be as alert and insightful as Cheng Xinyuan.Cheng Xinyuan's praise and flattery seemed more like a kind of appeasement, a kind of consolation, just like what he said last night, the purpose of bringing these young people to the countryside was not to make them "sorry about the hardships of the people's lives", but to Let them learn to understand the world and benefit the world.

After Cheng Xinyuan finished taking the photos, he went up to exchange a few words with the old man, Zhao Xunyue and Ma Quanquan collected the large white cloth in the background, and waited for the supplies for poverty alleviation to be delivered to the old man's house before the group boarded the car and set off for the next house .

Bu Anqi was driving the car, and Cheng Xinyuan asked him, "Brother Bu, what did the uncle's son go to Sichuan for?"

"I heard it too. It seems that they are workers on the construction site. They are building a school for Sichuan, in Wenchuan."

"Building a school for students..."

Cheng Xinyuan repeated it silently, and Ma Quanquan who was sitting behind suddenly said, "Building a school is building hope."

Cheng Xinyuan turned his head and glanced at him. He found that Ma Quanquan was very concerned about going to school, the college entrance examination, and school.But he is right, why are the schools donated by love called "Hope Primary Schools", because all the children are educated there, and children are the hope of the future.

The group of people in the car was surprisingly quiet, as if they were immersed in the atmosphere just now and hadn't recovered their senses.When he arrived at the next family, Bu Anqi parked his car and came down first. This family was also a very old man. His son and daughter-in-law all went to work in the city, leaving behind the old man and a six-year-old grandson.

Cheng Xinyuan and his party took photos of the old man as usual, and when they put away their things and were about to leave, the old man suddenly pulled his grandson towards them and talked to Bu Anqi. After Bu Anqi understood it, he translated it to Cheng Xinyuan.

Cheng Xinyuan smiled: "No problem, my skills are finally coming in handy."

He happily took out the shaving tools, including hair clippers, combs, clippers, and a large piece of cloth cut into a semicircle in the middle to cover the haircutter.

But the little grandson didn't want to cut his hair. He yelled "I don't" and dragged his grandfather desperately. Not only did he not cut his hair, but he also pulled him away.Cheng Xinyuan took the comb and clipper and pretended to be kind and asked: "What's the matter, kid, are you afraid that I can't cut it well?"

The little grandson was very stubborn. He was in elementary school and could speak a few Mandarin, so he made faces at Xin Yuan and shouted, "No, no, no, no!"

His grandfather was in a hurry and spoke the local dialect for a long time, but Cheng Xinyuan didn't fully understand, only understood a few words, such as "cut" and "obedient".

The little grandson just didn't cut it, and finally started shaking his arms in anxiety, almost crying.It seems that every child doesn't like to cut their hair when they are young. After cutting, they can get used to the new hairstyle in a few days, but before cutting, it is like suffering. They must forcibly keep the few hairs that are useless to them.

Bu Anqi comforted the child in the local dialect. Cheng Xinyuan glanced at Zhao Xunyue and Ma Quanquan next to him, and suddenly thought of a solution.

"Hey, come here!"

He yelled at those two people without specifying who to call. Ma Quanquan pointed at himself with a look of surprise, but Zhao Xunyue ignored him at all. not too high.

Okay, you're having a temper tantrum, right?Cheng Xinyuan has always been like this, the more people show embarrassment to him, the more he wants to settle this person, so he simply called: "Zhao Xunyue, come here."

Ma Quanquan was quite surprised, turned to look at his little friend, Zhao Xunyue looked puzzled: "...what are you doing?"

"Come here as soon as I tell you, hurry up."

Zhao Xunyue didn't realize anything at the moment, and when he walked over, Cheng Xinyuan stared at his head maliciously and said, "Your haircut is very energetic, but it's not well cut..."

Zhao Xunyue guessed what he wanted to do, so he directly said to him: "I have a short cut, and I shaved it according to the shape of my brain. Can you still see the hairstyle?"

"Hehe, it's not good to say you don't shave well, sit down."

Cheng Xinyuan shook the piece of cloth that was draped over his front body during the haircut, but Zhao Xunyue of course refused, since he has a short cut, won't he become bald if he shaves it off?Even in a "wilderness" place like Linchen County, where he didn't know many people, he didn't want to go back to the city with a monk's head on his head after the internship.

But Zhao Xunyue didn't say the word "I don't", and the little grandson behind him cried loudly, his crying was heart-piercing, and his liver and gallbladder were torn.Children are often like this, feel that the sky is about to collapse for a little thing, but they don't know that the real sadness is wanting to cry without tears.

The little grandson was crying too loudly, Ma Quanquan covered his ears with his hands, Zhao Xunyue didn't expect him to cry so sadly, seeing the child's snot and tears streaming out, he was finally moved with compassion, and obediently sat down in front of Cheng Xinyuan chair.

That's right, brat, be obedient.Cheng Xinyuan laughed in his heart, threw the big cloth on Zhao Xunyue, and put a small clip on the back of his neck.

"Hey, hey, look, look kid, I'm going to make you handsome now!"

Cheng Xinyuan exaggeratedly called that child, Zhao Xunyue immediately reminded him: "Don't shave me..."

He wanted to say "Don't shave me bald", but before he could say anything, he heard the buzzing of the faders behind his head, and he stopped his neck and dared not move, he was afraid that he would move his head casually or say something Something, Cheng Xinyuan shaved him bald in a fit of revenge.

Zhao Xunyue felt that Cheng Xinyuan was really like the captain of the police squadron who could do such a thing.