The sun was setting in the west, and the orange sunlight slanted down the empty and deserted neighborhood.
In the quiet alleys and dilapidated buildings, the setting sun shines in through the slender windows, like a soft gauze hanging on the legs of Song Ran and Li Zan.
The two of them sat in a cool corner of the room with their backs against the wall.
Li Zan rested his head on Song Ran's shoulder, closed his eyes, and breathed evenly, as if he was asleep.
Song Ran unconsciously tilted her head in his direction, her cheek gently touching his soft hair.
Her eyes were red and she was in a daze.
Suddenly my palms felt warm. Li Zan held her hand tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."
He frowned with difficulty, hating himself for saying these three words again.
"No." Song Ran shook his head, "You are doing what you think is right. You want to save them."
"It's not just them," he said.
She knew, but didn't answer, waiting for him.
"slowly."
"Um?"
"You asked before if there were any obstacles that I couldn't overcome."
"Um."
"Do you remember last year, September 26th?"
She was stunned, how could she not remember.
The woman who committed suicide detonated the bomb, and the shock wave at the moment of the explosion hit her like a wall.
"While everyone was running away, there was a second bomb on the street."
She nodded, vaguely guessing that at that moment he rushed behind her because there was a more urgent situation behind him.
"I wanted to demolish it, but I didn't succeed." He restrained himself and twitched his eyebrows. "I didn't have enough time, so I pushed the suicide attacker into a residential building on the roadside."
Song Ran could already guess what he was going to say next, and her heart shuddered: "Is there someone inside?"
"Yes. A family of six." He said this very calmly and stopped talking for a while.
There seems to be a floating coolness in the dark corner.
Song Ran held his cold hand tightly and remained silent.
"I still remember the look in their eyes. The husband hugged his wife and children, frightened, sad and unable to believe in fate; the wife hugged the children desperately. And those children looked at me so quietly, Accepting death in silence, their eyes were like the clutching hands of a baby, trying to remember me. I wanted to do something, but it was too late.
Song Ran's heart ached with pain, her eyes were moist, and she said, "No wonder you always say that just because the purpose is correct does not mean the result is just."
Li Zan remained silent, as if he was exhausted after speaking that long paragraph.
"But A-Zan," she said forcefully, "although this result is unjust, it is not evil either. Isn't it? You saved a dozen soldiers on the street, otherwise they would be the ones who were killed. Although lives are not exchangeable. , but you are not a murderer!"
Li Zan opened his eyes and listened quietly.
She took a deep breath, held him tightly with her fingers, and said with hatred in her slightly trembling voice: "The terrorist with the bomb strapped to his body was the one who killed a family of six! He is a human being, not a tool. He is not your murderous tool. It is they who deserve to be atonement!"
Li Zan put his ear against her skin and heard the sound of her heartbeat on her neck. It was fast and intense, not at all like her before. He tilted his head slightly and buried his face in her neck. His eyes were sour, but the corners of his thin lips were slightly raised.
He squeezed her palms that were shaking with rage. Holding each other's hands vigorously, it seems to draw strength, but also seems to give strength. In silence, invisible comfort.
Song Ran's heart gradually calmed down:
"A-Zan."
"Um?"
She smiled slightly but said nothing.
He didn't ask further questions and closed his eyes, tired but relaxed. He smelled the faint scent of her that was unique to her, and it made him feel at peace. Her shoulders are also very thin, gentle yet powerful. Like her arms, like her whole person.
"slowly."
"Um?"
"I feel like sleeping whenever I lean against you."
She blinked: "Would you like to sleep on my lap?"
He shook his head.
She straightened her shoulders and said, "Stop talking. You can sleep a little longer."
"Yeah." He mumbled, his breathing just getting evener.
"A-Zan?" she suddenly asked again.
"Um?"
"That day, when you pounced, was it for me?"
He was silent for a second and then spoke tiredly: "No. There are many other people on the street. That was just my subconscious reaction."
