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The crowd was amused and burst out laughing.

Since there is one more Deng Ling, the atmosphere in the house has become more and more active.

At dusk, the sky gradually darkened.

"I'm going out for a walk.

Zifeng got up and walked out.

She has a quiet personality and wants to be alone after being lively for a long time.

Away from the laughter in the house, Zifeng came to the beach step by step.

The sand beneath your feet is soft and gilded.

When the tide goes out, conch shells can be found everywhere, and occasionally crabs and the like emerge from the sand.

"It's beautiful. Wandering

in the sea breeze, Sister Zifeng lowered her head from time to time to pick up shells, and walked farther and farther.

Suddenly.

She looked not far away.

Luo Xiu stood alone in front of a mysterious stone house and opened the door with a key.

Her eyes widened, this was a house they hadn't seen before!

Zifeng quickened his pace and quickly ran in front of Huang Lei and the others.

"Old man.... It's a new room again!" The

others quickly got up.

"Where, I'm going to see.

Sister Zifeng waved excitedly, "Follow me!"

Deng Ling, who had already integrated into the group, followed behind everyone.

"Haven't you seen that room?" asked

Deng Ling after seeing the stone house.

"I've seen it before, but the door is locked, so it's hard to ask the old man to open it.

Huang Lei replied.

They gathered around the stone hut and waited for the old man to come out.

After a short time, the old man came out, still holding a broom and dustpan in his hands.

It looks like it's cleaning.

"Old man, that, can we go in and have a look?"

Deng Ling stepped forward and asked cheekily.

She likes the old man very much, so she calls herself a fan of the old man.

"We wanted to go in and have a look, too.

Peng Peng said cautiously.

Seeing that everyone was curious, Luo Xiu bowed slightly.

"It's just a room, let's go inside. The

crowd poured into the house in excitement.

The people of the program team quickly followed, and a number of camera instruments were ready to be in place.

The space in the house is relatively spacious, but there are not many furnishings.

Quite deserted.

"Old man, whose room was this before?" Huang

Lei said cautiously.

He had said something wrong before, and he had to be careful now.

"My third son. The

old man said calmly.

"He hasn't lived here, it's just a memorial house. "

No one is stupid enough to ask the third son where he is.

They all knew that the old man's own sons had all died.

Even the descendants are the only ones left with Luo Buregret.

The crowd looked around.

The most conspicuous is the table near the wall.

Check it out before and after.

A set of charred black clothes is stacked on the table, neatly and neatly.

Judging by this charred blackness, it is evident that it has been burned by fire.

You can still see the original yellow color in some parts.

This appears to be a set of firefighting protective clothing.

On the front wall, there are many photos.

That adds up to more than two hundred.

In the photo, a handsome man who looks like Luo Xiu is smiling cheerfully.

I can see that I am very happy.

Beside him was a group of people who kept the same smiles.

There are men and women, old and young.

They were dressed disheveled, and they looked at Luo Xiu's third son with great gratitude in their eyes.

And in the very center of the photo wall.

It is a photo of the third son and the old man.

Both of them had serious faces, and there was no smile on their faces.

But if you look closely, you can see that the young man's eyebrows are raised, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned.

It seems to be a bit proud.

"Old man, he used to be.... Firefighters?" asked

Mr. He, who was well-informed and had some confidence in his heart.

The protective suit was obviously for the fire protection system.

In the background of some photographs, black smoke can also be seen in the sky.

The most important thing is the people next to the men.

It is estimated that he was a refugee rescued by his own hands, so he was disheveled and grateful.

"Not bad. The

old man nodded, and swept up with a broom.

"Firefighter ......"

Deng Ling stepped forward, looked at the charred black protective suit, and gasped.

Could it be that it was his former equipment

? How big of a fire did it take to burn to this shape?

Everyone also came to the table and gasped.

The suit burned so badly.

Even if the old man carefully sorted it out, there were still many places

that were burned and curled up, and even

burned through directly! This means that the fire directly invaded the inside of the protective suit!

" No, it seems that it was not burned through, but the ...... that was smashed by a high-speed object"

Huang Lei shook his head and said.

Looking at this set of protective clothing, everyone couldn't help but be frightened.

The protective suit has become like this, and its owner

, how miserable will it be?

They have all been exposed to flames, and they understand the feeling of heartache.

"I was burned by the fire in the kitchen before, and I cried in pain on the spot...... "

Teacher Huang said in a deep voice.

"The owner of this protective suit, I don't know how much fire it has endured, what kind of pain it will be. The

crowd was silent.

Just thinking about it, they all twitch nervously.

"Firefighters are heroes.

Teacher He couldn't help sighing, and looked at the old man with slightly red eyes.

"Old man, I haven't seen any other photos of you, you really look like him. The

old man lifted the dustpan with his left hand and swept a little dust into it with a broom.

He looked at the photo, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I don't like to take pictures. "

He had to pull me along, and I couldn't beat him, so I had to take a picture with him.

Teacher He suddenly realized and couldn't help but smile.

He suddenly understood why the man in the photo was quite proud.

The

old man felt like a stern

father, but for some reason, there was a kind of warmth between their father and son.

Looking at the photo in the very center, everyone suddenly felt something, and the corners of their mouths curled slightly.

"Uncle saved a lot of people before he died!" Sister

Zifeng counted the photos and said in amazement.

"When these people looked at him, their eyes were full of gratitude!!".