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Chapter 47
"I'm leaving." Song Ran raised his head and answered hastily.
The moment his eyes met with his, he moved away and walked up the stairs.
Song Ran looked back at the cigarette butt that was extinguished on the candlestick, clutched the lighter in his hand, and followed him up and out of the underground.
Passing through the dark hall on the first floor, the bright white sunlight burst in, irritating her to squint her eyes. She raised her hand to block the light and saw that Li Zan had walked down the steps, straddled a military motorcycle on the side of the road, put on his helmet, raised his chin slightly, and tied the helmet straps.
The profile of the profile is a bit indifferent.
Song Ran got into her car. The scorching sun inside was like a sauna. Her heart felt chilly. She lowered the window, quickly started the car, and drove away from the scene.
When she started, she glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Li Zan lowering his head to put on black combat gloves on his hands.
Not long after the car drove out, she heard the sound of a heavy motorcycle behind her. Glancing at the rearview mirror again, Li Zan drove over, seemingly going in the same direction as her.
Song Ran took a deep breath and pursed her lips. When we reached the crossroads ahead, we happened upon a group of soldiers and civilians digging trenches to cross the road. Song Ran stopped the car in advance to avoid it. The sound of the motorcycle's motor came from far away and came to a stop just outside her car window.
Li Zan leaned on one foot on the ground and leaned on the motorcycle with his back slightly arched, waiting for the group of people to pass by. His fingers fiddled with the handlebars unconsciously.
Song Ran stared at the stationary wipers outside the windshield without squinting.
When the passing Dongguo soldiers and civilians saw Song Ran, an Asian girl, they looked at her curiously and started talking with kind smiles.
Li Zan saw her and turned to look at Song Ran. She had a quiet profile, her cheeks were slightly red due to the crowd watching, her ears were also dyed pink, and there was sweat on her lips.
Several local people saw Li Zan's military uniform and greeted him warmly, saluting him with a non-standard military salute.
Cook soldiers are very respected and popular in the Eastern Kingdom.
Li Zan also smiled lightly at them.
Song Ran raised her eyes and looked out the window, and happened to see the smile on his side face. The curve of the corners of his lips was not big, but it was sincere.
He noticed something, and when his eyes were about to move over, she quickly looked away and looked ahead. My heart was pounding, I was afraid of being caught. There was no one in front of the car, so she hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and drove through the intersection.
Four or five seconds later, the motorcycle behind also started and accelerated towards me.
A car and a motorcycle were driving at high speed on the empty street.
Turning around and walking through the streets, the gunfire in the distant battle zone became the background sound; only the roar of motorcycles on the street and the sound of car tire rolling cement ground.
But a car is a car after all, and it will inevitably become unstable at high speeds. Song Ran turned around a bumpy road and did not speed up. She thought Li Zan would speed past, but he didn't. He just drove side by side with her, all the way to the entrance of the field hospital.
Song Ran¡¯s car stopped on the side of the road, and Li Zan¡¯s motorcycle stopped in front of her.
He took out the key, took off his helmet and got off the motorcycle. He looked back at her and asked, "Are you sick?"
"No." She shook her head, "Come for the interview."
"Um."
"And you?"
"visit friend."
"oh."
He pursed his lips slightly unnaturally, nodded to her as a greeting, turned and walked towards the hospital.
Song Ran took her things from the back seat and locked the car.
At the entrance of the hospital, wounded people were constantly being brought from the battlefield. Song Ran was used to such scenes. She is here to interview Pei Xiaonan today. Although she had met many Doctors Without Borders in Dongguo, this was the first time she met a Chinese one. Coupled with yesterday's experience, Pei Xiaonan's story is worth writing.
She inquired about Pei Xiaonan¡¯s ward, and there were relatives on the way there, fearing that she would see Li Zan in her ward. But he quickly gave up the idea. This idea was too ridiculous.
The field hospital was transformed from a former middle school. The classrooms were turned into wards, and there were ten or twenty beds in each room.
