Dear girl

One night after more than a month.The authorities locked up more than 100 journalists from all over the world in a hotel.

Fruit snacks were prepared. It was a party in name, but it was actually a house arrest.

Xia Yao and Lao Yang just came from New York for a few days.Except for a hospital completion activity, I didn't shoot anything else.

Private photography is not allowed here.

The entire city is on alert, and the streets are full of heavily armed soldiers.

Six days out of seven, there is no internet connection, and those who are still stuck on the internet will die.They have lost contact with the head of the Middle East region of the newspaper for almost half a month.

Shen Guang was the person in charge of receiving them locally, and he gave them bulletproof vests and helmets as soon as they arrived.There is a piece of cloth pasted on the back of the bulletproof vest, on which is written in Arabic - I am Chinese.

The United States has been condemning them for dictatorship, and united with a group of Western countries to impose an economic blockade on them.This has made everyone here hate the United States, and children of all ages know how to overthrow the United States.

Recently, NATO members met and discussed whether to send troops.The wind is jittery, and tomorrow there will be a mass protest in front of the embassies of NATO member states.

This country is not so hostile to China, because our country pursues an independent foreign policy of peace.

But that's not why they're under house arrest here.Instead, government forces are arresting relatives and friends of the Freedom Army throughout the city tonight.This is something they don't want to report.

The reporters all had two or three cameras hanging around their necks.

The government posted a curfew notice in the city a few days ago.After nine o'clock in the evening, there were scattered gunshots all over the city.

Xia Yao put her hands on the window, her heart was as cold as her hands.

A reporter not far away finally couldn't take it anymore, stood up and shouted loudly in English: "What right do you have to lock us here, we want to get out."

A few seconds later, he was taken out by two soldiers.

Lao Yang asked Shen Guang beside him, "What will happen to him?"

Shen Guang squinted his eyes: "Detention and repatriation, confiscation of cameras."

Lao Yang: "Just because of this?"

Shen Guang: "A few days ago there was a man who secretly took pictures of a military base and was hanged. You have to follow the rules, you know."

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This is the third time Song Xinci has entered the detention center.

They are now in a town in the southwest of Menghai County.

Song Xinci came out of the detention center and called Xia Yao, but he didn't get through.When she was detained for the second time, Xu Lang and Cheng Yang went in with her.Later, Song Xinci asked them to apply for visas.

Cheng Yang ran up: "Boss."

Song Xinci stretched out his right hand and raised two fingers.Cheng Yang understood and took out the cigarette.

"Thank you." Song Xinci took a puff of cigarette, looked at Xu Lang who was walking over, and said, "Brother Lang, didn't you say it was easy."

"I know what's going on." Xu Lang mysteriously pointed to the small park outside, "There is a black car following us all the time."

Cheng Yang clapped his hands: "You mean?"

"Yes." Xu Lang nodded, "Someone is telling the truth."

Song Xinci's face was a bit haggard, but he was still not ready to retreat: "Next time I throw them away, I won't believe it."

It was eight o'clock in the evening when Song Xinci returned to the hotel.Took a shower and slept for a few hours.Woke up at three o'clock in the morning and lay in bed for a while.After thinking about it, he got up and opened the suitcase.

At this time, Xia Yao and the others began to hear gunshots ringing out in the city.

Song Xinci took out the box Xia Yao left for her, which contained a hand-bound notebook.

For so many days, she only read the cover.A pink sticky note was glued to it, with neat handwriting and a faint scent of ink——

I once met a long-lost sunshine in the dark

Floating dust is paved in the shape of a rose in my heart

The faint fragrance lingers in my heart

Lose me in hope that is hard to chase

Song Xinci's hands trembled, his longing for Xia Yao was out of control, and he opened his notebook.

is a letter—

new word:

We haven't seen each other for two weeks, yet it seems as if we just had lunch with you in the canteen of the University of Finance and Economics yesterday.Your smile is so close, and you said happily that you bought two tickets to Eason's concert.I don't know how to tell you, I'm really happy... I'm sorry, I can only watch you hide your disappointment, and tell me, it's okay.

Thank you for understanding that I am so busy and not angry (Actually if you were angry, I would go all over the world to find you dolls. It seems that you don't like these, but you must know what I mean, I am really sorry)

Since I graduated, we seem to spend less and less time together.Recently, I often see you posting some selfies on social accounts (our new words are indeed very beautiful). The background is not white pigeons on the riverside square; it is the red rope hanging from the old tree in the suburban temple; or the sky of the strawberry field after the rain ... In short, I'm not in school, and I think you don't care too much about failing the final exam.

If you look carefully, you may find that the University of Finance and Economics is actually a beautiful school.Really, I kid you not, everyone who has been there says so.

However, it doesn't matter if you really don't want to go to class.But one thing is very important. Remember to check the weather before going out next time. Going out with a cold is probably not a good experience.

I've never asked you what you think of my career (trust me, your opinion is important to me) but when I meet you, I'm not going to ask again.The answer is already on the paper.

Remember I told you that my grandparents live in the country, they have a clean and tidy small yard, simple.When the sun is setting, there is nothing better than the golden and bright red path to reflect the word "quiet time".

The clouds passed, and the night sky was full of stars in the time of dinner.I was only nine years old at the time, and I didn't know that I would meet you in the future.When enjoying the cool, grandma would shake the cattail fan once and for all, and grandpa would slowly tell stories about the past, and occasionally a frog would jump in the yard (I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a frog. If you haven’t seen it when you were a child, then It’s better not to meet. The first time you meet, you will definitely be scared)

My parents are away from home, summer vacation, school trips.Maybe it was the Crescent Lake in Dunhuang; or the Potala Palace on the Maburi Mountain; or the beautiful Jiuzhaigou... I don’t know where they went, or maybe I forgot.

And I was sitting next to the grape arbor at that time, with my hands on the cool chair and looking at the stars.

I'm not trying to tell you a story about my childhood.I don't know how to tell you, but in the days to come, I often think of the night sky that night, it is so vast and boundless.Guide me to see the wind, the rain, the sea... That kind of vast power makes my heart feel stable but empty.

So I feel that life is like dust, so I am so glad that I met you (finally said back)

I feel life is like dust, but you, give me the strength to stay in the world.

Those questions that I think about, like about the value of life, about the meaning of existence...you bring them back to the ground.

Your eyes are, in my imagination, the ore of the moon, the dust of Mars, and the interstellar clouds roaming in space.

Do you know, because of you, they returned to the spring of singing birds and flowers from a distant light-year.

They are me.

You let me understand that we should not live too mysteriously because of our limited life, so mysterious that we almost give up.

So you see, you saved me.But I poured my reward for you on the pen.

For you, it is really not a good deal. If I tell you this, you will probably smile badly again and ask me to kiss or hug you to pay off the debt.You little rascal...Actually, I just want to say, thank you, my dear friend, for the leaf-reflected umbrella you gave me in August, which has protected me from many winds and frosts.

Speaking of umbrellas, it's raining again outside the window.You who are far away in Yangchuan should be asleep, what kind of dream will you have?Will there be me in the dream?If it is raining in Yangchuan, I will also hold an umbrella for you in my dream, my sister promises.

Finally, sister Rong said another word, cover the quilt, good night.

Congratulations:

good health, peace and happiness

夏瑶

November 2014, 11, 3:[-] am

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