Xiao Jing and Qin Ziqian hurried desperately, and finally arrived outside Linzhou City ten days later. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The wind and waves are calm along the way, and the further north you go, the more you stop. Don't talk about bandits, I haven't even seen a scoundrel.

Perhaps, it was the officers and soldiers who strengthened their vigilance after the accident in Linzhou; Or maybe it was because people fled after the incident, so that the area became so deserted that even the little ones didn't bother to patronize it.

At the time of lodging, most inns in large cities and small towns are closed because there are too few guests. Even if it is a store that opens its doors to welcome customers, it is also in a state of being crowded at the door, and the people in the store are lazy and lazy, and they can't lift any spirit at all.

As soon as you start your whole body, a catastrophe almost abolishes the entire post road.

Xiao Jing looked at the city wall of Linzhou, his brows furrowed.

"It took twenty days for the news to arrive, and we were delayed on the road for a long time. It's been two months since the city was broken, why do I think this Linzhou is still like a dead city? ”

Qin Ziqian nodded and said, "I only saw four or five cars along the way, and it was really deserted. There are also two trucks pulling goods, but they are covered with cloth, and they seem to be ...... Alas. ”

Xiao Jing was silent. He once saw a mass grave nearby, and he wanted to come to the truck to pull up the corpses and send them there for burial.

According to conservative estimates, there are more than 10,000 victims in Linzhou. However, even if there are many dead, there is no reason why the corpses cannot be paid off in two months, right?

Thankfully, it's the ninth cold day. The corpse is thrown outside, as if it were in a morgue freezer, and it is not afraid of causing a plague. It's just that the efficiency of the local government is really not flattering.

Xiao Jing pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know how many of those who abandoned the city and fled have returned. If you can come back more, there is still some hope for this Linzhou. ”

Linju is surrounded by rolling mountains. The people who fled also dared to run because of the difficult terrain outside the city, and if it was a large plain, who would dare to escape? You can't outrun a four-legged animal!

Such terrain not only endowed Linzhou with the military attribute of "easy to defend and difficult to attack", but also turned it into a commercial hub in the north. Now, it's so lifeless that it's a shameful place.

After entering the city, Xiao Jing found that there was no place to settle down.

Because of the gathering of businessmen, the most prosperous thing in Linzhou is the hotel industry, and there are dozens of inns of all sizes scattered throughout the city; It's a pity that the two of them went around the city and couldn't find a single store that was open.

When asked, the people in the inn either fled or were killed; Some shops managed to save themselves during the chaos, but a large number of customers were killed, and they couldn't open their doors for a while.

As a last resort, the two had to stay at an old man's house.

Naturally, you can't stay in vain. Xiao Jing politely stuffed the old woman with a piece of silver, but she insisted on refusing to ask for it, she was in a hurry, she simply cried loudly, and said: "The old body doesn't have a few days to live, what's the use of asking for money?" The old man was hacked to death by the Beihu people who killed a thousand knives, and the little granddaughter was also ruined by them, and later threw herself into a well...... My son went out of the city, but he hasn't come back to this day. If he hadn't been looking forward to seeing his son, the old man would have gone with the old man a long time ago!

The family is gone, and the neighbors who know each other are dead and leaving...... Every night as soon as I closed my eyes, I dreamed that they were crying with blood on their faces, and they cried, and I cried, and there was not a day when I didn't wake up crying......

Nowadays, it is better to have someone to talk to me than anything else. If you have to give money, go elsewhere and leave the old body to fend for itself, and be clean when you die......"

Before Xiao Jing could comfort, Qin Ziqian's eyes turned red first. The two of them were called brothers along the way, and she didn't care so much, so she directly confessed that she was a woman, and helped her mother-in-law to talk in the back.

Xiao Jing secretly wiped his sweat. Along the way, Miss Qin has really changed! In the past, she would certainly be uncomfortable, but she would never easily abandon the pretense of a man; After that snowy night, she was not only much more easy-going than before, but her eye sockets were also much shallower.

After a long time, Qin Ziqian walked out wiping the corners of her eyes. Xiao Jing had to pretend not to see her abnormality, and after she sorted out her emotions, the two of them hurriedly completed the division of labor and went to pick up their own responsibilities.

The interview finally began.

Xiao Jing tossed for a long time and experienced countless twists and turns before arriving in Linzhou. Because the process was too difficult, he saved up his enthusiasm after holding back the fire in his belly.

However, things were not as simple as he thought. He was like an angry boxer, who had a lot of power in his fist, but when he swung it out, he hit a ball of cotton, and he had nowhere to focus.

There are so few people to interview.

Here is antiquity, there are no photos or cell phone videos. The only way to recreate the scene of that day is to ask those who witnessed it, and then record the tragic events they witnessed.

