Due to the regime issue of the African country, government forces and opposition wars broke out, and the people were living in poverty. The country's every move has long become the headlines of the world. For this reason, our TV station also has to send war correspondents to the local business trip. Due to the generous salary and bonus, I volunteered to go to this business trip and work opportunity that no one could go. First, it was too dangerous. Although it was protected by the local United Nations peacekeeping force, it might also die in the war at any time. Second, it was a good opportunity to achieve performance and fame. Ambitious journalists are willing to take risks.
Due to my qualifications and rich experience, I was chosen naturally. Before that, my wife Kexin advised me for a long time. She was afraid that I would be in danger. But when I was in danger, it was not only this time. I always believed that everything was fate. If my luck was good, no matter how dangerous it was, it would turn bad luck into good luck. If my luck was bad and my life should be lost, then I might be hiding at home and may be taken away by natural disasters and man-made disasters. After I got sick, I lived more freely and freely. I had no children and nothing worth caring about except my wife Kexin.
Finally, I carried my bags and went to the war-torn country in Africa. After arriving at the local area, I realized what refugees were along the way of war. The sound of firecrackers and the broken walls in the city, and the rescue organization carrying corpses and wounded people. Everything seemed to be a purgatory on earth.
After arriving in this country, my wife Kexin would call me internationally for a long distance every day. She knew whether I was safe and had not fallen a day. She enjoyed the only warmth in this war-torn country. During the day, I took the camera and my partner out to shoot, and I had to avoid the war. I missed death again and again and again and couldn't fall asleep at night because the sound of artillery fire and gunfire at night would occasionally sound, and you don't know when the shells would fall to your room.
After a few days of interview, accompanied by the maintenance force, we went to interview and film the rescue hospital of the United Nations Rescue Organization, interviewed the injured and civilians there, recorded this tragic scene, played it out to awaken people around the world to pay attention to this country, and use people's conscience to stop all this.
When I arrived at the temporary hospital of the rescue organization, I walked into the ward. This was more appropriate to describe the disinfectant, the smell of medicine, the fishy smell of eating, drinking, and defecation. It cannot be described as a hospital. However, in the current situation of this country, it is quite good. After all, there are still places to save people.
People with big injuries and minor injuries gathered in tents, just like refugee camps. I took the camera and took materials from one ward and another. I have seen many horrible scenes, such as dead bodies in a car accident, burned corpses, etc. I have taken a lot of photos in China, but I suddenly saw so many bloody scenes, and I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable and pity.
When I went to a ward and photographed an injured person, my body was frozen in front of her bed. Because she was an Asian person and I was extremely familiar with her appearance. Although her appearance changed a lot, I still recognized her. She lay alone on the hospital bed with blood all over her body, and was bandaged like a simple first aid. She lay there in line for surgery and waited for surgery. After all, the hospital facilities are limited, and the rescue personnel are far less than the injured, so many injured can only lie there in line for rescue. Many people died before they could wait for the operation.
Fengjun? Is it you? I trembled and slowly walked to the injured woman. The moment I saw her, the camera in my hand almost fell to the ground. I can't be 100% sure it's her. After all, it would be a coincidence if I really met here.
I put down the camera, walked to the hospital bed, held her hand and called her gently. Her forehead and body were wounds. She just simply bandaged her eyes and didn't respond. She just breathed faintly while calling her, while my mind was in memories:
Lin Fengjun and I grew up together in elementary school, junior high school, high school, college, and college. She is a good girl, gentle and beautiful, and is my first love. She is the first woman in my life that occupies my heart. We decided to have a relationship in college. Until after graduation, when our relationship was exposed in front of her parents, her parents asked me to visit my home and also learned about my family situation. This thing cannot be hidden. I explained to her parents everything. But I didn't expect that Fengjun is such a gentle and understanding girl, and there will be a powerful and realistic parent. After I went to her house, I basically never saw her again.
