After rejecting the marriage, the head of the Qin family was crushed by me.

Chapter 138 Taking pictures
"Crack!"

Qianzhe Mian pressed the shutter the moment she squinted her eyes. The girl seemed shy and a little reserved when facing the camera.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, beautiful lady." Qianzhe Mian smiled politely, "I will send this photo to you after it is developed."

After saying that, she walked out and looked at Marshall outside the door: "Can you please show me the way? It's time for me to take pictures of the civilians here."

She deliberately raised her voice slightly so that the leader inside could hear her, and pretended to be annoyed: "Hey, look at my memory, I forgot to take my candy."

Marshall and Carlo watched dumbfounded as Qian Zhe Mian rushed in and walked out grabbing the black chocolate.

Qin Yelan looked at this scene thoughtfully, always feeling that this was something his Mo Mo could do.

Qianzhe Mian walked out, recalling the gloomy expression on the leader's face who "accidentally glimpsed" inside.

She was almost certain that the tribe she was in was not as united as she imagined. There could even be deep grudges between the common people and the chief family that ruled the tribe. In this case, disintegrating the tribe from within would Seems like the best option.

She thought carefully, ignoring the blazing gaze from Qin Yelan behind her. She only thought about it in her heart. After taking the photos, she would return to her hut and send her recent research on antidote to Yun. Cheng, relying on this research experience, called Qin Yelan back to do experiments.

Thinking like this, she followed Marshall and unknowingly walked into the yard of a civilian family.

Marshall knocked on the door, and an old voice came from inside: "Come in."

He opened the door with concern on his face: "Mother-in-law, how are you today?"

A white-haired old woman slowly walked out from inside, leaning on a cane and bending over: "Today... I'm fine..."

She spoke very slowly and turned her head to look at Qianzhe Mian with great difficulty: "This young man is..."

"I'm here to take pictures of you, mother-in-law." Marshall hurriedly stepped forward to support the old woman, "Mr. Anton, I'll leave it to you to take pictures of my mother-in-law."

"There's no rush." ​​Qian Zhemian looked around, found a chair from the edge of the yard, and placed it against the wall. "Mother-in-law, please sit down."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to help.

Marshall glanced at her gratefully and helped the old man sit down.

She set up her camera, took many photos seriously, and handed them to the old woman: "Mother-in-law, how do you like this one?"

"I'm old and can't see clearly... Marshall, please help me take a look. As long as you think it's good, it's definitely good." The old woman leaned against the wall and turned to look in the direction of the sun. " The sunshine today is really nice... I haven’t seen sunshine like this for a long time, can I watch it for a little longer today?”

Marshall was picking out the photos carefully. He raised his head when he heard the words, frowning slightly, but his tone was still gentle: "Of course it's okay, mother-in-law, I will come to cook for you on time. It doesn't matter if you look at it for a while, you can do it while you're there." Eat and watch.”

"Oh, you kid, you've always been like this..." The old woman couldn't find the adjective for a while, so she just said, "You are much better than my grandson... You ran away at a young age and couldn't see each other a few times a year. This The past few years have been even more outrageous, with no news at all..." Marshall was silent. The old woman's grandson died in a foreign country two years ago... He was afraid of irritating the old woman, so he never dared to tell her, but now, She actually sits in front of her house every day, waiting for her grandson to come home, and watching the sunset...

"Marshall, go and get me some pen and paper, and then you go and do your work... You are such a good boy..." The old woman suddenly said again, "And this... Mr. Anton... Thank you very much…”

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." Qianzhe Mian seemed to have noticed something. He was silent for a while, watching Marshall come out, and the two of them walked to the next house without saying a word along the way.

"The old lady just now, her grandson must be someone who has passed away, right?" After walking far away, Qian Zhe Miancai asked, "Your expression is a little unnatural."

"People here deal with raw materials for making drugs every day, and it is inevitable that some people will become addicted..." Marshall was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "This is also the reason why I don't agree with the leader. He is trying to make all the residents here addicted. Consolidating one's reputation and rule... This is a very useful method... But how can such an insidious method be used on one of our own people?!"

His tone was full of anger and his voice was loud, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.

"Brother, calm down..." Qianzhe Mian patted his shoulder, "Be careful, walls have ears."

"Oh, yes, the walls have ears, so be careful." Marshall covered his mouth, "Anyway, the leader is not a good person! My mother-in-law's grandson was only 20 years old when he died! Just because he was set up by the leader, he treated those damned people If you are addicted to things, you will lose your mind during the mission and lose your life in a foreign country! Mr. Anton, let me tell you the truth, I actually once liked a girl, and she seemed to like me too. But I... don't dare to marry her..."

"I'm afraid that I can't protect her, nor can I protect her children and me..." Marshall covered his eyes in pain, "It's been ten years... I'm 40 years old, she's 34 years old... We've been waiting for ten years. ...If we haven't had the chance...perhaps we will miss each other..."

"It's okay, there will be an opportunity soon." Qianzhe Mian narrowed his eyes, "You just need to prepare the betrothal gift."

"Mr. Anton? What do you mean...?" Marshall was stunned.

"It's nothing, just remember what I said." Qianzhe Mian rarely explained and just shook his head, "Let's go to the next house to take pictures."

"Ah...ok..." Marshall touched the back of his head for no apparent reason.

After walking for a short distance, the two stopped in front of a bungalow.

"Mrs. Anderson, are you home?" Marshall knocked on the door.

"Yes, yes." There was a sound of fast and clear footsteps in the room, "What's the matter, Mr. Marshall, what's the matter?"

The middle-aged woman opened the door and immediately saw Qian Zhemian: "Huh? Who is this...?"

"This is Mr. Anton from country A. He is willing to take photos of all the residents here for free." Marshall looked inside the house, "Aren't your children at home?"

"As soon as they heard that Carlo guy was handing out candies, they ran to join in the fun." Mrs. Anderson shook her head helplessly, "Please come in. If we have to wait for those two children to come back, it will probably take a while."

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