"What do the rebels have to do with Chinese journalists?"

"China is now providing a lot of assistance to Afghanistan, building roads, building teaching buildings, and building hospitals, so Chinese journalists have a lot of status in the government's heart. Although the Western media is attacking the Chinese government as a cat crying mouse and fake compassion, the assistance is real, and as a Afhanian, I am very grateful. ”

"Also, what do you mean by another possibility? Why is it because she's Meng Chuan'er?"

Carney swallowed a mouthful of saliva, wanting to weaken it, but Yu Xiaoshan's heart was too careful to hide it at all: "Yu, Meng Chuan'er is very famous, she is the only journalist in the world who has walked into Tuliban inside, and she has also established the War Public Welfare Foundation, and kidnapping her can not only get money, but also fame." ”

Yu Xiaoshan frowned, and then asked, "So Meng Chuan'er must be alive now." This is not so much a question about Carney as an affirmation of his own worries in a panic.

"Yes, they must have judged that her injuries were not serious, and they might even give her the necessary medical assistance, such as surgery. ”

"Because it is useless for them to ask for a dead man. "I understand the truth, and my anxiety will not be lost because I understand.

Carney nodded and didn't speak, and Yu Xiaoshan continued, "Carney, when will you have any news over there?"

“...... So, you are too anxious, even if you don't ask, I will use all my strength to investigate. ”

"Well, we have an old Chinese saying that if you need money, I have some dollars here. ”

"I'll take care of you if you need to. It's early in the morning, and you need to get a good night's sleep, so you can save your strength to meet your fiancée. ”

At night, Yu Xiaoshan tossed and turned, and Meng Chuan'er's mobile phone was fully charged.

This girl's phone doesn't have a password, and there are a lot of photos stored in it.

There are photos of her with local children and women, the ribbon-cutting of her International Foundation, the piles of post-explosion rubble, the bullet holes in her house, and the basement where they often nest......

Scene by scene, he seemed to have followed her for two years.

A lot of information popped up in her WeChat, including a large number of texts and voices from her mother, as well as his sentence "Aren't you a triumphant in gold armor in a hundred battles in the yellow sand?

The note she set for him was "don't lose it", he stroked the note on the screen, and his heart seemed to have knocked over the spice bottle, and he opened her Weibo, and was surprised to find that she only followed him on Weibo.

There is a Weibo comment in the draft box 2 @Yu Xiaoshan that was not sent out at about five o'clock in the morning on December 16 two years ago: "In my life, the roughest, roughest, simplest and most perfect love words I have ever heard is the sentence 'I miss you very much now'." ”

It was the early morning when she cried after the terrorist attack in Kabul, and as for why she didn't send it, he could instantly understand the private feeling that was just his own.

At the same time, he felt a kind of miss, in the past two years, although they have the same heart, but no one has pierced the last window paper, although the end of the world is close at hand, but it has really been wasted for two years.

At the same time, there is also a desperate desire to miss her, he longs for her to be safe, longs to see her soon, longs to be able to hug her into his arms, and the rest are TM calves, just Meng Chuan'er, where are you?

Yu Xiaoshan didn't feel a trace of sleepiness this night, and after tossing and turning for a long time, he found a pen and paper.

He knew what he was about to face in such a country.

Zhang Chao and Li Fenglong are just working, and now they have come to an end in ashes.

And he wants to take Meng Chuan'er away from the terrorists. As the saying goes, cutting off people's financial routes is like killing their parents, and his actions will not only cut off the financial routes of those who kidnapped Meng Chuan'er, but also slap them in the face.

This is tantamount to digging cubs in the wolf's den, pulling teeth out of the tiger's mouth, and pulling out the beard in the mouth of the dragon.

All accidents can happen, if tomorrow or this time his life is destined to stay with Meng Chuan'er in this strange land, then he has to leave something behind.

After thinking about it for a long time, he wrote a poem, a long poem, and the only poem he has ever written. He called it "A Night Like This".