During that time, I kept contacting her. She couldn't contact anything on her phone. When she went to her house, her mother opened the door and said, "She was not at home, I was turned away later. I realized that she was locked up at home by her parents for a long time and was not allowed to go out. She asked her to cut off her relationship with me. The reason was very simple. My family was not good at that time. Her parents thought that with Feng Jun's appearance, she could find a better condition, so they firmly stopped Feng Jun from being with me. After more than ten years of relationship, under the obstruction of her parents, they were all broken. This is what the current society is like.
Later I heard that a classmate in our college was dealt with Feng Jun's parents. In the end, Feng Jun married this classmate. This classmate was a mixed-race of Sino-African. His father was African and his mother was Chinese. He studied in China and his family was considered a wealthy businessman in Africa. He chased Feng Jun when he was in college. However, Feng Jun was with me at that time and refused him again and again. But when my relationship with Feng Jun was stopped and broke down, he took advantage of the situation and went to the door to see her parents directly. As his family's wealthy businessman, Feng Jun's real and powerful parents certainly flattered him and posted them hard. Finally, Feng Jun, a good girl who has been young and grown up, followed the instructions of her parents and married this classmate with Sino-African mixed-race.
Later I heard about this incident. I was sad for a long time and finally used time to slowly dilute all this. Later I heard that she hated her parents, lost the person she loved the most, and let herself marry someone she didn't love. Finally, she followed her mixed-race husband of Central Africa to the African country where her husband's family is located, far away from her hometown and the world.
I didn't expect that I would meet her here. It turned out that she was also in this country. At that time, I only knew that she was in Africa, but I didn't know which country it was.
Fengjun, wake up, come, come Ah, come... While recalling, I was sure that this seriously injured and dying woman was my first love Lin Fengjun. I couldn't help but start calling out to the medical staff. Since I was accompanied by the Chinese peacekeeping force and a TV reporter, the medical staff rushed to start giving priority to the treatment. However, after they checked Fengjun in detail, they could only helplessly and silently shook their heads with me.
Sorry, your friend has three fatal injuries, and he is hopeless to survive. Sadness... She can have dozens of minutes left. The rescue doctor took off his mask and said to me in English.
Fengjun, wake up, see who I am, I am Xu JianAh... Fengjun... I believe in our past relationship, I believe that we still have memories and positions in our hearts. After all, my relationship with her is so unforgettable. Maybe Fengjun heard my name in a coma, or maybe it was a rebirth.
After I called out my name, Feng Jun suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at me weakly, with disbelief in her eyes. She blinked her eyes weakly a few times.
Xu...jian... She called my name weakly...
Yes, it's me, you... I just wanted to shout out that you are stronger, but she has no hope of survival, and there may be a few minutes of life left. What's the point of calling out this sentence now
Well...I...I know...I...I'm...I'm...I can...I can...I'm...I'm going to see you again...I'm so good...Feng Jun used his last bit of strength to squeeze out a smile
Well, I didn't expect to see you here... Why are you the only one? Where is your family? When I saw Feng Jun like this, I couldn't help but ask
I understand the patient's situation. Her family was a famous wealthy businessman at that time, but unfortunately, she was the only one left in her family. The rest had been killed. Her villa was hit by a bomb, and none of them were spared. The local staff accompanying me explained to me, maybe he saw Feng Jun's tone too weak, so he helped explain.
Fengjun, tell me, what unfulfilled wishes do you have, tell me, I will do it for you... My tears began to flow on my cheeks, my heart was broken at this moment, all the memories of Fengjun and I began to be repeated in my mind... I have two... wishes... my son... in... China... China... reading... books, you will take good care of me... he, I... hand him over to... my parents... I don't... don't worry, you also... know... my... parents, husband and family... are gone... he is alone... he is in China... no one is taking care of... so... I hand him... to you, your situation... I know... I don't mind... let him... be your child... to support you... to give you my...Feng Jun slowly narrated that before the war, she was worried, so she and her current husband's son sent to China to study and avoid the war. And it was my city where she was, with her parents taking care of her. The mailing of living expenses every year is now all her family is dead, and she is left, and her parents far away in China. Now her parents are old and in reality and power. She only knows that there is no serious business to squander. It basically depends on her daughter who is far away from abroad. Her brother is not doing her job, so she is not at ease to hand over her son to her parents or brother. At this time, she would rather believe that I am a person who is not related to blood and that I am infertile, the news that I have been circulating among classmates and friends. It is not surprising that Feng Jun knows it. After all, she may be the same as me, asking about my news over the years.
