At 16 o'clock on April 12, 2047, at the international terminal on the second floor of Yanjiao International Airport in Beiping, Donghua Kingdom, I and my colleague Wang Wing Chun, a reporter from Dahe Daily, were anxiously waiting for the European Airbus A380 to land at Yanjiao International Airport.

At 16:30, a European Airbus A380 civil airplane landed on time at Yanjiao International Airport. Beside the old lady was a young foreign woman in her thirties, who supported the old man and walked forward together. They were followed by two bodyguards in black suits, two of whom followed the old lady unhurriedly, one of whom was carrying a black safe. The three of them walked towards the port with many departing guests, I was excited in my heart, and I walked up quickly, and Wong Wing Chun also followed closely behind me.

I smiled and greeted the four foreign friends in English and said, "Welcome to Donghuaguo." The young foreign woman next to the old lady said in Chinese, "Thank you, you are Mr. Yang Zaixu, you can communicate with us in Donghua." I said, "Oh, that's great, this is not the place to talk, you four, please come with me, the staff of the Palace Museum of our country is waiting for you outside the airport." ”

Before I could finish my words, I suddenly remembered the dense gunfire around me, and two bodyguards dressed in black were killed on the spot, and blood was spilled on the second floor of Yanjiao International Airport. The young foreign woman dragged the old lady and ran out of the airport, and I picked up the safe of the black-clad bodyguard, quickly caught up with the old lady, and pulled the old lady from the other side. Wong Wing Chun didn't know where he was injured by the bullet, and he sat on the ground and couldn't move.

We hadn't taken ten steps forward when we were kidnapped by five or six men in black who were chasing after us. They held us hostage and retreated to the port, and the foreign woman and I struggled unwillingly to be held hostage by them. Shouted loudly: "Help, help." "I saw the man in black, who was holding the young foreigner, struck her head with a pistol, and the young woman stopped struggling and shouting for a moment. In contrast, the foreign old lady was quieter, and as the man in black quickly retreated to the yellow line out of the port, I felt a heavy knock on my head, and my eyes were dark, and my body shook and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself in a small, isolated dark room, with light shining through the cracks in the iron door. Know it's still daytime. I looked around the room and saw that it was a storage room with a lot of brooms, mops and other miscellaneous items piled up in it. On the broken sack not far away, there were two black shadows, although I couldn't really see who they were, and intuitively felt that those two black shadows were the old foreign lady and the young foreign woman. The old lady was sitting, and she felt that her hands and feet were tied, and her mouth was gagged. The young woman was lying on the sack. It seems that his hands and feet are tied and he can't move, and his mouth may be gagged.

Although I could see something with my eyes, I couldn't move my hands and feet, and there was a dull pain where my head was hit. The most infuriating thing is that I have a rag stuffed in my mouth, which makes me feel nauseous.

On both sides of the iron door and inside the storage room, I felt the sound of someone whispering in a foreign language that I didn't understand. There are also a few words of Donghua spoken. I understand that we have been kidnapped by internal and external terrorists. These people seem to be planning how to get us out of the country, presumably waiting for time and opportunity.

Lie on the ground. I could hear the sounds of people running and walking on our upper floors, the faint sounds of police cars and ambulances, and the sounds of Donghua and English announcements in the airport departure hall. I know we're in an unnoticed corner of the airport.

I lay quietly on the broken sack, just quietly thinking, quietly hoping that the people who wanted to rescue would find us, quietly hoping that we could be rescued quickly. Time passed minute by minute, it seemed to be dark outside, and it seemed to be calm again, but the sound of the airport horn could still be heard from time to time, and it appeared and disappeared. It seemed that all the efforts were in vain, no one found our trace, and no one found us in this dark room.

I tried to move my hands and feet, but in vain, my hands and feet were tied, and there was not a trace of room for movement. I heard a Donghua in the dark say, "It would be good to wait until after ten o'clock in the evening, we need to be patient for a while." Another Donghua said, "Let's have something to eat, and when we're full of food and drink, we're ready to go." ”

A foreign voice said something that I couldn't understand, and then I heard someone reply, "Hi, hi." "I heard footsteps coming from the corner of the storeroom towards us, and someone kicked me, and I pretended not to know and didn't react. A Donghua said, "Did you get killed?" The other said, "No, I feel awake." ”

The first Donghua speaker said, "Look back at him." "A few footsteps came towards me again, I didn't know what was about to happen, I was nervous, very nervous. After thinking about it, I was not even afraid of death, what was there to be afraid of, so my heart was much calmer, and I quietly waited for what would happen next. (To be continued......)

PS: Sometimes I can't see the future, and I feel like there's a fog ahead. Sometimes I can't see the light and feel like the future is bleak. Don't worry, the days are always going by day by day, sometimes we just have to wait for some kind of opportunity, and the opportunities in the world are for those who are prepared. Live a solid life every day, and life will never disappoint a person who lives seriously, including myself. Welcome all book friends to Chinese Biquge www.biquge.info website to support my work "Troubled Youth" or add 627141271 Liaoxi Junwang to check the latest writing progress...... King of Liaoxi County