Dear girl

The reporters were released at three o'clock in the morning.Xia Yao went back to the small building rented by Xinhua News Agency and took off the camera.Didn't take any pictures today.

Lao Yang lived on the first floor, and she lived on the second floor.

After taking a shower, Xia Yao stared at the lock screen of her phone and posted it for a while—this is a selfie taken by Song Xinci from her perspective.Song Xinci stood on the square, looking up against the light, with light hair and a very touching smile, stretching out his hand as if he was pulling someone, but he was actually posing for a photo.

According to the time difference, grandparents may be eating breakfast, and they eat later.And mom and dad, probably in class.

Xia Yao nestled under the quilt, thinking of the weekend in Yangchuan.Young people go shopping, watch movies, sing... And here, people are preparing to protest.

The same sky, different encounters.

The press officer informed them at the hotel that the next day's protests against NATO members could be photographed.

Obviously sleepy, but unable to sleep, headache.

Xia Yao stood up, poured water, and took a sleeping pill.

**

Song Xinci woke up at eleven in the morning.

After calling Xu Lang and Cheng Yang to have lunch together, they began to stage spy dramas with each other.

After driving around the town a few times, the other party stopped being sneaky and began to blatantly follow her.

All three of them wore hats today, just to deal with this situation.

When they arrived at the gas station, they all got out of the car and went inside to exchange with the person of similar stature that Xu Lang found.

The replacements were already waiting in the same clothes as them.And they just need to change their coats and go out later.

The people Xu Lang contacted were waiting for them behind the gas station.Three people, one motorcycle.Song Xinci was wrapped in a coat, and his ears were red from the cold.

When they reached a place where there was no road, the three of them got down and walked.It was a large forest, where Song Xinci was arrested twice above.

In winter with blue sky and white clouds, Song Xinci put on a mask and followed the guides into the woods first.

**

Xia Yao, Lao Yang and Shen Guang, the three of them got up early in the morning and went to the street with their cameras on.

Crowds flocked to the US embassy, ​​holding banners in English - no war.The gate of the US embassy was closed tightly, and several layers of protective nets were added.

People sat in front of the US embassy on hunger strike.The soldiers stared closely at the reporters with cameras. In short, you can take pictures of protests, but you cannot take pictures of guns on tall buildings and soldiers with live ammunition.

Lao Yang turned his camera away, and was immediately warned by the other party's eyes.

Shen Guang still has a way, wearing a local black robe, with a bag sewn into the lining, and a camera in it to take pictures secretly.

Associated Reuters reporters were afraid to go out, and almost all those with cameras were Asian faces.Shen Guang is from the Xinhua News Agency. When he saw an acquaintance from the Global Times, he greeted him through the crowd.

After Lao Yang was warned, the soldier kept staring at him, so anxious that he followed the crowd and yelled against interfering in the internal affairs of other countries, I want peace, not war.It doesn't matter whether the other party understands or not.

Xia Yao followed Lao Yang, and a reporter from the Yonhap News Agency complained in English that he couldn't see the truth.

The NHK reporter seemed to be caught filming the mortars upstairs, and spoke a lot of native languages ​​in a hurry on the opposite side.Grabbed his soldiers, told him not to move, and took away his camera.

This is also a kind of reality, Xia Yao thought.Crouched down and raised the camera to take a picture of a child holding a protest card.

The child is holding cards in both hands, with an innocent face, and his eyelashes are like fans under the sun.

The embassy street was completely surrounded.Lao Yang sat on the ground with the hunger strikers.Leaning against the wall, Xia Yao took a picture of the blue sky, the US embassy, ​​the flying American flag, and people sitting cross-legged on the street.

The cold reality is unexpectedly harmonious in the photos.

"The application we submitted has been approved, and we can go to the front line tomorrow." Lao Yang looked at Xia Yao and said.

Xia Yao nodded: "I don't know how long I will protest."

Lao Yang sighed and stopped talking.

Here, going out of town requires an application.

**

When Song Xinci arrived in Myanmar, he was very excited.

But it is obviously unrealistic to keep smuggling.Now it's time for Brother Lang to help her get a Burmese identity.

After arriving at the hotel, Song Xinci called Xia Yao, but they still couldn't get through.

It is impossible to say that there is no disappointment at all.

During this time, Song Xinci was watching the news every day and knew all kinds of international situations well.As long as there is no news about the Chinese over there, she can breathe a sigh of relief.

Because of the country that sister Yao went to, China has already organized the evacuation of overseas Chinese by plane.The only Chinese left there now are embassy staff, journalists, and volunteers from the International Red Cross.With less than [-] Chinese people, if anything happens, it will definitely be on the news.

