Serve the motherland with the Godly System

After Mo Yichen noticed Ruan Ruan's smile on the passenger seat, his body tensed up even more and he froze in the driver's seat.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Yichen said seriously.

"I'm sorry, just now, I just wanted to help you fasten your seat belt." He said this with a slight stutter.

Ruan Ruan could read the nervousness in the other person's tone. She didn't take the matter to heart, so she spoke directly.

"It's okay, I know, sir, can we set off now? We'll have to start urging you later."

After hearing what happened earlier, Mo Yichen relaxed his tense body a little.

But when he heard Ruan Ruan calling him commander, his body immediately stiffened again. He nodded mechanically and stepped on the accelerator.

The car moved forward, and villagers stood on both sides of the road. Some of them bowed, and some said thank you loudly.

The group of children also ran several meters behind the car, constantly waving and saying goodbye to Ruan Ruan.

Ruan Ruan also stretched her hand out of the car window, waved, and responded loudly: "We will see each other again!"

Such a scene of such close ties between the military and the people actually alleviated Mo Yichen's nervousness and made him feel a little emotional.

In fact, he is not just a soldier. He exists in this world because he has things to do.

His identity as a soldier made things much easier for him, but he never felt that he belonged to this country or this world.

Therefore, deep down in his heart, he is indifferent to this country, its people, and even the world.

But he had to admit that this scene did cause some ripples in his heart.

The car drove away gradually, and the two people in the front seat stopped talking. The atmosphere was a little subtle.

As a result, the people sitting in the back didn't dare to speak loudly, and their voices were so soft that even those in the front row couldn't hear them clearly.

Ruan Ruan was looking out the window leisurely, taking in the scenery.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk, it’s that she doesn’t know what to say because Mo Yichen is so shy.

She was afraid that if she said something, he would get shy and drive the car into a ditch.

But it's really too quiet. I feel a little uncomfortable, Ruan Ruan thought to herself.

Ruan Ruan thought about her experiences over the past two days and slowly closed her eyes, letting the breeze blow across her face and lift her black hair.

A melody emerged in my mind, and I had the inspiration to create.

While tapping the beat with my fingers on my legs, I was thinking about the song in my mind.

After a while, Ruan Ruan hummed softly.

"La la la la, ~ la la, la la ~" The melody is slow and long, as if telling a story.

The sound not only attracted the curious gazes of other people in the car, but also piqued the interest of the people in the live broadcast room.

"What song is this? It sounds pretty good!"

"I haven't heard of it. Has anyone heard of it?"

"The good news is that I just recognized the song by listening to it. The bad news is that I can't find it at all."

"This, this couldn't be something the young lady created herself!"

The barrage of comments started rolling again. The black fans were originally silently peeking at the screen and saw someone say that Ruan Ruan could write songs.

He immediately became excited and started to mock as if he had caught something.

"Yo yo yo~ You can also write songs~ Stop bragging!"

"What kind of knowledge can a child from an orphanage have! And you want to grab the title of a talented woman!"

"..."

Before, Ruan Ruan didn’t have many fans, and she was outnumbered and couldn’t win the debate, but now it’s different.

Fans who originally just wanted to quietly admire the beauty of the young lady came out one after another.

There was no argument or rebuttal, they just all chanted in unison, "Protect the best young lady in the world."

Ruan Ruan was already immersed in the creative atmosphere. After humming for a while, she took out her cell phone.

Humming quietly while typing.

Mo Yichen heard the voice beside him become much quieter. He glanced at it several times and saw that the action seemed to be writing lyrics.

I was a little surprised that she could compose music and write lyrics! I was actually a little proud of her.

I don’t know how long it took, Ruan Ruan stopped typing, took a deep breath, and finished!

Then he began to sing softly to himself.

"Youth comes without sun."

"The moss flowers are as small as rice grains, yet they bloom like peonies."

"If it weren't for that tear."

"Maybe I'm still that ignorant kid."

"Streams become seas, dreams become mountains."

"When the wind blows, the flowers will naturally bloom."

“Dreams are signposts that light up for you.”

"All darkness paves the way for dawn~"

"..."

[Zhou Zhou has something to say: The name of this song is "Moss" and it's very nice to listen to. I highly recommend it! ]

The voice was clear, melodious, and powerful, attracting the attention of everyone in the car.

Mo Yichen, who was driving, couldn't help but look at Ruan Ruan several times.

Because the intercom in the car was always on, Ruan Ruan's singing could also be heard from the cars following behind.

Everyone fell silent for a moment because the lyrics were simple and the melody was catchy.

During the second performance, almost everyone could sing along with a few lines, clapping their hands to keep the beat while singing.

In the live broadcast room, Ruan Ruan was the only one singing. Gradually, more voices appeared. For a moment, I even felt a little sad.

I was a little touched. What's going on? They all started to post comments and did not forget to share the live broadcast room with their friends.

“Wow, wow, wow~ The eagle-like woman is crying at this moment!!!”

"I'm a little touched. What's going on? Woo woo woo woo!"

"This is the song that the eldest lady wrote for those children! I'm so moved!"

For a while, the live broadcast room became very popular and many people flocked in.

In fact, the central media had noticed Ruan Ruan's situation as early as yesterday, but they had not dared to take any action.

After all, you can’t believe everything said on the Internet. It is the central media and, to a certain extent, it speaks for the country.

Of course, what was said had to be investigated, so the news media personnel who were rushing to the disaster area were asked to take the opportunity to learn about the situation.

Just now, the mayor's secretary Liu confirmed Ruan Ruan's donation of supplies and volunteering.

After Secretary Liu learned the whole story, he strongly requested the media to clarify the matter for Ruan Ruan as soon as possible.

Secretary Liu said that it would have been fine if he didn't know, but now that he knows, he should clarify it for Ruan Ruan.

Ruan Ruan has done so much for H City, she can't let her disappoint the other party!

So, the central media took action and directly forwarded Ruan Ruan’s live broadcast room with a caption.

(A good role model for young people in the new era. Thank you Ms. Ruan for donating supplies to the disaster area free of charge and for what she did as a volunteer in the disaster relief front line.)

Almost the moment it was sent out, it was forwarded by the official media of H City.

As a result, the black fans who were originally jumping around completely died down.

How can I criticize this? How dare I criticize this? This is a person who is recognized by the country and praised by name.

The navy didn't dare to move anymore. After all, they were just doing business and didn't want to go against the country.

For a moment, Ruan Ruan’s live broadcast room was cleanest than ever before.