[If you chase a dream, no one is as radical as I am for you. 】

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Palmyra in June was devastated by the fighting.

The stone pillar standing in the center of the ancient Roman Colosseum withstood the baptism of nature for thousands of years, but finally fell under the destruction of human fire.

The residential area has long since been blown to the ground, and there are broken rubbles and rubble, except for rubble and stones, only charred doors and columns, silent in the scorching summer sun.

A hot wind carrying gunsmoke and the smell of scorching wind blew through the iron sheets on the ground, making a buzzing sound, and under the bricks, hiding three disheveled Asians, a man and two women, all wounded, the older man was a media person in a well-known news studio in China, and was also the person in charge of the frontline operation.

"Qin Wen, can the radio still work?" He asked, clutching his injured thigh, sweating profusely.

"No, I'm trying to fix the signal." The woman named Qin Wen was also about thirty years old, her skin was tanned by the scorching sun all year round, her tone was very calm, and her movements were smooth disassembling the communicator, obviously feeling ordinary about the situation in front of her.

However, just now, the photographer in charge of the video they were traveling with - a college student who had just graduated and was full of enthusiasm, was unfortunately hit by artillery fire, his body was directly blown in half, and when he landed, he was pierced through his head by the steel bars on the ground, and the blood seeped into the tiles, and he died on the spot.

In the corner, Bu Yanxi sat on her knees under a cave-in, the ground at her feet covered with craters, broken glass and gravel, and a few strips of blood-stained and congealed cloth.

Her hand was injured when she tried to save someone, and the blood was dripping to the ground along the lines, but she held her phone tightly as if she didn't feel pain, and her brain went blank.

"Small steps?"

"Small steps?"

The voice calling to her seemed to come from a distant place, and only then did she blink her eyes in consciousness.

Qin Wen's swarthy face enlarged in front of her eyes, with a somewhat kind smile.

"Don't be afraid, the rescue team will be here soon."

Bu Yanxi tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying to squeeze out a smile, "Hmm! I'm not afraid. ”

Turning his gaze back to the mobile phone in his hand, he lit up the screen, and the screensaver was a photo of a boy, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a wanton smile, so that he could see the beauty that could not be described in adjectives, as if the only reason to be born in this world was to see him for this second.

She carefully wiped the blood from the screen with her sleeve, only to feel a damp water trail running down her jaw, and unconsciously stunned for a moment, and when she touched her face, she realized that she was crying.

Just like in Greek mythology, the boy who lived on the island of Acontius, the blue sky was his crown, and when he saw him, Ling Ran's proud rose would hang down his dull and monotonous head.

Ming Yuyan.

She whispered his name in her heart, and for a moment, she lowered her head uncontrollably and burst into tears.

Someone once described the love between them like a war.

Then she understood.

Love is, I don't believe in you, then it's useless for me to believe in anything.

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It's already May.

The blazing sun baked the red bricks of the school building to a dazzling radiation, and the occasional gust of wind blew and rolled up a wave of heat.

The fast-spinning fan in the classroom made Bu Yanxi upset for a while, and the familiar numbers on the test papers of the math hall exam became naughty beating symbols, and she couldn't calm down.

"Teacher, can you turn the fan on a little lower, I can't do the problem properly."

At this moment, a lazy, pleasant voice came into her ears, like a spring breeze, which made her irritable and turned her pen for a moment.

Quietly turning his head, a boy sitting behind her was lazily lying on the desk, the scorching sun spilled through the window, half fell on his desk, half fell on his face, and he stared down at the test paper, his long and slightly curled eyelashes trembled, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the dimples that appeared melted into the golden sunlight, lining his complexion like snow, like a dew drop quietly dripping from the flowing gold stone, not in a hurry, rolling on the blue lotus leaves, until it reached the bottom of her eyes.

It's just that for a moment, her heart seems to have been slightly bumped, and reason told her that she shouldn't look around during the exam, let alone stare at a boy like this, but she couldn't take her eyes off his face.

However, the math teacher who passed by her noticed that her eyes were empty, as if she was in a daze, and reached out and waved in front of her eyes, "Bu Yanxi, what are you looking at?" ”

Suddenly, a lot of eyes peeked over.

Bu Yanxi was startled, quickly came back to her senses, and pointed to her pencil case in a hurry and said, "Teacher, I forgot to bring the compass today." ”

Her grades had always been good, and the math teacher nodded, swept left and right, and picked up the compass that the boy had placed at hand and put it on her desk.

The boy also seemed to be startled, and glanced sideways at her.

A brief meeting of the four eyes.

Her heart throbbed again, she lowered her head in disguise, picked up the compass and made a gesture on the circle, but it was difficult to concentrate her thoughts. After hastily finishing the drawing problem, she glanced up at the math teacher who had returned to the podium to read the newspaper, and gently put the compass back on the boy's desk.

The sound of metal and the touch of the table made the boy who was burying his head raise his head, a pair of white and slender fingers just retracted, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw only a back.

Bu Yanxi, who turned around, of course didn't notice the gaze from behind, she held the pen, took a deep breath, and began to seriously calculate the application problems behind.

The last finale question was just as difficult, and there was the sound of pens dropping from time to time in the classroom, but she wrote quickly, and was about to check it from beginning to end, when she inadvertently looked up and saw the sky outside the window.

The summer sky was blue and cloudless, bright and far-reaching, and for some reason, she suddenly thought of the lotus pond that bloomed fragrantly in the summer.

Then she thought of the boy again.

Ming Yuyan.

She remembered all the rumors about him, it was said that he came from a wealthy family, his father was a high-ranking official in the United Nations, his mother was a famous diplomat, and the principal of this private high school was also his maternal uncle, named Xie Jiayin.

Living in a truly powerful home means being unscrupulous, not having to care about others or caring about anyone's eyes.

And that boy usually has a little more Ling Ran pride.

In fact, when the preparatory grade had just started, Bu Yanxi noticed him, with white skin, narrow and beautiful eyes, and two shallow dimples when he pursed his mouth, his temperament was lazy, and he was faintly arrogant, which made people think of the summer lotus, elegant, and a little cold.

However, they don't usually have anything to do with each other.

She sat in the third column, and he sat in the fourth, forever one column apart.

She sat in the fifth row, and he sat in the sixth, still a row apart.

In addition, the private middle school is strictly controlled, boys and girls basically can't play together, and she is not a lively and outgoing character, so far, for more than two years, they haven't even spoken a word.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little depressed.