"Oh." She knew he would answer this, but she didn't ask.
The surroundings became quiet, and she sat in the dark corner, her eyes peaceful.
The sound of his slow breathing could be heard in the ears; and outside the window, there was a blue sky, vast and far away; in a trance, it gave people a feeling of a long time ago. In this desolate and dark house.
The warm sunset slowly creeps up from my calves to my knees.
There were footsteps outside, and Li Zan suddenly woke up and quickly wiped his eyes and face. When he raised his head again, his eyes were clear and his expression was strong. There was no trace of weakness just now.
Benjamin ran in and said, "Lee, that family wants to thank you. They are waiting to leave."
Li Zan stood up, pulled Song Ran up from the ground, and said, "Let's go."
Following Benjamin out, the family of six stood neatly in the alley. Although they were weak and tortured, the couple looked at Li Zan with heartfelt smiles on their faces.
They are not very fluent in English and just keep saying thank you.
The little girl rushed forward and hugged Li Zan's legs. With a big smile on her face, she looked up at him and said, "Thank you!"
The smaller boy also ran up and hugged him. Li Zan bent down and touched their little heads.
The other two children stood aside, smiling shyly.
The family has nothing more to give, but we must say thank you personally.
After thanking each other, the couple led the children away.
Benjamin said government troops who came to pick up the prisoners would take them to safety.
He put his arm around Li Zan's shoulders and asked, "Are you okay now?"
Li Zan lifted his hand and said, "I have always been good. Now I am even better."
Benjamin smiled and patted his shoulder hard without asking any questions.
In front, several of his comrades were holding guns, sticking them in their waists, or leaning against the wall, all smiling at him in the sunset.
"E on, man!" (Come on, brother!) Machine gunner Morgan first extended his fist towards him. Li Zan smiled helplessly, clenched his fist and touched him.
Then came Kevin, the assaulter, who gave a high-five; then came George, the coverer, Suker, the artilleryman, and Allen, the medic, all high-fived.
Kevin smiled: "Okay! Now, our blasters have been upgraded."
…
Song Ran did not go back with Jose; she sat on the back of Li Zan's motorcycle and he took him back to Nancheng.
She hugged his waist tightly, closed her eyes, and let the wind blow.
It kept going south until Li Zan slowed down and stopped.
She opened her eyes, it was dusk, and the sky was filled with sunset.
He turned back: "Want to eat barbecue?"
There are not many shops open on the street, but there are several restaurants, and the smell of barbecue wafts along the street.
She wanted to eat, but was afraid that he would be tired: "Don't you go to rest first?"
He smiled lightly: "You can't go hungry."
"Then let's eat. It's dinner time too."
Li Zan locked the car and took Song Ran to a barbecue restaurant on the roadside. Just like when he was in Garo, he ordered barbecue, bread, lettuce, boiled beans, and two bottles of Coke.
There are many deserts in the north and few water resources. There was no water for washing hands in the store and only two wet handkerchiefs were given.
When the barbecue was brought up, Song Ran was very hungry. He rolled the barbecue with some dough and was about to put it into his mouth when he remembered something and raised the Coke cup towards him: "Clink the cup to celebrate."
"Celebrating what?"
Song Ran thought about it and said, "Celebrate that I know your secret."
He smiled helplessly and clinked glasses with her: "It's worth celebrating."
Song Ran drank more than half a cup of Coke and took a big bite of the barbecue roll.
"Is it delicious?" he asked.
"Yeah." She nodded repeatedly.
"That time when we were having late-night snacks in the Imperial City, you said that the barbecue was not delicious. Later, I wanted to take you to eat in Aare, but in those days of war, the shops were not open."
Song Ran didn't expect that he would always remember this, and he felt slightly sweet and said, "I think this time it tastes better than the one in Garo."
"Maybe there are more grasslands in the north and the meat quality is better. Eat more." He rolled another roll for her, but he was a little sleepy and had a bad appetite.
Halfway through the meal, he yawned several times and was not very energetic. I'm really exhausted today.
