Chapter 199

He spoke while gently releasing his hand and walked toward Uncle Zhang.

He helped carry the fire extinguisher back.

Uncle Zhang, over fifty years old, was already near retirement age.

Carrying the fire extinguisher, he had gone there with the speed of a flying horse.

But the return trip was somewhat difficult.

Qin Feng took the fire extinguisher from his shoulder, and the two walked toward the car.

"Getting old, I start panting after running a couple of steps," Uncle Zhang said while coughing.

Reba leaned over and said, "Qin Feng, how about we donate a few drones to the Forestry Bureau? That way, Uncle Zhang won't have to run back and forth."

Qin Feng shook his head: "The Forestry Bureau has higher-end drones for coordinated operations; let's not add to the chaos."

Drones from private enterprises still carry the hidden danger of spontaneous combustion.

Daxinganling has military-grade drones supported by the state.

Donating ordinary drones to the Forestry Bureau might look like a positive energy gesture, but it could actually cause trouble.

Even Qin Feng's filming just now did not fly very far.

It was merely to raise the perspective.

If it really fell and caught fire, it wouldn't land in the forest.

After Reba understood the reason, she nodded repeatedly, realizing she had been too rash.

Sigh~

If only this man's attentiveness could be shared a bit more with me~

People!

Truly, insatiable greed~

-- 【Brother Feng's move this time is truly detailed amidst the rough; he considered everything thoroughly.】

-- 【Is Uncle Zhang too sensitive? His personality is a bit stubborn~】

-- 【My hometown is Mohe. I can tell you responsibly that the forest fires that once occurred are a painful memory deeply etched in everyone's hearts.】

-- 【Forest fire prevention! Starts with you and me! Group: 7! 6! 3! 4", 8.? 0?: 1?"5;?'7; Group"8!., 5.0:'2'; 9"!. 6'"; 5,:! 0.1】

-- 【They asked you to film a dating variety show, but you filmed a positive energy public service announcement? But I like it!】

After a brief shoot beside the newly planted trees.

The group got into the car, preparing to leave toward the river channel of Mohe.

Qin Feng and Reba sat in the back seat of Uncle Zhang's car.

He glanced at what he had filmed.

Qin Feng asked Uncle Zhang, "They say it takes ten years to grow a tree; will it take a long time for these saplings to become a forest?"

Uncle Zhang nodded and said, "This area was burned by fire; it hasn't sprouted for decades. These saplings were all planted by hand." He glanced at the GoPro hanging on Qin Feng.

Then he asked, "Xiao Qin, how many people can see what we are saying now?"

Reba answered, "Around several hundred thousand people?"

Uncle Zhang didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

He even subconsciously adjusted his collar and attire.

He smiled and said, "If I had known so many people were watching, I would have dressed more handsomely today."

Although it was their first meeting, Uncle Zhang's tone was indeed very stern.

In reality, he was a very easygoing uncle.

He spoke to the camera:

"Little comrades, not just in Daxinganling, but when visiting other forests, remember to pay attention to fire prevention."

"Trees can be replanted if burned, but people, once gone, are gone."

He spoke lightly, yet with deep sincerity.

Rustle, rustle, rustle--

Through the unrolled car window, a cool breeze drifted in.

It flipped the pages of a notebook on the car quickly, rustle, rustle, rustle.

Finally, it landed on Reba's lap.

"Uncle Zhang, is this your work log?" Reba asked.

Qin Feng said, "Can you understand it? Put it back for him."

But Uncle Zhang said, "There are some work logs, and also some things written randomly; you can look, but..." Reba cut in and said, "We'll look ourselves; we won't show the audience!"

The uncle nodded: "Exactly! My education level is limited; we can't let people laugh at us!"

Click—

The next second, Qin Feng directly put his glove over the GoPro camera hanging on his body.

The live stream instantly went black.

Millions of netizens rolled on the floor!

-- 【You two are villains! Treating us brothers like outsiders, right? Not letting us see, right?】

-- 【Reba, you've changed. You only like Qin Feng now and don't care about us anymore 5555】

-- 【Uncle Zhang called us 'Little Comrades'! I like that title.】

-- 【You two are becoming less and less human (rolling on the floor)】

Because they had received Uncle Zhang's permission.

Reba and Qin Feng looked at the contents of that notebook.

They were still very curious about the daily work routine of the Daxinganling Forestry Bureau. Some trivial daily work records were written ahead.

For instance, on a certain year, month, and day, the footprints of a golden gradient cat were discovered, leading to an early finish. Three silly deer were fed.

A rare animal, the sable, was found.

Or the day they were chased by a wild boar for two li, and such things.

Reba watched and laughed, while at the same time feeling awe for the people who guarded the forest. However...

The last page was not a work log.

It was a poem:

【What often haunts my dreams is you running amidst towering flames.】

【Flames climbed your skirt hem, scattering among your hair.】

【You anxiously called my name, yet I was not by your side.】

【In thirty years of dreams, I also thought you had left that sea of fire.】

【I also saw you in dreams, accompanied by a stream, watching moss.】

【Transformed into a deer.】

【Dancing gracefullyoooooo】

If Uncle Zhang's previous stubbornness and strictness regarding forest fire prevention.

left many people unable to understand.

And caused Reba to form some guesses.

Then this poem written by Uncle Zhang.

Unlocked the answer in her heart!

Qin Feng closed the notebook, smoothed it gently, and put it back in a place not easily reached by the wind.

As if protecting Uncle Zhang's treasure.

Reba said with a smile: "Uncle Zhang, your daily work routine is truly interesting; you were even chased by a wild boar, hahaha!"

She laughed until she cried.

She could not make a sound for Uncle Zhang to hear.

She buried her head in Qin Feng's arms, her small shoulders heaving up and down.

When she looked up again, she had already cried into a little tearful personooooooo