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"White Olive Tree"¡ª¡ªJiu Yuexi
Chapter 1
The day Song Ran met Li Zan was a very ordinary day.
On June 3, the city of Ararat, located in the north-central part of Dongguo, looked the same as every day. At eight o'clock in the morning, Song Ran opened the hotel window, and a north-south street downstairs led directly to the elementary school at the end. The commercial buildings on both sides of the road are short and flat, and the scattered residential buildings are hidden behind the trees.
Looking around, the streets were dusty, with paper scraps and fallen leaves left unswept. But the sky is blue and the sun is shining brightly.
In the restaurant downstairs, a young mother wearing a headscarf and a black robe sat at the table with her young son to have breakfast; the owner of the shop stood behind the stall, cutting barbecue with one hand and shaking the noodles with the other. The aroma of barbecued meats, boiled beans and flatbreads wafted through the streets. In the repair shop across the street, several middle-aged men pushed motorcycles early and crowded in front of the shop, chatting with the repairmen in Dongguo language that Song Ran couldn't understand. A whistle was heard not far away, and the bus stopped on the side of the road. A group of primary school students in school uniforms rushed out of the bus and ran toward the school. The bus driver rolled down his window and exchanged a few words with the police patrolling the roadside.
Everything looks the same as every day before, but it¡¯s different.
Local restaurants are still open, but KFC has long since closed; dental clinics are opening, but mobile phone stores have been closed for more than a week. A new model of a Chinese mobile phone brand is stuck on the door. The poster is in tatters and the pieces of paper flutter in the morning breeze. A stray dog ??curled up in a pile of tattered newspapers in the corner. The glass display window of the clothing store next door was also covered with a layer of dust, and two mannequins could be vaguely seen in the window, one with a black robe and headscarf covering her face, and the other with a white shirt and short skirt.
The morning breeze swept through the fallen leaves and confetti, unable to blow the still skirt in the window.
Song Ran sighed for no reason, with a hint of melancholy in her heart like the dusty glass. It was her last day in the country. Today her assignment is over and she is about to return. It takes 4 hours to drive from Alara to the capital Gama, and the flight back home is at 11 o'clock at night.
She leaned against the window and browsed the Internet on her mobile phone. It was afternoon in China, and netizens were discussing topics such as celebrity cheating and the most beautiful tofu beauties.
At 8:30 a.m. local time, it¡¯s almost time to pack up.
She had just folded the tripod when the floor beneath her feet suddenly shook, like an earthquake. But this is not an earthquake! She grabbed the camera and pressed the switch and rushed to the window. There was a thunderous explosion in the sky.
But everything in the world outside the window was as usual, and people on the street raised their heads one after another, like a group of confused geese. Soon there was another loud bang, and another one after another - it was a cannonball.
The war has begun.
The streets suddenly boiled with people shouting loudly and running away in all directions.
Song Ran put her camera tripod and communication equipment on her back and rushed to the roof. She looked at the wasteland outside the city. She couldn't see any troops. But the roar of artillery fire continued. It was Haru City, dozens of kilometers northeast of Alara City, where one of her male colleagues was stationed.
The cell phone signal is cut off. The first step in the war was to destroy the communication base station.
Song Ran set up the equipment, turned on the satellite phone, and then connected it. He said about domestic affairs: "The government troops and the anti-government forces are fighting outside Haru City. How is the situation over there."
Song Ran turned the camera angle and kept her breath steady: "I am on the roof of a hotel on the northeastern outskirts of Aara City, an important town in the central part of the Eastern Kingdom. I can hear the clear sound of artillery fire coming from the direction of Haru City. The building under my feet is still shaking. The photography picture is also unstable. In the Aare area where I am, there were cars and pedestrians downstairs a minute ago, but now the streets are empty. Opposite, in the direction of my finger, there is a primary school, and you can see" She zoomed in on the picture, " The teachers evacuated the students from the teaching building to the playground. The number of students studying here has dropped sharply from more than 300 a few months ago to more than 100 now. Many families have already moved to the south, near the capital Gama. ¡¡±
By the time she finished her report, the gunfire at the other end had disappeared. I don¡¯t know if the fighting stopped or if it turned into a gunfight.
