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Chapter 5
The encounter between people is one in seven billion chance.
In the past, Song Ran didn't take it seriously, thinking that this statement was hypocritical, but now he fully experienced the insignificance and helplessness of the number of one part in seven billion.
That man named Azan, she didn¡¯t know his name or his appearance. She only saw his eyebrows and eyes in the black mask.
That¡¯s all.
With such a shallow fate, she might not be able to recognize him if he passes him on the street one day.
She hid her disappointment and used a set of rhetoric she had prepared before to interview Luo Zhan. She has a certain understanding of the background so as not to reveal herself.
At first she hesitated that maybe Azan was Luo Zhan. But hearing his voice, she was sure that it wasn't.
Luo Zhan misunderstood her inattention as nervousness and smiled: "You are a new reporter, right?"
"No." Song Ran covered up her panic and said, "I have never interviewed a soldier before."
"Don't be nervous, I'm not a scary person either."
Song Ran smiled and asked: "I saw in Shen Bei's interview that you encountered an explosion when you evacuated overseas Chinese and saved a female compatriot?"
"Yeah. She got into a car with a bomb by mistake"
Song Ran didn¡¯t give up and asked them if there were any similar thrilling incidents in the team related to explosions.
Luo Zhan said no more.
? ? ?Azan is not from their team.
The drive back to Liangcheng takes more than four hours.
In the morning, cars were coming and going on the highway. Song Ran drove quietly, occasionally giving way and overtaking, in an orderly manner.
On both sides of the road, green rice fields and blue rivers stretch out, and the summer sunshine is overwhelming.
She felt that she should never meet him again.
It was 12 noon when we returned to Liangcheng. Song Ran was hungry and tired, and the sun almost made her collapse. It was rare for her to have a good rest on a weekend, but she drove for more than eight hours.
She leaned back in her chair in a daze, thinking about what she had done that night, which was ridiculous and futile.
She is miswired in her brain.
Just as she was about to get off the car, her stepmother Yang Huilun called and asked her to go home for lunch.
Driving around the family courtyard of the Municipal Archives Bureau, the plane trees blocked the sky and the sun. There was an olive plant in the middle, and Song Ran turned back to take a closer look. There has been enough rain recently, and the olive trees have grown lush and shiny. Unlike the olive groves in the East, which are dusty and listless.
She parked her car in the large open space in front of Tongzi Tower. She just went to the corridor on the third floor when she heard Yang Huilun scolding Song Yang:
"What time is it? It's the end of June. The graduation certificate has been issued, but you haven't found a job yet. I told you to pay more attention before, and you only know how to fall in love."
Song Yang retorted: "I didn't look for it anywhere. I didn't find anything good."
"Isn't the unit that Aunt Li introduced to you pretty good?"
Song Yang muttered: "What's the point? It's exhausting work, only two thousand and five thousand a month. I won't do it."
"I think you have high ambitions but low ambitions. You want to have some leisure after reading three books? Your sister is from a prestigious university. She only had three thousand when she just graduated. She works overtime every day and travels on business. I don't think she is as coquettish as you. She is born to the same father. You Why don¡¯t you learn something better?¡±
Song Yang said: "I think there is something wrong with the mother's genes."
Snapped.
Yang Huilun hit Song Yang on the butt with a broom.
Song Ran walked into the house, and Song Yang ran up and hid behind her: "Sister! She abused children again!"
"Ran Ran is back?" Yang Huilun looked at Song Yang with a smile on her face, and her eyes suddenly turned fierce, "Hurry up and find a job for me and move out. You make me angry all day long. I'm annoyed just by looking at you."
Song Yang said: "Where should I move? My sister's mother has a house for her, but my mother doesn't."
Song Ran turned around and glared at her. Father Song Zhicheng, who was sitting on the small sofa reading the newspaper, also looked over.
Song Yang knew the joke was over, so he quickly went up to hug Yang Huilun's arm and shook it. Yang Huilun ignored her and went to the kitchen to serve food. Song Yang followed her to beg for mercy.
Only the father and daughter were left in the small living room.
Song Zhicheng asked his eldest daughter to sit down and said that he had recently paid attention to "Before the War: Eastern Kingdom" and liked it very much. For Song Ran, this is a high praise. My father has always loved to collect newspapers and magazines, and specially selected the reports written by Song Ran, looking for flaws in each sentence, studying the grammar, and adding supporting materials.
But this time he didn¡¯t find anything wrong with his daughter. He just told some stories about Dongguo¡¯s literature.?She was kicked and pushed around, her hands were almost torn off, and her body could not maintain balance at all.
When the situation worsened, a cry suddenly came from nowhere: "The police are coming! The police are coming!"
The frantic crowd suddenly calmed down for a moment, but the troublemaker at the center of the storm did not stop, dragging several flight attendants and stewardesses and continuing to beat them.
¡°I saw a team of armed police special forces members stabbing through the crowd like sharp knives. In a few seconds, they reached the center and subdued the group of people who were fighting and causing trouble and pinned them to the ground.
" Some people around who were eager to try didn't dare to step forward when they saw this. They were all bullies and afraid of the strong.
But people from the outside are still crowding in.
Several black-clad special operators formed a line to separate the crowd. They used their bodies to resist the ever-crowding crowd, shouting: "Back up! Don't crowd! Back up!" While resisting the crowd, they left a channel to evacuate the crowd one by one.
"Don't squeeze! Back away!"
Someone yelled at several foreigners in the crowd: "stay put!"
Song Ran was startled and immediately followed the sound. She suddenly saw him through the crowds of people.
On top of the black mask, he frowned and his eyes were bright, blocking the crowd: "Back off!"
That fuzzy memory became clear in an instant.
Song Ran suddenly pushed towards him with all his strength, involuntarily trying his best to push through the crowded crowd. She saw that he was planning to give up his position to his companions. He left the dividing line of the human wall and wanted to take away the troublemakers behind the human wall first.
Song Ran¡¯s heart was beating wildly, and she was so anxious that she didn¡¯t even care about the obstructive boarding box. She let go of the box and squeezed towards him with all her strength.
There were too many people, so she squeezed to the edge with all her strength, reaching out to grab him from a distance of two or three people, but he just turned around and left.
Song Ran's hand was empty. She was confused for a moment, and all the blood in her body rushed to her head. She suddenly shouted: "A-Zan!"
People all around were shouting and shouting, and the sky was filled with excitement.
¡°A-Zan!!!¡±
He paused for a moment and turned back; his eyebrows were wrinkled and his eyes were confused.
She pushed forward suddenly, almost pounced on him, reached over the wall of armed policemen, and pulled off his mask in one fell swoop.
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