When I arrived at Kabuer, the station had already arranged for a bulletproof car and a driver to wait at the airport, and I picked up Meng Chuan'er and his party and set off quickly.

Kabuer is probably the poorest capital Meng has ever seen, only the road through the city is asphalt, the rest is a bumpy dirt road, and all the restaurants and supermarkets on the road have to go through at least three security checks.

Zhang Chao, an old colleague who came next to him, joked: "I didn't go to the presidential palace in time, and going to it is basically the same as doing a full-body spa, every inch of your body has been touched." ”

The driver said that the next work will be busy, and the leader instructed them to take Meng Chuan'er and them to the scenic spot first, and first have a brief understanding of the country and the city, and such an opportunity may not be available in the future. So they were taken directly to the outskirts of the eastern Hindu Kush mountain range, where there is snow all year round and glaciers are widespread, and the driver said that Afuhan has a folk proverb: "It is better to have no gold than to be without snow." ”

It will be September, and the Kabuer has not rained for a long time, and the grass in the suburbs is withered and withered, and it is desolate and desolate, which is quite a bit of a feeling of wind and water cold. Only the mysterious and poignant lake under the shadow of snow-capped mountains, where time and space are so quiet that time and space stand still at the same time, sandwiched between the cracks of war and terrorist attacks, this scenery is like a paradise, forgetting what this country is suffering, and quietly recalling the glory and prosperity of the Silk Road, which was still called "Gaofu" at that time. Seeing this, Meng Chuan'er couldn't help but feel a little melancholy and sadness in her heart.

Zhang Chao told Meng Chuan'er that the place where he will stay will be a foreigner's settlement and the public security conditions are relatively good, but this does not mean that he will not be the target of attacks by the Taliban and various anti-government factions.

Terrorist attacks here are commonplace, and they are the same, only the difference between large-scale and small-scale attacks, and even the process of attacks has been clearly summarized by the predecessors.

The process of the attack is generally as follows: detonating a bomb that has been planted at an unknown time to create chaos - taking advantage of the chaos to kill the security guard so that the target is not defended - attacking the house and seizing the advantageous position - the Kabuler army then arrives - fierce gun battle - the rebels resist to the death - detonate the bomb on the body before death...... Basically, these terrorists are generally simple-minded, so there is nothing new. There is no spy war, no attack, no strategy.

It's easier and simpler to say, but when you actually face it, it's a different story. The driver continued: "The resident bedrooms of the branch are equipped with basements, which have sufficient resources such as water and food, and a set of office equipment as a backup, as well as 24-hour security guards, who will stare at the surveillance cameras in shifts without interruption or rest, whether it is the country or the headquarters, they will do their best to protect the personal safety of the reporters stationed on the station, and the only uncertainty is when interviewing and live broadcasting. ”

Meng Chuan'er frowned, she didn't expect the danger, but there were still mountains and seas between the prediction and the actual situation, even if she just listened to it like this, she didn't really experience the scene of the terrorist attack, and she also felt that the wind was like a big enemy, this feeling was different from the previous interview, maybe it became a ham sausage or was threatened and lured by the stupid Wang Linguo, and she really felt a little bit like she was about to go to the battlefield, apprehension and excitement coexisted, and panic and heroism flew together.

Zhang Chao patted her on the shoulder and asked her, "The little girl is scared, is it okay, there is an uncle to cover you." Zhang Chao, who came with him this time, is an old reporter with 20 years of experience, more than ten years older than Meng Chuan'er, and in his impression, Meng Chuan'er should still be an impulsive little girl.

Meng Chuan'er lit a cigarette, shook her neck, stretched her brows, and said with a faint smile: "I'm afraid that I wouldn't have this kind of thing many years ago, it should be something I thought about before I came, and it should even be something I thought about before choosing this profession." You're right, Hong Leong?"

Li Fenglong is a confused, white and innocent little boy, three years younger than Meng Chuan'er, 22 years this year, and looks even younger, thanks to his ID card, otherwise Time Weekly will be suspected of employing child labor. To say that he is confused means that he always looks like he can't wake up, obviously a handsome little guy with bright eyes and bright teeth, but he is always sleepy, which also adds some cute and cute temperament. This will be asked by Meng Chuan'er, the big eyes that flickered in ignorance Kaba Kaba, nodded noncommittally.

Zhang Chao paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't be scared and cry in the event of a terrorist attack! I will go to the Serena Hotel near the station in a while, the wild rice restaurant in there is very good, I will have a treat tonight, and the driver's brother will also be with me." Meng Chuan'er and Li Fenglong happily responded to the proposal.

During the meal, Zhang Chao poured a glass of wine for both her and Li Fenglong, but Meng Chuan'er, who had always been a lot of alcohol, did not respond to this proposal, she felt that drinking in such an environment might lead to a deep sleep, and staying awake at all times was the basic lesson in danger.