Song Ran waited on the roof for ten minutes and found nothing new.
The sky is as blue as washed sapphire, the sun is brighter, and the world is as strange as nothing happened.
The notice given by the superiors was that Song Ran would return to China as usual. But when war suddenly breaks out, transportation lines may be completely blocked. Going back is not easy.
The car she rented was returned last night. The driver who had made an appointment to take her to Gamma today wanted to take a family of six south, thus breaking the appointment. In special moments, you can't blame the other party.
Around 9:30, Song Ran contacted a journalist friend in the United States and learned that they had a car and could take her with them. But they were in Su Rui, a city more than ten kilometers northwest of Aare, and set off south at 10:30 in the morning.
At this time, Al,; It was almost noon, and the sun was scorching hot. In the desert, the temperature feels close to 50 degrees. Dense beads of sweat flowed from Song Ran's brow into her eyes, causing her to tremble slightly. With this tremor, I scared myself out of my wits.
"Hold on." He smiled lightly, "If you move, I will become a hero."
Song Ran said: "Yeah."
He knelt on one leg, lowered his head to check the lines, and occasionally cut off a few lines. Perhaps his easy-going temperament had a calming effect, and Song Ran calmed down a little. But time passed extremely long, and after waiting for a long time, she couldn't help but look at the remaining time.
Seeing that the timer exceeded 00:03:00, she panicked again.
He was still defusing the bomb in an orderly manner. When the timer turned to 00:02:00, he sighed softly and said helplessly: "It's too late."
Song Ran was shocked.
As he said this, his hands did not stop.
His companion realized the seriousness and shouted again: "A-Zan!"
Song Ran¡¯s eyes were wet with tears, tears and sweat flowed into the mask, and her cheeks were wet. She sniffed in a very low voice.
This time he raised his head, and the pair of pure black eyes above the mask smiled at her, comforting: "Don't be afraid. I won't abandon you."
The sunlight fell on his eyelashes, sparkling and dancing. His voice was as clear as spring water.
Song Ran stopped crying and nodded slowly.
He lowered his head and continued to dismantle it.
But she could feel that the situation was getting more serious.
"You go." She said softly, "You are a good person, and I don't want to pull you to death together."
Without raising his head, he asked: "How fast can you run?"
"ah?"
"How far can you run in five seconds?" His tone was quite understated, and he frowned as he removed the line without looking up.
Song Ran didn¡¯t react.
He said: "With one and a half minutes left, I can only dismantle the gravity sensor within 30 seconds so that it will not explode immediately when you remove your feet. But the timer will speed up ten times, and the remaining minute will be shortened to about five Seconds." He asked, "How far can you run?"
Five seconds?
Song Ran was confused: "10 meters? 20 meters? I don't know,"
"Tsk." He said regretfully, "It's not enough."
"Maybe 30 meters!" she said, "I haven't run as hard as I can."
He said: "Want to try today?"
"Okay." She nodded.
00:01:10
"Ten seconds. Get ready." He said, his eyes fixed on the line and his hands never stopping.
Song Ran took a deep breath.
7,6,
He whispered: "5, 4, 3"
He overcame many difficulties and finally picked out the last thread.
Song Ran¡¯s whole body tensed up.
"1." He cut the thread, and the red counter accelerated wildly. He stood up, grabbed her hand, and sprinted out.
The scorching dust in the air blew up in her ears, but she couldn't hear or see, and was pulled by him to run as fast as she could.
The sound of wind, dust, hot sweat, and heartbeat are all gone. At that moment, it was as if time and space no longer existed, and only the summer sunshine burned human eyes like a glass mirror.
She doesn¡¯t know how short five seconds are, nor how long they are.
At the end, he pulled her into his arms to protect her and threw her to the ground. The man's body covered her like a barrier. The next moment, with a loud explosion, sand, dirt, debris, and rain fell from the sky. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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