At three o'clock in the afternoon Beijing time, Song Xinci opened the notebook again.It contains all the words Xia Yao wrote to her a long time ago.A thick book, a present from Xia Yao for her 23rd birthday.

She couldn't bear to read it all at once.Read a page every day, yesterday was a letter, today is a modern poem——

I saw butterflies resting on your shoulder

wobble gently

Fanning into a warm sun

hanging on my fluttering west window

I see peach blossoms blooming beside you

soft

white moonlight

Sprinkled in front of me brightly and secretly

i see the sky

see the ocean

See the cotton candy formed by white clouds

Spread imagination on the blue sky

See the roses splashed by the waves

pile romance by the beach

i saw a lot

but very little

one moment the whole world

it will be you

i want to say a lot

but very little

one moment the whole world

it will be you

**

Before the curfew, except for the hunger strikers sitting in front of the embassy, ​​most of the crowd started to walk back.Taking advantage of this moment, Shen Guang pointed the camera at the empty and dark shop windows on both sides of the street, and was discovered by someone without paying attention.

Two soldiers came up and carried him away.

Xia Yao and Lao Yang were far behind, not knowing what happened, and could only watch Shen Guang being carried away.

Lao Yang said to Xia Yao: "You go back first, I run fast, I'll go find the ambassador."

Xia Yao pointed to the watch: "Pay attention to the time."

"know."

At 08:30 in the evening, Xia Yao was waiting in front of the small building, looking out of the street from time to time, but Lao Yang hadn't come back yet.

At this time, a figure flashed from the corner, with an anxious expression on his face, and kept saying help me in English.

Xia Yao let him in first and asked what happened.

Before he could explain, the man said that someone was chasing him.Xia Yao took him to the kitchen and temporarily hid him in the cellar.

Soon, a small group of soldiers came to the door.

Xia Yao learned a few words of Arabic, told the soldiers that I am Chinese, and then opened her coat and held it over.The inner lining is sewn with the logo issued to them by the government, including blood type, nationality, identity, and what is the purpose of coming here.

After the other party confirmed, he didn't make things difficult for Xia Yao for the time being, but stopped her aside and began to search the house.

Xia Yao has never been so nervous before, this kind of nervousness is different from exams and job applications.That's life and death.

A few minutes later, the soldiers left, and they hurried to the next place, fearing that this area would inevitably be searched.

Everything came and went quickly.

Xia Yao exhaled a long breath, her back covered in cold sweat.Walking towards the kitchen with trembling fingers.

The cellar was opened, and the man hid in a jar and was not found.

At this time, Lao Yang came back and said that the ambassador was on his way to communicate with the high-level officials of the other party.

And then they know, about what happened to this man.

He said that he immigrated to the United States a few years ago, because of the war in his hometown, he came back to see his relatives.At the gathering of the whole village, a young man who was serving as a soldier drank too much and accidentally revealed an important military secret.At that time, everyone didn't care, but at night, they were attacked by Tucun.

Most of the villagers are dead, and a small number are still at large.

Although Western countries have imposed an economic blockade on them, there are still heated discussions on whether to intervene militarily.The draft resolution proposed by Anglo-American law to impose sanctions on it at the United Nations was rejected.Because there are still a large number of countries that think this is their civil war, using this as an excuse to launch large-scale military operations will undoubtedly bring huge disasters to the local people.

However, a few days ago, representatives of NATO member states met in Brussels to discuss this matter again, and representatives with different opinions argued fiercely.

If this matter is exposed, it will undoubtedly be shooting itself in the foot in the international community.Make the originally neutral country fall to the west.This is what the mainstream international community has always opposed.That is to use chemical weapons that are extremely harmful to humanitarianism.

And what the young soldier revealed was that they had a chemical arsenal.The war has been tense recently, and the Free Army has attacked several cities in a row.The secret mission given to them was to destroy this land if they failed in the final battle.

It is their custom not to drink alcohol, but the soldiers drank a lot that day, probably because they were under too much pressure, and cried while drinking, talking about my poor hometown.

The two generations, Xia Yao and Lao Yang, have never experienced the severe pain of being forced to leave their hometown. Seeing a 1.8-meter man crying in front of them, they couldn't help but shed tears.

The man left in the middle of the night. He wanted to go to the US embassy in the dark and pretend to be a hunger striker to get in touch with the staff inside.He is now an American.If the government waits until dawn to send more troops and raise the alert level, there will be no chance at all.

Xia Yao and Lao Yang looked at the back of the man stooping like a thief, feeling very heavy.

Lao Yang took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket.

"Give me one." Xia Yao said.

The author has something to say: This war-torn country is fictional.

Hope for world peace.