The female supporting role is crazy about the male lead

Although the direction was determined, none of the seven people came up with the best solution on how to make Qiao Lang relax his vigilance and walk out of the building while ensuring An Shijing's safety.

Old Liu finally made the decision to adapt to the situation and let An Shijing and Xia Ran get familiar with and integrate into Sri Lanka first.

On the other side, a five-story building on the edge of Lankasi city.

This building, which had five floors filled with fully armed soldiers when the rebels were at their most victorious, is now so deserted that only the top two floors are occupied, and everyone else has evacuated to Aratu.

In the luxurious study on the top floor.

A handsome man with black hair, yellow skin and a handsome face was sitting on the sofa.

"Lang, according to the information sent back by the people at the airport, the person you asked us to pay attention to did not enter the country today." An Afghan man in combat uniform reported to the black-haired man.

Their brothers waited at Abutu Airport for a day but did not see the black-haired man and woman from the Flower Country as described by Lang.

The sudden increase in the number of government troops in the morning was only because there was trouble at the airport and they increased their defense.

"Not today either?" The man stopped browsing the Afghan military news on his phone and asked casually, looking at the man standing in front of him.

His eyes were sharp and carried the pressure of a superior.

The soldier he questioned stammered, "Yes, yes."

Even though the person opposite him was just a foreigner with low combat power, he was the favorite of their boss and enjoyed a very high status in the army.

Just one sentence could cost him his life.

However, Qiao Lang was not relieved. He knew that the information that man gave him could not be wrong. They would definitely fly to Afghanistan as soon as possible, and within the next few days.

He was really looking forward to seeing the man again soon.

The man raised one corner of his mouth, his handsome face gloomy.

"Change a group of people and continue to monitor."

In order to better integrate into the local community, Xia Ran has been working overtime these days to learn Arabic with An Shijing and the translator sister.

She made a schedule for herself.

In the morning, she learned Arabic with the translator sister, and in the afternoon, she followed An Shijing and Lao Liu to the area ruled by the government army to familiarize herself with the culture. An Shijing was also able to teach her some authentic Sri Lankan Arabic usage.

Xia Ran was smart, and with Xiaobai's help, she mastered Arabic at a speed that even the translator was amazed, and she almost lost her job.

That afternoon, Xia Ran followed An Shijing for a walk on the street as usual and came to the once most prosperous city center.

The city center is now under the control of government forces, and people there are gradually returning to their pre-war daily lives.

This place used to be the art and cultural center of the Slankasis people, where people sang and danced and had fun every day.

When Xia Ran and the others arrived, quite a few people had already gathered there, holding hands and dancing in circles.

Even though there were ruins next to them and some of them had lost an arm, everyone's face was still filled with bright and enthusiastic smiles, humming their "Slankathy Song" and singing about their city.

One of the women, who was also wearing an orange headscarf, noticed the two of them and her eyes fell on Xia Ran's "belly".

It was difficult for Xia Ran to tell what the look in the woman's eyes meant. It contained surprise, memories, sorrow, longing, and relief.

The woman in the orange headscarf came over and couldn't help but reach out to touch the baby, but she stopped in mid-air and looked up to ask Xia Ran, "Can I touch your child?"

The woman has a pair of deep and beautiful eyes.

Faced with such pleading eyes, Xia Ran couldn't say "no" and she nodded.

The woman seemed very happy to get her consent. She wrapped her hands with the scarf on her body and then stroked her bulging belly quietly and slowly.

Although no words were spoken, Xia Ran felt that those eyes full of emotions had already spoken thousands of words to her.

She was also filled with sorrow and emotion. She reached out and covered the woman's hands, saying in Arabic: "God told me that you will have children again."

"As long as there is hope."

She looked at another middle-aged man walking towards them and he put his arm around the woman's shoulders.

Hearing Xia Ran's words, the tears that the woman in the orange headscarf had been holding back burst out like a floodgate. She kept stammering, said "thank you" to her, then buried her face in the man's arms and cried bitterly.

An Shijing, who had been watching this scene, had slightly red eyes. Seeing Xia Ran like this, he was so excited that he couldn't help but hug her and kiss her on the face.

There was a sound of friendly laughter from the crowd nearby. Xia Ran smiled and touched his face, "Your beard pricked me."

An Shijing smiled with bright eyes.

Because Xia Ran was still a "pregnant woman", everyone only pulled An Shijing into the dancing circle.

Xia Ran stood alone by the side, admiring the man's very uncoordinated dance moves. For the first time, she felt completely relaxed and happy, having been nervous since arriving in Aguo.

She thought that she would fall in love with this city just like An Shijing.

As they danced, they completely forgot about time. It was almost dusk, the sun was setting, and the sky was filled with bright red light.

When it was time to change teams, An Shijing, who was mixed in with the crowd, was pushed by the people around him and inserted into the middle of the opposite team.

When he saw clearly the little boy holding his hand, he was shocked. He knew this little boy. He had examined his body when he was a volunteer before, and he had also been to his home to treat his mother.

It's not a good thing to meet acquaintances at this juncture.

However, he was in disguise and looked nothing like before, so we could only hope that he wouldn't be recognized.

Fortunately, the little boy acted as if he really didn't know him and just danced happily with him.

An Shijing breathed a sigh of relief.

At night, the two lay on the bed and looked at the exceptionally bright moon outside the window together.

Xia Ran only removed her fake belly and lay comfortably on the man. They were now protected by layers of protection, so there was no need to be too nervous.

"Shi Jing," the woman touched the man's curly hair, which was still camouflaged, and felt its softness. "I've almost mastered the language now. We should think of a way to lure Qiao Lang out."

An Shijing stroked the woman's soft waist. The moonlight outside the window reflected in his eyes, which was icy cold. "Well, we will discuss the specific action plan with Lao Liu and others tomorrow."

On the other side of Sri Lanka, the dark five-story building.

Still in that familiar study.

Qiao Lang was also looking at the moon by the window. The bright moon conveyed his longing for her, but the person he missed, whether alive or dead, he would never see him again.

At this moment, a deep sense of loneliness also emanated from this crazy man.

"Lang, there's news about them. A little kid said he saw that Huaguo man." The soldier at the door walked in.

The man sat up straight. "Let him in."

A little boy came in bounding, completely ignoring the depressing and cold atmosphere in the room, and assured the man sitting in front of him, "Did I say there would be candy?"

The little boy's eyes were shining. He hadn't eaten candy for a long time.

"Yes," said Joram, smiling, "if you tell me where you have seen him and what he looks like, you can have three pieces of candy."

Three! The little boy got even more excited. "I saw him today when I was dancing in the city center. The brother with you was wearing our clothes, but I knew it was him. His eyes were exactly the same."

"He has also been to our house. I will never make a mistake."

The little boy patted his chest and promised for the three candies.

Qiao Lang smiled and signaled to the soldier at the door to give him candy and let him go.

The door of the study closed again, and silence returned to this world.

The man lit a cigarette for himself but didn't smoke it. He walked to the window and looked in the direction of the city center.

His face was blurred in the smoke and darkness, and only the faint light of fire between his hands could be seen.

Found you, An Shijing.