Times of Our Lives

After spending more than a year in Iraq, Zhang Lianban has been able to use Arabic fluently every day. He now also wears a gun on his body. He will pay attention to posture even when taking photos in the wild or in the theater. Know where the stray bullet came from.

When not at work, it ’s rare to walk around, too dangerous and terrible. The post-war city was in ruins and there was little to shoot. He would rather stay in a place with many children, but it may not be safe there. .

"Bang, look at the photos." Tazai was only 10 years old, but he was already a small head of a group of children nearby. He shouted when he called Zhang Bang's name, and Bang shouted like kang.

Zhang Lang fiddled with his phone and smiled at him: "I didn't take any interesting pictures, just the last time."

Tazai frowned. "We'll see what you took before."

He was followed by seven or eight children. One girl looked only four or five years old, holding a tattered doll in her arms.

Zhang Gang pointed at the mobile phone: "Albums are in it, but I can't see it even if I don't connect to the Internet."

Tazai pointed to the little girl: "The roof of Dana's house is fine. Let's go there."

They can't beat them, they can only follow Tazai.

Beds of different colors are hung between the houses. This is to provide an eye-closing method during gun battles. When there is no danger, children will shuttle around to play hide-and-seek. The laughter is very clean. The wind between the buildings raises the colored curtains Blow up.

Zhang Gangbang has taken many similar photos, and occasionally when he looks out, it will make his numb heart slightly softer.

Dana's house roof can indeed find a weak signal network, Zhang Gang frowned and tried to log in to Weibo, and finally went up after a few times.

"Great China Mobile," Zhang Ganglu muttered, "the equipment vendors are so powerful ... are they all installed here?"

Tazai didn't understand Chinese, and he was not happy to pout: "Staff, look at the photos!"

"Come here." Zhang Lianban squatted down to open Weibo. He had not visited his homepage for two years. One was to avoid someone's memory, and the other was to make himself irrepressible and regretful. Emotions, so when the albums of years appeared in front of the eyes again, Zhang Lianba could not make a proper expression.

Pictures were read one by one, and the buffered circles were like sharp blades, cutting through the smoky rain in the south of the picture, the snow in the sky, the flowing water of a small bridge, and the former boy.

The fingertips of Zhang Bar slowly slid on the screen of the mobile phone, and the group photo was taken under the starry sky when the gods were impressed, and the Chinese New Year at the Xie Meng family, the childlike smiles under the splendid fireworks, pictures of Beijing's brush alleys, plum blossoms in Bai Meilin, Zhuo Xiao Yuan hugged Zhuo Jinjin, and Han Dong's lips pressed against his forehead.

At the end of the photo is the sentence he wrote on the coast of Xiangshan.

"Youth is immortal, we want to be together forever."

Tazai was the first time to see a completely different view from his hometown. He was very curious. He grabbed the mobile phone from the first bar and flipped from the first one, and suddenly "snapped".

"Bar." He asked, pointing to the photo, "Who is this?"

Zhang Gang wiped his face, his eyes flushed, but no tears, and he froze slightly when he saw the picture.

Before coming to the battlefield, he sorted out Han Dong's photos and sent them to the other party, but he missed one but missed one.

That was his first Han Dong shot.

In the photo, Han Dong, a teenager, turned his face and looked at the camera, smiling softly in the gorgeous streamer of fireworks.

Zhang Gangbang saw the text he added at the time: "Uncle Han, you finally smiled at me."

Xie Meng was almost surprised when he received Zhang Lianban's phone call: "Where are you? Going home?"

"No," Zhang Lianban explained, "I can't talk for a long time at the phone I borrowed at a restaurant in Baghdad ..." He said a few words in Arabic to his wife, and said helplessly to Xie Meng: "It seems to have a dress The circuit equipment is coming ... I have to hang up. I will be back for another year. Everything is safe. Don't worry about me. "

Xie Meng didn't make nonsense, and hurriedly said: "Be sure to pay attention to safety, don't go to a place with a lot of people ... do not keep in touch."

The boss lady urged again, and Zhang Gang could only say, "I know that you and Yimei should also be loving and loving, and wait for me to come back."

After saying a few goodbyes, Zhang Lianhang reluctantly hung up the phone. He saw a few people like installers coming into the store. Zhang Leng said "Sorry" in English, turned over and turned Call away.

