MTL - The Rebirth of the National Goddess-Chapter 67 was photographed

   Chapter 67 was photographed

   Wu Mingwang is a people's policeman.

Gu Ronghua knew for a long time that he would make such a rhetoric, and now he raised his hand to hold the hand he was holding the hair dryer, and said with a smile, "I knew earlier that you didn't believe this, but I didn't believe it at first, but they really helped I've been very busy."

  Gu Ronghua got up, put both hands on Wu Mingwang's shoulders, looked at him, and said softly, "Come on, sit down, I'll show you something, and you'll know what's going on after reading it."

   Wu Mingwang smiled helplessly, and took advantage of the situation to sit on the stool where Gu Ronghua sat before.

  Gu Ronghua took the phone from the side, swiped it twice, and found the previous recording.

   Soon, Gu Ronghua's surprised voice came from the phone. She said, "One thousand yuan? So expensive?"

   Then there was her mother-in-law's strange voice, "A Jin's gold-mouthed calculation, is it more than a thousand yuan?"

   It can be heard from the old man's voice that she really trusts Chu Jin and likes Chu Jin very much.

   Hearing this, Wu Mingwang touched his chin and said with admiration, "Yes, yes, my wife's consciousness is still very high, she knows the recording and evidence collection."

  Gu Ronghua rolled his eyes at him, "Don't talk, listen carefully."

   The phone was silent for dozens of seconds.

   Soon, a clear voice came from the mobile phone player.

  's voice is clear and light, but it is dyed with an irresistible infectious force, which is refreshing.

   Not to mention what the owner of this voice was trying to express, just listening to this voice is a very comfortable thing.

   The girl spoke slowly, and her words were very clear. The more she listened, the deeper Wu Mingwang's brows wrinkled, and the more shocked he became.

  A total of 5-6 minutes of recording.

   Wu Mingwang felt that it was a century long.

   After a recording session ended, Wu Mingwang was still immersed in that clear voice.

  In the back of my mind, it seems that some memory is gradually being evoked.

   At that time, he was just 18 years old. He had just graduated from high school and was admitted to a well-known police academy.

   During the summer vacation, his father took him to a distant relative's house in the countryside to find relatives. Who knows, after arriving there, he learned that the distant relative had moved.

  The search for relatives was fruitless. After staying in the local area for a few days, the father and son rushed home. On the afternoon of the departure day, they came across a burning house.

The fire was blazing, and the surrounding area burst into tears. The cries were mixed with the cry of a little girl, which came from the fire scene. However, no one around dared to move, and no one dared to go in to save people. The fire was really too big.

   At that time, I was full of vigor and vitality, and I rushed into the fire without thinking.

   Fortunately, the process of saving people went relatively smoothly. He just ran out of the fire with his front feet, and the house collapsed on his back.

   The little girl who was protecting her in her arms was wearing a pink dress.

   I was crying.

   Although the little girl's face was smoky black, her eyes that were as agile as a deer were hard to ignore.

   In a trance, I seemed to see the little girl in the pink dress again, until the pair of watery eyes in my memory overlapped with the person in front of me.

  Wu Mingwang's eyes lit up, looked at Gu Ronghua and asked, "Wife, did your family live in 'Daba Village' before? You were taking a nap at home on the day of the fire, wearing a pink dress?"

  Wu Mingwang stood up from the stool excitedly, and gestured, "You used to be so tall, so thin, with two ponytails, and you were a crybaby..."

   Dam Village? Pink dress? crybaby? The amount of information was a bit large, which made Gu Ronghua unable to react.

   "Mingwang, how did you know this?" Gu Ronghua also got up from the bed excitedly.

   Before the age of nine, their family did live in Daba Village, but they moved after the fire. She never mentioned this to Wu Mingwang.

   She was indeed wearing a pink dress on the day of the fire.

   It stands to reason that after so long, she can't remember so clearly.

Coincidentally, it was her 9th birthday that day. It was the first birthday present in her life, and it was also the first dress in her life. When she was wearing a dress, she couldn't wait to put it on.

  Unfortunately, this dress was burned by the fire in the end, and she cried for a long time because of this.

  So, very impressive.

   Suddenly, Gu Ronghua's ear rang the sentence, "...the name of the noble you are looking for should have the word 'Ming' in it."

The tone of    is light, but it hits the depths of his mind.

