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    Speaking back to Tianhaitai.

    Although there is no one drama with two stars here, in the highly intelligent information age, TV stations are even more inferior to capital platforms.  Except for Yang Ma, there is no first-line and second-line, and the status is surprisingly unified.

    Zhuang Zhou also specifically asked: Do we need to buy ratings?

    Lu Yiyi has a strange expression, indicating that the current ratings are all collected intelligently, directly transmitted back to the radio and television terminal, and released in real time, basically leaving no room for human manipulation.

    The only good news.

    Soon after 8 o'clock, the club fell silent.  Zhuang Zhou carried a bag of walnuts, picked them up with small pliers, cracked one for himself, fed one for A Yuan, cracked one for himself, and fed one for A Yuan

    Uncle and aunt are very pleased.

    The TV series has officially started, and the opening song is "If You Can Sell No Wine" in the tone of a music box. There are no lyrics, and there are a few key changes, so that when Ami sings it at the end, the audience will feel how explosive the song is.

    The opening title is very simple, frame after frame is like an old photo, showing the years of more than 20 years ago, and finally the title of the film "Hitch the Wrong Car".

    The episode begins in a cramped and crowded room, which is filled with all kinds of sundries, but it is very clean, and it can be seen that the owner is a hardworking person.

    Subtitles give time: 2025, winter.

    The dumb uncle is about forty years old, with a stooped figure and a shy face. He gets up in the morning and puts on a set of worn cotton clothes and pants, and puts on a hat to prepare to go out.

    He lives in partnership with a widow, by partnership means, not married.

    The widow's name was Zhilan, she was pretty, enthusiastic and cheerful, she quickly baked two pieces of multigrain cakes, filled a pot of hot water for the man to take, and kissed her with her arms around her neck.

    "Uhuh"

    The dumb uncle smiled shyly and dodged, making a strange sound in his throat.  Zhilan patted him and said softly, "Bring a bottle of rice wine back tonight."

    Zhilan likes to drink some, rice wine is not strong and cheap, this is a rare little fun for the two of them in their poor lives.

    Uncle Dumb went out, went downstairs, and got on his tricycle. A few Hokkien-speaking fellow villagers came over to collect waste products together.  The camera moves with him, showing the life scene at that time.

    Bare butt children run around, capable men wear neat overalls and wait in line for commuter buses, frail old people look after their children, and women also have to work

    All the way to the neighborhood, all the way to fireworks, every family is noisy, with accents from all over the world.

    Uncle Dumb is very popular, and everyone greets him. As the tricycle slowly drives out of the buildings, the camera gradually zooms out, giving a panoramic view of the old stacked buildings.

    "Oh, isn't that what we said?"

    "That's what I said that day, queuing up to go to work in the factory! Hey, look at the porridge that that woman cooks, the sweet potato porridge I said!"

    The uncles and aunts of the club are boiling.

    At this time, people's livelihood is depressed, and a thousand wastes are waiting for prosperity.  There are countless people who collect waste, and they form their own groups. They go to the garbage mountain every day and fight beforehand.

    The villagers are fully armed, and the dumb uncle is no longer shy, and he is extremely brave with a stick.

    Then came the daily routine of picking up tatters, and before I knew it, it was getting late.  When they returned, they suddenly heard the cry of a baby. They stopped searching and found an abandoned baby girl with half a can of milk powder and a note:

    "Her name is Amei, the kind person who adopted her, God will bless you¡ªworship, poor man."

    The gentlemen looked at each other:

    "What should I do? Give it to the police?"

    "That's also sent to the orphanage, how pitiful."

    "We are also pitiful. There are many people who open their mouths and are still children. Do you know how much a can of milk powder is?"

    "Give it to the police, give it to the police, and let them have a headache."

    The dumb uncle didn't object either, but he was very worried on the way back. The baby girl cried whoever touched it, except him.

    There is no way, the dumb uncle wrapped the swaddling baby with a cloth belt, tied it in front of him, pedaled the car carefully, and looked at the baby from time to time.  The baby also looked at him, and was suddenly happy when he saw it, and waved his little hand as if he wanted to hug him.

