His eyes were calm, sincere, with full respect and attention.

Song Ran's heartbeat for no reason, and her brain was short-circuited for a moment, and she almost forgot what to ask.

She hurriedly looked down at the notebook, and the pen in her hand drew two horizontal lines under the first question as if she was relieved of pressure, and asked again: "What are your main tasks in this operation?"

Li Zan replied: "Delete mines, bombs, explosion-proof."

"What does mine clearance mean?"

“Clear a way out in the minefield.”

"What ordinary people understand is that demining may be to clear all the mines in the minefield."

"The actual operation is very difficult, and I usually don't do this. The mine installation cost is low, the inspection cost is high, and a lot of manpower and material resources are required. Generally, just clear out of the isolation area." When he answered the question, he looked at her very seriously, his eyes unwavering for a moment. He was a little more serious than the usual gentle and smiling Azan.

Song Ran faced his gaze and tried to concentrate:

“How dangerous do you think is the task?”

"It can be said to be simple or dangerous. After you are proficient in the operation, you just need to proceed step by step. However, the process of finding lightning is very long and boring, and it is easy to be lazy and careless."

She nodded, her arms were a little sour because she always held the microphone: "In addition to these, are there any other types of tasks you have during the peacekeeping service in the East China? "

"The main thing is to protect civilians, Doctors Without Borders, Red Cross..." Li Zan replied halfway and glanced at the microphone in her hand. He adjusted his seat slightly, pulled the microphone out of her hand and held it beside him, "Investigate safety hazards within the city, such as bombs, suicide attacks..."

He did a very natural move, his eyes still staring at her, telling calmly.

Her heart was like a breeze passing by, ripples rippled. She lowered her head to look at the notebook again, adjusted briefly, looked up at him again, and continued with the next question.

The interview was not long and it was almost over seven or eight minutes.

There is only one last question left, "Will you participate in the war?"

"It is difficult to make a conclusion at the moment, and it depends on the changes in the situation. If you participate, you need to obtain authorization from the Eastern Government. What you are doing at this stage is still about international assistance and peacekeeping."

After he finished answering, he looked at her calmly for two seconds, then smiled slowly, pointed to the notebook in her hand relaxedly, and said, "If you remember correctly, is this the last question?"

"You have a good memory, it's over." Song Ran loosened his shoulders, "Thank you for your cooperation."

"You're welcome." He handed her the microphone. She took it and turned off the switch.

"It's okay. You can leave." She said, turning around and covering her pen cap, closing the notebook and rolling up the microphone cable.

Li Zan didn't leave, pointed to the tripod and the camera, and said, "Do you want to collect this?"

Song Ran was embarrassed and hurriedly said, "I can just clean up myself."

Li Zan pointed to a button: "Close here?"

"…Hmm." She nodded.

He turned off the camera, covered the lid, picked up the camera with one hand, and grabbed the tripod with the other. Seeing this, she stepped forward to help: "Twist clockwise..."

She accidentally bumped into his hand and immediately retracted it like an electric shock.

He seemed to have not noticed and quickly separated the instrument from the rack.

Song Ran took the camera and put it in his bag. Li Zan folded up the tripod and asked casually: "Can you interview you?"

She was stunned by the words: "What?"

"You are the only one in Garo in your station?"

"yes."

Li Zan thought for a while and said, "I watch TV, the studio switches the outdoor scene, and the live broadcast connection is required. Two people must be needed outdoors. One is responsible for shooting and the other is responsible for speaking."

"It's okay to be alone," Song Ran smiled, "just adjust the camera, it's almost like taking a selfie."

"So, you are all on the screen, director."

"Yes." Song Ran packed up all the things such as microphone recorders and said, "Videographing, editing, satellite teleportation... are all me."

He folded the tripod and handed it to her, then smiled suddenly and said, "You are not the same as you look."

She was stunned: "What's the difference?"

But he didn't say that, just smiled.

She packed her big backpack, he put the chair in place and said goodbye at the door.

"goodbye."

The two parted ways.

She walked a distance before she looked back unconsciously, and his back was getting farther and farther in the sunset.

The air is still hot, and the sun shines on the skin still has a hot power.

Song Ran put on a hat and mask, walked towards the hotel silently with a huge bag on her back.

There were cars coming and going on the street. In the evening, Garo City was very lively, and the shops also opened their doors to greet customers.

Song Ran, a foreigner, attracted attention half a year ago, but now volunteers from all over the world are crowding in this country, and locals are used to it.

After passing a grocery store, she accidentally found an apple. She hadn't seen the fruit for a long time. She went up and asked and asked, she actually cost twenty dollars each.