   She did not expect that the savior she had been looking for for so many years turned out to be the one who had slept in the same bed for so many years.

   The deceased meet each other but do not know each other.

  Fortunately, fate did not let the two of them miss it.

  It's no wonder that the twenty-one-year-old would fall in love with the twenty-nine-year-old him at first sight.

  …

   "You were the big brother back then?"

   "You were the crybaby back then?"

   The husband and wife were almost in unison, and both saw the shock and the joy of reunion in each other's eyes.

  The next second, the two hugged each other tightly, Gu Ronghua's eyes flashed with tears of excitement, and she choked, "Mingwang, it's you, it's you... I've been looking for you for a long time..."

  Wu Mingwang patted Gu Ronghua's back lightly, and whispered comfortably, "My dear, let's stop crying..."

   He didn't expect that the crybaby back then would eventually become the person he loved deeply.

  All dreams are like romance idol dramas.

"Mingwang," Gu Ronghua raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her, crying while saying, "It's great, I finally found you, I finally found you, you know? I've been looking for you for a long, long time... Over the years, I have I always feel uneasy, I just want to find you and say thank you personally, where have you been after the fire? Why don't they know you?"

"Fool, don't cry anymore," Wu Mingwang wiped away the tears from Gu Ronghua's eyes, "After the fire, I took the train with my dad back to the capital, I went to Daba Village to find relatives, who would have thought they would have moved out long ago Come on, darling, don't cry, it's not good for the baby."

  Gu Ronghua took a deep breath, "Thanks to A Jin, thanks to her, let's go to thank her in person tomorrow, okay?"

   Wu Mingwang nodded, "Okay, I'll ask for leave tomorrow to go with you."

   It can be said that now Wu Mingwang is really not wary of this A Jin who has never met.

   even had a hint of curiosity.

   He was curious, what kind of talent is worthy of such an exquisite heart.

   There is still so much admiration.

   Listening to the other party's voice should be young, right?

  **

  Wan Townhouse.

  Chu Jin is sitting in front of the computer updating "Blossoming Flowers".

   She looked at this work, and the corner of her mouth raised a faint arc.

   It has only been ten days since I posted. Not only that, the reading volume has reached ten digits, and the collection has also changed from 0 to 1700+.

   The number of comments has also changed from 0 to 800+.

One of them is very eye-catching, "I just broke up with my boyfriend who had been in love for 3 years yesterday. After reading the text of the old sister, I found that the lovelorn is not so terrible. The text of the old sister is very healing and infectious. The words of the old friend can not only calm my heart, but also make people feel very emotional. I believe that the old sister must be a person with a story, just like the words written by the old sister: looking at the mountains is still mountains, and looking at the water is still water It seems that it remains the same, but in fact, it has changed the world, the mountain is no longer the mountain, and the water is not the water."

  'The Return of the Dead' is her pseudonym.

  Chu Jin looked at the comments of the readers.

  Brows and eyes are curved, and the light-white fingertips are constantly jumping on the black keyboard.

   She is replying to the comments of the readers one by one.

  **

   The next morning, just as it was dawn, Chu Jin woke up, tossing and turning in bed and couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and went out for a run.

  Chu Jin ran a dozen laps around a boulevard next to the Zhao family villa.

   At this time, the sky was already bright, and the sun slowly rose from the east, bringing a large golden light.

   There were also a few more morning runners on the originally quiet boulevard.

  Chu Jin stopped, looked up at the slowly rising sun, and felt that life was so wonderful for the first time.

After watching for a while, maybe she felt that the sun was too dazzling. She stretched out her fair and slender left hand to cover her forehead, and felt the fine sunlight shining through her fingers and shining on her eyes. She felt inexplicably in a good mood, and the corners of her mouth also She evoked a bright smile, and the golden sunlight evenly sprinkled on her body, forming a faint golden halo, pure and beautiful.

   This scene happened to fall into the eyes of a morning runner who loves photography.

  From his point of view, this girl subtly merged with Chaoyang, although only a vague profile of her face can be seen, but this picture is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

   even made some people dare not breathe loudly, lest they ruin such a beautiful picture.

   He quickly picked up the camera hanging on his chest and pressed the shutter...

   At this moment, the breeze picked up and brought up a large piece of blue silk on her chest, making the whole picture even more hazy and beautiful.

   (end of this chapter)