Taking off his blue uniform and wearing a civilian suit, Kazuki Gumen glanced at the address in his hand, compared it for a while, and then walked into the newspaper office, and asked the security guard at the door: "Hello, let me ask, where is Ji Yazhun who took this photo now? Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Ji Yazhun?" The security guard at the door carefully checked the phone book, and then shook his head: "You are in the wrong place, we don't have a reporter named Ji Yazhun here." ”

"Please check it carefully," Gumen Kazuki held up the newspaper in his hand, pointed to the photo on it, and said, "You see, it's Ji Yajun who took this photo." ”

"It's a newspaper that is indeed published by a newspaper, but there really isn't this reporter now, so I guess I've left my job. The security guard shook his head: "You can go to another house." ”

The conversation between the two was overheard by a passing woman, who walked over and looked at Gumen Yihui for a while, and asked cautiously, "I'm sorry, do you know Ji Yajun?"

"Well, I saw these pictures he took and felt touched in my heart, so I wanted to know more about Mr. Himiya. I wonder how he managed to take these heart-touching photos?" Scratching his head, he held up the photo in his hand and said, "I'd love to get to know Mr. Himiya." ”

"I didn't expect anyone to remember it now," the woman smiled, walked to the table in the hall not far away, put the newspaper on it and flipped through it one by one, and Kazuki Gumen sat opposite the girl, and asked with a strange face, "Why did Mr. Himiya quit his job at the newspaper?"

The woman flipped the newspaper over to the side of the battlefield and said, "This photo taken by Ji Yajun has been tormenting him all the time, making him so painful that he can't work at the newspaper at all." ”

"Alas?!, as a journalist, he took a photo... Torture him?" Lonely Door Kazuki looked at this girl with a serious face in a daze, how could he feel so ridiculous? Of course, the reporter was going to take a photo, this was his profession, but he was tortured by his own profession, and it was a bit ridiculous to think about it.

"When Ji Yajun first joined the company, he should have belonged to a hot-blooded young man, with a strong sense of justice and ambition. He used his camera to expose the unfair things that filled society, one after another, but... The darkness of society is endless, and gradually Ji Yajun is tired of prying eyes on desires, and even begins to wonder if there is a need for such a dark human society. The girl recounted Himiya's past: "He forced himself out of here and went to the battlefield where there is only life and death. With the determination to die, he threw himself into the occupation of photography. ”

"Are these the pictures he took on the battlefield?" Lonely Kazuki looked down at the photos in the newspapers, each one of which was so shocking, and the cruelty of the war and the people who suffered were all exposed in the photos.

"But the irony is that what he didn't find in the peaceful world found the most beautiful smile of the girl who comforted his soul on the cruel battlefield," the girl named Megumi Sakuda pointed to the girl in the photo who was blown up in the air and said, "Her name is Serra, she is a girl who lost her family in the war, and she treats Himiya-kun like her own brother." Ji Yajun said that he spent the best time of his life in that war-torn world of death. ”

"I found a beautiful smile on the battlefield of death, really..."Lonely Kazuki didn't know what to say, it was a battlefield that represented death, but he found a beauty that he didn't have in the peaceful world, which has to be said to be a great irony.

"But..."Megumi Sakuda pursed her lips and sighed and continued: "Once, Ji Ya-kun went to take pictures of the battlefield and left Serra, but I didn't expect Serra to follow him to find him. And then... Ji Yajun watched as Serra, who he regarded as his sister, fell on the battlefield, and Ji Yajun was also hit by a bullet. ”

Ji Yajun has always felt guilty and guilty about this matter, and feels that if it weren't for him, Serra would not have come to the battlefield to find him, and then stay on the battlefield forever. Megumi Sakuda said this, with a mocking smile on her face: "But what is even more ironic is that these photos that make Himiya-kun feel extremely painful and remorseful have been praised all over the world and nominated for famous foreign awards. Everyone is praising Ji Yajun and praising him for not fearing life and death to go deep into the battlefield to take photos that expose the cruelty of war, but no one sees Ji Yajun's pain and remorse. ”

That's why he quit his job at the newspaper. Lonely Gate Kazuki pursed his lips and couldn't help but sigh, staring at the photos on the desktop, which seemed to others to be just pictures of the battlefield. But for Ji Yajun, it is a painful memory that cannot be looked back, but such a painful memory has become his honor, which has to be said to be a deep irony.

"He anesthetizes himself with alcohol every day, and only in this way can he temporarily forget that nightmarish memory," Megumi Sakuda's eyes were a little red: "Every day is spent in drunken dreams, but he still can't get rid of that nightmarish memory." Until one day he disappeared and disappeared from the field of vision of all of us, and no one knew where Ji Ya-kun had run away. ”

"Probably because he wanted to leave this sad place, as long as he got to a place where no one knew him, no one would mention the photo again, and he wanted to forget this painful memory. Lonely Door Yihui said with great emotion.

"Probably," Megumi Sakuda looked up and continued, "I went to look for him when he came back suddenly half a year ago, and once he told me that he couldn't sleep well at night, and even if he finally fell asleep, he would wake up because he dreamed of that girl. In the dream, he was in a dense forest, and the girl's cry kept echoing in his ears, just like the cry that was looking for him on the battlefield that day, which made Ji Yajun feel very painful. And... That dream grew on its own. ”

"Dream grows... How is it possible?" Lonely Kazuki felt like he had heard a fantasy, and his dream could still grow.

That's what Ji Ya-kun said, and he followed the girl's cry and kept walking and walking in the dense forest, which was full of mist, and every time he dreamed of this dense forest, he would be closer to the voice that called out to him. Then, in a dream that he didn't know how many times, he saw a ruin, an incredible ruin that he had never seen before. ”