Gesang hid in the attic, holding the blood-stained doll, and quietly looked out the window through the hole-in-the-wall of the attic, which had been damaged by cannon pieces.

"Gesang, come down, eat bread. "Downstairs came the voices of happy neighbors.

Today, there is bread. Everyone shared the activities in the underground auditorium, and Gesang also shared.

"Luckily, the seven of us went to line up today, and both Gesang and Sanji went in!"

"Ten loaves of bread, great, great!"

"Gesang, come down!"

The voice of calling for Gesang again came, and then I heard a sound of footsteps walking towards the attic, and the neighbor poked his head out in the narrow stairwell and saw Gesang nested in the corner of the attic, and his tone softened instantly.

"Baby, don't be sad, you have to eat your stomach first. ”

Gesang didn't speak, just looked into the distance through the broken walls, the direction Scholk had left.

Ay...... The neighbor sighed softly and went downstairs.

"Gesang's soup is here first, and then eat it when she's hungry. She whispered to the others.

Gesang's doll was at her feet, one side dyed red, and it looked a little strange in the night, and she just looked at the dilapidated scenery outside, and after a while, with a roar, the lights of the whole city went out, and the surroundings became dark.

Gesang, who was shrouded in darkness in an instant, hurriedly picked up the doll and held it in his arms.

"You should take the doll with you, so you won't be afraid of the dark, Uncle Shorer. Gesang buried her head in her knees, kissed the doll softly, and then cried lowly.

No one knows how complicated little Gesang's mood is at this time, there are so many complicated worlds hidden in her young heart, she doesn't know why there are battlefields, why there is death, and why there is Shore. She hated with the people around her, hated, and fled with the people around her.

She has no judgment, at least not very accurate.

The heart is so big that it can't hide this complexity.

Eventually, she raised her head and wiped her tears, her eyes filled with hatred once more, and a few gunshots rang out outside, making her body tremble with shock.

She suddenly decided something, and stood up suddenly, only to hear a thud, because she got up too quickly and firmly, forgetting that there was a beam on this piece, and her head was slammed, and Gesang's face turned red at once.

She held back her tears, touched her head, and ran down quickly with the doll.

"It's so late, where is Gesang going?!" Before the neighbor could react, she had already gone downstairs.

"I'll be back in a minute!"

Gesang ran towards the tomb mountain, at night, there were not many people outside, but there were some people on the way to the tomb mountain, some people had just lost their relatives, and would always go to the tomb mountain in the dead of night to talk to their relatives underground. Running all the way to the area where her parents were buried, Gesang actually couldn't tell which of the large and small layers of dirt was under her parents, after all, there were too many people, but as long as she arrived at this one, she felt at ease.

Picking up a small plank from the ground, Gesang quickly dug it up, and after digging a small hole, she turned her head to look at the doll that was placed aside. Slowly picking it up, he reached out and touched the doll's face, and flicked some of the dirt on it.

Took the nose and sniffed, the smell of blood.

Ay......

A gentle sigh came from the five-year-old doll, full of vicissitudes, and this sense of vicissitudes appeared in a young child, which made people sad.

She gently lowered the doll into the pit, reached out and wiped her tears, and buried her doll in the twilight.

"The doll is useless, or the gun is useful. She stood up, the sadness in her eyes turned to coldness, looked at the little graveyard of the doll, and turned away.

What is buried, not to mention a doll, is Gesang's childhood.

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There was a deep sadness in the international press station, and all the reporters gathered in the small living room on the second floor, the door of Mr. Scholk's room closed.

"I didn't get any flowers, and the flowers were bought, saying that it was an event in the underground auditorium. A man hurried up, looked annoyed, put his hat aside, sat down in a chair and shook his head.

Flowers sacrifice to the deceased, and there is no way to lay Shalke without flowers.

"In the morning, when he went out, he said good morning to me, why did he go?"

"He worked too hard, and he had long put life and death out of the way. ”

The reporters searched everywhere and finally found a few cauliflower flowers in the kitchen and placed them in front of Mr. Sholke's house. According to the procedure, Sholke's family should have received the news by this time and will be able to come here tomorrow to collect his belongings.

The most important thing about this relic is what he interviewed.

After a moment of silence, the reporters dispersed heavily and returned to their rooms. Predictably, the manuscript they are going to write today is related to Scholke.

Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing went back to the room, neither of them spoke, Yan Jiucheng sat in front of the notebook and exported all the photos taken, tomorrow the scientist will get on the plane, he has to write a manuscript, release the news, and create an opportunity for the interview after the scientist comes here.

The sound of crackling and tapping on the keyboard sounded rhythmically in the quiet room, Yan Jiucheng deliberately did not look at the photo of Xiao Erke before his death, while Gu Miqing took a clean handkerchief and carefully wiped his helmet with water.

War correspondents often record the deaths of others, and it is rare for their own deaths to be recorded in such a complete way. And at the time of recording, it happened to be on Wishing Street, and there were beautiful ribbons fluttering around the dilapidated streets, and there was a falling glow in the distance, and a lonely bird, which was even rarer.

The manuscript was written quickly, and it only took an hour for Yan Jiucheng to finish writing this manuscript that was enough to wait for the headlines of major news in the world in exchange for Scholke's life: the death of a war correspondent.

After writing this, he attached the scene of the street fight he filmed and wrote a short draft about the street fight.

Tomorrow, this report will appear in major media outlets, and Yan Jiucheng, who filmed the first scene, easily beat other reporters' reports on Shorer's death, and the final video of Shorer's death he shot will also appear in countless TV news.

This should be the most sensational news in this war zone this year.

"That's what Scholk wants, and I want the world to pay attention to it. Gu Miqing gently stroked the helmet, only to feel that time passed so fast, in the blink of an eye, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

"He has been here for many years, eager to dig up the dirt behind the war, but in the end he has only regrets. Yan Jiucheng looked at the small icon of Shore's photo in the album folder, but he couldn't bear to click on it, turned his head and glanced at Gu Miqing: "Sleep, let's all have a good rest today, and ...... tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, it's a new day. Gu Miqing put the helmet aside, lay down on the bed, and looked at the ceiling.

Tomorrow is not only a new day, but a dangerous day.

As soon as the scientists land, there will be a large number of agents around them, and the experimental potions they carry will attract the attention of the dark organizations here, and it is likely that there will even be other powerful horror groups staring at them.

Bio-potions are something that both good and evil crave.

Yan Jiucheng lay down beside Gu Miqing and gently covered her with a quilt, Gu Miqing turned his head to look at Yan Jiucheng, and suddenly felt a little trance: "How long have we been here?"

"Three days. ”

"It's only been three days. Gu Miqing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his voice choked up after only three days: "Four years, Shaloke has actually stayed here for four years." ”

Tears slid down.

Scholke, who stayed for four years, finally left with regrets.

The long three days, the four years between the two years, the different speeds of the same year, just flow slowly and quickly, and the difference is what will happen to Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing who are standing at the end of the slow years, and Xiao Erke who is standing at the end of the rapid years.

"The years are getting late, and there are no regrets. Yan Jiucheng closed his eyes, and the last face of Xiao Erke appeared in his mind, and this sentence made Gu Miqing cry again.

"The years are getting late, and there are no regrets. She read it softly and said, "There are only regrets in this place, it's better to live in a peaceful country, there are really only regrets here." ”

Suddenly, Gu Miqing only felt that her hand was being held, and the hand stretched out from the quilt was firm and warm, and she turned her head to look at Yan Jiucheng in surprise.

"It's not just regrets. Yan Jiucheng turned sideways and looked at Gu Miqing: "You see, the newlyweds in the underground auditorium, they harvest love in this desolate place, under the nose of death, and they yearn for ordinary happiness. ”

The ordinary is what people here desire the most, and it is impossible to get.

They can't be like young people in peaceful countries who go to the streets, watch a movie, buy a rose, their children can't go to school when they should go to school, laugh when they should laugh, and they can't even have a complete ordinary dinner with rice, vegetables and soup.

"When they got married, that kind of happiness that came from the heart...... Yan Jiucheng's hand held Gu Miqing's hand tightly: "Do you feel that they are grasping that little bit of joy and happiness?"

Gu Miqing nodded.

Even in this sad area where there is a lot of artillery, the people here still grasp an inch of joy, love and reproduction, and love.

Yan Jiucheng sat up, one hand still holding Gu Miqing's hand tightly, and the other hand took the pen from the bedside table and wrote this line on the wall:

It's too late,

Empty regrets.

Time looks forward to the ordinary,

An inch of joy.

———— to war correspondents, MSF, volunteers, and refugees who have been resilient in the face of disasters, may there be peace in the world.