Chapter 117: Black Happiness

At three o'clock in the morning the next morning, the silence was broken by a dense burst of gunfire.

Gu Miqing bounced up from the stool, leaned against the window, stretched out his hand to poke the mirror out of the curtain, and looked at it.

"It's their routine shooting. Yan Jiucheng got up from the bed but didn't look at the window, but immediately glanced at the monitor in the notebook, and saw that the reporters in the room had long been accustomed to it, and most of them turned over and continued to sleep, but Shaloke opened the bullet at once.

He rushed to the window and pulled back the curtains, grabbed his binoculars and looked out, and immediately began to pack his things.

"Pack up your things and get ready to work. Seeing this, Yan Jiucheng immediately picked up his camera backpack, which had already placed all kinds of spy weapons.

"Let's go now?" Although Gu Miqing was a little puzzled, he quickly rushed to the bathroom and looked at his face in the mirror, making some fake skins more compliant.

No wonder Gu Miqing was surprised, you must know that it is only three o'clock in the morning, although there was a gunshot just now, but this is an unwritten custom in this area for many years: people here believe that when the guns are fired at three o'clock in the morning, those relatives who died because of the war can follow the gunshots to find their homes, and the souls will stay at home until half past four, when the sun begins to rise outward, and when everything recovers, they will leave.

This is similar to the meaning of the ghost door opening at one or two o'clock in the morning in Eastern mythology, and the yin qi is full.

"Knock knock. Yan Jiucheng's door was knocked violently.

Gu Miqing immediately leaned against the back of the door with a gun in his hand, glared at Yan Jiucheng, and signaled him not to stand at the door, in case the opposite side shot and broke the door and was shot.

"Don't be nervous, it should be Scholk. Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand and patted Gu Miqing's shoulder and opened the door.

"Dude, aren't you going to Zone C too? Let's go, I have to go to shoot Gesang in the morning. Outside the door was Shorke, who was wearing a camera backpack, a brown cowhide jacket, and a toothbrush in his mouth, and ran to his room.

Yan Jiucheng hurriedly called Lao Hang and Xuanlin, and in just three minutes, the group gathered downstairs.

At this moment, a cold wind blew, and a light drizzle drifted in the air.

Several people shuddered.

It's spring here, and it's said that it's hard to survive the spring cold. This is true, it is also suitable here, this spring cold is coming, it was very hot yesterday, and it is like freezing in the morning.

"It's cold in this place?" Lao Hang took out a cigarette from his pocket, just wanted to light it, thought about it, and still didn't smoke it, lest the sparks attract guns.

"So many people?" Sholke ran down the stairs, and saw four people standing below, his face full of astonishment.

"Introduction, driver, photographer, and ......" Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand and grabbed Gu Miqing: "My girlfriend is as good at battlefield reporting as I am." ”

Xiao Erke had seen Gu Miqing yesterday, and he also knew that Lao Hang and Xuan Lin were with Yan Jiucheng, but so many people went, he was very surprised, and immediately shook his head: "No, there are too many people, it's not safe, one * down, they are all dead." ”

"Then divide it into two cars, I'll drive a car, Xuanlin, Shaloke, you and my car, Gu Miqing you drive a car." Lao Hang immediately answered and stretched out his hand to Shore: "I came here the year before, I am familiar with this area, make friends." ”

Lao Hang's familiar personality and inexplicable familiarity made Sholk hurriedly stretch out his hand.

Yan Jiucheng knew that what this ocean thief was best at was to make strangers have an inexplicable sense of trust in him in a short period of time, so he saw Shaloke nodded: "That's okay, but I'm going to take pictures of Gesang, I'll still follow Yan Jiucheng's car." ”

With that, Scholk walked into the courtyard, where several cars were parked, one of which was prepared by the old hanger.

"Pay attention to cooperate, where I have swept, you will immediately place the signal. Yan Jiucheng whispered and patted Lao Hang's shoulder: "Don't get too close to us, don't go too far." ”

"Your car is too new, no, drive someone else's. Sholk circled around the old crane's car, shook his head again and again, stretched out his hand to touch a few bullet holes in the other car, and explained: "A car without bullet holes is prone to bullet holes. ”

This is a little superstition that journalists who have worked in war zones for a long time have.

It's like the safest place is in a crater, and you always feel that a car with a bullet hole is better, and a car without a bullet hole is sure to eat bullets.

Lao Hang hesitated.

This car looks like an ordinary van, but in fact there are a lot of spy weapons, if you change the car......

"We've got a little bit of a better car, a lot of horsepower. Yan Jiucheng walked up quickly, grabbed Scorke, who was about to get into other cars, pulled out the gun from his pocket, and said with a smile: "New car, new bullet holes, good luck." ”

With a bang, it hit the car door, leaving a dented bullet hole.

"I've been hit by a bullet in this car today, and I won't get it again, so get in the car, brother. Yan Jiucheng pulled the car door and sat in the co-pilot, Gu Miqing jumped into the driver's seat to drive, and casually threw a bag of dolls into the back seat.

Shaloke thought about it, this is the truth, since he was hit by a bullet today, he will definitely not be hit again.

It's good luck.

Gotta get this car.

So he jumped up and sat in the back seat.

"East side passes. Shorer pointed, reached out and pulled the plastic bag for a moment, and looked at the doll inside.

"We've been here, we know the road, you just tell me where Gesang is, I'll send you over for an interview first, and we'll also go over to see if there's anything to shoot. As soon as Gu Miqing stepped on the accelerator, the car rushed out of the yard, and on the road late at night, the sound of the car starting was particularly loud.