Should I agree to her and raise my son for her? After all, I am not ready to adopt the child. Moreover, this child was born in my first love and someone else. I couldn't help but hesitate. I don't know how to make a decision. After all, things were too sudden.
Puff... At this moment, Feng Jun spit out a mouthful of blood, and his vitality was lost little by little... Can you... agree... me? Feng Jun's blood might choke on her lungs, and she said with a rapid breath
I promise, I promise you... Seeing Feng Jun like this and the deep feelings we had before, how could I not agree to her? Even if I am not willing to do so,
OK... this... this... I saved up so many years... not much money... nor a lot... the password... it's... my... birthday, do you... still... remember... remember? Feng Jun took out a bank card from his pocket with trembling hands and handed it to me... I held Feng Jun's hand and kept nodding in tears. I will never forget her birthday, the days with her.
Then...it's good...it's just like...you're rewarded...some of what I have...for me...my parents, and the rest...you...
And... the last... the last... the wish... can you... hold me? I will die... and die in your arms...
I didn't say anything, and I couldn't speak at this time. I was already crying. I gently picked up Feng Jun's upper body and let her lean in my arms. Feng Jun's blood-stained hand was weakly raised, and he used all his strength to gently stroke my cheek... I have been... I have never... Forgot... You... At this time, I felt Feng Jun's hand gradually became cold and there was no temperature.
So, I have never forgotten you...
Can... die in your arms... I... die... without regrets...
Remember... Jiaying... Middle School... Chinese... Name... Lin... Lin Sijian... She used her last strength to say the name of her son. After that, I felt her hand slipping on my face. I quickly looked down at her. She had been peaceful and happy and closed her eyes forever... Feng Jun... It's better to see each other than to meet, and the eternal concern remains...
Due to my qualifications and rich experience, I was chosen naturally. Before that, my wife Kexin advised me for a long time. She was afraid that I would be in danger. But when I was in danger, it was not only this time. I always believed that everything was fate. If my luck was good, no matter how dangerous it was, it would turn bad luck into good luck. If my luck was bad and my life should be lost, then I might be hiding at home and may be taken away by natural disasters and man-made disasters. After I got sick, I lived more freely and freely. I had no children and nothing worth caring about except my wife Kexin.
Finally, I carried my bags and went to the war-torn country in Africa. After arriving at the local area, I realized what refugees were along the way of war. The sound of firecrackers and the broken walls in the city, and the rescue organization carrying corpses and wounded people. Everything seemed to be a purgatory on earth.
After arriving in this country, my wife Kexin would call me internationally for a long distance every day. She knew whether I was safe and had not fallen a day. She enjoyed the only warmth in this war-torn country. During the day, I took the camera and my partner out to shoot, and I had to avoid the war. I missed death again and again and again and couldn't fall asleep at night because the sound of artillery fire and gunfire at night would occasionally sound, and you don't know when the shells would fall to your room.
After a few days of interview, accompanied by the maintenance force, we went to interview and film the rescue hospital of the United Nations Rescue Organization, interviewed the injured and civilians there, recorded this tragic scene, played it out to awaken people around the world to pay attention to this country, and use people's conscience to stop all this.
When I arrived at the temporary hospital of the rescue organization, I walked into the ward. This was more appropriate to describe the disinfectant, the smell of medicine, the fishy smell of eating, drinking, and defecation. It cannot be described as a hospital. However, in the current situation of this country, it is quite good. After all, there are still places to save people.
