As Hassan went, the crowd of marchers moved out of the way, like a receding tide, like a crowd of courtiers meeting their king.

Hassan kept walking in, the crowd kept retreating, and finally Hassan stood under the iron fence gate, and the crowd was completely divided into two by him.

This is the aura of a leader, the unique temperament brought by being in a high position for a long time.

Hassan's appearance made the person who led the troublemaker no longer dare to show his head, and the crowd that had just shouted loudly fell silent.

"I'm suffering, can I go in?" said Hassan, who was half a meter away from the iron gate, and there was a sense of kindness as he spoke.

Yang Ziman walked out of Du Feng's umbrella, she mustered up the courage to stand at the gate of the fence, and took out a key from her pocket with some trembling, Du Feng could see that this little girl was still very scared, and she didn't go in at the lock hole for a long time with the key in her hand.

"Squeak!" came the sound of a metal shaft writhing, and it was extremely harsh in the silence.

Hassan stood in front of Yang Ziman, leaned over and said: "Suffering, all this is our fault, I am willing to apologize to you on behalf of my people, can you forgive us?"

Yang Ziman doesn't know what the relationship between Hassan and Du Feng is, and she doesn't know who is behind Salem, in her cognition, Hassan Assad is a hero who liberated Syria, a great man who can be included in the world hall. Such a great leader stood in front of her, and she was a little overwhelmed.

"Me?" Yang Ziman's voice trembled faintly, not knowing whether he was excited or silent in the fright just now.

"The teacher didn't do anything wrong!" A student about ten years old in the grade ran over, this is the child who has just been protected by Yang Ziman, and he said in a childish voice: "Is the teacher still in pain?"

"I, me, it doesn't hurt. Yang Ziman finally couldn't help it, and the tears that had just been stopped by Du Feng continued to flow down like a spring.

Hassan was still so majestic, he stood there looking at the man behind Yang Ziman, turned around and continued to look at the pair of foreign teachers and students, as if a burden fell on his shoulders. The words of comfort were held in my mouth for a long time and could not be spoken.

In fact, during this period of time, Yang Ziman has been teaching at Aleppo No. 1 Primary School, she uses her stiff Arabic to get along with the teenage children slowly, she teaches mathematics courses while learning the language, the time is not too long, but a different kind of family relationship has been established between her and these students.

"I don't have a cultural invasion!" finally Yang Ziman seemed to have made up her mind, and she said loudly:

"I was born in China, a country where we have suffered like you, when all the leaders in the world slaughtered us at will, the Germans beat our cities, the British bullied our people, the French trampled on our dignity, and the Japanese plunged the entire land of China into a disaster, we survived, but we also reflected. ”

Yang Ziman controlled his trembling legs, and continued: "Dad said, everything that caused this in that period of history was the influence of complete seclusion, we like pear orchards, we don't like technology, we admire the eight strands of our ancestors, and we aspire to be the top one day, but what is the outside world like? We never cared, when we were still thinking about the Celestial Empire, the British and Dutch outside launched a naval battle of hundreds of fleets on the Atlantic, and they invented guns, trains, and airplanes. What else do we have? We can only use our cavalry to collide with the enemy's guns, and use our own flesh and blood to resist the enemy's artillery fire. ”

"I didn't think about cultural invasion, I think your culture is the best in the world, so gorgeous that I can't open my eyes, but the war has ruined all this, in my country children will be sent to school to study, at least nine years of study, but these children are so young, but they can only wait on the streets to be abandoned by the times, I just want to help these children learn mathematics, what's wrong with that?"

Yang Ziman cried again, this time she was even more aggrieved than just now, a kind of pain that was misunderstood and then spurred on. In full view of everyone, Yang Ziman is like a child who has turned the wrong one, which is pitiful.

After a long silence in the crowd, someone finally stood up and said, "I was wrong!"

"It's her, I know her!" said one man, "She brought food to our family." ”

Another person also shouted: "I remember her! My wife's serious injury was operated on by the Huaxia doctor, and it was she, this Huaxia girl gave my woman the medicine." ”

Suddenly a power awakened in the crowd,

Suddenly, a little girl hiding behind Du Feng stood up and shouted to the adults at the door, "ungrateful!"

"Ungrateful?" At this moment, people finally realized what they were doing, fighting for power for the church and pursuing freedom of belief, but why they surrounded the school here, smashed the Huaxia teacher with stones, and cursed the benefactor who had saved their country.

"The Qur'an tells us to be good, but our fellow citizens, is this how we treat our benefactors?" said a man who looked a little like a member of the Church, as he said as a man in a white robe behind him, tugging at him, trying to hide it.

Hassan stood there, and suddenly he turned to face the crowd and said: "Compatriots, we have experienced war until now, everyone can enjoy peace, everyone has a job, there is abundant food, warm clothing, Salem has just been established, as a representative of the government, all I can promise is that it will be better in the future, and it will never be worse than now!"

Only those who have experienced hardship know how hard the peace is to come by, and in Hassan's words, an atmosphere of remorse gradually leaks from the crowd.

"In addition!" Hassan said loudly, "I will tell you the exciting news that six hours ago, the 1st Division of Salem captured Deir Ezzor, which is occupied by extremist groups, and Deir Ezzor Province was officially liberated!"

The crowd stood stunned, looking at their leader, and it wasn't until ten seconds later that the crowd shouted.

"Hooray!"

"Long live! Long live Salem!"

What kind of sense of belonging does it take for these people to recognize their identity as Salem people in a short period of time? It's too easy, that is, to take them out of the war, which Hassan has done with the help of the hurricane company, people have been suppressed for too long, the extremist organization entrenched in Deir ez-Zor is an eternal nightmare in everyone's heart, hearing that the extremist organization has been annihilated, this demonstration has finally officially come to an end in a long live voice.