copy of life game

In this photo, the flames of the missile explosion cover the sky like clouds from hell, while drizzle and night become the background of the world.

The missiles, which looked like the god of death, hung tightly above the heads of the fighter planes.

And in this grand and dim background, under the missiles spitting flames, the weak floating fighter plane is suddenly stretching its head upwards, and tall mechas are behind him, one after another.

A series of buildings with dim lights flickering in the darkness were at his feet.

The floating fighter plane, as weak as duckweed, floating between the sky and the earth, was now like a strong barrier, protecting the meager fire below.

"beautiful."

Yi Ni stared at this photo and couldn't help but sigh.

There is no ingenious composition or exquisite technique in this photo. What is there is just a snapshot of the space and time. Everything is so harmonious, as if it was God's drawing, completely natural.

Taking a long breath to stabilize her emotions, Yi Ni continued to scroll down. When she saw the floating fighter plane being engulfed in the flames of the detonated missile, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

And when I saw the floating fighter plane rushing out of the flames like a god descending into the world, I couldn't help but feel happy.

If she had not seen the scenes in this photo, she would not have been able to imagine that the neatly dressed old mayor had experienced such a life-and-death battle before returning to the mayor's mansion.

The most important thing is that the mayor had the opportunity to leave. He didn't have to save anyone. He could leave calmly and let the missiles destroy the mechas and blow up the low-rise building. As long as the casualties were all eliminated afterwards.

Just leave it to the assassins.

As someone who works in the journalism industry, Ini is very aware of the operations involved.

But the mayor did not leave. Instead, he used himself as the most dangerous bait to intercept and blow up all the missiles.

Sounds like a hero from a legendary story, not a federal mayor.

This news must be broadcast.

Yi Ni took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at the boy Jie Lin beside her who was watching her, "These photos of yours are very important and they are well taken. If we can find an excellent special effects artist, we can rely on these

The photo reproduces the scene last night, which is even more exciting. It is a great news material, but..."

She paused and opened her mouth slightly.

"You don't have any money, do you?"

The boy Jielin looked at the young woman in front of him and asked calmly.

"Yes,"

Yi Ni's face turned slightly red, her expression a little embarrassed, "I don't have much money, so I can't give you a particularly good price. I can only give you a few dozen federal dollars in cash at most. If you can swipe your credit card, I might be able to give it.

higher."

The boy stared at the woman in front of him, seemingly hesitant. He turned his head and looked at his mother sitting by the bed.

"Then take it and use it,"

Following the boy's gaze, Zhaojia looked at Yi Ni, paused for a moment, and said with a smile, "If you make money from these photos, it won't be too late to pay us for the photos."

"Is this okay?"

Yi Ni glanced at the boy blankly, and then at Zhaojia sitting on the bed, as if she did not expect that the mother would give such an answer.

"My mother means what I mean,"

Jie Lin reached out to take the camera from Yi Ni's hand and took off the memory chip. He glanced at Yi Ni, handed the chip over, and said quickly, "Didn't you say Mr. Mayor saved us? You are a reporter, so you have to

Let everyone know that he has done good things and that he is a respectable person. My father always told me before he was alive that good people should be rewarded."

Yi Ni glanced at Jielin's thin face, took the memory chip, and nodded heavily,

"I will."

"That's okay,"

Jie Lin put away the camera and dug out an old thin disposable umbrella from the pile of debris. "I'll take you out of here. The roads around here are blocked. You can't drive in directly. People from outside come here."

, things may be stolen.”

"Ah good."

Yi Ni nodded, quickly picked up the umbrella and stood up. She looked at Zhaojia who was lying haggardly on the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Goodbye, sister."

"goodbye,"

Zhaojia smiled and nodded, "Be careful on the road."

"Let's go."

At this moment, Jie Lin was standing by the door and waved to Yi Ni.

Yi Ni nodded, left the house, saw the boy locking the door again, and then followed the boy down the stairs.

"Your mother looks very young."

Looking at the boy's rapid downward steps, Yi Ni sighed slowly.

"She is only in her twenties, so of course she is young,"

Jie Lin waved the umbrella in his hand, "Twenty-eight years old, not yet thirty."

"She is so young..."

Yi Ni paused slightly and sighed softly, "I read the information before and found that many malignant tumors can be treated now."

"The doctor said that spending money for surgery can cure the disease, and the sooner the better,"

Jie Lin walked in front and looked forward at the dilapidated low building in the rain outside the corridor window, "But we have no money."

Yi Ni opened her mouth and sighed softly.

She really wanted to do something, but she was also worried about next week's rent.

She thought for a moment and changed the subject, "Does your mother still have any sisters?"

Yi Ni said doubtfully, "They..."

Halfway through her words, she paused and realized that she had asked a stupid question.

If Zhaojia's relatives were willing to help her, mother and son would not still be living here and Jielin would have to go out to work.

"After my father died, we still had some contact with each other. After my mother got sick, we basically had no contact with each other."

At this moment, the two of them had quickly descended to the first floor. Jielin showed no expression at all. He glanced at the white sky and dripping raindrops outside, and said slowly,

"But I don't have any grudges against them. My mother often tells me that life is not easy for them. It's not easy for them. Since I went to work, I have realized this even more. It is not easy for them to earn money. How can they support themselves?"

It’s already very difficult for me and my family.”

He opened his umbrella and took Yi Ni into the raindrops, "Besides, they don't have any contact at all. Every holiday, they still come to see my mother and bring some synthetic meat or canned food. This is already good."

.”

The raindrops hit the faded disposable umbrella, and along with the two people's staggered footsteps, it flowed along the umbrella ribs and onto the puddled ground.

There were already some sleepy-eyed people on the narrow road, some holding umbrellas and some running wildly in the rain.

They passed by the two of them quickly and looked a little surprised after seeing Yi Ni, but they quickly looked away after seeing the boy.

"Most of the people here work in nearby factories, and it's almost time for the morning shift,"

Jielin glanced at the crowd around him and said quickly.

“Can I issue a certificate of fixed address here?”

Yi Ni was a little stunned. She glanced at the abandoned buildings around her and said, "When I went to the factory to find a part-time job, they asked me to provide a certificate of fixed address issued by the landlord or apartment company."

"Yes, some of us had a fixed address before and then moved here without changing our jobs. In this case, we don't need to issue a separate certificate of fixed address."