When Song Ran passed by the intensive care unit, he saw the wounded inside with broken arms and legs, their faces beyond recognition, and the sounds of painful wailing, moaning and groaning could be heard endlessly.
She walked quickly and went to the minor ward.
It¡¯s a little more relaxed here.
The trees outside the window are dense and the breeze is gentle. The indoor ceiling fan whirrs, cooling and ventilating.
Some patients are chatting while others are resting.
Pei Xiaonan¡¯s feet were wrapped in gauze and she sat on the bed to eat.Later, his eyes were dark and clear, slightly squinted, and seemed to have the power to penetrate the lens.
Song Ran¡¯s heart skipped a beat and she quickly moved away from the screen. After a few seconds, she slowly raised her eyes from the camera to look at him.
He looked at her.
Song Ran said dryly: "I am shooting material."
Li Zan moved the corner of his mouth and was about to say something when a little girl came over, grabbed Song Ran's clothes and shook her.
Song Ran lowered his head, it was the child who wanted to give Li Zan an apple just now.
Her clothes were in tatters and her face was dirty, but her big eyes were as cute as freshly washed black grapes. Her long eyelashes were blinking. She grinned at her and extended her hand and heart to her.
In the little girl¡¯s hand are a few glass crystals she just picked up, which are her treasures. She shared these treasures with Song Ran and asked her to play with them.
Song Ran naturally couldn't refuse her kindness, so he picked two out of her soft little hands and said, "Two are enough. Thank you."
The little girl didn¡¯t understand, but she ran away happily.
Li Zan took a step back to make way for her. Song Ran walked to the children's team and lined up. The throwing distance now was much closer than Li Zan's just now, so it shouldn't be difficult.
She observed the children and soldiers in front of her and simulated it silently in her mind.
Finally it was her turn. She picked up a stone, squinted one eye and glanced at the mouth of the bottle, and she was right.
She threw it with all her strength.
The stone perfectly avoided the beer bottle, not even touching the bottle itself.
""
Someone next to me laughed very softly, very briefly, and seemed to be restrained out of politeness.
But Song Ran heard it and turned to look at Li Zan: ""
He didn¡¯t smile, but there was a slight blush on his cheeks. He coughed lightly, walked over, and pointed at her left hand.
She spread her hands, and there was only one stone left in her palm.
He stroked the palm of her hand with his fingertips, picked up the stone, moved it farther and closer in her sight, gestured, and said: "You can't use one eye. To accurately judge spatial distance visually, you need two eyes."
Song Ran opened her eyes alternately and found that there was indeed a feeling of movement in space.
"Oh" she suddenly realized, "I know."
He put the stone back into her hand.
Song Ran looked at it, not used to it, but slowly found the target and threw it towards the mouth of the bottle again. This time, the stone hit the bottleneck and bounced away with a clang.
Song Ran withdrew from the team with no regrets and was quite satisfied, saying, "I hit the bottle."
Li Zan said: "Just play more."
Song Ran returned to the camera and adjusted the lens.
Li Zan also inadvertently withdrew from the crowd, narrowing the distance with her. He stood aside, watching the people having fun, and suddenly asked: "Is your mother recovered from her illness?"
Song Ran's heart moved slightly and she raised her eyes: "It's much better."
"Are you discharged from the hospital?"
¡°I left a long time ago and have been back to work for a long time.¡±
"That's good."
The two of them stopped talking for a while.
A child came over and pulled Li Zan's hand, asking him to teach him.
Li Zan then walked over, squatted beside the group of children, and started teaching despite the language barrier.
Song Ran took pictures for a while. When he saw that the time was almost up, he shut down the machine and put it away, and walked to his car.
As soon as I walked down the steps, Li Zan's voice came from behind me: "Going to the western suburbs?"
Song Ran turned around and saw that he was one meter behind her. He had followed her at some point.
She nodded: "Ah."
"Alone?" His expression was quite calm.
"" Song Ran actually planned to ask Jose to come with him, but he lied so easily when he said it, "well, alone."
He pursed his lips into a flat and straight line, breathed out silently, and said, "I'll go with you." (Remember this website's 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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