The person next to him who was squatting down to take down the phone paused. He put on a hat, tilted his head slightly, and seemed to want to look up at Zhang Lian's face.

Zhangbang: "?"

Someone suddenly shouted outside, "There is a woman in the car! There seems to be a bomb! The bomb!"

Zhang Lang looked in horror. The owner of the restaurant had screamed. The car was right next to the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel. Now it was too late to run out. Zhang Lian subconsciously wanted to find a cover. The installer next to him hugged it. Got him.

"What are you doing ...?" Zhang Lianban's mother tongue was frightened, without saying a word, the other directly clasped his waist and rolled over into the bar.

Zhang Gang kept his mouth half open, staring at the familiar face under the hat.

Han Dong pressed himself on him.

Struggling violently.

"You move a fart!" Han Dong shouted angrily: "Give me down!"

Zhang Gang took a sigh of relief, his face flushed, and he yelled at Han Dong: "Side over! Do you want to get hurt? Don't just protect me!"

Han Dong: "..."

He finally turned to the side with compromise, but still turned to the outside, his hands and feet were tightly wrapped around the bars, the faces of the two were almost together, and the breath was the smell of the other.

The sound of the explosion never sounded, Zhang Lianban was wrapped in sweat, and he and Han Dong looked at each other, and there was a topic to find: "Why are you here?"

Han Dong stared down at his mouth: "I've changed jobs, come here for technical support."

"Oh." Zhang Zhang licked his lips. "Are you busy?"

Han Dong: "I'm so busy. I've been looking for you for more than half a year. It turned out to be under the eyelids."

Zhang Gang feels dizzy: "What are you looking for?"

Han Dong: "What do you say?"

"..." Zhang Gang didn't know what to say.

"How about you?" Han Dong asked him, "How long are you going to stay?"

Zhang Banglu said honestly: "One year ... I don't know what to do when I go back."

"Will you be with me?" Han Dong asked him suddenly.

Zhang Gangluan looked blank: "Aren't we together now ..."

Han Dong took a deep breath: "I mean ..."

Someone knocked on the bar, Zhang Lianban and Han Dong turned around at the same time, a soldier holding a gun, standing next to his companion wearing an explosion-proof suit.

"The bomb has been dismantled." The other side spoke fluent American and joked: "You don't have to hold so tightly, you won't be fatal."

"..."

When he walked out of the restaurant, Zhang Gang didn't feel his legs were soft. He came out alone, and stood at the door for a while, until Han Dong drove a big jeep in front of him.

Zhang Bang: "..."

Han Dong raised his eaves and ordered: "Get in the car."

"... Why so fierce." Zhang Lianmu mumbled as he climbed into the car, Han Dong leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt. He raised his head and rubbed his chin over the other's face. Clean thorny stubble

Zhang Lian's face was a little red.

Han Dong pressed his head: "You think about it."

Zhang Gang glanced at him: "What do you think."

"What do you think." Han Dong skilfully stepped on the clutch gear: "Would you like to be with me?"

"I want to be soft."

Han Dong laughed: "No tenderness, only me, I will treat you better and love you more than she."

Zhang Zhang opened his mouth, and he whispered, "You're not fleshy!"

"Affection is a tragedy, and it will surely come to an end." Han Dong said suddenly, and he asked Zhang Lianban: "Do you know the meaning of this sentence?"

Zhang Gang shook his head with a question mark on his face: "I don't know ..."

"..." Han Dong was silent: "Would you write this sentence for me?"

Zhang Gangbang said innocently: "I was stunned. I wanted to search the Internet for a particularly emotional sentence ... I chose this sentence."

Han Dong: "..."

Zhang Gang said madly, "What the **** does that mean!"

Han Dong sighed: "Forget it ... I don't know."

"..." Anxious, "You tell me!"

Han Dong stepped on the accelerator hard, the jeep's tires picked up heavy dust, and the hot wind blew on Zhang Zhang's face. He narrowed his eyes and reached out to cover the hot sun on the roof.

"During the evening, love knows everything, and endless love must be paid." Han Dong suddenly said beside Zhang Gangbang: "Do you understand this sentence?"

Zhang Bang was standing against a mess of hair blown by the wind: "?"

"Stupid." Han Dong reached out and rubbed each other's head: "Come on in love with me, because I love you so much."