However, Xiao Jing has always kept in mind the supreme principle: no matter when, don't uncover the scars of the interviewee! Unless, he is willing to tell the story, and it doesn't cause him any potential harm to say what he has experienced!

In many cases, inappropriate interviews can cause great secondary damage to people who are already physically and mentally traumatized. Any wound will scab over, and the spiritual one is no exception; However, if you stubbornly tear open the wound before it has healed, and want to see the palpitating blood, you must be prepared to completely die of the heart due to excessive blood loss.

Some journalists, who are either reckless or unethical, simply don't care about that. They care about their own fame and fortune, and it doesn't matter at all how the interviewee will be. After all, when the interview is over, you will live your own life, who will know who you are?

Therefore, some respondents are looking for death and life because they have been repeatedly stimulated, and some people have a complete mental breakdown; Others seem to have changed as if they were a different person, and they have been silent all their lives, closing their hearts and refusing to communicate, and resisting psychological counseling......

These things are not uncommon. What's more, some people are proud of the consumption victims, which is an even more hateful behavior. Of course, there are no psychologists who can carry out psychological interventions, and any artificial aggravated psychological trauma will accompany the victim for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, the old woman did not lose her temper because of the interview. Otherwise, Xiao Jing would not be able to forgive himself.

However, like a coin, everything has two sides.

In the pen of the historian, the tragedy of Linzhou must look like this: "In the winter of a certain year, the Beihu light cavalry raided Linzhou, the city fell, more than 10,000 people were slaughtered, and the emperor was furious......"

It's over, just such a fluttering sentence.

Even if tears and blood converge into rivers, the history books will not put a little more ink on these more than 10,000 souls. No one in the future will know how these living beings came to be in the world, what kind of people they are, what joys and sorrows they have, and what they experienced before they died......

Even if there are literati and writers who shed tears of sympathy for these ordinary people, and then write some epic and strange texts in a free way, they are also lyrical works that are hung from afar, which is neither enough to be used as a witness, nor can it restore the original appearance of the event. Some of the remaining articles can record parts of the events, but in the long river of history, they can't even make a splash.

As a new thing, newspapers have great influence and vitality, and they are relatively easier to understand. Newspapers not only publish news reports, but any sentence from the victim may be used as testimony after a hundred or thousands of years, or even as a supplement and circumstantial evidence in historical books.

If no one comes forward to speak out, the unspeakable war crimes of the Beihu people will be annihilated. In a few years, the Linzhou tragedy will be forgotten; In the end, I'm afraid that all that remains is that sentence in the history books.

Asking too many questions in too much depth can hurt the respondent; Failing to record anything is tantamount to conniving at the aggressor, and it can neither seek justice for the victims, nor unite the hearts of the people and make more people feel the same hatred for the enemy.

Such a contradiction is a topic that every news media must face. Xiao Jing, who was in a dilemma, weighed it for a long time, and could only decide to put in more effort and take one step at a time.

One afternoon, Xiao Jing ran all over Linzhou. He visited wealthy families who had been fortunate enough to save their families but had lost most of their possessions, ventured into ancient "shanty towns", and chatted for a long time with a few soldiers who had survived.

The most intuitive feeling is that everyone has no heart.

No matter how intently he searched, he could not discern even a hint of excitement in anyone's face. Everywhere you look, it's all depressing!

If the tragedy had just passed, Xiao Jing would not be surprised at all. The thing is, it's been two months!

He often hears arguments like this:

"This Linzhou City is ruined. However, I've always lived here, and even if I wanted to, I had nowhere to go. Hey, it's better to die than to live, make do with it, you can't starve to death anyway, isn't it just a mess......"

"Let's wait a few more months, if the situation doesn't improve, the old man will move to Linxian with his family. Hey, someone used to say that the old man refused to move, and he felt that the ancestral business was difficult to leave. It's good now, even the ancestral business is gone, what else do you have to say? ”

"In the next ten years of hard work, they were all burned by the Hu people. Brother Tai doesn't need to persuade me anymore, let me be a drunken fairy in a wine country! It's not bad if you get drunk on the street, it's a hundred! ”

People are certainly sad about what the past has done. But, more importantly, there is also a lot of despair about the future. No one believes that Linzhou will return to its original state, and the once happy land is now only a temporary shelter for shelter, or a burial mound for burial.

That's not going to work!

In the evening, Xiao Jing and Qin Ziqian bumped into each other, and discussed until the time of the child before returning to their rooms.

The next morning, Xiao Jing came to the state office early, and said to the messenger on duty with a smile: "If you are troublesome, just say it...... Xiao Jing, editor-in-chief of Mirror News, came to visit! ”