On the first day after returning from studying abroad, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper asked Gu Pan: "Ideal?" She replied: "Use the pen in my hand to record a real country." The editor-in-chief nodded and sent her to the northern front where artillery fire was pouring. Real, too real. : Here, Gu Pan met the commander of Feng'an Army, Xiao Jing. A living King of Hell crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The murderous aura in his eyes could freeze into ice. When they first met, he wiped the gun without raising his eyelids: "Can the barrel of a pen kill people? If not, just get away and don't dirty my land." Gu Pan pushed up his glasses and calmly responded: "Can the barrel of a gun open up people's wisdom? If not, please give way and don't block my lens." Later, in the rain of bullets, he protected her tightly under him, and his roar was deafening: "Gu Pan! I told you to hide, did you hear me!" In his arms, she clicked the most thrilling shutter in her life. Later, he watched the report she sent back to the rear and was silent for a long time: "I kill people, you save people. My gun points at the enemy, your pen... Points at the heart." He thought she was a canary that accidentally entered the battlefield, but he didn't expect her to be a phoenix rising from the ashes. She thought he was a cold and bloodthirsty warlord, but she found that he carried the mountains and rivers of his family and country on his shoulders. In an era when faith collapsed and mountains and rivers were shattered, they were each other's only believers. Use a pen and a gun to write a volume of ups and downs in troubled times.
