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It's midsummer again in the blink of an eye.
A year has passed, and S City seems to have not changed much, but it also seems to be changing all the time. For Yu Nansheng, the biggest difference between this year and the past is that a girl named Lu Shuang died to save her. Every time she wakes up in the middle of the night, she recalls the day when Lu Shuang lay in a pool of blood, and she wakes up from the dream, unable to rest.
Today is Lu Shuang's death anniversary. Yu Nansheng went to the flower shop and bought a bunch of irises. She thinks this flower is very suitable for Lu Shuang. Some people think it represents desperate love, while others think it is a messenger of love. Just like Lu Shuang, when I first met her, I thought she was cold-blooded and ruthless, but later I found out that cold-bloodedness was just her disguise. In fact, her heart is softer than anyone else.
Lu Shuang's grave was located in a remote suburb, far away from the hustle and bustle. It took Yu Nansheng a long time to get there by car.
From a distance, she saw a person standing in front of Lu Shuang's tombstone. He seemed thinner than before, with his head slightly lowered and a bunch of forget-me-nots in his hand.
Xia Xingfeng squatted in front of the tombstone, touched the photo on it, pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, his eyes reddened, and said: "Lu Shuang, you liar, you promised not to be stubborn..."
In fact, during the five days that Lu Shuang was hiding in the mine, Xia Xingfeng had been squatting at the door with the newspaper staff. However, because they were not sure where Lu Shuang was, and did not know whether she was in danger or continuing to collect intelligence, they had no idea where to start looking.
She is very dedicated to her job , and she would be very angry if he caused her to lose the key clue.
Thinking of this, Xia Xingfeng clenched his fists and his body trembled slightly. If he had persisted a little longer, if he had found a way to go in and find her, would the ending be different now?
But there is no "if", Lu Shuang is gone and will never come back.
"You are so cruel." Xia Xingfeng's voice was dry and hoarse. As soon as he said it, his voice was blown away by the wind.
He searched for her persistently for so many years before he finally found her. He didn't even ask to be with her, he just wanted to love her in a corner, but she didn't even give him such a chance.
The moment he heard the news of her death, he felt his heart stop beating.
Yu Nansheng had already walked up to him and squatted on the ground with him. He glanced at the photo on the tombstone, put down the iris in his hand, his eyes flickered, and his voice was a little choked: "I'm sorry..."
If it weren't for her, Lu Shuang wouldn't have died.
Xia Xingfeng raised his head and saw Yu Nansheng. He was stunned for a moment, but just smiled bitterly: "You don't have to apologize, this is Lu Shuang's choice. You can report this matter and make it known to the world, which is already helping Lu Shuang fulfill his last wish."
Yu Nansheng did not answer.
Yes, after that incident, she became a reporter again. Lu Shuang was not afraid of death in order to uncover the truth, so what right did she have to continue to be a coward? From the day Lu Shuang died, she vowed that she must work hard to become the best reporter.
Seeing that Yu Nansheng didn't answer, Xia Xingfeng smiled and changed the subject: "Actually, I've always wanted to know whether Lu Shuang has fallen in love with me..."
"Of course she does... She doesn't like making friends with other people, but I feel like she's very comfortable with you."
Xia Xingfeng smiled bitterly: "But I can't ask her this question, and she can't answer it either."
Yu Nansheng felt a lump in his throat and suddenly felt sad.
"I think that if you meet the right person, you should cherish him or her." Xia Xingfeng changed the subject, with a meaningful smile on his face.
Yu Nansheng was stunned for a moment, pretending not to understand what he was saying: "What do you mean?"
"Reporter Shen, I heard Lu Shuang mention your story before." Xia Xingfeng sighed, "He went to the Middle East to be a war correspondent before Lu Shuang got into trouble. It's been a year. Don't you miss him?"
Yu Nansheng's face turned red when he asked this question.
How could I not miss him? But that person is like a gust of wind , but even more elusive than the wind. He has his goals and ambitions, and he did the dangerous job of a war correspondent without hesitation. He said that it is far from enough to just expose the truth of society, and that the refugees who have suffered because of the war should be paid more attention to.
She followed the news reports he published every day. She heard that he had escaped death many times. He had a gun pointed at his head and was tied up and thrown into prison. However, he still fought on the front line like a soldier without guns, using his camera and pen as weapons to criticize the war and speak for the weak.
She was afraid something might happen to him, but at the same time she was proud of him.
If she were given a chance to reunite with him, perhaps she would be able to say what she had buried in her heart.
one year later.
Looking at the address on the business card in his hand, Yu Nansheng felt helpless.
How come I can always meet my colleagues on the plane? And I even pay a lot of money to poach them! However, Yu Nansheng had already finished her studies there before returning to China. She really wanted to return to S City.
"Where are you going, young lady?"
She looked at the unfamiliar scenery outside the car window and blurted out the address of a newspaper office. Then she smiled and said, "Sorry, I'm used to it. Come on, go to this address."
Yu Nansheng stood at the door of the TV station and sighed. He had to find a job to support his family.
"Ms. Yu, we have heard about your study experience in France, but there are still some differences between China and France. Our director wants you to be an assistant for a month to get familiar with the situation. Once you are fully familiar with it, we will transfer you to another position immediately." The secretary followed her and said nervously.
Yu Nansheng looked at the secretary, smiled, and nodded in agreement.
"The person you are working with this time is also a senior journalist who just returned to China!" said the secretary, pushing open the door of the conference room.
Yu Nansheng looked at the figure inside, stunned for a moment, then glanced down and suddenly laughed out loud.
"Reporter Shen, this is the assistant assigned to you."
Yu Nansheng stamped her feet at the door, then stood in front of the long table and laughed for a long time. The man not far away also looked at her, with the corners of his lips raised.
"Ms. Yu, I hope you won't wear high heels or skirts starting tomorrow."
Yu Nansheng rubbed his eyebrows and handed him a can of coffee.
"Yes, Master."
