He was a linguistic genius and was very gifted in languages, especially English and French, and later became obsessed with Peking (Vietnamese). Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Peking dialect, he used more than half a year to communicate with the locals simply, plus gestures or something, he can swim from North Vietnam to South Vietnam. He's an excellent guy.

She was introduced to him by a friend, and later she asked him, "Why did you choose me so well?" He just looked at her and smiled and held her hand.

He always ran out, far, far away. His friend set up a news media production company, and for a traveler who calls for peace, he has a place to play. He became a war photojournalist.

At that time, she finally knew why there were many people who wanted to fall in love with him, but few of them went to the end. He's always running, he can't stop. They didn't know that he didn't give much, but he gave his best. The reason why they are in a m may be her belief in understanding and supporting him.

The night before each "mission," he shares photos on Facebook, and he sends her all the information he sends when he arrives somewhere, with a photo of them together, the only photo of them together. She looked at the background behind her: bloodthirsty, killing, violent. He said, "I'll be back." She would go online and search for the situation where he went, and for the first time she learned that there was a word behind it, "ISIS." "I will be back. That's what it meant. She was powerless.

Later, he wrote to him, "Only someone as stupid as you wants to be with me, and I just want to be with you." When I came back this time, I decided not to go out and we wanted to have a baby. Trust me, I'll come back to you. He said he was coming back when the potted plant at home was blooming. She took good care of the potted plant, but it was not as good as she wanted, a day, a month...... There was no movement for a long, long time, and she was in a state of panic, "It won't bloom!" She deliberately ran to many flower shops to confirm over and over again, and the boss was a little impatient. She couldn't remember what day it had a bud, and she was ecstatic even though it was small. Then there are a few longer ones, and they don't necessarily open right away, but I can wait, it will always open.

She didn't have the confidence to wait until she wanted, this flowering period was a bit long, and her heart couldn't fall. They rarely talked on the phone, and the murmur on his side let her know it wasn't going to be even. He told her about the heroes he had met along the way, all the different people who were just as peace-loving......

Later, contact became less and less, occasionally through the help of his friends...... He said he would come back to me. She saw their potted plants bloom.

He said online that he was coming back soon, and she went to the airport with the potted plant to wait, thinking that maybe he would come back early. The people in the family said she was crazy, and she felt crazy too.

He finally gave her the exact date, but she didn't wait for him that day, maybe it was late, maybe she remembered the wrong time. She still goes to the airport every day with a potted plant and waits. She's really crazy.

She saw his photo on the Internet he usually used, a photo of his death. It turns out that everything is true.

She behaved unusually calm, and she couldn't even shed tears. The potted plant was hit by a passerby, who shouted sorry, "Don't touch it, I'll do it myself." The family said, "You look very ugly now." "She doesn't know what to do, sincerely.

After a while, she would occasionally go to the airport and wait for the potted plant. Once when she got home, they said she had an international courier: a broken camera, almost unrecognizable as a camera, a good computer and an old notebook. That's all there is to him. He didn't lie to me, and he finally came back to me. She smiled, not knowing whether it was ugly or good-looking.

She fixed the camera, and the boss said she might as well buy a new one. Yes, the new is good, but she is a nostalgic person. Maybe she's sick......

She saw a poem "But You Didn't"

I remember that time I borrowed your new car

And I bumped into it

I thought you were going to kill me

But you don't

Remember that time

I dragged you to the beach, and you said it was going to rain, and it did

I thought you'd say I told you

But you don't

Remember that time

I spit strawberry pie all over your freshly painted carpet

I thought you would be disgusted with me

But you don't

Remember that time

I tease all the men

to induce you to be jealous

But you don't

Remember that time

I forgot to tell you

The ball was in a gown and you showed up wearing only jeans

I thought you were going to give up on me

But you don't

Yes, there are many, many things that you have not done

And you tolerate me, love me, and protect me

There are many, many things I want to repay you

When you come back from Vietnam

But you don't

About the origin of the poem: An ordinary American family, mother and daughter depend on each other, and the daughter's father was conscripted into the army and went to Vietnam when his daughter was 4 years old, and unfortunately died. The mother lived until she was 80 years old and did not remarry. After her mother's death, the daughter found a poem written by her mother while sorting out her mother's things, entitled "But You Don't".

She cried, hoarse for the first time after he was gone, because she felt the same way. But my dear, we haven't had time to have a child yet...... She opened the letter he had written to herself, "I will come back to you, but don't wait for me." ”

Later, she took that potted plant with her everywhere she went, and she looked at that one in a daze. Someone asked her what she was looking at, and she said, "I'm waiting for the flowering period." ”

A lot of people say their kind of people are stupid, but that's what they believe in. They pay the price for a better world. "Let me betray my family or betray you?" he laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "God knows I can't do it." He held back the tears with his dirty hands, "Ha, so be it." A weak voice showed his weariness. The wind blows, the birds fly, and the leaves drift by. "Come here. "Gentle and careful" come over. "What the hell do you want me to do, huh, huh. He fell to his knees and looked at the man with teary eyes, the wind blowing, and the birds flying by

The leaves fall with the flowers, on the ground, on the body, on the heart...... "I...... (Butterflies flutter with the flowers, drunk and charming.) Acacia glances at one cup after another, don't, don't, don't, don't wait, don't return. Break (worship). He let out a grunt. There was no more person in that person's eyes, and the person stood on the top of the mountain looking at the place where he fell, and the feeling was like dying in the water, and he was helpless, drowning, drowning. The man's legs went limp, "Come back, come back." Come back!" the leaves and flowers were blown up by the wind, and a few of them fell down the mountain.

Ten years, not long, not long, not short, not short. In every midnight dream, there will always be his face full of blood and tears, numb to the point of heartache, and he has forgotten that the heartache is a period of time or such a longing. The overwhelming tide drowned the man again, "Come back, don't come back, come back...... You and I are exhausted, who said that we have to wipe out the enmity with a sword. ”