Under the light, faced with the unscrupulous reporter's question, Shen Yuanan directly turned over the table
"Do you think you are a good reporter?"
"No, you're not."
Of course not.
When she signed the contract to go to Dongguo, she only felt fresh in her heart.
What's it like over there? The news is always gray, yellow, and ruined. But at that time, she felt that it was someone else's business and was far away from her. The day the plane landed, a heat wave hit her. She squinted her eyes and thought, "It's not bad." The camp was ruder than she had imagined, but not too bad. She and Zhou Yan saw the sky full of stars on the first night - so many, as dense as a handful of broken rice. She looked up for a long time and didn't lower her head even though her neck was sore. She and Lucas went to the local town for a stroll. There were spices and olives sold at the market, and the smell of scones was in the air. She bought a scarf, sat on the roadside and drank a cup of tea, which was so sweet that it filled her throat. It feels no different from traveling, it's much more relaxing than being in the hospital before.
But when the explosion happened in front of her eyes, it was extremely real.
Obviously they were eating Chinese food just now, sitting in a Chinese restaurant eating dumplings.
It turns out that everything on TV is real.
From that day on, she knew that there was no tourism in this place, only coming and going, living and dying.
She wanted to leave, she wanted to go home.
But she felt that she was really seriously ill. She had just dragged Zhou Yan to go home the night before, but she didn't want to go back the next morning.
"Do you find me annoying?"
"No."
That's good.
That day, she was doing surgery in the camp.
There was another explosion not far away.
Along with the explosion came the news of his death.
Zhou Yan, you promised not to die before me?
You broke your promise.
She wanted to go home and take him with her.
"Zhou Yan, I'll take you home."
Purpose: Wish for world peace