People with big injuries and minor injuries gathered in tents, just like refugee camps. I took the camera and took materials from one ward and another. I have seen many horrible scenes, such as dead bodies in a car accident, burned corpses, etc. I have taken a lot of photos in China, but I suddenly saw so many bloody scenes, and I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable and pity.
When I went to a ward and photographed an injured person, my body was frozen in front of her bed. Because she was an Asian person and I was extremely familiar with her appearance. Although her appearance changed a lot, I still recognized her. She lay alone on the hospital bed with blood all over her body, and was bandaged like a simple first aid. She lay there in line for surgery and waited for surgery. After all, the hospital facilities are limited, and the rescue personnel are far less than the injured, so many injured can only lie there in line for rescue. Many people died before they could wait for the operation.
Fengjun? Is it you? I trembled and slowly walked to the injured woman. The moment I saw her, the camera in my hand almost fell to the ground. I can't be 100% sure it's her. After all, it would be a coincidence if I really met here.
I put down the camera, walked to the hospital bed, held her hand and called her gently. Her forehead and body were wounds. She just simply bandaged her eyes and didn't respond. She just breathed faintly while calling her, while my mind was in memories:
Lin Fengjun and I grew up together in elementary school, junior high school, high school, college, and college. She is a good girl, gentle and beautiful, and is my first love. She is the first woman in my life that occupies my heart. We decided to have a relationship in college. Until after graduation, when our relationship was exposed in front of her parents, her parents asked me to visit my home and also learned about my family situation. This thing cannot be hidden. I explained to her parents everything. But I didn't expect that Fengjun is such a gentle and understanding girl, and there will be a powerful and realistic parent. After I went to her house, I basically never saw her again.
During that time, I kept contacting her. She couldn't contact anything on her phone. When she went to her house, her mother opened the door and said, "She was not at home, I was turned away later. I realized that she was locked up at home by her parents for a long time and was not allowed to go out. She asked her to cut off her relationship with me. The reason was very simple. My family was not good at that time. Her parents thought that with Feng Jun's appearance, she could find a better condition, so they firmly stopped Feng Jun from being with me. After more than ten years of relationship, under the obstruction of her parents, they were all broken. This is what the current society is like.
Later I heard that a classmate in our college was dealt with Feng Jun's parents. In the end, Feng Jun married this classmate. This classmate was a mixed-race of Sino-African. His father was African and his mother was Chinese. He studied in China and his family was considered a wealthy businessman in Africa. He chased Feng Jun when he was in college. However, Feng Jun was with me at that time and refused him again and again. But when my relationship with Feng Jun was stopped and broke down, he took advantage of the situation and went to the door to see her parents directly. As his family's wealthy businessman, Feng Jun's real and powerful parents certainly flattered him and posted them hard. Finally, Feng Jun, a good girl who has been young and grown up, followed the instructions of her parents and married this classmate with Sino-African mixed-race.
Later I heard about this incident. I was sad for a long time and finally used time to slowly dilute all this. Later I heard that she hated her parents, lost the person she loved the most, and let herself marry someone she didn't love. Finally, she followed her mixed-race husband of Central Africa to the African country where her husband's family is located, far away from her hometown and the world.
I didn't expect that I would meet her here. It turned out that she was also in this country. At that time, I only knew that she was in Africa, but I didn't know which country it was.
Fengjun, wake up, come, come Ah, come... While recalling, I was sure that this seriously injured and dying woman was my first love Lin Fengjun. I couldn't help but start calling out to the medical staff. Since I was accompanied by the Chinese peacekeeping force and a TV reporter, the medical staff rushed to start giving priority to the treatment. However, after they checked Fengjun in detail, they could only helplessly and silently shook their heads with me.
Sorry, your friend has three fatal injuries, and he is hopeless to survive. Sadness... She can have dozens of minutes left. The rescue doctor took off his mask and said to me in English.
Fengjun, wake up, see who I am, I am Xu JianAh... Fengjun... I believe in our past relationship, I believe that we still have memories and positions in our hearts. After all, my relationship with her is so unforgettable. Maybe Fengjun heard my name in a coma, or maybe it was a rebirth.