She told Zhang Chao and Li Fenglong about this idea, Li Fenglong was still young, hesitating with a wine glass, Zhang Chao relied on his experience and joked Meng Chuan'er: "There is wine today and drunk today, who cares about the rights and wrongs of the Ming Dynasty, you will know that you can spend every day happily, and you can open your eyes the next day is the happiest experience." Li Fenglong may feel that he and Zhang Chao are the same masters, and he is not bold and faceless, so he tilted his neck and dried up the wine in the cup. As a result, after a while, his face was up, and his whole body was red, and the amount of alcohol was not as good as that bear. Meng Chuan'er could drink him ten times casually, but when he thought about it, he was already very brave when he came here, and he couldn't force a boy who was three years younger than him too much.

When I returned to the bedroom of the station, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening in Kabuer time, and it was more than seven o'clock in the evening in China. Then she simply sorted out her luggage, and she brought very little luggage, except for a few changes of clothes, computers, video cameras, cameras, lenses, and a copy of "A Touch of Sadness".

Meng Chuan'er put the book at the head of the bed, changed into pajamas and washed her face, lying on the bed, when everything was quiet, touching the book, she suddenly thought a little about Yu Xiaoshan, who had drunk wine with her all night, and wanted to say something to him even if it was just to report safety, just thinking about it, the mobile phone next to the pillow lit up, and the message from Xiaoshan was just two words: "Lost?" Meng Chuan'er's heart moved, this is too fucking coincidence, grabbed the phone and replied: "How easy is it to lose!"

In an instant, Yu Xiaoshan called in: "Settled down?"

"Well, why is it so quiet around you, shouldn't you be waving in the bright lights at this point?"

"I can't afford to wave, I'm old, drink tea in the teahouse. ”

"Or Shengpu?"

"Well, that's all there is to it. ”

"Listen to what you mean by this, there's nothing else worth your love, what's the matter?

"Well, almost, I've heard four words! I also practice meditation while drinking tea every day, maybe he will see each other again in the future, a few degrees of dust, and the poor monk will already know. ”

"! It's you! You have to know that the nun is in trouble. ”

"Fuck off! By the way, don't talk nonsense, what's going on with you?"

"We have a relatively high level of security, and there are usually no problems at the station, and the access is also protected. ”

"In film and television dramas, it is generally equivalent to setting up a flag after saying this, and something may happen soon. ”

"You're special, Raven's Beak. To punish you, let's have a bar in the air, and in order to stay sober, I drink water, and you drink. ”

"If you don't drink it, besides, there is no wine in the teahouse, so you can only replace it with tea. ”

"That's so boring, you can't get drunk, it's the same as filling a big belly, don't you want to get drunk for Hongyan Yaoyao?"

"You don't know you can get drunk with tea. Besides, if you don't get drunk with wine, everyone gets drunk, at this time tea and wine are the same, and if you don't drink it, I'm going to get drunk. ”

When did this Yu Xiaoshan become so improper? Meng Chuan'er didn't know how to answer, so he said directly: "Pull it down! Who believes it." ”

Yu Xiaoshan smiled on the other end of the phone, this girl is a little uncomfortable?, "Don't believe it, just got there, you should take a good rest!"

"Well, okay, bye-bye. Meng Chuan'er put down the phone, she was still in a trance, and before she knew it, she was already in Afghanistan, and everything she would face in the future was still unknown. Although she had made all the preparations and plans before coming, as well as the psychological expectations for facing various things, she couldn't help but feel that life was impermanent at the moment.

This decision, which I have been thinking about for a long time, has been hesitant to take this step, and finally made her embark on the journey without hesitation in a sentence from a strange man, and for her life, it is definitely a journey full of countless artillery fires and thorns.

Although the future is unknown, Meng Chuan'er has never been the kind of person who can find reasons for any of her actions, even if the road out of the way is wrong, she will go all the way, not to mention that this road has long been her life's wish, how can she have a trace of complaint.

It's just that the reason for thinking about this is that she found that her life has changed unconsciously since she met this Yu Xiaoshan...... It's like a blessing of strength, the original bravery may become brave, and the original recklessness may become a reckless cube, but unfortunately Meng Chuan'er does not have two hundred and five in his character, otherwise he may become five hundred if he is blessed.

Forget it, I don't want to, I opened the book and read it for a while, I thought it wouldn't take long to fall asleep, but I didn't expect that the more I read, the more energetic I became, and at this time, Yu Xiaoshan in this book became more three-dimensional and real, as if this person was by her side.

There was a particularly obvious feeling that came out of his heart, which made her can't help but be surprised, that is, the person closest to her heart in this world at this moment turned out to be Yu Xiaoshan. It's all a ghost movie, it's too scary, and when she thinks of this, she wraps her head tightly with a quilt......