"Are you sleepy?" Song Ran asked.
"It's okay." He stood up and went to get ice water, but the water in the beverage cabinet had just been put in.
Li Zan said: "I'll go across the street to buy two bottles of ice."
Song Ran nodded.
He left the store and hurried to the other side of the street.
Song Ran rolled up a piece of barbecue and put it on his plate. At this time, several Western reporters came in carrying beer bottles and sat on the table next to them. She accidentally glanced and saw the foreign reporter who gave her a cigarette in the basement that day.
He saw her and laughed: "You have come to the north too? It's very dangerous here, aren't you afraid?"
Song Ran said calmly: "Aren't you here too? Why should I not come?"
"That's right. We reporters always run wherever there is danger. In other words, where there are dead people, we run. Haha." His face was red with wine, and he was laughing with his companions.
Song Ran disliked his tone and frowned.
When he saw it, he said disdainfully: "We are all reporters, admit it. Isn't what we are pursuing just to seize the explosive moment and become famous in one fell swoop?"
Song Ran said: "It seems that we are different not only in courage, but also in virtue."
"Wow!" The people at the table raised their eyebrows in provocation.
The reporter snorted: "Is it so difficult to admit your true thoughts? I know you made Candy and are famous around the world. Aren't you profiting from the suffering of this country? We are all the same."
Song Ran smiled faintly: "My efforts are worth everything I get. Are you so interested in my true inner thoughts? Then I will tell you what I think: It is reporters like you who profit from the suffering of others who have discredited the entire The reputation of the group. Please don't say "we" to me, I don't join in the same trend with you. The difference between you and me is that I can get the Pulitzer, but you can't get it no matter how much suffering you see. Not even ”
"Pah!" The reporter suddenly put down the beer bottle in his hand, got angry, stood up and was about to step forward.
Li Zan's cold and impolite voice came: "Is there any problem?" (Do you have any problem?)
The reporter glanced at his military uniform and recognized that he was the most difficult to mess with. He also had at least three guns on his body, and immediately shut up.
Li Zan placed two bottles of ice water on the table, took another step forward, and asked his companions: "What about you? Do you still have any questions?"
No one said a word and shook their heads silently.
Li Zan said: "A man is capable and down-to-earth and does his job well; what kind of gentleman is he who bullies a lady?"
Several people blushed, but did not dare to refute.
Li Zan stopped talking and didn't face any difficulties.
He came back and sat in front of Song Ran, his face sullen and a little angry. He looked at Song Ran, then his expression became more relaxed and said, "Don't be angry."
Song Ran pursed her lips tightly and almost laughed, how could she be angry. She looked directly at him, her eyes full of admiration and love, and her eyes were as bright as stars.
"..." Li Zan was stunned by her look and felt a little embarrassed.
A smile broke out from the corner of her mouth, and she touched his hand: "Don't be angry." She couldn't hide her excitement, "A-Zan, you just looked like a soldier."
Li Zan: "..."
Is this a good word
At this time, the bearded restaurant owner came over with another plate of barbecue and Coke and asked Song Ran: "candy?" (candy)
Song Ran was stunned and nodded.
The boss put down the tray, pointed to the food on the table, crossed his hands and waved, proudly making a no gesture: "all! Free!" (all free)
His English was not very good, so he turned around and pointed at the reporter at the table: "Out!"
The reporter immediately argued, but the boss didn't listen at all and waved them away impatiently. Other Dongguo customers in the store looked over one after another with unkind eyes; a few stood up and planned to come over.
The group of people cursed and spoke their own language and left the store.
The boss arranged the chairs and turned to Song Ran and Li Zan with a smile.
"..." Li Zan pursed his lips and nodded at him.
Song Ran grinned flattered.
She whispered: "Are we really not going to pay?"
Li Zan whispered: "You can leave it secretly under the plate."
"You are really smart."
"..." Li Zan said, "How many reporters do you know?"
