Back in the resident bedroom, the mobile phone still had ten percent of the battery left, Meng Chuan'er into the microphone, and finally couldn't help but collapse and cry, Yu Xiaoshan listened quietly, at this moment he knew that any comfort was superfluous, everything this girl experienced tonight subverted her past life experience, he had an inexplicable pain in his heart, if he was by her side at the moment, he might hug her tightly, it had nothing to do with anything else, but he could give her a support and a support after witnessing too tragic life and death.

And for Meng Chuan'er, she has seen too much life and death at once, and she has felt too much after the catastrophe, and she has recorded too many lives dying to the point of complete extinction, a heart can't bear such a weight, it is a kind of venting to be able to cry, and to have someone who understands it, I didn't say a word of nonsense, just quietly listen to you cry, what a rare and luxurious thing in life.

When the phone was still three percent charged, Meng Kuan'er sobbed and said: "The fragility and impermanence of life make people feel related. ”

Yu Xiaoshan sighed: "Tragedy and accidents happen in every corner, every day, every moment of this world, without the wolf smoke rolling and the flames of war, they are all the same, but they do not form a picture that can destroy our minds in front of our eyes, so we are not moved, but those are happening all the time, and what we can do and grasp is only our own every moment." In my heart, don't let the eyebrows, for the ideal woman is you, even if we are facing all the dull and quiet years, we don't know which one will come first tomorrow or the accident, and we can only do our best to make every day without regrets. ”

Meng Chuan'er cried and laughed, and her voice became so strange: "Okay, wait for my triumph in gold armor in a hundred battles." ”

When Yu Xiaoshan hung up the phone, it was also when Meng Chuan'er's phone was out of battery, the girl was tired from crying and slept, and she didn't know when the phone was out of battery.

Meng Chuan'er's experience touched Yu Xiaoshan's heart, and at the same time, he often made him think deeply about whether he still had ideals in life, and whether he should still live in such a muddy way.

And his ideal over the years is to write a novel that he is satisfied with, no matter whether the book can make money or not, whether others look at it or not, but first of all, he needs to meet his own requirements. He knows that this is the most difficult for him, and his heart has not been quiet all these years, he has been stumped by this society, Hongchen, and reality, how many times he wants to give up everything and pursue what he really wants, but that step is taken and backwards after all, over and over again.

He was very determined when he persuaded Meng Chuan'er to go to Afghanistan to pursue his dream, but when it was his turn, he was cowardly, because he seemed to have lost his dream over the years, and writing a book may only be regarded as a life pursuit, but he couldn't find what the dream was.

However, in Meng Chuan'er's body, he seemed to see some of his future and ideas, whether it was his dream, these couldn't help but make him think deeply, he could only take one step at a time, after all, that woman was still struggling in the flames of war.

There was something wrong with his business at this stage, some people were arrested, and a lot of people and things were involved, and the relevant departments were said to be investigating to the end, and the people who had cooperated or interacted with him were all frightened, and everyone protected themselves.

And Yu Xiaoshan's businesses basically have some people's shares, and many aspects of things have always been greeted by these people in the front, and Yu Xiaoshan has no problem in the back, and it has been smooth all the way in the past few years.

Yu Xiaoshan himself will not be implicated, because in the final analysis, he has not violated any law. But one thing is certain, no one else dares to take care of his business, people are realistic, and they don't want to get into trouble.

Yu Xiaoshan closed several video games and massage parlors, and the cost of KTV and nightclubs has not yet come back due to the large investment at the time, so they will be changed to pure green places and maintained first, and wait to see if there will be a turnaround. It's just that his business has plummeted, and the labor, rent, and other expenses are huge, and after less than a year, he has almost been able to lie down, and almost all the money he earned before has been put into it.

Despite this, Yu Xiaoshan's mentality is still relatively good, and many things make him reluctant to give up on his own initiative, but when everything is no longer up to you and you can only bear it, he is indifferent. The central government's iron-fisted control of flies and tigers is a good thing for the entire national economy and people's livelihood, in fact, Yu Xiaoshan knew early that this kind of side-door business might be gone one day, and he thought bitterly, at least TM don't have to socialize, and he doesn't have to face the faces of those disgusting people anymore.

There are a lot of robberies while the fire is hot, and they are all so-called friends from the past. Wu Peng, a former child, knew from Xiaocheng's mouth that Yu Xiaoshan lacked working capital in hand, and he actually remembered the piece of red mountain jade pendant with a cloud pattern that he spent 3 million yuan to collect ten years ago. Therefore, most people don't dare to play, and they don't have the vision to play, so it's better to play jade if they have that spare money.

Wu Peng didn't have the eye to distinguish between real and fake Hongshan jade, but Yu Xiaoshan did, and this jade pendant with a cloud pattern was placed next to Yu Xiaoshan's pillow, and it was the only thing he liked that resembled ornaments. So Wu Peng didn't dare to ask directly, and tried it with Xiaocheng's broken mouth to see if it was possible to take back 2 million, Yu Xiaoshan didn't say anything, just stared at Wu Peng thoughtfully.

Wu Peng was stared at so much that his heart was furious: "Xiaoshan, I also asked for others, you also know that I don't understand this thing, so what, if you are short of money, you squeak, buddy will give you the normal bank interest." ”

Yu Xiaoshan smiled, this is human nature, when you fly high, he will chase hundreds of thousands of watches, and when it starts to fall slightly, everything will start to calculate. But he doesn't care, he still gets up around noon every day, goes to the teahouse to drink tea for a while, has a lunch, goes for a run in the afternoon, and then takes a shower, presses a motorcycle, and sleeps for a while.

