Jerusalem is quiet and peaceful compared to the front line, and many tourists can be seen taking photos at the Wailing Wall on the road.

The sedan pulls into the door of a hotel, everyone gets out of the car, and joins the large group. More than 100 MSF doctors gathered on two buses.

A Jeep with a "UN" Hummer H1 led the way, followed by two buses carrying Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF), and after leaving Jerusalem, the road to Gaza became worse and worse, with potholes and dirty children everywhere begging on the side of the road.

Zhao Yuemin wanted the bus to stop and take care of the children on the side of the road and give them some candy, but the UN peacekeepers refused, citing safety reasons, saying that there had been guerrillas ambushing on the side of the road and ambushing the relief vehicles of the Humanitarian Relief Agency with children as temptations.

The radio on the bus was noisy with news of Israel's offensive operation, a $2.5 billion military campaign that had killed countless refugees and collapsed homes.

Zhao Yuemin and Liu Hui sat side by side. He looked at the girl beside him, petite and thin, but quite out of proportion to the work she was doing now.

"Liu Hui, can you tell me, how did you come up with the idea of joining such an organization?" Zhao Yuemin asked curiously.

Zhao Yuemin tried to understand the minds of such a group of mavericks. Because, he understood that his task this time was to take Su Hong home. He wanted to urgently understand what Su Hong and such a group of people thought.

"Mr. Zhao......" Liu Hui smiled, "In Hong Kong, many people ask me, everyone can't keep their jobs, but you go to Africa somewhere to volunteer." Do you also think that our group of people is weird? ”

"I ......" Zhao Yuemin was a little embarrassed.

"Everyone is born with a certain mission." "That's why some people will be businessmen, and some people will be writers." And I feel that my mission is to go to those places where there are wars and disasters and lend my hand. My father advised me that it was better to find a secure job because Hong Kong's economy was not doing well now. You go to the Middle East to volunteer and come back and you may not find a job. But ......"

Liu Hui smiled: "But, who would have expected that a year later, what would happen?" There are also many people who are worried, saying that our work is dangerous. Actually, you see, we also have security guidelines and protections. She gestured out the window to the UN Humvee.

By the time we arrived in Gaza, it was already evening, and there was rumbling artillery fire in the distance, a haze in the sky, and a smell of sulfur in the air. Sharp sirens sounded on the streets, traffic was congested, and the streets were full of obsolete models that would only appear in the nineties in China. The whole thing seems chaotic but very lively.

Vendors selling melons in wooden carts on the streets, and shops selling colorful soccer balls still give you a sense of life.

At Shifa Hospital, 30 kilometers outside of Gaza City, medical personnel with blood covered in blood rushed in and out of the hospital.

Zhao Yuemin met Su Hong. Su Hong was the interpreter for the rescue operation. Fluent in Japanese, English, French, Arabic and other languages, she has also become a bridge between Médecins Sans Frontières and the local government.

At this time, she was communicating with two Palestinian officials.

Zhao Yuemin sat on the side, looking at Su Hong's serious appearance, showing a kind of sassy and capable elite woman. There is a saying that the moment when a man works is the most fascinating. Women, isn't it the same?

"Yuemin, why did you arrive early?" Su Hong was a little surprised when she saw Zhao Yuemin, and even more surprised.

She eagerly grabbed Zhao Yuemin's arm and introduced to others: "This is my boyfriend, Zhao Yuemin." ”

Several European doctors were all envious: "Mr. Zhao, we are actually pursuing Miss Su." It's a pity you got there first. ”

Su Hong pulled Zhao Yuemin and went outside the military tent to talk.

Zhao Yuemin put his hands in his pockets, looked at the smoke rising from a few kilometers away, and said: "There is no ballet here, and there is no opera house. Will you be able to adapt? ”

"What are ballets and opera houses......" Su Hong shook her hair nonchalantly, "Yuemin, when you find out what you really want to do, these superficial things become less important." ”

"Red ......" Zhao Yuemin remembered Su Guoliang's advice and said, "There is artillery fire here every day, it's too dangerous, let's go back." ”

"Go back?" Su Hong glanced at Zhao Yuemin, "What are you going back for?" ”

"Go back and get married." Zhao Yuemin said, "Do you want to be outside the Lord or inside the Lord?" Outside of your lord, I will come home every day and cook for you. ”

Su Hong was amused: "You are a dignified general manager, a big factory director, cook for me?" Those young women in your oil fields are going to hate me for abusing you. ”

"As long as you go back, it's not a big deal for me to cook."

"No return."

"Come back, look at my age......" Zhao Yuemin said, "You have to be responsible for me, don't be Chen Shimei's ......"

Zhao Yuemin's weak gesture made Su Hong laugh.

She giggled. After laughing, he hugged Zhao Yuemin tightly and said in a low voice:

"Yuemin, you are my spiritual companion. I'm lonely in the oil field, no one can understand me, I hope you can understand me. ”

Su Hong's long black waterfall-like hair touched the tip of Zhao Yuemin's nose, and there was a faint fragrance of shampoo perfume.

He hugged Su Hong, his heart softened again, and said, "You really love humanitarian relief work so much?" ”

Su Hong nodded, put her hands on Zhao Yuemin's shoulders, and said seriously: "Yuemin, the experience of this time tells me that humanitarian relief work does not require me to be a hero, nor does it require us to make ourselves great in front of the world, nor is it a process of self-realization. Perhaps, after self-realization, our self will become more complete. The humanitarian relief work I know is an experience and recognition of the predicament, not a pity of withdrawal, a cooperation in life, not endless charity. It is a pawn that does not have the humane concern of region, clan or religion and does not serve politics......"

"I think this is what I know about MSF ......" Su Hong stood in front of a ruin in Gaza, her beautiful figure reflected in the setting sun.

In the evening, after a busy day's work, everyone gathers.

Outside, a drizzle was dripping, hitting the roofs of military tents.

The meal was very simple, some dry bread with milk. Many doctors had just come down from the operating table, and they didn't care, they picked up the bread and ate it covered in blood.

At this moment, suddenly, a sharp cannonball whistled in the distance.

Before Zhao Yuemin could react, he felt the earthquake shake and the entire tent collapsed.

Then there was the overwhelming sound of explosions.

Bricks, dirt, and tiles flew in the air. Cries, shouts, and cries for help were incessant.

Su Hong got up from the mound of dirt and shouted in despair: "Yuemin-!" ”

"Yuemin-!"

She's been working in the Middle East for almost a month, and she's been through a few explosions, but she's not as nervous as she is today.

She dug Zhao Yuemin out of the gravel.

"Yuemin, you must hold on......" Su Hong said with tears in her eyes, hugged Zhao Yuemin and sobbed, "I really shouldn't come to the Middle East, I am willing to go home, I am willing to be your wife......"

"Yuemin, don't you go......"

Su Hong trembled all over and hugged Zhao Yuemin tightly. She had never felt so remorseful as she did today. Losing Zhao Yuemin is like losing the whole world.

Su Hong cried loudly, so helpless, so sad.

"Married? Are you sure? Zhao Yuemin, who was lying in Su Hong's arms, coughed, shook the dust on his brows, opened his eyes and said, "You said it earlier, I've been pretending to sleep for a long time here......