The host is red and black, and the system can only chirp

Xi Mingming continues to be busy with his career as a journalist, while Qin Jiaye and Zu Weizhen are experiencing life and death in another corner of the same city.

They met occasionally.

There is naturally a difference between being a stranger in a foreign land and having family in the same city and the same starry sky above your head.

This foreign journalist, who occasionally guest-anchors GBC TV, shares with everyone he meets: "My brother and future sister-in-law came to visit me."

They must have a very good relationship as siblings.

Every local who knows Xi Mingming has reached this consensus.

"Come on, come on, my friends, my future sister-in-law asked me to pass on this Chinese gift to you. She is a person who... likes to pay attention to gifts. The more gifts, the better."

"Chinese people really value kinship and family, which is worth learning from," they said.

Xi Mingming nodded his head in a rush, "In China, having a family gives you confidence."

The special documentary about DU guns was broadcast on the National Channel, and it not only received a great response from the Chinese media industry, but GBC TV also reported excerpts.

Xi Mingming is now somewhat famous in the local area and is especially popular in the slums.

In this country, there are, if not no, mass media willing to speak up for slum dwellers, then at least there are very few reports that are positive and full of humanistic sympathy.

Ordinary slum dwellers have never done anything wrong, yet in most news stories, the victims of exploitation are blamed and made scapegoats.

Naturally, some people in the authorities are unhappy with Xi Mingming's occasional relentless interception of visitors, but many people also like her for spreading the unique culture of the Colorful Turtle Country more widely.

The more she jumps, the safer Qin Jia Ye Zu Wei Zhen will be.

……

Xi Mingming was very surprised to be invited by Uncle Aga to attend Benny's graveside night.

She thought that after the last incident, they would no longer have any intersection.

Xi Mingming instinctively wanted to call Qin Jianye, but when she pressed the 10th digit, she suddenly stopped.

……

Cemetery Night is an important community event to commemorate death.

Unlike the Day of the Dead and the Day of Remembrance, it is not a public holiday.

It is organized by families to visit the cemetery to pay respect to their deceased relatives, decorate the grave with flowers, light candles and spices, bring food and drinks, and celebrate with the deceased at the cemetery.

Cemetery Night is not only a memorial for loved ones, but also an opportunity for community unity and communication.

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Anyone can organize it except Uncle Aga.

This requires those who are still alive to look at the departure of their loved ones calmly.

Benny was shot in the head by the police, but Mendel couldn't remain calm.

Even if he really wanted to organize Benny's graveyard night, he couldn't just send out an invitation on a whim.

Uncle Aga is different from others. He has been with Station Chief Guan for a long time and is very familiar with the daily work of foreign correspondents.

……

Xi Mingming stood up, took off his slippers and paced gently around the room.

She suddenly remembered something and went back to her desk, holding her computer in her hands. She typed on the keyboard while observing the room carefully.

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Ten minutes later, Xi Mingming called again: "Uncle Aga, I might be late. I have a few press releases on hand that I need to rush to hand over to the domestic editorial department."

"Don't say that, uncle. There's an old Chinese saying that the dead can't be resurrected. Benny would like to see you move forward and live a good life with your aunt."

"Okay, see you later."

……

The cemetery where Benny was buried was filled with flowers and people. Countless candles flickered with warm light, and the cemetery was not noisy, but peaceful.

"Uncle, do you mind if I take the chrysanthemums away? Benny doesn't like them. He likes sunflowers."

Uncle Aga was stunned for a moment, and after a moment he seemed to be talking to himself: "Benny... likes sunflowers?"

Xi Mingming looked at Benny, who was grinning brightly on the tombstone. This photo was taken by Xi Mingming.

She touched the tombstone carefully.

The boy's life was short, but clean and brilliant.

Xi Mingming's nostalgia came from the bottom of her heart. Her hand stayed on Benny's photo for a long time without moving away.

There was a deep regret in his eyes.

……

This journalist, in her own way, made Benny a permanent stain on the regime, and also immortalized him in a unique way.

Uncle Aga suddenly gestured to wave away several young men who had surrounded him unintentionally.

Xi Mingming lowered her head. No matter how worried she was about Qin Jianye and Zu Weizheng, she had to remain calm and do her best as a foreign correspondent.

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From time to time, someone brought food and drinks to Xi Mingming, and children would peek in.

Xi Mingming waved to the children and took out candies and cakes from his backpack and distributed them to them.

Slum dwellers rarely see celebrities, let alone sit and chat with them in a cemetery.

It's not that they are completely invisible.

During elections, politicians frequently visit slums and promise them various infrastructure projects. But once the election is over, the excitement fades and life in the slums goes back to normal.

"Voting is just a law that requires every citizen to cast the vote in their hand."

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An adult came over and said, "Reporter Xi, do you have slums in China?"

"Yes. But for Chinese officials, helping the local poor out of poverty is the most important political achievement. If you do a good job, you will get promoted quickly."

The other party obviously didn't believe it, "How can helping the poor be a core political achievement?"

"There is an old Chinese saying that if an official does not serve the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes. Making the people under his rule live a better life has always been the core KPI of Chinese officials."

An Asian man came over and interrupted to refute, "That's what you say, but what about the reality? Isn't China most concerned about economic figures? How are the common people doing? The upper class doesn't really care."

Xi Mingming did not insist. After a little thought, he nodded in agreement: "You are not wrong to say so."

The opponent's fist hit the cotton and he was very suffocated.

"Are you...disdainful of discussing politics with me?"

Xi Mingming shook his head and said frankly, "I failed to get a job as a civil servant after graduation, so I started out as an online entertainment reporter. In China, to get a job as a civil servant, you either have to be very talented or have a very good background."

I used to be an entertainment reporter, which is something I talked about in the past when I was chatting with Benny's family.

"I'm not a good person. I was able to become a foreign correspondent for a TV station only after I had some connections."

"As a foreign correspondent, my boss said that I achieved a little success because I was young and fearless and worked hard... My views on politics are superficial, so you don't have to worry about them."

Xi Mingming asked curiously, "You don't look like a Chinese. Do you know much about China?"