didn't give Yu Xiaoshan a chance to continue talking, Meng Chuan'er had already hung up the phone. She knew that Yu Xiaoshan would not call back, but the phone call at night had to be explained with great difficulty, I don't know when Yu Xiaoshan became more and more worried about her safety, and inexplicably she began to "report" to him involuntarily many things, but since that time she said "I miss you very much", the two of them have tacitly stopped mentioning the relationship.

I don't have too much to think about at the moment, the important thing is that Li Fenglong is injured.

"Xiao Fenglong, when did you get injured, let me see. Meng Chuan'er got out of the car and went straight to Li Fenglong in the back seat.

"You remove the small print from the front. Li Fenglong covered his right shoulder and frowned, his white and pure little face was oozing with slight beads of sweat because of the pain and the scorching weather, Li Fenglong's eyelashes were particularly long, not only long, but also curly. Sometimes Meng Chuan'er would joke about why she didn't grow the same eyelashes, and how much mascara she had to be saved.

"Feng Xiaolong, when did you get injured? Chen Jie, we won't go today, let's go to the hospital." ”

"Get rid of the small print! You're annoyed! Of course, you were stabbed when you were dragged away from the robbers. ”

Meng Chuan'er checked his wound, it should have been stabbed with a sharp weapon such as a knife, it was not deep, the wound had dried up, but there was a lot of blood. Meng Chuan'er was a little distressed, if it weren't for Li Fenglong's quick hand to drag her back and take this knife again, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

"Meng Chuan'er, when did you ink like this, Chen Jie is more important, anyway, it's already done, so let's do it first. Li Fenglong's face was slightly red, and he was not very suitable for the overly feminine Meng Chuan'er.

"No, Chao'er, go up and talk to Chen Jie, I'll accompany Feng Long to the hospital." ”

Zhang Chao waved his hand again and again: "I can't talk, I'm not interested in your set of war funds or anything like that, or I'll accompany Feng Long to the hospital, and you can get Chen Jie." ”

Meng Chuan'er hesitated for a while, and was directly pushed away by Li Fenglong and Zhang Chao. The life in Afghanistan is really a battlefield, the war is always cruel, and the comrades-in-arms support each other and protect each other with their lives for the final result. A war that loses victory is superfluous even with sacrifices. But if you really want to give up without any obstacles, it's too difficult.

Chen Jie's office is relatively simple, with a row of leather sofas, a desk, and a bookcase, and a pot of cactus on the desk in addition to computers and documents. The place is too luxurious to have an office that is useless and prone to danger.

In 2005, hundreds of Afghan refugees rioted, besieging and ransacking the offices of the United Nations refugee agency in northwestern Bajistan to protest their delay in repatriation. The refugees smashed computers, iris inspection machines and furniture at the office of the United Nations refugee agency in Bajistan, as well as a vehicle of the Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees.

Chen Jie enthusiastically walked up and shook hands with Meng Chuan'er: "Reporter Meng is really a heroine among women, and female reporters in this kind of place are all heroines." ”

Meng Chuan'er smiled and waved his hand: "Where and where, you are the best among them, after all, everyone knows about the famous Chinese Chamber of Commerce." ”

After a brief introduction to the recent situation of refugees, Meng Chuan'er went straight to the point: "Mr. Chen, have you ever considered setting up a special war fund to help these war-torn children in Afghanistan?"

Chen Jie rolled his eyes and did not reply positively: "Reporter Meng's idea is admirable, but now it is very difficult to do a pure public welfare fund, and it has to be considered in many aspects, the initial capital is a problem, and the influence is even more problematic, many things are not as simple as imagined." ”

Meng Chuan'er secretly wondered in her heart: A dignified Chinese Chamber of Commerce will provide millions of funds to be the LP of the fund (Note: LP means the funder in layman's terms, that is, Party A's father.) It's not an easy and pleasant thing, it's disgusting that I don't have influence, it seems that this Mr. Chen is still a businessman in his bones.

With a silent face, Meng Chuan'er evoked a sweet smile: "Influence, soon." Since it's something I want to do, I naturally won't let it go quiet. ”

Chen Jie's eyes flashed with a hint of almost invisible irony, but he was still captured by Meng Chuan'er, and he didn't believe that Meng Chuan'er, who was just a war correspondent, would have any earth-shattering influence.

Meng Chuan'er didn't mind, and continued to smile: "At the latest, in half a month at the latest, I will become the only reporter in the world who can go deep into the den of the Taliban leaders to interview their weapons and equipment and drug production and trafficking.

Chen Jie's expression was very strange, he seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the skin around his eyebrows was squeezed together, and a few words popped out for a long time: "To be honest, I don't believe it." ”

Meng Chuan'er stood up and shook hands with Chen Jie, threw down a sentence and turned to leave, with a chic back: "Then please Mr. Chen and see." ”

In fact, Meng Chuan'er especially wanted to slap herself in the mouth. What should I do, the big words have already been said, and this matter must be done urgently.