It's just a very ordinary apple, not even a very good variety.

"Can it be cheaper?"

"No. If this is in Aller City, it would be a hundred dollars."

Song Ran stood in front of the shop for a long time and finally bought one.

When I went back to the hotel, I met Sasin. Sasin saw the apple and exaggeratedly said, "Wow! Rich Chinese."

As soon as Song Ran returned to the room, he began to sort out the materials. From outdoor mine clearance to briefings, Li Zan in the camera always looked patient and serious. Even if it was hot at noon, he was sweating, and he was not anxious or relaxed at all.

After cutting it to the interview part, Li Zan took the microphone over and placed it low on his legs, not letting the microphone enter the camera.

Be careful.

She felt that she was obsessed with it, and a little detail was enough to beautify him.

She cut the video that night and sent it to Luo Zhan for inspection before sending it back to China.

The next morning, she went to the station and walked around the playground, lowering her head all the way as if she didn't want to see anyone.

Luo Zhan was quite satisfied after watching the video. There was no need to modify or reduce it, except for the small details: "This title is an officer, not a police officer. To be more detailed, it is Lieutenant Li."

"Sorry." Song Ran was embarrassed, not expecting that he had made such a low-level mistake.

Luo Zhan didn't mind at all. After watching the last short interview with Li Zan, he even joked: "I'm afraid there are a bunch of little girls who want to come and ask about him when this episode is broadcast."

Half a month ago, there was an officer in a certain video of Song Ran who was good-looking. After the broadcast, the TV station received a lot of calls, which became a joke.

Li Zan in the video is handsome and handsome, close to gentle. The phone call in the station is probably going to be blown, but it is useless to beat him. Song Ran thought that he had a girlfriend.

She quickly sent the video materials back to China. Not long after, she received a reply from the editor-in-chief, saying that the content was very good.

The fixed task this week was completed, and she had a few days of breathing.

For three days, Song Ran did not go to the garrison again, and even avoided the streets near the garrison.

On the weekend, she went to the street to relax and also looked for materials for "The Story of the Eastern Kingdoms".

Because it was a weekend, there were many pedestrians on the street. Stores of all sizes were opened, and the Bazaar market was filled with cloth, spices, powder and handicrafts, which were colorful and impacted the pedestrian's vision.

Song Ran was wandering around the stall and found that the prices had doubled compared to one month ago. Businessmen were enthusiastic about attracting foreign faces - locals can hardly afford daily necessities nowadays.

However, Song Ran was a poor foreigner and could only take photos. The vendors didn't mind, and even shook their eyebrows at the camera and laughed happily.

Song Ran left the bazaar and passed a temple. Many people knelt down and prayed, and some were reciting scriptures. She couldn't understand, but she took off her shoes and sat on the smooth colorful stone floor with her cheeks, frowned and thought.

The magnificent hall, covered with murals, and civilians praying devoutly... Outside the high dome is a dilapidated residential building.

Song Ran found herself a bystander, perhaps able to feel the solemnity and sadness of this moment, but she could not empathize with the silence of their serene life and despair.

Or, as Sassin said, she is like those foreigners, more like a experiencer, experience their desperate situations, observe their sufferings, compassion and sympathy, and then go home and continue to live happily, that's all.

The coolness of the stone floor touched her legs, and she stood up and left.

Walking out of the temple, the dazzling sun shone on her face, like a needle. She rubbed her cheeks hard, and looked up and saw a blue-green camouflage appearing in the gray area ahead.

Several patrol Chinese peacekeepers stood in the shade and chatted with water and had a break.

Song Ran could tell Li Zan's figure from the figure at a glance.

He stood in a relaxed and slanted manner, his legs getting longer and longer. He held the bottle with half of the mineral water in his hand, and played with the bottle cap with the other hand, gently threw it up and caught it. He stared at his companions, listened to their speech, and heard the interesting things, he smiled, smiling to his white teeth.

Halfway through laughter, he looked back at the street accidentally and saw Song Ran. He tilted his head slightly and saw her clearly. Maybe he was in a good mood. He smiled and picked up his chin and greeted her, and waved at her with his thumb.

Such a strong sunshine, such a depressing and dull city, his smile seemed to be the only color in the black and white world.

Song Ran was unprepared, and his heart seemed to be hit by something warm and powerful. He was hit tightly and could not escape.

But she wanted to escape, pretended not to see, and wanted to turn around and leave, but the group of them noticed her and waved: "Reporter Song!"

Song Ran had no choice but to walk over with a smile.

"Reporter Song, such a coincidence?" Li Zan asked with a smile.

Song Ran also smiled and glanced at everyone: "Go out and go shopping."
To be continued...