Xiao Ya's next work is about war, and she needs to interview people who have been on the battlefield. If you don't seize the time and actively visit some post-war survivors, you may not have a chance in the future.

With the tools needed for the interview, Xiao Ya took the bus to an old man's home. It is said that it is a bus, every time I get on the bus, there are no seats, there are many people on the bus, it is very crowded, many people are raising their hands, grabbing the pole, the whole carriage, like purgatory.

After getting off the bus, Xiao Ya looked at the surrounding streets and found that the places that followed the bus were all in the same style, with many people in the car and quite noisy. However, in this noise, there is still a quiet place, and there is a community, which attracts Xiao Ya's attention. This community is where the old man Xiao Ya wants to visit lives, Xiao Ya looked at the information in the notebook, which unit, how many floors, which door, Xiao Ya confirmed it in her heart.

It was a door on the left side of the third floor, and Xiao Ya knocked softly. The door was opened by a middle-aged woman, she had a big face, she must be very beautiful when she was young, and of course, she was still very beautiful.

Xiao Ya explained her intention and briefly introduced herself. The aunt let her in, and she sat on a long but shabby sofa, the color of which was gray. The sofa cover as a whole is gray, it is checkered, and the gray background has a faint earthy yellow line, and the gray bottom is cut into many small squares. Then there were dark blue flowers, what kind of flowers were flowers, Xiao Ya didn't know, and no one cared about these.

There was a man lying on the bed, and it was an old man who looked rather tough. His hair should have been combed, flat, standing on end, and his hair was completely white.

One of his legs was bare and slightly curled.

The aunt who welcomed Xiao Ya in just now was his lover, and his lover's hair was still black, and it could be seen that his wife was dozens of years younger than him.

The old man lying on the bed began his story, and he could often immerse himself in his own memories. In the past, he was a soldier, and in those years of war, life was fragile, and if he didn't do it well, he would lose his life.

Carrying a gun and walking on a muddy road, he thought that in that battle, he might die. When the bullet hit the knee of his left leg, he fell in pain, and then he watched as his blood seeped out of his trouser leg. He had to fall down, trying to cover but not daring to cover his knees. The pain was so intense that it made him tremble. His heart was desperate, his mind was blank, and there was the terrible sound of bullets passing through the air in his ears.

Xiao Ya saw that the old man's right hand was on his knee, and his right hand was incomplete because it was missing three fingers. The three fingers were damaged, and one of them was two-thirds left, and one of them was a third, and one of them was cut off from the root.

This finger was blown off by a bomb. At that time, on the battlefield, he was holding a bomb, but the bomb exploded, blowing off his finger. At that time, he felt the moment the bomb exploded, and thought he was going to die, but fortunately, he only broke his finger.

War is cruel, he can make many strangers become enemies in an instant, and can take many more lives. As a person who has experienced a brutal war, the old man in front of Xiao Ya treats his past with an extremely rational attitude.

It was a time of war, and in those years he did not know when the war would end, and perhaps in his lifetime he would not see peace. Maybe tomorrow he will die on the battlefield.

He thought about all kinds of possibilities. Some of the envisaged results he was unwilling to accept. However, in a cruel environment, people have lost their hypocrisy, and in the face of life after that, despair prevails.

After learning about this old man's war experience, Xiao Ya had some fear in her heart, which was the fear of war. She was glad that she was born in a peaceful era, without suffering or fear, or suffering from such suffering, fear, intolerance, and despair.

The non-fiction, or reportage, that Xiao Ya wanted to write was about the war. She needed to interview more people who had lived through the war in order to gather detailed information.

A few friends know Xiao Ya's plan. The friends mentioned here are not her friends when she was in the foot massage shop, she no longer works in the foot massage shop, and those friends who are in the foot massage shop are no longer in contact. Xiao Ya is now a freelance writer, and some of her writer friends know that she is going to write a book about the war. But no one knows what she put into the book.

The roar of cars on the street suddenly made Xiao Ya think of the sound of war, she imagined the appearance of war, and heard the sound of cars on the street at the same time, she seemed to be on the battlefield.

The army is a stranger to Xiao Ya. As a woman, she is interested in some lovely things, but things with thick lines such as the army are not delicate enough, and Xiao Ya has never known much about it.

And if she wants to write such a book about war, she must understand the troops, and many situations in the troops need her to check the information and understand.

Cafe.