But Meng Chuan'er is extremely bottomless, don't say that Kani is still in the dark about this, Kani's brother disagrees, and the bloody video of the Taliban cutting off the reporter's head on the Internet is still vivid, even if there is Carney's brother, the danger is still an extremely uncontrollable factor.

It was a poisonous den, a poisonous den! It was more terrible than a flood beast, and a few words were wrong, and when the drug lord lost his temper, pinching Meng Chuan'er to death was like pinching an ant to death.

Yu Xiaoshan definitely disagreed, and his state on the phone today was not far from a thunderstorm, would Zhang Chao shoot her to death? It is very likely that she will not agree to go at all, or even if this matter is promoted, Zhang Chao can simply go by himself. The only thing that can be fought for should be Xiao Fenglong.

Let's see the tricks, I don't believe it will be more difficult to get a few of them than to get the old lady at home. Thinking of this, Meng Chuan'er didn't return to the station, so he called Carney directly and went to the bar opened by Carney - next to the Green Hotel.

"Meng, long time no see, how are you doing?" Carney actually wore a Hanfu given to him by Meng Chuan'er on a whim, a sky-blue waist-length skirt with a cross-collar, covered with a light blue cape, and the funniest thing is that he also took a fan like Zhuge Kongming's feather fan, but the white turban on his head is a bit nondescript.

"Carney, you are really so handsome!" Meng Chuan'er praised it from the bottom of his heart, Carney is indeed good-looking, with deep eyes, a straight nose, and a thin and charming lip contour, like a male god who originally read the pictures in the books of Greek mythology.

"Meng, your Chinese Hanfu is really beautiful, I like it so much. ”

"It's good to like it. Carney, do you have a good relationship with your brother?"

"I have four brothers, which one do you ask?"

"The one with the Taliban number three. ”

Carney scratched his head and smiled, "You won't let me tell you, I don't actually plan to hide it from you, I have nothing to do with the Taliban, everyone in our family is very independent." ”

Meng Chuan'er gently patted Carney's shoulder soothingly: "I understand." Carney, do you have a good relationship with your brother?"

In this way, Meng Chuan'er said her thoughts, she was not reckless, but inferred from the Taliban's style, and here we need to know a little about the history of the Taliban.

The Taliban, which means "student" in Arabic, is also known as the "ISL Student Army" because of the fact that most of its members come from the ISL School in the Afhan refugee camp. At the beginning of its establishment, the team put forward the slogan of "eradicating the warlords and rebuilding the country", and with strict discipline and brave combat, it quickly grew and grew.

In fact, this is a rather positive history, and the world we live in is by no means black and white, often filled with a lot of gray in between. The Taliban give the world the impression that they bomb a place today and then declare responsibility for a terrorist attack the next day, and bomb a place tomorrow and declare responsibility for a terrorist attack the day after tomorrow...... It's like they're just a bunch of big fools who only hurt the innocent. What the real Taliban were like, no one knew at all in those days.

And the Taliban sometimes declare responsibility for an event, or broadcast the bloody execution of someone, which hints at their subconscious desire for the world to know what they have done, so if there are journalists willing to get to know them in depth without breaking their inner rules, they may not be willing.

After listening to this, Carney frowned handsomely, reminding Meng Chuan'er of a famous line from a certain Zhu Gege: "I really want to take an iron and iron your brows ......"

"My brother doesn't care about drugs, you can't imagine the real Taliban, they don't necessarily refuse reporters, or in a sense they even expect professional media reporters to interview them. But Meng, it's too dangerous, do you know about this?"

Quickly get around the topic: "Carney, you must help me with this, I don't want my career to be limited to a refugee camp or occasionally with a few bandits after I have chosen to be a war correspondent." That's where my value lies, and I hope you understand me. ”

Later, Meng Chuan'er and Carney chatted a lot, chatting dizzily, and on the way back, Meng Chuan'er sent a message in the WeChat group of Zhang Chao and Li Fenglong's three-person group "But I want to die in the same year and month": "Half an hour later, the pre-war meeting. ”

Carney called Yu Xiaoshan, he couldn't admit that he was brainwashed by Meng Chuan'er, and he didn't think he had the ability to restrain Yu Xiaoshan, but he had to try: "Yu, you told me in person that day that she wasn't your girl." ”

Yu Xiaoshan was rubbing a specially made Ruyao Jun porcelain cup engraved with the words "Ask Yuwenshan" in the teahouse, the opening of this cup was exquisite but not abrupt, he quietly listened to Carney, and also heard this sentence as a rhetorical question or as an ending.

"Carney, when did you become obedient and only listen to half of the sentence, what did I say in the second half of the sentence?" Yu Xiaoshan's voice was unusually calm.

"I forgot, Yu, it was confusing, you know, all I know is that you said she wasn't your girl. Carney made up his mind to tell nonsense with his eyes open.

"What I'm saying in the second half of my sentence is that this statement is disrespectful to her, she is more important than any girl in my past life!"