Next, I waited to talk to Meng Chuan'er on the phone, and then went to the teahouse in the evening to chat with friends, and I was like this repeated life, no change, no passion, no vitality. Especially when I get home every night, turn on the computer and want to write something for a while, I don't know what to write, where to start, force myself to write down, try to get back to the state of the year, and then write a bunch of it, but when I look at it again, I feel that it is a pile of garbage, and I delete it instantly.

Countless times like this, I ended up sitting in front of the computer and drinking and falling asleep. Outsiders look at him, he still looks like a light breeze and a fairy wind, and in the depths of his heart that he is struggling with, a part of his passionate feelings is quietly awakened by Meng Chuan'er's state of fighting for his ideals, but this part is too subtle, and even he himself is not fully aware of it.

Compared with Xiaoshan's cookie-cutter life, Meng Chuan'er's side is so magnificent that ordinary people can't imagine. It's been half a year since I came to Afuhan, and Meng Chuan'er has made the local people clear and sophisticated. She often wore a kimiz (traditional Afuhan costume) and ran to the refugee camp with Zhang Chao and Li Fenglong, smiling and saying to everyone, "Allah's peace is in you." This is how Moose L greets each other, and saying this is a good start to the interview.

And female journalists have a natural advantage here, especially foreign female journalists, or a little more substantially, especially Chinese female journalists. The Afhans hate the people of the United States and hate the Garna, and they consider George Bush to be the worst person in the world, even though the Aghana government announced in 2011 that it would withdraw the controversial army from the land of the Afhans, it is still hated by many Afhans.

They are still relatively friendly to the Chinese, but because of the local unreasonable restrictions on women: for example, women's bodies can not be exposed anywhere and must wear robes; women should not work, they should cook at home and take care of children; women should not talk to men other than relatives and husbands at will, once they lose their virginity, they will be thrown to death by stones, but men can marry many wives, and even a considerable number of Musl believe that after arriving in heaven, Allah will give them 72 pure and beautiful goddesses (in layman's terms, 72 beautiful virgins。 This is a view that many orthodox religious people, including many Moos, do not agree with, but there are still those who stubbornly believe so.

A part of the war-torn people of Afghanistan has mutated, they hate the government, they hate foreigners, and they want to rebuild the country in their own way without interference, and this desire has taken root and blossomed but has borne twisted fruits, and not only the Afghan people have said to Meng Chuan'er: "The Taliban is Afghanistan, and Afghanistan is the Taliban." As long as the hateful foreign army does not interfere, the Taliban coming to power will put an end to all war. ”

Meng Chuan'er never tires of expounding his point every time: "When the Taliban comes to power, the women and children of Afghanistan will be very miserable. ”

The response is always "That's not important." ”

That's not important, yes, women and children are the least important in the hearts of Afuhan men, and may sometimes not be as important as a Afuhan sac when hungry (Note: One of the staple foods of Afuhan, similar to long bread. ）

So for a Chinese female war correspondent like Meng Chuan'er, she can not only reach out to Afhan's officials and social elites (men), but also go deep into the refugee camps to gain the trust of local women and children, because it is far easier to convince an Afuhan woman to trust a foreign female journalist than a foreign male journalist. At this time, Meng Chuan'er was arrogant: "Xiao Chao smashed, Xiao Long smashed, why don't you hurry up and take notes for the big guy to carry the camera?"

Zhang Chao rolled his eyes in anger, and Li Fenglong also protested: "I'm not a little deaf. "But the two gentlemen can't help it, and there are some places where they can't get in at all if they don't work as photographers for Meng Chuan'er.

In the past few months, as fighting has intensified in the south, thousands of people in Kandahar, Ermao and Uruzgan have had to tearfully abandon their homes to set up makeshift shelters in relative safety in the north, including the refugee camps on the outskirts of Kaber.

It was nearly twelve o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived at the camp on the outskirts of the city, and the bulletproof vehicle of the shiny Finder 4 was parked on the side of the road, attracting a group of hungry children who wanted food. Since the last hospital interview, Carney temporarily lent Zhang Chao the right to use the car, and for this matter, Zhang Chao served tea and poured water for Meng Chuan'er for three days without complaint.

In the middle of summer, Afuhan is especially favored by the sun, and the scorching earth can be cooked with an egg in a few rolls, and the refugee camp is like a huge open sewer that has been untended for many years, and the stench in the air is disgusting, but they are used to it.

Li Fenglong threw Meng Chuan'er a headscarf: "Wear it, the sunscreen is still low-key." "It's the right thing to do, because it's too dangerous to be a foreigner in Afuhan, you need to keep a low profile as much as possible, you need to fit in with local life, and women wearing headscarves tend to give people a sense of respect and equality," she says. ”

Meng Chuan'er rubbed his head: "The little guy's heart is getting more and more delicate. ”

"Don't rub my head all the time, I'm not a child. I can take care of you. Li Fenglong has recently become more and more dissatisfied with Meng Chuan'er always treating him as a child.

"Shit, you're a kid, a kid. ”

"I'm only three years younger than you!"

"Three months is small!"

Zhang Chao patted Meng Chuan'er on the back: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and pick it, give you an hour, this place is not safe." ”