Lucky Cub Cub and his brother are in the control group

The photographer brother got up and walked to Lu Zhaoxi, and asked in a low voice, "When will he be discharged from the hospital?"

After Lu Zhaoxi calmed down, he became less hostile towards him.

The tone is still cold: "The doctor said to observe for one night today. If there is nothing wrong, we can shoot normally tomorrow."

"That's good." The cameraman nodded with relief, "Then I'll go out and call the director back."

He turned around and was about to leave, but Lu Zhaoxi suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."

The photographer brother stopped in his tracks and turned around with a puzzled look on his face.

Lu Zhaoxi hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "Today, I'm sorry, I was too anxious."

After hearing from Sang Wanzhou about the former occupation of the big brother photographer and the things he had experienced, he realized that it was actually him who suffered the most mentally.

I blamed him indiscriminately.

The photographer was slightly taken aback, shook his head and said, "No, it's true that I didn't take good care of them. If I had insisted on following them, nothing would have happened."

Lu Zhaoxi didn't say anything more.

It's enough for the two of them to talk.

Who is right and who is wrong is really not that important.

In the afternoon, with Xiao Fubao accompanying Lu Zhiyang, Lu Zhiyang would not be so boring.

By the evening, several people were going to go back.

"Are you going back?" Lu Zhiyang grabbed Xiao Fubao's clothes, with some reluctance on his face.

Little Fubao nodded: "That's right! Fubao is going back with his brother! Brother Little Sheep, see you tomorrow!"

Only then did Lu Zhiyang slowly let go of his hand, nodded, and said sullenly, "See you tomorrow."

Xiao Fubao followed Sang Wanzhou and brother photographer out of the hospital, and the car that came to pick them up had already stopped at the door.

After getting in the car, Sang Wanzhou fastened the seat belt for her.

"Relax now?"

Xiao Fubao nodded: "Yes! Brother Little Sheep seems to be very healthy!"

Sang Wanzhou smiled without saying a word.

Fortunately, this time it was just overly frightened, and nothing happened.

But being frightened can have dangerous consequences for a patient with congenital heart disease.

After this time, the program team and the people in the village should be more careful.

By the time we got back to the village, it was already completely dark.

Because they asked for leave this afternoon, the program team did not bring them meals.

Fortunately, there are still dumplings given by the grandmother to eat.

Sang Wanzhou dragged the frozen dumplings out from under the table, and shouted outside: "How many dumplings do you want?"

Little Fubao ran to the door of the kitchen with a milk stick in his mouth and poked his head to look inside.

She tilted her head and thought for a while: "Seven!"

Sang Wanzhou raised his eyebrows and glanced back at her: "There is so little, are you full?"

After hearing what he said, Xiao Fubao thought about it seriously again: "Then... 8!"

Sang Wanzhou laughed.

Is there any difference between 7 and 8?

In the end, he cooked 10 dumplings for her.

Sang Wanzhou quickly cooked the dumplings.

Sitting under the tree at the door, one big and one small with bowls in their hands, blowing the cool evening breeze, looking at the tall and short hills hidden in the clouds and mist in the distance, watching the bright lights of Wanjia, my heart rises inexplicably A sense of belonging.

Xiao Fubao blew on the steaming dumplings with his small mouth, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" his eyes lit up instantly: "delicious!"

The corner of Sang Wanzhou's mouth curled into an extremely imperceptible arc.

Quietly enjoy the beauty of the moment.