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Three cars parked in the open space outside the garbage transfer station one after another.Song Xinci sat in the GLA borrowed from Uncle Li and helped Xia Yao coil up her hair and straighten the tweezers on Xia Yao's collar.Xia Yao is wearing a pair of gray pencil pants and a white linen T-shirt today, elegant and intellectual.Song Xinci is simpler, a pair of ripped jeans and a white T-shirt, with a loose ball head, simple and energetic.Because the show was recorded outdoors, following the perspective of the protagonist in the story, considering the need to be more down-to-earth, I didn't wear formal clothes.

Song Xinci got out of the car first, looked at the surrounding colleagues and said: "Although we are producing at a small cost, we want to use limited resources to produce the best program. Do you have confidence?"

The surrounding colleagues said in unison: "Yes."

Xia Yao heard this movement, let out a long breath in the car, and got out of the car.Xia Yao University majored in Chinese language and literature. He joined a photography club in college, but he was not a professional director. He didn't know how to make a program similar to a documentary except for a host.At the beginning of the production of the program, there were differences with Song Xinci.Xia Yao felt that a professional director should be hired to control the rhythm, so that the program would not be chaotic and without a central idea. After filming, it would be like writing a diary, only turning the text into a video with sound and pictures.Song Xinci refused, she thought that a professional director should not be allowed to set the rhythm, and the final appearance of the show should not be presented according to the director's own ideas, because this is not her original idea of ​​planning this column, although it cannot be expressed well, She probably wants to make a show that has no trace of performance, just a quiet recorder. She doesn't want to tell the audience any truth through the show, and she doesn't want to tell the protagonist in the story from a pity point of view. She doesn't believe that others can Expressing her meaning, she only believed in Xia Yao, so Xia Yao also acted as a director, even though she had never done it before.

Xia Yao frowned slightly, feeling a little stressed.

Song Xinci walked to Xia Yao's side and waved to Zhang Chao. Zhang Chao took two steps forward and said, "What's the matter, team leader?"

Originally everyone called Song Xinci Song Zong, but Song Xinci felt that this title was not pleasant, so he named himself the team leader.

Song Xinci patted Zhang Chao on the shoulder and said: "Brother Chao, Sister Yao is not a professional director, she can't direct the shooting of professional things, she can only tell you her thoughts, you are the deputy team leader, Can you show it as much as possible?"

Zhang Chao nodded, and said to Xia Yao who was next to him: "Director, just tell me what you want to express. I will supervise their filming and shoot as much emotional material as possible."

Xia Yao felt bad all over when she heard the word director.

Song Xinci nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Chao shook his head: "It's not hard, then I'll check their equipment." After speaking, he left.

Xia Yao looked at Zhang Chao who was walking away, turned to Song Xinci and said, "Xinci, you are a layman and have never been in this industry, so you may not understand it well. If you do this, you are acting like you want."

Song Xinci raised his hand to smooth Xia Yao's frowning brows, and said, "They didn't say anything about me."

Xia Yao was helpless: "That's because you are a shareholder."

Song Xinci smiled: "I believe in you."

Xia Yao shook her head: "You are blindly believing, you are not afraid of being messed up by me."

Song Xinci saw that Xia Yao was really stressed, walked behind Xia Yao, squeezed Xia Yao's shoulder, and said: "Sister Yao, you are a little confident, the whole team listens to you, you just follow your own Just come up with the idea, it doesn’t matter if you screw it up, just practice it, as you said, at worst, make an audio diary, no one will read it, I will watch it.”

Xia Yao smiled wryly: "What are you trying to figure out?"

Song Xinci stopped what he was doing, stood behind Xia Yao, and said in a sincere tone: "Sister Yao, you have always been the best in my mind. The manuscript you submitted in high school was published in a national best-selling magazine, and your essay appeared On the test paper, I took reading comprehension questions, and your grades are so good. I don’t know why you stayed here. I always think that you should have a brighter life, instead of being an unknown reporter in a loss-making newspaper. Of course, I'm not saying that journalists are bad, I just think that with your talent, it shouldn't just be like this, you can obviously become a very dazzling type of person."

Xia Yao couldn't help laughing when she heard Song Xinci's words: "Don't you like Li Bai, the master of heaven and earth, the reverse journey of all things, the man of time and time, the passer-by of a hundred generations, and life is like a dream, how much for joy, What is the difference between the so-called vigorous and the so-called mediocre."

Song Xinci patted Xia Yao on the shoulder, with a tone of trickery: "It is your attitude that can express the effect I want."

Xia Yao: "..." They are all routines.

Xia Yao shook her head, forget it, since the matter is like this, escaping is not the way, why not take it down and do it well.Xia Yao cheered herself up, and shouted over there: "Brother Qian, use the drone to take a bird's-eye view of this garbage transfer station, all the way to where Aunt Zhou lives."