Yan Jiucheng took the national flag out of his pocket, opened the window and sucked it to the roof of the car, and so did Scholk, sucking his flag to the other side. Here, both government forces and black organizations know that it is usually journalists who hang the national flag on the car.

In this way, although it will attract black organizations, it is not good to take you hostage, but at least you can avoid most of the accidental injuries when the government armies of the three countries exchanged fire, and now we are going to the war zone, this road is full of government troops, and there are fewer black organizations.

"Let's go to the cemetery, Gesang and his brother are buried today, I have to take a picture. When Sholke said this, he sighed softly, looked out the window, and smiled bitterly: "There are quite a lot of materials over there, and there are all the miserable materials, you can look for them." ”

Yan Jiucheng looked at Shore through the rearview mirror, and saw that he opened the plastic bag and took out a doll from it, his eyes were a little sad.

"After a while, you give Gesang a doll, this child has always liked dolls, and when her mother was still alive, she held a rag doll every day. Sholk handed the doll to Yan Jiucheng.

"Why don't you give it to her yourself?" asked Yan Jiucheng.

"You better give it, poor boy. Scholk put his finger in his hair, which had not been washed for days, and his dandruff was flying and messy.

"How long have you been filming her, are you going to make a series?" Yan Jiucheng, who was born as a reporter, judged something and asked.

Sholke nodded, sighing faintly.

Shorke has been with Gesang for a long time, and it will take six months.

The first time I photographed Gesang, it was when the war was going on, her father carried her and ran over where * was flying, and Scholk just pressed the shutter at that time, and Gesang entered his camera like this.

At the time, he didn't think Gesang was any different.

"You know, it's easy to shoot a child crying under the flames of war in this place, but now it doesn't even touch the death film, there are deaths everywhere, civilians are dying every day. When I pressed the shutter that day, I really didn't expect Gesang to become the object of my long-term follow-up, but when I came back and screened the photos, she was really different. ”

Sholk's eyes burst with passion, the kind of passion that a journalist sees a shocking picture, bright.

As he spoke, he took out a somewhat wrinkled photo from his pocket and handed it to Yan Jiucheng.

Yan Jiucheng saw it, and his heart moved.

This is a photo that is a little dim, and the angle does not even match the golden section of the photo, if it is placed in normal times, it is definitely a bad photo. Gesang was held by a young, desperate man, whose face was scarred and bleeding, and his somewhat emaciated arms were holding his daughter tightly, followed by Gesang's mother with a frightened face, and a little boy crying loudly, and behind the little boy was a young man who turned his head to look at the bricks flying over.

That young man must have been the one who died yesterday.

What about Gesang?

Instead of crying or making a fuss, she laughed and dragged a small kite in her hand.

Her smile was so innocent, like an angel, and that strong sense of security and trust in her parents who would absolutely protect her was vividly reflected in a four or five-year-old girl.

"I followed her for six months, and her smile disappeared little by little. Sholk once again put his finger in his hair, as he does when he was in a bad time, and looked out the window: "First my father died, then my little brother died, and he ran on the ground, and then her mother died, and this was all that was left." ”

Shorer pointed to the young man who had turned his head and didn't get a picture of the front, and said no more.

The last loved one also died yesterday and was beheaded.

This set of photographs records the tragedy of little Sanger, and the tragedy of a civilian, especially a child, is the most resonant in the world. It caused a repercussion, and it made people pay attention here.

Focusing on this, a place that has been fought for more than ten years, Scholke used his power as a journalist to try to draw the attention of international arbitration and return peace here.

The car pulled up to a ruin.

This is the outermost point near the war zone.

When I got out of the car, the visibility of the dense fog was not high, but I could hear all kinds of crying, including women, men, children, and the elderly. Some are hoarse, some are hoarse, and some are slapping themselves.

This piece of ruins is a cemetery for civilians, but there is no place to bury, because there are too many dead people, they are all thrown into a big pit, and they are casually pushed down and buried.

Yan Jiucheng took two steps and stepped on a strange thing, he bent down to take a look, only to see a hand stretched out from the ruins, stepped on by him, and he hurriedly bounced away.

This place is full of dead people, and they are panicking.

"Every week, an excavator comes and makes a big hole for these newly dead people and piles them together. Shorke pointed into the distance: "Gesang is there." ”

Not far away, under the thick fog, a small, thin body stood high in the ruins, standing on tiptoe and looking into the distance, holding a piece of paper in his hand. She wore very little, but her complexion was dark, and she couldn't tell if her mouth was frozen purple or black in itself.

Shivering.

"Aren't you afraid, Gesang?" a little boy next to him looked around tremblingly: "Let's almost go, I'm so scared, it's too dark." ”

"I'm not afraid. Gesang shook her head and looked into the distance, the fog made it impossible for her to see far, but her gaze seemed to penetrate everything, full of hope.

Even, with a smile on her lips.

It's completely different from the crying and crying around you.

"It's too dark. The little boy held the cross and shook vigorously: "You sneaked out...... I knew I wasn't coming with you. ”

Gesang held up the paper in his hand, on which his brother's head was drawn: "I like the night the most, because only at night, my family will come here to meet through the sound of gunshots, and I love the night." ”

As she spoke, she shouted loudly: "Dad, Mom, little brother, big brother, I'm here! Come to me! I'm little Gesang, your little darling, have you seen me?!"