Chapter 1402

In the ward, the female reporter sat in a chair with a recording pen in her hand. From time to time, she would pick up a glass of water to let Mr. Feng moisten his lips.

Gaoge and Tianlong waited quietly outside. It was almost an hour before it was over.

"Well, master Feng, it's hard for you."

Hearing this sentence, Gao Ge and Tianlong looked at each other. Knowing that they had talked about it, they opened the door and went in.

The female reporter was packing up her things, slowly stood up and looked at master Feng's eyes full of respect. Although master Feng underestimated everything, as a reporter, the most basic skill is to spread out the whole face according to one point. An excellent reporter, in the process of spreading this point into the whole face, also ensures that the face he spreads out will not deviate from the facts.

Some people are born with certain professional talents, such as basketball players.

The same is true of this female reporter. In addition to her efforts, if not, it is not a simple thing to enter the local TV station at this age. No one's success comes from sitting in a chair. Even if someone sends a bag of money, someone needs to stand up and pick it up, but now more people in this world are unwilling to even stand up, Just want to lie on the chair and swing.

Just like when Mr. Feng talked about it before, it was difficult to explain one thing clearly. It seems that many elderly people are like this, but this is not difficult for the female reporter. She always sorted out the context in the shortest time, and then repeated it again to let Mr. Feng nod and praise.

When preparing to leave, the female reporter suddenly stopped, turned her face and returned to master Feng.

"Sir, I know you don't want to speak, but the world needs your voice. They have to hear it. They have to hear it. If they don't even have time to listen to you, is it too bad for our generation?"

Mr. Feng was distracted and didn't understand what the female reporter meant for a long time.

The female reporter walked up to the singing again and smiled.

"Thank you for helping me convince the old man."

"No." Singing and laughing, he suddenly said, "by the way, next, I need to take the old man away."

"Ah?" The female reporter was stunned, "take it to where?"

"We came here to pick him up this time." Gao Song explained, "you know, the old man is a lonely old man, and there is no one to take care of him here. I just want to take him to a better place to rest."

"I understand." The female reporter nodded and said, "can you leave a contact information?"

"Forget it." The Song said, "the purpose I told you is that if you want to interview the old man next, you won't have a chance."

The female reporter was a little confused at first, and then suddenly realized that there was a bright light in her eyes and nodded emphatically: "I see. You are worried that someone will disturb the old man after the spread of the situation, so you want to get away quickly. Well... It's very good. I'm willing to support it."

"OK." Nodded loudly, but muttered in her heart that the female reporter's brain mending ability is good, um... The road is wide.

After seeing the other party leave, master Feng said blankly, "are we going to go?"

"Yes." Singing, "what I just said is true."

"But I'm not going to go!" Master Feng was confused and dissatisfied. "I've lived here for so many years. I'll go if I say I can't. I can't go."

"Well, old man, I have to take you." Singing seriously.

"That won't work!" The old man was so stubborn that he couldn't stop it. He said angrily, "anyway, my legs are long on me. I said I wouldn't go if I didn't go!"

Tianlong on one side angrily scolded when he heard this: "your legs are still long. Aren't you cut off?"

The old man was very hurt and felt that what his instructor said was too heartbreaking.

Shit... I forgot about it myself.

"OK, just listen to the singing. Singing has a way to make your legs grow."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes brightened: "really?"

Singing, smiling and nodding, "I'm a little sure, but I'm not 100% sure."

"Well... Well, forget it. I'm old enough to have two legs and one leg. There's no difference. I'd better not waste manpower and material resources."

"It won't be wasted." Sing loudly and say, "I have this ability. You know, I'm an immortal. I just consume some aura in my body."

"Is this... The immortal so magical?" At this moment, master Feng felt a little attached to his body

"Almost."

"Well... Then my legs are good. There's no need to go." The old man shook his head again. He didn't really miss the place where he had lived for many years. In fact, it didn't make any difference for him to live anywhere. However, he felt that if he was really taken away by singing, it would inevitably bring trouble to singing and the country. After all, he couldn't shine and heat at his age and physical condition.

In fact, the old man's answer didn't surprise Gao Song. It was entirely reasonable, and he had already figured out his countermeasures.

"That's OK, sir. If you really don't want to go, I'll have no problem." Sing loudly and say, "but you can think well. If your legs grow out and the news is reported, many people will come to see you. When they see you, they will find that you have sound limbs, and they will call you a big liar."

Singing these words really scared the old man.

"I'm not a big liar! I've really been amputated!"

"Yes!" Sing loudly, "how can you explain to them? Say I let your legs grow out? Let's not say whether they believe it or not. Even if they believe it, you're divulging secrets."

The old man was so frightened by the singing that he couldn't speak.

Just think about it, many people point to their nose and accuse themselves of being a liar

He shivered.

At this age, he still cherishes his reputation very much. He is certainly not willing to let others point at his nose. In addition, there is a risk of divulging secrets, and he is even more reluctant.

"This... This..." Mr. Feng took a deep breath, was a little confused, and stared at the song. "Forget it, let's go... Boy, how do I feel that I'm in a trap? Did you think about it when the reporters came before, so you let me interview them?"

Sing, laugh and say nothing.

But

The old man guessed right!