Seeing Xia Yao getting serious, Song Xinci said to several colleagues with great enthusiasm: "Let's go, let's go, Brother Chao, you discovered Aunt Zhou, and you led the way."

Xia Yao turned her head to Song Xinci again and said, "I can only rely on my feeling."

Song Xinci replied: "I believe in your soul."

A group of people came to an abandoned park not far from the garbage transfer station.The park is overgrown with wild grass, and there is a narrow dirt road in the middle, and there are several semi-finished flower beds around it, which have been cracked.Xia Yao clicked a few angles and asked one of the photographers to take pictures, while the other photographers were free to play.

Xia Yao walked in the front, and when she reached the end of the dirt road, Aunt Zhou was already standing there waiting.

Song Xinci said back: "Brother Chao, you supervise the filming, and the sound engineer will follow."

Zhou Cuiping has gray hair and is half wrapped in a gauze scarf. The surface is full of dirt. You can see that it is originally blue when you look closely. There was a hole revealing long black toenails, one had no heel, a dark face, withered skin, two deeply sunken eye sockets, a little scared look in his eyes, and a bad smell from his body that hadn't been bathed for a long time.

Xia Yao has read the information sent by Zhang Chao. Aunt Zhou is a homeless person who came to Yangchuan City from other places and stayed in Yangchuan City for ten years. Apart from these and her name, she doesn't know anything else.Brother Chao in the group noticed it on the side of the road when he was eating food stalls at night, and asked her if she would like to tell her story, and Aunt Zhou agreed.

Xia Yao stretched out her hand towards Zhou Cuiping and said, "Hello, Aunt Zhou."

Zhou Cuiping wiped her hands on her body, but did not dare to shake them.

Xia Yao didn't care, pointed to the abandoned public toilet behind Zhou Cuiping, and said, "Have you been living here all these years?"

Zhou Cuiping nodded.

"Are you ready to tell your story?"

Zhou Cuiping nodded, with tears in his eyes, covering his face, and said very depressingly: "I did something wrong, and this is all retribution."

Song Xinci took a folding horse tie from the assistant's hand and put it behind Zhou Cuiping: "Auntie, sit down and talk slowly."

The assistant propped up another mat and handed it to Xia Yao.

The two of them sat in the toilet, and the left and right sides were covered with taller grass than them.

Zhou Cuiping waited a while before saying, "My son and daughter don't recognize me, and everyone in the village hates me."

Xia Yao didn't speak, and gave Zhou Cuiping enough time to speak slowly.

"I'm ashamed. I fell in love with a man 59 years younger than me at the age of 12." Zhou Cuiping kept her head down when speaking, not daring to face the camera, and repeated: "Shame on me."

"Is this why you came to Yangchuan?" Xia Yao asked after thinking about it.

Zhou Cuiping nodded: "Everyone in the village looks down on me, and I also look down on myself."

"So, what about that person? Where is he now?"

Zhou Cuiping was a little more emotional than before: "He cheated me of all my savings and ran away. My son kicked me out of the house, and my daughter told me to die outside and never go back."

"So you haven't been back?"

"I don't have the face to go back." Zhou Cuiping said and began to cry.

"Do you want to go back and have a look?"

After a while, Zhou Cuiping nodded heavily.

"Then if there is a chance, would you go back and have a look?"

Zhou Cuiping raised her head for the first time: "Is it okay?"

Xia Yao nodded: "It mainly depends on you."

A light flashed in Zhou Cuiping's eyes, and she sighed again, and told about her life: "My husband's family married me back with a bowl of white rice. Three years later, my husband died, leaving behind a two-year-old son. With the daughter who is still in the womb, those years were hard, and I don’t know how I survived.”

"It's hard to get through the hard days, but I made a big mistake. People in the village said that I wanted to sink the pond in ancient times."

Xia Yao thought for a while and said, "Now is New China."

"So what, I'm confused, I'm disrespectful, I've lost the children's face."

Xia Yao didn't speak.

After a while Zhou Cuiping opened his mouth and said cautiously: "Can I really go back? I think my son and daughter, I don't know how they are now."

Xia Yao nodded: "As long as you want, we can help you."

"I'll just watch from a distance and don't disturb them. I don't want to go back and cause them trouble, and I'm afraid that I will die suddenly."

"Then take a look from afar." Xia Yao said.

Zhou Cuiping was a little hesitant, but also a little happy, got up and went to the toilet: "Then I will clean up."

Song Xinci sighed: "Sister Yao, what do you think?"

"The voice prostitute has a good evening life, and the fireworks are not hindered for half a lifetime. The chaste woman has lost her hair, and her life is miserable. However, we can't draw conclusions based on one-sided words."

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I struggled all night, but I changed Chapter 30, I apologize again, I shouldn't have posted the undecided plot so easily

Sorry