Xiao Ya and Xu Guo sat opposite each other, the sun shone on Xiao Ya's face, and her whole body was illuminated by the sun, but the sunlight on her face was particularly bright, so that she couldn't see Xiao Ya's face clearly.

To have free time, dried fruits to eat and drinks to drink is a great time of happiness. Xu Guo and Xiao Ya are enjoying such a time, they are sitting on the sofa, talking softly, chatting and talking.

Xu Guo had already learned about Xiao Ya's plan to write a book, and he had met many writers, but Xiao Ya was undoubtedly unique. Xiao Ya's body exudes a certain valuable temperament, which comes from Xiao Ya's grasp of history, human beings, culture, literature, art, etc. Such a temperament led Xu Guo to be very willing to sit opposite him and talk to him.

Night. Xu Guo walked from the kitchen to the bedroom with a plate of cakes, turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa to watch TV. He likes to change channels and choose programs, watch those TV stations, what content is being broadcast, and whether there is anything he likes. Watching TV is a pastime, and eating cake is a treat.

Xu Guo has been living a quiet life recently, this kind of day, in the eyes of some people, is vulgar, but Xu Guo is never tired of it. He doesn't think that there are completely noble people, people are vulgar, but occasionally they may be vulgar.

There are a lot of foods in the supermarket, all of which are added with various preparations, Xu Guo has eaten too many snacks bought from the supermarket recently, many of which are junk food, and Xu Guo is still happy to eat them.

Buying all kinds of items from the supermarket, most of them are food, and of course, there are many drinks, Xu Guo loves to eat.

The cake in front of him was not bought by Xu Guo in the supermarket. This cake was given to him by Xiao Ya. Xiao Ya wished him a happy birthday.

Someone else's things, take them in your hands, and stain them with someone else's light. Xu Guo does not easily accept gifts from others, and when he gets gifts from others, it means that he has a relationship with this person, at least a friend. More often than not, Xu Guo is willing to be alone, to contact a large number of strangers, rather than making a lot of friends.

It's not worth spending too much time on socializing with friends. Recently, Xu Guo has a very strong consciousness, he realized that people are constantly in contact with the good things in the world, and constantly work excellent things, they may not be able to achieve outstanding results and get a wonderful life, let alone contact those vulgar things.

Xu Guo, who has quit smoking, is on his sofa, watching TV programs. He found that there were too many shows that were not interesting. And those people in the show are very involved, they are immersed in the show, laughing and laughing, sometimes silly, sometimes cute and cute, always looking unscrupulous.

Although the TV show was not very interesting, Xu Guo still did not turn off the TV. He could have turned off the TV, but he couldn't find anything to do when he turned it off, in other words, he couldn't find anything more interesting.

On TV, you can see a lot of stories happening to many people. Those people are immersed in their own space, repeating many of the same things day after day. Such a situation leads to the fact that those people's understanding of the world is limited to the space in which they are located.

Xu Guo doesn't want to be like this, he looks forward to changing and adjusting the way he sees the world, maybe from a different angle, maybe a change of mentality. The world is big, people are small, with a small me, looking at the big world, this is the right mentality. And to think that I am big and the world is small, and to look at the small world with the big me, the so-called blind eye to the world, such an attitude is wrong.

This afternoon, Xu Guo ended a dance party, which was held in a bar, and that friend took over the whole bar. Everyone carnivaled for a few hours, satisfied their desires, and left.

The wind downstairs was a little strong, Xu Guo drank a lot of wine, and the sun in the afternoon was not bright, nor did it have any temperature. All afternoon, it looked like an evening. Bathing in the afternoon breeze is like bathing in the evening breeze.

I went back to the bedroom and turned on the TV again. There was a war movie on TV, and this war movie looked a little funny. The screenwriter of this film must be a child, who has never experienced war, and makes up some stories blindly, and the whole war film is full of comedy.

From this, Xu Guo thought of Xiao Ya, who was working hard to write an excellent war-themed work. However, what Xiao Ya wants to write is not a novel, but reportage.

Xu Guo is also very young, and he has not experienced the battlefield. Any knowledge of war is obtained from movies, TV series, novels, etc. These experiences of war are indirect experiences. In fact, many experiences in life are indirect experiences, and it is impossible to gain direct experience for everything. With so many factories, it is impossible to know all the factories and gain direct experience of all the factories. Life is too short.

Xu Guo's requirement for himself is to watch more documentaries, and of course, foreign TV dramas and movies can also provide indirect experience. Xu Guo lay on the sofa, turned off the TV, turned on his laptop, opened an overseas drama, and started watching it.