After searching for ages, he still couldn't find what he was looking for.
Coleman stopped and gazed into the distance.
After a moment's thought, he packed away his photography equipment.
Watching the little guy bustle around, Carls couldn't help asking again.
"Are you not going to take any more pictures?"
That didn't make sense. He'd been so excited just a moment ago.
Hearing him, Coleman looked up at the "loafer."
He looked a little annoyed.
"Are you still not leaving?"
"Hey, hey, don't look at me like that! I haven't even seen your masterpiece yet!"
The boss was dead anyway, so he had nothing to do. He might as well stick around and see what happened.
Carls put his hands behind his head and waited for the kid's answer.
At last, under Coleman's unrelenting stare, Carls felt so uncomfortable that he sighed and explained.
"The angle's no good here. I'm going down to take the pictures."
Carls's eyes went wide.
This kid was crazy!
The police were down there putting out the fire!
And he still wanted to go down?
Coleman saw the disbelief on his face and simply rolled his eyes.
He didn't feel like dealing with this idiot.
After straightening his little suit, he headed down.
As he walked, he thought to himself:
What terrible luck today.
Why did it have to get cloudy at this time?
If only the dark night had a full moon hanging over it.
Together with the scene below, wouldn't that be beautiful?
Coleman walked at a leisurely pace, his face expressionless.
In reality, he was blatantly daydreaming.
His mind was full of impractical thoughts.
How boring.
He wondered if his brother had gone home yet.
If he found out Mom had almost gotten hurt, he'd be angry, wouldn't he?
Ah, well, things like this happened all the time.
But he'd still have to soothe him when he got home.
What a pain.
He'd reward himself with some Quantang coffee when he got back!
"Hey, little boy, what are you doing here? This place is dangerous. You should go home!"
Suddenly, a man's voice came from above.
Coleman blinked and slowly looked up.
Oh, the firefighters had arrived.
Adjusting his voice, Coleman put on an innocent expression.
"I came to take pictures of the stars tonight, but then it got cloudy, so I couldn't."
As he spoke, he lifted his camera and pretended to look dejected.
As he went on, tears welled in his eyes.
"Big brother, have you seen a little dog? It's yellow. It came out with me, but now I can't find it."
The firefighter didn't know what to say. He'd only just arrived and had no idea whether there was a dog along the way.
After all, the fire was raging. Every minute they gained might mean they could save more people.
"I'm sorry, little guy. I haven't seen one. But you should go home now. It's really dangerous here!"
It was pitch-black all around. Who knew if there might be a bad person lurking nearby?
Besides, the fire looked like arson.
The arsonist might even be somewhere close by.
Good grief, how could this child's parents be so careless?
How could they let a little kid go out alone to play?
"Um, but if I don't find Xiao Ai, I'll get scolded. I sneaked out, and I don't want to go back. I have to find her!"
He spoke stubbornly, his eyes reddening. He looked just like a child who was afraid of losing his puppy and getting scolded by his parents.
The firefighter was at a loss, but he couldn't let this little white-haired kid wander around here.
"It's okay. Your parents won't scold you. But if you keep hanging around in a dangerous place like this, who knows what they'll do!"
He spoke sternly, glancing back at the fire, which was gradually dying down.
The unease in his heart finally eased.
But he didn't forget to scare the little guy a bit.
"If you get home late, you might get a spanking!"
He exaggerated his expression a little, but it worked well enough.
At last, fear appeared on the little white-haired boy's face. The firefighter felt sorry for him, but held back the urge to comfort him.
He had to send this little troublemaker home!
If not for the rules against leaving his team without permission, he would've taken the kid home himself. Who went running around at night like that?
What a handful for his parents.
Finally, the child ran off.
The firefighter breathed a sigh of relief and was about to head to the center of the fire to ask what was going on.
Suddenly, a flash went off behind him.
He instinctively turned around and saw that the child was still there!
He was about to lose his temper when the boy ran over and handed him a photograph.
Before the firefighter could ask anything, the little white-haired boy waved and ran off with a smile.
The firefighter was annoyed and amused, but he just shook his head without saying anything.
He was probably some young master from a family at the foot of the mountain. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been out taking pictures of the stars in the middle of the night.
Thinking this, the man looked at the photograph in his hand.
Not bad.
At the center of the photograph was the back of a man.
Against the glow of the fire, he looked tall and heroic.
Thinking nothing more of it, the man put the photograph away and returned to his team.
Meanwhile, in the distance, the boy who should have run off was still standing where he was, quietly admiring his masterpiece.
He held two photographs in his hand.
One of them was his perfect "work of art."
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