This moment is quiet and warm

Whose heart is already full of tears

With a deep sigh, it was dark

The night was deeply sad and restless, and it was overwhelming

I stretched out my hand and you are gone

The eyes of the stars are irresistibly drilled into your heart

Forcing me to remember nights like this

That's the thing

A short moment when the breeze blows

A sentence of affectionate confession can't draw an end to the sigh of life

But we saw each other

Push a wandering lonely boat

No matter where you go

I want the wilderness in the darkness

Dancing to the sound of our real laughter

This night without mornings

This faceless sky

These eyes without gaze

It is the last territory in which we live

I've done a rough calculation of what a decent life is

All fucking subject unknown

Now

I was heroically rolling over and getting out of bed

For the night

Stumbling in all decent directions

Put the loneliness countless times

Modified into a form of defiance

Aim for yourself, even if I can only end up with it

Shoot yourself

It was the night that made me sharp

In the silent midnight with hands clasped over the shoulders

Touch your heart

It's like the season of clearing accounts before my eyes

Pieces of light disappear casually

Spring grass comes and goes, without a name

The past continues to retire talents

Remember the ferocious depth of time

I don't know if I'll still be like a hero

Nothing

If there is no reason for life, lovesickness has no sleepless hands

How to stroke eternity

If the years come forward one day in court

Hints when you lower your head

A season of spring and a lot of flowers will cry bitterly

Actually, my name has long been known

Twilight morning bell

Not all empty sorrows

Always equal to zero

It's not that I don't care

The world can just fiddle with our names

If it's not for you, I can't do anything

I believe that such a night can only pass away

No one can keep it

Then please remember the dead remember

Let the years that can't be stopped, the axe is wrong

Never let go is this moment

or ice

or dissolve

I went to caress my eyes late at night

It was the cry of cracking bones from the depths of the glacier

Tomorrow, a leaf of autumn wind will fall

Can you still see it?

My eyes were silent

I've been listening

Listen to the drizzle around you

The ice is still cold

Dead or alive

None of us are lonely anymore

from now on

I'm afraid to think about it before

I'm afraid to say it later

Before, I was a tear

I don't know which pair of eyes it flowed into

In the future, you will be a wisp of sorrow

I don't know which path I'm lonely

At this moment, the long eyelashes go straight down

We can't do enough of our hard work

In vain, the wind sighed from night to night

is not willing to submit to the fate of wandering

Sooner or later, it will be like sand

Wander on the shore

Look sideways, you have reached the horizon, like a carved stone

But it will fall to me

A long call

This is a disaster

Then he turns around and shares with you

I want to step into your eyes, too

It's as quiet as dust

Forget the way home

Forever by your side

Expect rumors and arrows to come

Help me plump up in a flash

Grab a handful of breezes and caress your pain

I'll give one to all the silly Bs

Finally, roll call

All lay down in the dark

The morning sun will come

Crazy strafing

I've never been afraid of sacrifice

but cannot be captured

Standing outside the story, I can only

Silent shouting

The snow falls in the middle of the sky and the glacier rolls over and over again

Away from me, your long eyebrows are approaching midnight

Flowers that bloom suddenly

A flash in the pan makes life full of beauty

A pool of cold water hangs in my eyes like the moon

Ying Ying bent in the drunken night

Look up and see

Even though the fog is up, the dusk is no longer you

Clothes and shoes fluttering

Sipping moonshine no longer has yours

Fragrant to the bone

Even if it is

I was

I have borrowed too much worldly love

It slowly opened my eyes

I saw all kinds of false rumors and rumors

Your face

Even if you can only linger in the future

The back of the Path

Either lonely or forever

Rise and fall between the wide range of innocents above and below your eyebrows

Even though the blood is widely thriving

My feathers will eventually fall in pieces

Long hair flows backwards

Cover your face like smoke

It's a thing of the past

When the water floods everywhere, the heart does not touch the shore

It's up to you how you go

The bridge is also a rainbow looming

The footsteps are blown by the wind and the bridge is broken

The darkness hides the last emotion

After a while, the sun will shine, and I will never look for the source of my loss

Lie in the middle of the crowd and close your eyes

That's how I think of your night

After writing this poem, I couldn't sleep all night.

Early the next morning, Carney brought a very unexpected news: "So, take a closer look at the license plate you provided, 3 and 9 are very taboo numbers in Afuhan, the number 39 translates to morda-gow, which literally means dead cow, and also means a common saying, referring to a person who solicits customers for prostitutes is also a pimp, and it is rare to use such an unlucky license plate, and it should be easy to check." ”

"What do you mean, will she be sold as a prostitute?"

"No, don't worry, you don't have to fight so much to be a prostitute. A prostitute can only make a lot of money, and they will get the most benefit from threatening the government with Chinese journalists. ”

Yu Xiaoshan is also concerned about it, he can understand such a simple logic without thinking about it on weekdays, but it is only because it is Meng Chuan'er that he will disrupt all his habitual thinking patterns.

"What can I do now?" Carney?"

Carney shook his head, "Wait a minute, please give me a little more time." ”

The two men were talking when Carney's phone rang. It was his brother who called—the brother of the Taliban No. 3 leader.

"@#¥%......&*" Carney's conversation with his brother was in the local dialect, and Yu Xiaoshan couldn't understand a word.

But Carney didn't say a few words, his face suddenly changed, he looked up at Yu Xiaoshan and changed back to English and said: "My brother said, Lao A brought you a message, saying that he was responsible for finding out the specific news of Meng Chuan'er, but he would not intervene, and he would notify me within three hours, I wish you good luck." ”