"I've seen him in Ale before. He's very talkative but very timid. Don't worry." She knew he was feeling uncomfortable and said, "I'm fine. Didn't you see how powerful I was just now?"
He smiled: "Yes." But he still didn't want to see it, always feeling that she was being bullied.
Song Ran: "So don't quarrel with me in the future, otherwise you will definitely lose."
He looked at her with penetrating eyes: "I won't quarrel with you."
"That's good." She said to herself again, "But if we really quarrel, I will definitely not be able to win against you."
"Why?"
"because… "
I like you so much. She blushed: "If you say harsh words, I will definitely..."
I'm so sad that I can't say a word, so why should I argue.
Li Zan thought about it and asked, "When did I talk to you and you felt it was too heavy?"
"Not yet. I'll tell you later."
"Then I won't say harsh words to you in the future."
She smiled: "Okay."
But just after I finished speaking, I remembered that when we broke up, we didn't argue or say too many words, it was just...
She pushed the thought away.
After eating and returning to her residence, Li Zan was really tired this time. As soon as she entered the room, she fell on the bed and couldn't get up.
Song Ran took off his military uniform and asked, "Is it okay if you sleep here with me?"
"It's okay. There will be no missions for the next few days." He took off the sleeves of his military uniform, rolled in sideways, and said vaguely, "One mission can last for a few days. You have to fight every day, and you won't be useless."
Song Ranzheng took off his pants, pulled hard, and took the others with him. He rolled on his side on the bed, his face buried in the pillow, and the next few words were indistinct.
And he was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to turn his head, and his nose was just pressed into the pillow.
Song Ran helped him turn his body sideways. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply and slowly.
There is not enough water here to take a bath. She brought a basin of water, twisted a towel, and wiped his face and neck. He was half awake by the cold water, opened his eyes slightly, and remembered to do it himself.
She pushed him down and said, "Lie down and don't move." She then wiped his body carefully.
He curled the corners of his lips and tilted his head as if he had fallen asleep.
Song Ran wiped his body while checking the scars. There were a few new bruises on the legs, as well as some minor skin injuries; the same was true on the arms.
She checked them all and found that they were all minor injuries and there were no particularly deep new ones. She felt relieved at least.
It's just that there are scars from last year's explosion on his back, and it still hurts to look at it.
She rubbed his back and suddenly remembered the moment when she rushed to hug him when he defused the bomb.
At that moment, she was scared, panicked, and helpless; but she was determined, determined, desperate, and just wanted to be with him. She thought she would give him strength, but unexpectedly, her heart was shocked.
At that time, she held him tightly and felt his fear and despair, his pain and regret, but she also felt his struggle, his firmness, his fight, his mission, and his kindness. The moment the world went silent, she felt endless power. The flow continued, filling her heart.
Ah Zan, you are the best person I have ever met.
…favorite person.
Song Ran cleaned him up and scrubbed himself, then closed the curtains and climbed onto the bed, lying on his side next to him.
Li Zan was breathing heavily, his head tilted on the pillow, only half of his face was exposed, and his long eyelashes touched the pillow.
Song Ran stared at him quietly.
Within a few seconds, he felt her breath and fumbled her into his arms.
It was very early and the sun was setting outside. But Song Ran followed him and closed her eyes peacefully, preparing to fall asleep.
But he suddenly moved in his sleep, as if he was thinking about something, and he couldn't sleep peacefully.
"Did you have anything else you wanted to tell me just now?"
Song Ran didn't remember.
"slowly."
"Huh?" She was still thinking about it.
"We will never break up again."
She was startled, but before she could react, he muttered to himself, "Last time doesn't count, no points."
He was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes, and breathed deeply: "It's settled. No matter what happens in the future, even if you lose your temper, quarrel, or have a cold war... Anyway, we won't break up."
She whispered: "Okay."
He buried his head into the pillow, and this time, he fell asleep peacefully.
She also closed her eyes and fell asleep in the dusk, having a peaceful night's sleep.