Dear girl

The first time Xia Yao went to the battlefield was on a cloudy day.They got the paperwork to leave the city, but they couldn't find a guide willing to go to the front.In this place without internet or maps, Lao Yang drove the Xinhua News Agency to find people everywhere.As soon as he opened his mouth, he first showed the dollar in his hand.

In the end, I went out of the city with my colleagues from the Canadian Globe and Mail.Their landlord was from the war zone, and he wanted to go back and take a look before he was willing to lead the way.

When the car left the capital, there were deserts and low hills all the way, with a wide field of vision and an unobstructed view.Passes through several towns and villages hit by artillery fire.It was almost twelve o'clock before entering the blockade.

Then, the landlord was unwilling to lead the way, saying that he could wait for them outside.

Here, Xia Yao and the Globe and Mail bid farewell to their counterparts.They are going to the front line, and their Canadian counterparts have to go to the field hospital first.

Just go all the way, the landlord told them.

Passing through a small town, the further you drive, the fewer pedestrians there are.Gradually, only their Volkswagen was left on the road.

Lao Yang joked, "It doesn't feel like going to the front line." As soon as he said that, a row of military cards whizzed past them, and the infantrymen with AK-47 were standing on them.Several German Cheetahs and Russian T-90s followed.

"Damn it." Lao Yang was so excited that he cursed, and then opened the skylight.

Xia Yao stood up and held up the camera.

After driving for more than ten minutes, a shell exploded into a cloud of black smoke not far away. Lao Yang braked sharply, stabilized his helmet, and called Xia Yao to get out of the car.

Not far ahead is the fortification. Sandbags are piled up to make a bunker as high as a person, just like on TV. A row of soldiers are setting up guns, observing and observing.

The Freedom Army on the opposite side hid in the ruins and fired a shot here from time to time.

The two bent down and approached the fortifications, and there was no time to feel the fear.

This is not the main battlefield, and the firefight is not very intense.

Both sides fired sporadically and made tentative strikes, and neither side showed any tendency to leave their positions to attack.

A soldier beside Lao Yang was very enthusiastic, smiling and gesticulating to ask if there was any cigarettes.Lao Yang handed over a pack, and the soldier got the cigarettes and shared them with the people around him.Then have a nice photo with them.

Suddenly someone shouted, a figure came up and threw Xia Yao down, and there was an explosion not far away, splashing loess all over the sky.

Xia Yao got up and shook the sand all over her head. Just as she was about to thank her in the Arabic she had learned, the soldier had already thrown herself down in front of the bunker.Then there was the sound of intensive gunfire counterattacking here.

It was deafening at first, but after a few more listens, I got used to it.The two sides exchanged fire for a while, and then returned to silence.

Both Xia Yao and Lao Yang hid under the cover and didn't show their faces. There was nothing wrong with them. Not far away, a soldier covered in blood was carried on a stretcher.

Xia Yao raised the camera, and the soldier just tilted his head and smiled at the camera.

A wave of heat rushed into Xia Yao's eyes, the young soldier looked only eighteen or nineteen years old.

After an afternoon of stalemate, when it was getting dark, Xia Yao looked at her watch.Calculated according to the time difference, there are still 6 minutes left, which is Song Xinci's birthday.

Xia Yao wiped her hands on her body, clutched the necklace around her neck, and looked up at the distant sky.

New words, happy birthday.

**

Not long after his birthday, Song Xinci was caught by the Burmese police and sent back to his country.

Into the detention center again.

**

Xia Yao and Lao Yang stayed in the small town they passed by for a few days, going to the front line every day.It's not that it's worthless, it's just that every day is the same stalemate, and the photos taken are the same as the first day, so there is no reason to waste any more.

The two of them thought of the man that night at the same time.

Lao Yang: "He said that area is severely blocked, how to get there is a problem."

Xia Yao: "I know there is an organization over there."

Lao Yang smiled: "You are talking about the International Red Cross, right? There is a government resettlement camp over there to receive refugees from the war zone, and there is also a factory building for sewing clothes."

Xia Yao: "Well, it's right there."