    "Uhuh"

    Uncle Dumb also laughed, nunuzui teasing the baby, a newborn baby with incomparable beauty and softness, and this kind of beauty and softness infects this middle-aged man who has little affection and warmth.

    After returning to the building, seeing that they were about to reach the police station, several people had already stopped the car, and the dumb uncle suddenly became hesitant.

    "What are you doing? Hurry up!"

    "Hurry up, I'm off work!"

    "WowWow"

    He took a few steps slowly, then paused, looking as ifThe little baby who suddenly cried out as if knowing his fate, pursed his lips and turned around abruptly.

    "Hello? Do you want to raise her?"

    "Do you really want to raise her? You should think about it carefully!"

    The dumb uncle picked up a baby girl, which instantly became big news in the neighborhood. Three aunts and six wives came to watch:

    "Oh, how can someone hug a child like this, like this!"

    "Children are hungry quickly, and half a can of milk powder is not enough to eat. It's a pity that we don't have milk dolls here, otherwise we can feed them together."

    "Look at this kid, he's smiling at me, ummm"

    "Clack!"

    The baby girl is not afraid of life, just happy, and seems to like this environment very much.  Only Zhilan sat aside with a sullen face, but she didn't say anything.

    But the peaceful days have been broken.

    Zhilan doesn't want to be rich, she really likes Uncle Dumb, but she can't stand having an extra child, messing up her life and threatening her status.

    Dissatisfaction is building.

    On this day, Uncle Dumb came back from collecting scraps, passed by the store, and wanted to buy a bottle of rice wine as usual, but suddenly remembered the milk powder that was almost finished, so he handed the wine back and bought a can of milk powder.

    Back home, Zhilan finally broke out.

    "What kind of family are we? Can we afford to support this girl!"

    "I'll wash your starches and cook for you every day. What do I want? What do you have? Do you know how many bottles of wine can be exchanged for a can of milk powder? Don't let the days pass!"

    "Are you still eating? What to eat!"

    "Wow!"

    She swept the food on the floor, and the dumb uncle was also stubborn, so he dropped the cup with a snap.

    "Why are you so fierce! You still have the guts to be so fierce to me!"

    Zhilan rushed over and fought, the dumb uncle protected her head with one hand and pushed her away with the other.  Zhilan started throwing things around again, crying and cursing.

    Neighbors could hear clearly, some were watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, and some were sighing silently.

    After all, this is the kind of life that everyone can live.

    "boom!"

    "I'm telling you dumb! I regret it now, why did I follow you, a bastard like you, I regret following you, a trash picker!"

    Snapped!

    The dumb uncle was also angry, and raised his hand to slap her

    The next day, Uncle Dumb went to collect waste as usual.

    When he came back, he specially bought a bottle of wine. The old man in his forties squeezed out a wrinkled smile, trying to make the woman happy.  As a result, as soon as I entered the door, it was empty, and the child was not there.

    The newly washed clothes on the bed were neatly folded, and there was a note:

    "I'm leaving, you take care of yourself, the child is at Sister-in-Law's house."

    ""

    Uncle Dumb was stunned for a while, does he have feelings for Zhilan?  Of course there is.

    Two people who live together as partners can best explain what it means to be in love with each other.  It's just that there is one more child now, and this child has become the new spiritual sustenance of the dumb uncle.

    So Zhilan simply left.

    Uncle Mute stayed there for a long time before thinking of going out to look for it. It was raining outside, and just after running for a few steps, the neighbor's wife Man came out with the baby in her arms: "You are back, Amei is crying so much, I can't coax her well no matter what."

    "Wowwow"

    "Wow!"

    "Boom!"

    Uncle Dumb stood in the long and narrow corridor, looked back at A Mei who was crying miserably, and finally walked back.

    He hugged the child and pressed it tightly against the child's face. It was raining heavily outside.  </div&gt
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