After I called out my name, Feng Jun suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at me weakly, with disbelief in her eyes. She blinked her eyes weakly a few times.
Xu...jian... She called my name weakly...
Yes, it's me, you... I just wanted to shout out that you are stronger, but she has no hope of survival, and there may be a few minutes of life left. What's the point of calling out this sentence now
Well...I...I know...I...I'm...I'm...I can...I can...I'm...I'm going to see you again...I'm so good...Feng Jun used his last bit of strength to squeeze out a smile
Well, I didn't expect to see you here... Why are you the only one? Where is your family? When I saw Feng Jun like this, I couldn't help but ask
I understand the patient's situation. Her family was a famous wealthy businessman at that time, but unfortunately, she was the only one left in her family. The rest had been killed. Her villa was hit by a bomb, and none of them were spared. The local staff accompanying me explained to me, maybe he saw Feng Jun's tone too weak, so he helped explain.
Fengjun, tell me, what unfulfilled wishes do you have, tell me, I will do it for you... My tears began to flow on my cheeks, my heart was broken at this moment, all the memories of Fengjun and I began to be repeated in my mind... I have two... wishes... my son... in... China... China... reading... books, you will take good care of me... he, I... hand him over to... my parents... I don't... don't worry, you also... know... my... parents, husband and family... are gone... he is alone... he is in China... no one is taking care of... so... I hand him... to you, your situation... I know... I don't mind... let him... be your child... to support you... to give you my...Feng Jun slowly narrated that before the war, she was worried, so she and her current husband's son sent to China to study and avoid the war. And it was my city where she was, with her parents taking care of her. The mailing of living expenses every year is now all her family is dead, and she is left, and her parents far away in China. Now her parents are old and in reality and power. She only knows that there is no serious business to squander. It basically depends on her daughter who is far away from abroad. Her brother is not doing her job, so she is not at ease to hand over her son to her parents or brother. At this time, she would rather believe that I am a person who is not related to blood and that I am infertile, the news that I have been circulating among classmates and friends. It is not surprising that Feng Jun knows it. After all, she may be the same as me, asking about my news over the years.
Should I agree to her and raise my son for her? After all, I am not ready to adopt the child. Moreover, this child was born in my first love and someone else. I couldn't help but hesitate. I don't know how to make a decision. After all, things were too sudden.
Puff... At this moment, Feng Jun spit out a mouthful of blood, and his vitality was lost little by little... Can you... agree... me? Feng Jun's blood might choke on her lungs, and she said with a rapid breath
I promise, I promise you... Seeing Feng Jun like this and the deep feelings we had before, how could I not agree to her? Even if I am not willing to do so,
OK... this... this... I saved up so many years... not much money... nor a lot... the password... it's... my... birthday, do you... still... remember... remember? Feng Jun took out a bank card from his pocket with trembling hands and handed it to me... I held Feng Jun's hand and kept nodding in tears. I will never forget her birthday, the days with her.
Then...it's good...it's just like...you're rewarded...some of what I have...for me...my parents, and the rest...you...
And... the last... the last... the wish... can you... hold me? I will die... and die in your arms...
I didn't say anything, and I couldn't speak at this time. I was already crying. I gently picked up Feng Jun's upper body and let her lean in my arms. Feng Jun's blood-stained hand was weakly raised, and he used all his strength to gently stroke my cheek... I have been... I have never... Forgot... You... At this time, I felt Feng Jun's hand gradually became cold and there was no temperature.
So, I have never forgotten you...
Can... die in your arms... I... die... without regrets...
Remember... Jiaying... Middle School... Chinese... Name... Lin... Lin Sijian... She used her last strength to say the name of her son. After that, I felt her hand slipping on my face. I quickly looked down at her. She had been peaceful and happy and closed her eyes forever... Feng Jun... It's better to see each other than to meet, and the eternal concern remains...
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