Lao Yang: "Not only can you accept help, but you can also be a hostage at critical moments."

Xia Yao: "Can we think of a way from this aspect?"

Lao Yang slapped the table: "Let's go back to the capital and go to the airport. If they want to accept international aid, it is impossible to refuse the Red Cross."

After leaving the country, Xia Yao reported to her family that she was safe.Called Song Xinci, but it didn't work.

Sent a text message: Everything is fine, don't read.

**

On the day Song Xinci came out, it rained.The dark circles under his eyes turned into pandas, and he held his phone for a long time and didn't want to talk.She called back, but Xia Yao didn't answer.

Xu Lang said sorry to her on the side, his relationship in Myanmar is the relationship of their father in Myanmar.The old man knew Song Xinci's father.When Song Wentao asked, Xu Lang's side was exposed.

Song Xinci's face was colder than the temperature outside. She felt that Xia Yao was her own business, and she didn't want to have conflicts with her family, but Lao Song kept getting in her way.

Song Xinci decided to have a showdown and have a good talk.After thinking about it, he stood under a coconut tree with an umbrella and called Song Wentao.

pass.

Song Xinci: "I want to talk to you."

Song Wentao: "Okay."

Song Xinci: "I'm already twenty..."

Before finishing speaking, Song Wentao interrupted: "Let's meet and talk, I'm opposite ICBC."

In a teahouse.

Song Wentao was still in an exquisite suit, and he spoke first: "Look at what you look like now."

Song Xinci looked really embarrassed, mainly because he was lifeless and lifeless.

Song Wentao: "Originally, I arranged a few blind dates for you, and the other parties were all very nice people."

Song Xinci couldn't help but frowned, then if you want to talk about this, there is nothing to talk about.

Song Wentao shook his head: "But, looking at you like this, you must be right and wrong."

Song Xinci heard something else and looked up at his father.

Song Wentao smiled: "If I don't return the passport to you, you're afraid that you'll have to enter the palace five times."

Song Xinci said weakly: "You still know."

Song Wentao looked at his silly daughter: "Female college students are not allowed to stay."

When parting, Song Wentao returned all the documents to Song Xinci.But Song Xinci was not happy. She was repatriated without a Myanmar visa, and she will definitely be restricted from leaving the country in the past few years.

Song Wentao straightened Song Xinci's hair, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes: "Who told you, you don't have a Myanmar visa." Song Wentao raised his chin, "Open your passport and have a look."

Song Xinci opened the passport, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, and then he laughed: "You did it for me."

Song Wentao patted Song Xinci on the head: "I can still make you break the law. But the method you chose is really troublesome. It will take about four or five days. I'll ask someone to clear it up."

Song Xinci's nose was sore: "Dad."

Song Wentao smiled: "Why?"

Song Xinci lowered his head: "I'm sorry."

Song Wentao had a loving face: "Dad will always be Dad, you know. No matter what Dad does, it must be for your own good. Don't be so stubborn next time."

"That's about Xia..." Song Xinci stammered.

Song Wentao gave Song Xinci a blank look: "It's like having an extra daughter."

Song Xinci held Song Wentao's arm: "Thank you, Dad."

Song Wentao: "You have to treat people well."

Song Xinci's tears welled up in his eyes.She made enough gestures, if Song Wentao didn't accept Xia Yao, she wouldn't go back.They are father and daughter, so they dare to speak harshly.Because of blood relatives, it doesn't mean that you can let go.

She doesn't care about her grandpa, but loves her father very much.

Xia Yao and Song Wentao, one is the palm of her hand, the other is the back of her hand.If she gave up on Xia Yao, the two of them would never meet again.But Song Wentao is different, his father is always his father, and he won't disappear without saying goodbye.

So she had to force her dad to compromise, she knew her dad would compromise, it was only a matter of time.

She didn't want to be a child who made her parents feel that she must have owed her children a debt in her previous life, but there was no way.

For a moment, my heart was filled with guilt.

"Oh, by the way, Dad has something else to do. Please ask Aunt Chen and Uncle Li if they want to adopt a daughter."

"it is good."

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