She pulled me up and said, "Go and eat in the car! It's so dirty here."
I said: "I'm so dirty!"
She said: "You are not dirty, only those children are dirty!"
I got into their car and she was talking to the driver, speaking Chinese.
I didn't understand at that time.
Later, I studied Chinese hard, and when I thought back, she realized that she told the driver, "Those kids were too much. This little brother is obviously a small soldier. He fights to defend the peace to make their lives easier, but they treat the soldiers like this!"
She was only five years old at that time, but she could say these things.
In retrospect, I think no one can compare to this little girl.
I've never ridden in such a beautiful car. Their car is very clean and my whole body smells bad. I am afraid of getting the car dirty. I ate the food and got out of the car immediately.
The little girl grabbed me and said, "I live in a nearby hotel, and the driver's uncle went to buy clothes. Come back with me and take a bath and change clothes!"
I asked her: "Why!"
She said: "If you dress like this, those kids will still bully you when they come back."
I went to the hotel with her.
After taking a shower, the first thing she said was: "Brother, your hair is so beautiful!"
For the first time, I heard someone praise my hair.
Everyone said I was a monster, but she said it was so pretty.
I thought I should tell her something in return, so I said: "Your eyes are also very beautiful, blue eyes!"
"Your purple hair!"
Then we called each other like this, I called her blue eyes, and she called me purple hair.
She said it was the first time she had seen natural purple hair.
It is also the first time I have seen such a kind-hearted rich lady.
At that time, Syria was fighting every day, and I had to go out to fight during the day, and only came back to look for her at night.
Every time I came back, I wore a tattered military uniform.
She said, "Purple hair! The boy in military uniform is so handsome!"
Then I wore it every day, but it broke a little.
She has been in Syria for a year, and I will come to her almost every day.
One day she gave me a gift. She said, "Purple hair! I am going back to China. My hometown is China. When you stop fighting, will you come to me?"
I received the gift that day and ran away. I didn't say anything. I hid in the corner and cried all night.
She ran after me, crying and shouting: "Purple hair! Sorry, I must go back! Because my home is in China!"
I can't bear her, I really can't bear it.
I cried and opened her gift, which was a brand new military uniform.
She left me a note, and she said, "Purple hair, can you stop fighting? I'm so afraid that one day you won't be able to come back to me!"
I don't want to fight, but I can't help it. If I don't return to the army, they will come to me. If they find me to escape the battlefield, I will be killed.
I don't want to die, I don't want to lose sight of her.
I went to the hotel to find her on time the next day. I thought she had already left.
Unexpectedly, she was still there. She opened the door and saw me, happily shouting: "Purple hair!"
I was wearing the military uniform she gave me.
She saw the compliment and said, "Purple hair! You look so handsome in military uniform! You look so good!"
I asked her: "Can you not leave?" (End of this chapter)