Seeing their silence, Song Siyuan continued to explain the reason for her departure: "I couldn't see these things before, and their misery kept impacting my mind, which made me shaken about my career. I came back because I wanted to work in the journalism world. I want to do something big, I don’t want to publish superficial articles, and I have always regarded myself as a media mouthpiece.”
Speaking of this, she only found it ridiculous now: "Now it seems that this mouthpiece is just a magpie with its neck stuck, and what it writes is public opinion that the government wants to reveal to the public. It's okay not to do this kind of newspaper work! "
Afterwards, Song Siyuan looked at the surrounding mountain plank roads, and her eyes gradually showed an open-minded mood: "If you think about it carefully, the territory of the Republic of China is so large, and each province has its own affairs. The south and the north are now in a state of conflict. If you have to win or lose, you probably don't have the ability to take care of both. People's livelihood, instead of wasting oneself, it is better to go to the West and see. New York City in North America is already a modern metropolis. Maybe that is the place where I can pursue my dream."
Regarding this, Song Siyuan seemed to have been brewing in her heart for a long time, and she had already made up her mind as soon as she said it: "After that, I plan to switch to a humanistic photographer, display all the images I took of the people of the Republic of China, and use my camera to record them Times are changing.”
"Do the houses that Westerners live in also have kangs? Do their yards also have tile-roofed houses?"
Yue Erpao was obviously very curious about the unknown life, but his imagination was so poor that he could not even imagine the life that Westerners lived.
Song Siyuan was amused by Yue Erpao's words: "These Westerners don't live in tile-roofed houses. They usually live in apartment buildings, especially in New City. The skyscrapers are almost in the clouds. I will take you to have fun when I have time." Son, you will understand what the situation is."
"Okay~ Brother, don't just listen to what you heard. Sister Siyuan is asking you if you want to go?"
Yue Erpao saw that his brother had stopped talking like a dumb firecracker, so he quickly joked a few words.
"Yue Erpao, I haven't beaten you in the past few days. You're itchy again, aren't you?"
Yue Guanchao's intention to avoid it was already obvious. With so many people watching, Yue Erpao didn't let off his energy, and said again: "What's the use of just beating me up? What do you think?"
When Song Siyuan mentioned going to the West at this time, her meaning was obvious. Seeing that Yue Guanchao didn't answer, he couldn't help but asked: "Yes, Yue Guanchao, after these things are resolved, do you have any other ideas?"
When she said this, she observed the reaction of the vulgar and reckless man. Yue Guanchao couldn't hide, so he had to sneer a few times and turn around: "If I can really escape this time, I really have a plan. I just have the spare money in my hand." I will buy a few hundred acres of land nearby and build a few houses for my second uncle to take care of him in his old age. I will marry a wife who can have children and have two children in three years. My wife and children will be hot on the bed. This situation is beautiful to think about. .”
"Hey, Song Qianjin, since you are going back to the West, I want to wish you a safe journey in advance. When you get to the West, I will also send some postcards to our brothers, so that we can have a look at the life of the Westerners."
As soon as these words came out, Song Siyuan's expectant eyes immediately dimmed. She didn't know whether Yue Guanchao really wanted to do this or was just pretending to be stupid. She hated the elm head and crossed her arms angrily.
"Brother, if you really want to have two children in three years, I will marry the pretty widow in the village so that we can have a good family."
Before Yue Erpao finished speaking, Yue Guanchao had already cast a murderous look: "Don't be so careless."
"parking!"
Who dared to stop talking about Song Siyuan's angry words? Yue Guanchao quickly tightened the reins. She got out of the car angrily and got into the carriage driven by Tang Dayang.
"You've made someone angry, let's see if you still dare to act so careless."
After Yue Erpao said these words, he beat the person involved and hurriedly hid in the carriage.
Along the way, Song Siyuan only took pictures of the surrounding mountains and waters, without looking at Yue Guanchao. She was obviously really angry.
Yue Guanchao was a reckless man, but he was not a fool. How could he not understand what Song Siyuan meant? It was just that the gap between the two of them was huge. He was a mountain hunter who was as low as dust, but Song Siyuan was the emperor's darling daughter in Fengtian City. .
If it weren't for the Wu Coffin Town incident, their lives would have had nothing to do with each other. The past few months have indeed affected Song Siyuan's view of the world.
On the other hand, it also brought Yue Guanchao into contact with the upper-class dignitaries who used to look up to him. In the process, he gained a deeper understanding of world technology, power operations, and human connections. In the previous world where superiority and inferiority were clearly distinguished, , he didn’t even dare to think about such an adventure!
To put it bluntly, a person like him is a maniac in troubled times who mistakenly jumped onto the dining table of the powerful and made friends with the white swan. When everything is over, nothing will change. The white swan is still white. Swan, Leprechaun is still Leprechaun.
He will still return to the old well with dry water in the village and continue to be the frog at the bottom of the well who sits in the well and looks at the sky. The only thing left to him in this world is the dream of grotesque yellow rice on the dining table of the powerful. It will become his biggest talking point, at the entrance of the village I brag about my holes and talk about mountains with my brothers who have been playing for a long time, and laugh about it.
Yue Guanchao could imagine that many years later, when he had become a little old man with a gray beard and a rickety waist, he would still puff on his pipe and recall the startling glance when he first saw Song Siyuan.
Apart from that, there is nothing!
Since the gap between the two people is too big, there is no need to have any feelings to avoid being too painful when they are separated.
Regarding this point, Yue Guanchao could only keep it in his heart. He inadvertently looked at Song Siyuan, and the woman immediately looked away, pretending to deliberately take pictures of the scenery.
The outcome of this journey is not yet known. Yue Guanchao knew that he was overthinking it, so he drove his carriage and shouted, clattering through the dense forest of Qinling Mountains.
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